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Fairyville (Fairyville #1) Page 50
Author: Emma Holly

This answer seemed to disconcert his companion, but Magnus recovered soon enough. He leaned forward across the table, the tips of his fingers touching Bryan's hand. Bryan fought a shiver. The humming he'd felt before increased with the contact.

"I want you to be my eyes," Magnus said in a hypnotic singsong tone. "My eyes and my ears, my c**k and my skin, my proxy for a night of sexual indulgence. I want you to plunge your hardness into Zoe's cunt. I want you to spill your ecstasy inside her over and over. Nothing could be better than taking your pleasure there, and nothing else will fully satisfy you until your c**k tastes her sweet pu**y."

"Uh," said Bryan. His head felt thick, the images that Magnus described threatening to cloud his reason. Zoe was a hot tamale, and he didn't know why he shouldn't fantasize about f**king her, but surely it couldn't be that easy. "That sounds nice, but how am I supposed to get Zoe to agree to this?"

"When I make you come, I'll loan you a portion of my magic charm."

"You're going to make me come?" Bryan asked, this somehow more startling than the bit about magic charm.

Magnus's longest finger slid between two of Bryan's, tickling the webbing of skin between. "That is what you want to trade, isn't it?"

"Oh, yeah," Bryan said, his c**k so hard it was strangling. "I'd love for you to get me off."

"Then that's how we'll seal the deal. You'll be my secret proxy in Zoe's bed, and no one but I will know I'm there."

"No one but you," Bryan repeated, his thoughts running even more sluggishly. He could hardly remember what he was agreeing to, only that it was going to be fantastic.

"Follow me to the men's room," Magnus said. "I'll make sure no one else comes in."

Magnus had almost forgotten what seducing a man was like. Relatively speaking, he hadn't done it often, though fairies were by nature sexually flexible. Charming a man was certainly quicker than charming a woman, even allowing for the potion he'd slipped into Bryan's glass.

Fairy charm didn't create attraction, only amplified it, so Magnus had used the potion to increase the effect. It still wasn't as potent as it would have been in Fairy, but fortunately, Bryan hadn't required much convincing to let the spell bend his will—his consent a necessity if Magnus wished to stay on the "white" side of magical practice.

Given how well he'd done thus far, he was feeling optimistic as he surveyed the men's bathroom. The Ritz it wasn't, but Bryan hadn't had the look of a man who was finicky. He'd had the look of a man who was beating himself up over his heart's mistakes. If that was the case, these less than genteel surroundings ought to suit him fine.

Magnus glared at the single patron who was using the urinals, which encouraged the man to hurry it up admirably. The two graffitied stalls were empty. Rather than expend more magic preventing others from coming in, he searched the supply closet.

The Out of Order sign that fell off a shelf seemed a pleasant wink from the universe.

As Bryan slipped into the bathroom after him, a curl of adrenaline numbed Magnus's fingers—nerves perhaps, or anticipation at being obliged to enjoy a kind of sex he hadn't had in a while. Magnus didn't need sexual variety the way he had when he was younger, but that didn't mean it couldn't get his blood thrumming.

This is for Zoe, he instructed his swelling cock. You're doing this so you can know how it feds to truly be with her.

Bryan was eyeing him warily, maybe as nervous as he was, though he didn't look reluctant. If nothing else, Magnus's seductive methods ensured the man's arousal was too high for that. Bryan's chest was rising and falling shallowly, a fine sheen of perspiration glistening on his swarthy skin.

Despite his obvious eagerness, "How would you like to do this?" Bryan asked politely.

Magnus shook his head, silently amused. "This trade is weighted in my favor. You must be the one to say what you want."

"I don't really—"

"You do," Magnus interrupted, pinning him with his most mesmerizing stare. "You know exactly what you want right now."

"To be sucked off," Bryan said, the answer hushed but bursting from him like it had been pulled. His breath came deeper with the true confession. "I want you to wrap that gorgeous mouth around me and take me whole. I want you to suck my seed down your throat like you're starving for the taste of it."

His pupils were huge, showing the influence of Magnus's magic as much as his own lust. This was an act that involved some risk when done between humans. In his normal frame of mind, Magnus was certain Bryan would have offered to wear protection. In need of no such shields, Magnus smiled at this evidence that his control over the man was strong. Spells were tricky in the human realm. You never knew when they might zig instead of zag.

"Would you like to watch me in the mirror?" Magnus offered. "I haven't done this in a while, but I used to be good at deep throating."

"Oh, man," Bryan said, which Magnus took as a yes.

The mirror was a rust-spotted glass bolted to the wall. The second of two sinks hung beside it. Magnus gestured for Bryan to lean against the porcelain, then went to his knees on the floor.

Bryan's fingers were already fumbling with his fly.

Once he had it open, Magnus pulled the denim down his muscular thighs. Bryan's c**k bounced out like it was on springs, big and thick and flushed with engorging blood. Magnus caught it, his thumbs tracing gently up the distended veins. Bryan bit his lip with pleasure and tried to fight back a moan.

"You must be quiet," Magnus warned before he went further. "And I suspect we need to be quick. I don't know how long we have before someone checks the door."

"Do it then," Bryan said roughly. "I'm ready to roll."

There was quick and then there was rushing, which no self-respecting fairy was going to do. Magnus cupped Bryan's balls and began with them, sucking one and then the other into his mouth. They were warm and heavy, their sac drawing up as Bryan's excitement rose. When Magnus mouthed both at once and pulled, Bryan rumbled out a groan.

The grateful sound reminded Magnus that what he was doing was intimate—not just in the sexual sense, but in the emotional, as well. No doubt Bryan had been in a reckless mood, but Magnus couldn't shake the feeling that having this man's vulnerability quite literally placed in his hands was an important trust. Bryan was a person, not a pawn, and Magnus had no business forgetting that. Disconcerted, his sucking slowed.

Bryan grabbed his shoulder, his fingers digging in to balance him. Magnus pulled away to speak.

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