Re: Labyrinth, Jareth/Toby, He dreams of him every night, the man with the different color eyes 2/2
Trailing a hand down his chest, he plucked at his nipples, letting a whimper slip from his lips before he reached farther down to curl around the heavy heat between his legs.
“Yes. Show me how you like to be touched, my precious Toby,” purred the man’s voice, and Toby shivered, stroking himself and occasionally swiping a thumb over the leaking head to spread the liquid over sensitive skin. That stare was almost a physical touch and he whimpered, thrusting into his hand.
“Please... touch me,” he gasped, shivering again as he heard a rustle of cloth and the almost silent steps as the man approached the bed from where he was standing. He felt the air move as a hand ghosted along his skin and he moaned in need.
“Call me,” murmured the man, a note of pleading in his voice. “Say my name. Wish me to take you away from your life, to make your dreams a reality.”
He groaned, wanting to protest that he didn’t know the man’s name when a distant memory surfaced. Got my eyes. I think I’ll call him Jareth. He licked dry lips and stilled his hand even as his body ached for more. “I wish Jareth would take me away.”
There was a strong breeze that blew through the room, bringing more scents with it, dust, dirt, green plants, and the faint stench of something horrid, and strong fingers moved possessively over Toby’s body. He gasped as his eyes flew open and he found himself mesmerized by those mismatched eyes that bore into him, reading his heart and soul. “You are now mine, Toby. Mine forever.”
He smiled and reached up to touch the man he had surrendered to. “Yours. Forever.”