KSB on Hiatus; Special treat for Wishbone fans.

As mentioned previously, my writing schedule is too tight this week to post another King-Sized Bed episode.

Instead, I’m posting the first sex scene in my new novel, which is the sequel to Wishbone. As usual, this post is NSFW. Like Wishbone, this excerpt is male/male.

Senjian tasted Wishbone’s ear with a pointed tongue, spiraling through the sensitive loops and whorls until he had penetrated the very center. Wishbone moaned in frustration; he loved the touch, but it was penetration that would not make him spill. He tried to rut his erection against Senjian’s thigh, but the grip on his hair tightened, demanding that he be still.

“It’s been too long,” Wishbone moaned. He was forbidden to pleasure himself. How many nights had passed since they lay together?

Senjian pressed his smooth cheek against Wishbone’s stubbled one, then teased Wishbone’s lips open and fucked his mouth with his long fingers. He wound Wishbone’s hair around one hand like reigns, and they swayed together with the movement of the ship, tasting each other. Senjian loosened his grip and spilled Wishbone onto the side of the bed. The shih-aan’s movements were as formal as a dance, one they’d shared many times before. Senjian knelt on the pillow himself and brushed his lips against Wishbone’s.

Before Wishbone had met Senjian, his profession as a whore had demanded haste in lovemaking. Shih-aan regarded sex as an art and did not hurry. Senjian delighted in using Wishbone’s own frustration as a torment. Wishbone would rather be whipped. But if this form of submission pleased Senjian, then Wishbone gave it willingly. He arched his back and let out his breath in a long sigh.
Senjian opened Wishbone’s mouth with his tongue. By measured degrees, so long as Wishbone neither moved nor cried out, Senjian kissed his way down Wishbone’s throat. He unlaced Wishbone’s shirt to bare his nipples.
Wishbone breathed steadily, schooling his body in what was needed. He clasped his hands at the back of his neck as Senjian used the points of his fangs on the two nubs of sensitive flesh, then explored with his tongue the tufts of hair at Wishbone’s armpits, where shih-aan were bare. The shih-aan licked Wishbone’s chest and his belly while his fingers untied the lacing that held Wishbone’s trousers closed. He released Wishbone’s cock. It strained upright in his lap, glazed with precome and swollen red. Senjian breathed on it. Wishbone bit his lower lip. Hard.

Senjian looked up at Wishbone with violet eyes. “I offer you a mercy of sorts,” he said, stroking Wishbone’s erection with one claw. “If you wish I will bind your cock so that you may not spill. I will give you the satisfaction you have earned after dinner. But if you spill before I do, I will punish you. Your choice, my pet.”

“There is no need to bind me,” said Wishbone, daring Senjian with a smile. “If my submission does not please you, then I hope that disciplining me will.”

Wishbone nearly regretted his decision when Senjian’s mouth closed on Wishbone’s erection. He forced his breathing and pulse to slow. Shih-aan did not find oral penetration submissive. They had fangs. Just as Wishbone felt himself settle into the rhythm of Senjian’s mouth, though, the shih-aan pulled back, sucked Wishbone’s balls into his mouth, and let the points of his fangs touch the scrotum.

Far away a bell rang. The sounds of the crew came through the portholes like echoes from another world.

Breathe, thought Wishbone. The sensation and the playful threat of violence, as always, sent trickles of sweat down Wishbone’s disheveled body and fire through his nerves. Then Senjian pulled back and focused all of his attention on the cock head, tirelessly swiping his tongue back and forth between the tiny hole and the tender spot just beneath. Wishbone’s eyes teared when the constant friction of Senjian’s tongue began to rasp his cockhead sore. He wept silently.

Senjian sat up and kissed Wishbone on the mouth once more, tasting the tears.

“Have I pleased you, Enshan?” asked Wishbone, breathless.

“Not yet,” said Senjian.

He held out a hand to bring Wishbone, erect and half-unclothed, to his feet. He slid Wishbone’s shirt off and eased the trousers down his hips so that he stood naked in the cabin’s miserly sunlight. Without needing to ask, Wishbone unbuttoned Senjian’s waistcoat and shirt, putting away each garment until the shih-aan also stood naked.

