Ash moved until his body brushed Puck's from shoulder to thigh as his expression grew more serious.
"You need to let people care for you Fire-bird."
Puck's insides flipped at the sound of that nickname. "Don't call me that." Ash's eyes were so dark and bright, and his lips so close to Pucks. Scents of male and stormy seas and arousal washed over him. Ash stared straight into the center of his being and whispered, "Let me take care of you."
"No," Puck said, loud, harsh, panicked that he said those words out loud. Even as he spoke, he was melting into Ash. When his lips touched his, Puck thought the whole universe might catch fire. A hint of wintergreen and liquid fire tingled across his tongue as their mouths joined completely.
Puck shivered and burned everywhere. Ash tasted perfect. He felt beyond perfect. So, so good.
And that was bad.
Prologe
Original story by Anna Windsor.
Yaoi, I do not own Iron Fey.
