Claiming The Remnant

Chapter 13

[ Garrett ]

My hands roved the heated flesh of Jo’s torso. My rough fingers could feel all the scars that marred his flesh but he hid them from my eyes. I had seen them before but Wills didn't really like them, so they were almost always hidden. Most of them were from working, I had my fair share too - it came with the job but Willis; people weren't very accepting of those who's magic came in a shade of blue. They were considered vermin; deceitful, sneaky and immoral. I disagreed. They were only what we made them. Like the King said - I saw things differently. I saw a use for Willis and their magic.

"I'm so hot for you." I said between the kisses I was leaving on his jaw. My hand skimmed over the front of his trousers making Jo roll his hips demanding more than the feather light touch I'd given.

He loosed a hot breath and moaned. Still leaning over the back of the chair I gripped his thighs and sucked down his neck before biting at his collar bone.

"Fuck." He whispered as my hands pressed firmly on the inside of his thighs pulling up to the heat of his crotch.

"Are you hot for me Joseph?" I murmured, grabbing his hard length and squeezing through the rough material. For such a slender person he was incredibly well hung.

"So hot." He groaned as I squeezed just that little bit more. "Ye Gods, Captain."

I stood up and span the chair so Joseph was facing me. His small frame and my well built one made it easy. Dropping to my knees I gripped the edge of the waist band before tugging it. Joseph lifted his hips once again but this time to accommodate the removal of his trousers. I tugged them off and set about kissing my way up his slender legs, nipping, massaging and licking as I went.

The glorious, thick c**k pulsed and twitched before my eager eyes. A deep musky scent rose from between his legs. I couldn't help but breathe it in. I wanted it. I wanted to savour the taste of him, feel his heat in my mouth. Nervousness fizzed inside me. This was a step outside the norm. When Willis was Josephine I normally took the lead - she liked me to be ‘The Man’, to domineer her, worship her, possess her but when Willis was Joseph he liked to take control. It empowered him.

Taking his length in my hand I rubbed my thumb over the tip coating it with the juicy clear bead that had formed there. Joseph, normally so self assured, seemed vulnerable today. Dipping my head I gently took one of his balls into my mouth, sucking it a little while I rubbed his length slowly.

“Joseph,” I said softly, after releasing his testical from my mouth, “look at me.” His watery blue eyes met mine and my heart clenched at the sad look on his face. His face; no magic, just Wilis young and boyish at 22. High cheekbones, narrow jaw, a slim nose that he had somehow managed to avoid getting broken and blue eyes that matched his powder blue hair and eyebrows. I twisted my hand smoothly down his shaft; down into the powder blue hair that resided there.

“I’ve never put a c**k in my mouth before.” Joseph’s mouth formed a surprised ‘O’ and his chest began to rise and fall rapidly as he looked into my hungry eyes. “You’re going to be my first, and I,” my eyes flicked quickly to the enormous c**k in my hand and back to Jo’s face, “am going to try not to choke.” I chuckled and Jo grinned. Light filled his face and the lines of sadness dissipated.

I was a little nervous. It was normally Willis bobbing up and down on my erection before Joseph bent me over and plowed my ass. I’d only ever had the pleasure of plowing Willis as Josephine. This was a big step for us; like he was trusting me with all of him.

I licked my lips and eyed the monstrous rod I was holding. It eyed me back.

“Captain, you don’t have to...ohh.” Joseph’s words turned to sounds of pleasure as, with zeal, I flicked my tongue over the tip, swirled it dexterously over the whole head before bringing my lips to envelope it.

“Mmmm.” I moaned. The taste of him, the velvety nature of his firm flesh and the heat all added to my own arousal. My erection throbbed and burned in the confines of my trousers as I began to work Jo in earnest. A mix of spit and his salty fluid ran down his shaft coating the hand that was squeezing the base. Breathing through my nose I took him in deeper.

Joseph flailed a little, groaning, moaning and not knowing where to put himself. I pressed down with my weight, holding his hips in place. Hair tickled the tip of my nose. Pleased with how much of his member was stuffed in my mouth without me choking I picked up the pace. Each dip of my head brought him closer to the edge, his balls were tightening and his legs were tense. Copying the formula of our previous engagements, just from the giving not receiving side this time, I began to pull away.

“No, no don’t stop, please.” He practically sobbed, his hands grabbing at my hair, feebling pushing my head back down. “Garrett…” He begged.

My name on his lips was a fan to a fire. Willis always called me Captain, always. A single delicate tear escaped his powder blue eyes. As it rolled with a pain filled silence over his almost luminously pale flesh I brought my large hand to his face and wiped it away.

“What’s wrong Joseph?” More tears gathered in his eyes at the sound of my undisguised concern. He pressed his lips together trying not to cry and gave a little shake of his head.

“Ok, ok.” I soothed. Looks like there would be two firsts for me today, I had sucked c**k for the first time and now I was going to have a mouthful of c*m. I wanted it more than I’d thought. Taking up my previous position of a gob full of tasty c**k, I grabbed Jo’s hands and pressed them into my hair.