There was something vulnerable about Senjian unclothed. In Bronlyn he had taken care to hide the differences between his body and a human’s. There was no hair to the front of his body. Face and genitals were as smooth as a child’s, as were his armpits. But the muscle and heavier bones required to anchor his fangs and claws gave him more strength than any human. His long hair continued down his back as thick, dark mane. Where a human smelled more strongly about the armpits, shih-aan were muskier about the mane. Had Wishbone a shih-aan nose, the musk would have told him much about the naked shih-aan before him. It was Senjian’s scent, though, and that was all that Wishbone needed to know.

Senjian lay down on the bed and stretched so that his claws extended all the way, then arched his back while his heavy cock rose between his legs. The foreskin rolled back to reveal the wet tip. His dark, thick hair fanned out on the bed.

“Mount me,” said the shih-aan. “Once I have completed, so may you.”

Wishbone’s cock twitched. There was no handy jar of lubricant in sight. He might ask…

“May I use my mouth on you first, Anshan?” he asked, licking his upper lip with the tip of his tongue.

A half of a smile crooked Senjian’s mouth. “Do so,” he said.

Wishbone curled up next to Senjian on the bed. He kissed each hard nipple, then rested his cheek on Senjian’s belly while he let the hard, curved flesh slide down his throat. One of Senjian’s hands curled on Wishbone’s left buttock, and the smallest finger probed the opening between. Wishbone bobbed his head, gathering saliva in his mouth and spreading it with his tongue, then sat back on his haunches. Senjian’s thighs quivered.

The shih-aan was calm, in control, and oh-so-dominant, but never as much as he thought he was.

Wishbone knelt up astraddle Senjian and reached for the shaft. He brought the tip against his tight ring and held himself up as long as he could. Then, looking Senjian in the eye, he flexed his knees and let his weight sink down, impaling himself on the pole. Tossing his head back, Wishbone shuddered at the sweet sensation of being stroked from the inside.

Senjian’s eyes closed, and his lips formed a silent O while pleasure got its claws into him. Wishbone lifted himself then pushed down again, taking a little more of the length into the hot core of his body. One more long thrust, and Wishbone had it all the way inside. A dry-fuck didn’t hurt as much as Senjian seemed to think it should, not if Wishbone wanted it this much. Before Senjian, Wishbone hadn’t always the luxury of fine scented ointments to ease the heat.

Wishbone held very still, his fingers just touching Senjian’s chest, savoring the moment when it felt as if there were no boundary between their flesh, human and shih-aan intertwined. He started to rock with the ship’s motion. His strong thighs held him steady as he trailed his fingertips down Senjian’s torso, over and over, pausing each time to brush the shih-aan’s nipples. Wishbone’s erection, ignored, jutted between them. Senjian’s cock was curved exactly right to bump Wishbone’s prostate in this position, and Wishbone’s cock dripped from the constant pressure. The clear fluid made a sticky pool on Senjian’s belly.

Senjian’s head turned from side to side as if to escape from an excess of pleasure. Wishbone bent forward, kissing the shih-aan’s open mouth and pinning his wrists to the bed. He drew himself up and almost off Senjian’s cock with his wiry thighs, then eased back down, leaning forward so he could use his tongue to fuck the fanged mouth. Senjian’s legs flexed as Wishbone’s weigh denied him leverage. Wishbone ring squeezed Senjian as firmly as a hand. He adjusted his rhythm so that he squeezed in time with the thrusts.

Abruptly Senjian howled, back arched, hips slamming his cock into Wishbone over and over. Wishbone sucked on one of Senjian’s nipples while the spasms of Senjian’s climax diminished and he gasped for breath.

Unable to keep the smirk from his face, Wishbone sat up and asked, “May I spill, Enshan?”

Senjian groaned. His cock had not softened yet and still throbbed deep in Wishbone’s tender ring, though some of his fluids trickled out. He twisted his right wrist out from Wishbone’s grip and wrapped it around the erection, thumb pressing on the most sensitive part of the head.

“You may,” he said, tightening his grip.

Wishbone threw back his head and gasped. His ring spasmed. Impaled, his body shuddered with release, and his cock spurted all over Senjian’s chest.

“You know,” said Wishbone when Senjian’s cock finally slipped free of him, “You haven’t half the self-control you need for this game. You can’t deny yourself anything.” He kissed Senjian’s cheek. A splash of sunlight from one porthole warmed his back.

Senjian chuckled. “I’ve trained you too well.”