Doctrine of Labyrinths Series, Mildmay/Felix, wet dreams, "the darkness, and the river, and Felix ha
I'm not drowning anymore. That is the first thought that runs through my head. I'm not drowning; I'm okay. Okay. Alright. Someone is holding me, and I won't die. His arm is around me and I can lean on his shoulder and catch my breath. He'll hold me here and not let me go. It's Mildmay. Mildmay won't let me go into the dark water again. I'm pressed against my solid Mildmay and he'll protect me until the end and let me cry against his neck and never tell a soul.
And then it happens. I feel it, he feels it, and I am horrified, absolutely humiliated as my cock goes hard between us. We both freeze and stiffen. Then he whispers, "You got the hots for me?"
"Yes," I snuffle, too shocked even to lie.
His breathing catches in his throat for a moment.
"Really?"
"Yes," I say again, and shrink away from the anger that I'm sure will soon come.
But no sooner have I begun pulling away than do his arms tighten as he pulls me closer.
"Shh, shh, it's okay. I don't mind. It's okay."
"It is?"
"Yeah." His mouth is right next to my ear. "'Cause I've wanted you for forever."
And then his mouth is on my wet ear, licking it, and my hands know exactly what to do even though my mind has gone numb. Up his shirt they creep, softly stroking the hard muscles there, feeling the power. His tongue moves to my neck and I whimper slightly, from cold or pleasure I don't know. I press my erection against his leg and can feel an answering hardness beginning to grow. It's too much and I turn my head and kiss him on the lips.
His tongue is as strong as his back, as are the fingers that undo the buttons of my trousers and stroke my waiting cock. I undo his trousers in turn, feeling the heat throbbing slightly in my hands, and as I jerk on it his tongue thrusts into my mouth and I moan outloud.
"I want you," he pants into my ear, one hand sliding around my hips to poke tentatively at my opening. "Let me have you. Now. I've been waiting for so long."
One wet finger slides in and I must gasp. "Yes, yes."
He gives me one last kiss on the lips, then turns me around against the hard rock wall in front of us and lays his hands on my shoulders for a moment before yanking my trousers down to my ankles and guiding my legs apart.
"I love you," he whispers in my ear, and then he is inside me, hard and big and hot, pulling my hips against his. Soft at first, then harder until he is pounding into me and we are both moaning and panting and his teeth are on my bare shoulder and it's so good. I can feel the pressure building within me, more and more until-
With a gasp I sit up in my bed in a little Grasslands inn. My nightshirt is wet with what I am almost positive is a mixture of cum and sweat. I am panting and shaking and feel wonderful and wretched, all at the same time.
Suddenly I remember whom I share this bed with and glance over in time to see Mildmay shut his eyes tightly. He'd probably seen it all. I'll bet anything he heard his name at least once.
"I'm sorry," I whisper. "I- didn't mean to wake you."
He doesn't say anything, and I unable to face him any more I spend the rest of the night huddled in a ball in the corner of the room trying not to remember how much I want him.