Joseph swallowed, probably shocked at my willingness and the control I was offering. With his slender hands firmly gripping my short locks Jo led me in pace and depth. The pace built quickly and he rammed more of his solid c**k into my willing mouth before finally raising his hips and pushing my head at the same time as he came hot and violently down my throat.

It was thick and salty, not entirely unpleasant but if I didn’t think it would hurt Joseph's feelings I would definitely choose to spit rather than swallow. I could understand why Taiya always spat, quite ungraciously I might add. Pulling up to face Jo, my lips sticky and wet with his pleasure, I made a show of swallowing down the load.

The look in his eyes sent a heat spiraling through me like I had never known. There was something here between us, something new. Willis always got my pulse racing but this was different; this fierce desire inside me.

My lips were on his in an instant. I needed more of him. Jo moaned as I kissed him, invading his mouth with my tongue. Consuming his mouth with a determined fervour I pulled him to his feet. His hands roamed my body driving me wild as they wandered under my shirt and over my crotch.

“Hands on the desk!” I growled, low and dominating when I finally managed to pull away from the soft heat of his mouth. My own erection was unrepentant in its desire for Joseph’s tight little ass. Wild with need the buckle couldn’t be undone fast enough and my trousers wouldn’t come off fast enough either catching on my shoes. Everything pulsed with the need to have Jo squirming and shaking on the end of my c**k. There would be no satisfaction until my own release was dripping from between his cheeks.

Hardly managing to hold myself back at the sight of him bent over, hands gripping the edge of the desk in anticipation, I spat in my hand and rubbed it over his sweet asshole. With restraint that teetered on a knife edge I worked my finger into the puckered flesh, loosening and lubricating the tight muscle.

“Captain…” He moaned as I added another finger.

“Garrett!” I corrected him, pushing deeper. Jo gasped and squeaked. Probing gently I found the hard bump along the front wall and began massaging it. “Say my name!” I demanded, continuing to rub his prostate.

“Ye Gods, Garrett!” Joseph whimpered needily. I hacked a little, bringing more saliva into my mouth. The action brought a burst of Joseph’s salty c*m to my tongue. Once again I spat, but this time right into his hole; my fingers spreading the passage open.

“Tell me what you want Jo.” Each word was thick with lust as I breathed them to life over Joseph’s back.

“f**k me. Garrett, please f**k me.” He begged with an air of desperation, waving his pert behind. Withdrawing my slick fingers I brought the head of my engorged c**k to his entrance. Entranced, my eyes devoured the sight of my erection disappearing into his flesh. Cute noises of pleasure burst from Joseph as I pushed all the way in. The skin of his back rippled as he struggled with keeping the magic he projected in check.

Before long I was thrusting wildly. The desk groaned, shifting across the floor with every thrust. Jo was incoherent, a constant stream of jumbled words and pleasure filled sounds spilling over his lips. I slapped his ass, making him cry out in surprise, and then crashed into him, aching to be as deep as possible; as close as possible. Sweat was coating my body as I worked hard on quenching my thirst for him. Jo’s back rippled over and over as he tried to hold onto the pretence of a smooth unblemished back.

Yearning to explode inside of him as much as I was, I still slowed my pace so I could reach under him and grab his d**k. It was hard again, making my mouth water.

“Be in the moment Jo.” My hand worked the shaft while my hips pumped a steady rhythm. “Be here, with me…” I kissed his back softly, lovingly. “It’s ok.” I whispered in response to his half sob.

“Better.” I purred at the sight of his scarred back. It wasn’t the sight of the scars that made my heart race and my balls tighten, it was that he was trusting me with all of him. Trusting me with Joseph, trusting me with the sight of his damaged skin - no magic to be his shield.

Feeling connected in a way that I never had before I began pumping into him with renewed vigour. The sweet heated scent of his lemon soap filled my nose, my hips and legs burned with exertion and my hand slid up and down his raging erection hungry to feel the sweet moment of his need being quenched. My world was the sound of our flesh and moans.

“Ggg-aaarr-eett.” Jo choked out, coming undone beneath me. His body shook, muscles tensing while the engorged member in my hand pulsed over and over, spurting the evidence of his peak over my office floor.

“I’m gonna c*m so hard in your cute little ass that…” s**t. I couldn’t finish my sentence before being overwhelmed by my orgasm. My arms wrapped around him, squeezing his back against my chest. My thoughts turned to regret. Regret at not having removed my shirt. I kissed his back.

“I can taste it.” Joseph panted beneath me.

“Whhaat?” I breathed hard.

“That’s what you were going to say wasn’t it? That you’re going to c*m so hard in me I will taste it?” Jo chuckled as I reluctantly pulled away.

“Ye, I was.” I smiled, the indescribable feeling of being connected hot in my chest. Riding the wave of feeling, I pulled Jo in for a kiss but he resisted, turning his face away.

“Joseph?” His eyes avoided mine, even as my hand cupped the back of his neck and my thumb rubbed the edge of his hairline. With a sigh I let him go. “You can use my shower.”

He walked away, each step leaving me confused.

After pulling on my trousers I folded Jo’s clothes, the ones I had stripped from his body, and placed them over the towel rail. Willis had the shower turned up high so all I could see were clouds of steam billowing over the top of the glass. Once my hands were washed and face rinsed I returned to my desk.