They tumbled
into the tent, mouths sealed, limbs entangled. Kilian’s eyes stung
with tears, not of sadness but of sheer relief and joy. There was
the sort of emotions that the welcome demise of his recent celibacy
could emit, but this was more of a coming-home sensation, one where
long-lost, separated lovers were finally reunited.
Only they’d
never been lovers before—had they? Whatever the case might be, the
strong familiar feelings were there simmering in his heart and
threatening to erupt.
"God, you sucked
my cock so well," he growled against Raoul’s wet mouth. His flavor
was meaty and his kiss eager, hungry. "After that expert blowjob,
I’m as hard as stone, ready to get inside you and explode."
Raoul pulled
back, the blue pools of his eyes glowing in the dimness of the tent.
His hand was tangled in the hair at the back of Kilian’s head. It
trembled and he pulled Kilian’s hair tighter, seeming to steady his
own emotions. "Go ahead. I’m yours just as I was before."
They were on
their knees sitting back on their heels facing one another, pebbles
and sticks grinding into their naked flesh, but Kilian didn’t give a
damn about the minor discomfort. No matter Raoul’s nationality or
how he’d come to be here, there was nothing short of a bomb that
could distract Kilian from this exciting, handsome man. Kilian
framed Raoul’s whiskered face in his palms. They locked gazes. He
penetrated Raoul’s soulful eyes with a deep stare, and again, that
undeniable familiarity seized Kilian’s soul. He could swear they’d
done this many times before, even spoken these same words. But
Raoul’s reincarnation assertion was silly. It was impossible, wasn’t
it?
Whether true or
not, Kilian felt compelled to pour out his heart to his captive.
"You have no idea how glad I am to have run across you in the woods.
I-I feel whole for the first time in my sorry life. I don’t understand it—I don’t
want to
understand it or talk about it anymore—but it’s true. There’s
something about you that makes me feel like I can’t breathe, unlike
with anyone else before now."
Raoul tugged
Kilian up, hips thrust together, erections pressing into tight
abdomens. He jerked Kilian closer, their bare, perspiring chests
slapping together. "There was a
before—this isn’t our first time. And Jesus Christ, I’ve waited
lifetimes for you to come back to me." Despite the stifling warmth
filling the tent, Kilian shivered when Raoul kissed his neck,
nipping and biting his way up to his earlobe. His arms encircled
Kilian and he rubbed their chests together so his hardened nipples
dragged over Kilian’s, sending tingly fire straight to his cock.
Raoul tangled
his fingers into Kilian’s hair again, tugging hard so it sent goose
bumps down Kilian’s spine. He closed his mouth over Kilian’s,
kissing him with a voraciousness Kilian had never experienced with
another man before…at least not in this lifetime. Their tongues warred, darting and dueling with
fierce strength. The flavor was hearty with the vague taste of Kilian’s own pre-cum juices still lingering in Raoul’s mouth. They
both groaned, panting for air. They sucked and explored every recess
of mouths, traced every tooth, every inch of lips and ground their
shafts together until Kilian thought he’d come right then and there.
Raoul broke the
kiss, swaying his pelvis from side to side so that his shaft ground
less violently against Kilian’s. "Get me ready for you. Now."
