Huge thanks to the fabulous Ollie Fox for today’s guest blog – featuring a cute and horny connection between a human and one of Death’s Sentries, in which the sentry – Zed – discovers a whole new kind of pleasure. One that I know many of you blog-reading humans are fans of. This first time blow job story is an extract from Ollie’s latest book – Death’s Embrace – and if you enjoyed their last piece with an extract from their latest demon romance novel, you’ll probably want to check this one out too! Here’s the blurb:
Bowie is an ordinary human with no real knowledge of the afterlife—until an accident sends them briefly to the Place Between. Waiting to greet them is Zed, one of Death’s Sentries, who fell in love with them lifetimes ago and has met them between each of their forgotten reincarnations. This time, when Bowie returns to life, Zed follows. For the first time he’s experiencing life in a human body with the person he loves. But there may be consequences for abandoning his post…
“So that’s what all the fuss is about”
“You’re here,” said Bowie then, fiercely. “Fuck them, fuck their rules, you’re here now.”
He pulled them down for another kiss. “I am here,” he agreed, and he kissed the side of their head, their neck. “And this is—this is so much more than I ever…” And then he broke the kiss, eyes wide. “Oh.”
“Oh?” said Bowie.
He shifted a little under them, letting out a choked sound when he rubbed against them, and that’s when they realized just what he was ohing about.
“Oh,” said Bowie, and started to get off of him in case that was more than he wanted.
He had, at least, been startled out of his distress, more befuddled than anything. “Is that what that feels like?” His hands fell to his sides, forgotten.
“Wait,” said Bowie. And then, despite everything, despite the tears in their eyes and the way Zed’s pained voice still rang in their ears, they bit back a grin. “Is this your first erection?”
“Well, yes,” he said, and then his confusion became a grin. “I’ve heard about them before, though! I want to see it.”
“So do I,” Bowie said, without thinking, and then felt their face heat. “Uh. If that’s okay.”
Zed pushed down his sweats, hissing as the fabric brushed over his skin to reveal his cock standing proud. It was thick, curved, listing slightly to one side. “Is it a good one?” he asked, tilting his head to the side, like someone assessing a sculpture in a museum. “I don’t have anything to compare it to.”
Against their will and better judgment, Bowie started laughing. They flopped back on the back of the couch. “It’s a very good one,” they assured him between giggles, trying to catch their breath.
“It can’t be that good if you’re laughing about it.” But when they glanced up he was smiling still, teasing, as he half-reclined on the couch.
Bowie took a few breaths to keep it under control. “It’s just your reaction,” they started to explain, and another giggle escaped. “You’re so cute it’s unreal.”
“Thank you,” he said. “I think. So, um.”
“Um,” agreed Bowie, and glanced up at him speculatively, the laughter finally dying out. “Zed?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
They took another breath, this one for courage, maybe, or just to ease the sudden flutter in their belly, so different from the agony threatening before. “Do you want me to touch it?” they asked, and set their hand on his knee.
Zed let out a puff of air. “Yes.” They watched his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Yes. I would like that very much.”
“Good.” And with that, Bowie shifted to kneel on the couch cushion, and pulled his sweats down over his long legs. He spread his knees to give them access, his eyes curious, and something else. Something that sent a spike of flame through Bowie’s stomach.
They wrapped their hand around his cock, and revelled in the gasp that escaped his lips. They stroked over him, carefully at first, and watched him. Watched his eyes darken, and then fall shut. Watched his lips part, as rough breaths spilled from his throat. Watched, still touching, still stroking, as his head dropped back, exposing the beautiful column of his throat, his heaving chest.
And then they curled down and caught the swollen end of his cock in their mouth, and Zed let out a cry that echoed off the blank walls of Bowie’s basement apartment.
They kept stroking, tracing the pulsing vein with their hands, tasting his cock leaking eagerly onto their tongue. He sounded so beautiful, looked so beautiful, tasted and felt so beautiful, and they moaned and took more of him into their mouth, eager for the salt of his skin and his pleasure in their ears. He wouldn’t last long, and they knew that, and they didn’t care. They just wanted him, however they could have him, whatever they could do for him, and they sucked on him, hands gripping him gently but firmly.
And when he came he cried out, spilling deep into their mouth, and Bowie swallowed it and pulled away to catch their breath.
He was laying back still, breathing hard. When he glanced down, his eyes were wide and glassy-bright.
“So that’s what all the fuss is about,” he managed.
Bowie started to giggle again. “Yeah,” they said, and started to get up. “Yeah, there’s a reason humans get stupid about sex.”
“Wait,” he said, reaching for them.
“I’m just going to rinse my mouth so you can kiss me,” they said. “I promise I’m not leaving you.”
“No, I—I mean, if you want to do that, but I’ll kiss you anyway,” he said, taking their hand and pressing a clumsy kiss to it. “I don’t care. But…what about you?”
And for the first time since they’d met him, his eyes roamed down, from their face and down over the tank top they wore, to their boxer shorts, their fuzzy thick thighs, and then back up.
“What do you need?” He struggled to sit up, suddenly all elbows, but he managed. With them still standing, he pulled them over, looking up at them a moment, his hair gorgeously mussed and his eyes focused now. Then he wrapped his arms around them to rest his chin against their soft belly, gazing upward. “Tell me how to make you feel like that. Please. I want to.”
They let out a heavy breath, and reached up to stroke his hair. And then, forgetting what they’d said, they bent to kiss him again.
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