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Forest stepped into the shower and a relaxed sigh escaped him as the water rained down over the tense muscles of his back. He had spent the entire day working, and the cool water was a very welcome relief to the heat that still lingered despite the slow setting of the sun. He slid his fingers through his hair and lathered it with a sweet-smelling shampoo. Lavender always had a very relaxing effect, and when used as a shampoo, its effect tripled. He rinsed his hair and smiled as he thought of the return this new job offered. For such a small piece, he was floored when the buyer’s contact told him that the buyer would pay ten grand for it. He was given two thousand up front in order to purchase the best materials he could. The remaining eight thousand would be delivered upon receipt of the finished piece.
Forest finished washing and turned off the water. He knew he really should give his hands a break, but the promise of such a lump sum of money upon completion was too much to put off working. He dried as quickly as he could and dressed in a fresh pair of jeans and a T-shirt. He hurried back out to the workshop in his bare feet and opened the door. As he reached up to switch on the light above the table, Forest’s hand stilled over the lamp.
He watched breathlessly as the reflection he saw earlier stared back at him from the glass--yet no light fell upon the table itself. The sun’s last rays were sliding beneath the tops of the trees, dropping the workshop into darkness. Forest stumbled back against the far wall as the reflection took on a more tangible form. Golden-yellow glass gave way to golden-yellow hair; cobalt glass gave way to sapphire eyes. But his lips. Dear God, Forest thought he would die if those darkly sensuous lips touched him. As the ethereal form of the man materialized before his eyes, Forest feared he would do just that.
“Who-who are you?” he whispered hoarsely as the gossamer figure stood before him, fully formed and smiling cryptically.
The man--or spirit--glided over the rough wooden floor to stand not but two inches from Forest’s body. He lifted a graceful hand and Forest shuddered to feel such a weighted touch from something as vaporous as the figure in front of him.
“I am Dominic. Do you fear me?”
Forest swallowed hard, but honestly didn’t know whether he was truly afraid or simply awed. The two emotions seemed to mix within his brain until he no longer knew where one ended and the other began. Dominic’s voice was as ethereal as his body, and the mere sound of it set every nerve in Forest’s body on a delicate edge.
“Should I fear you?” he asked quietly.
Dominic smiled and slid the wispy tendrils that were his fingers around the back of Forest’s neck. With only the gentlest pressure, he brought their faces, and inevitably their mouths, together. When Dominic parted his lips over Forest’s, the creator’s lips followed suit. Forest moaned into Dominic’s mouth softly as their bodies came together as well. Dominic pressed him into the wall and deepened their kiss.
Forest’s breath caught in his throat as the vaporous tongue explored his mouth, tasting him with a delicate touch that felt as if there was nothing there at all. He wanted to move, to draw Dominic closer to him, but when he tried, his hands slid through the man’s body like the air itself. Yet he could feel the hardness, the ridge of Dominic’s cock against his own, like he was made of flesh and blood. His confusion seeped into his kiss in the form of a soft whimper. He felt Dominic’s smile on his lips.
“I am not here to take pleasure for myself,” Dominic whispered. “I am here to give you pleasure unlike anything you’ve ever known.”
Forest nodded and waited with bated breath as Dominic knelt to the floor in front of him. With no more than a wave of the spirit’s hand, Forest’s jeans fell open. With a gentle tug, they were at his feet; his underwear followed. He flattened himself against the wall as the sensation of a warm mouth encircled the entire length of his cock. The feeling was indeed like nothing he had ever felt. It was like the softest rain and strongest grip; a gentle sucking motion that threatened to swallow him whole while stroking his length in the warmest velvet. As he grew closer to climax, he wanted nothing more than to touch the man below him. He reached out to grip Dominic’s head, but was met with an indescribable ache when his hands passed through the shimmering form. He dropped his hands to the side and gave himself over the spirit’s seduction.
He began moving his hips in time with Dominic’s mouth, his entire body awash in heavenly fire. His stomach tightened and a gasp escaped his lips. His thrusts sped up until he was making love to Dominic’s mouth with long, forceful strokes. When his thighs tightened, Forest gripped one of the support beams of the low-hanging ceiling. With a deep-seated moan, he erupted into Dominic’s mouth, sending wave after wave of warm semen down the spirit’s throat. When he was spent, Dominic stood and pulled him into another kiss. Forest moaned softly as he tasted his own release on the spirit’s tongue.
“I want to feel you inside me,” Forest whispered. “Is that possible?”
Dominic pulled away and turned Forest around to face the wall. Forest rested his forehead against the wood and bit his lower lip as a pair of gentle, insistent hands brushed over his buttocks with feather-light touches. When he felt Dominic spread the cheeks apart, exposing his tender opening, Forest squeezed his eyes shut and waited. His heart thundered in his chest as a single, slender finger slid inside him. He moaned softly and backed up onto Dominic’s hand.
“Please,” he whispered.
The finger withdrew and was replaced with something substantially larger. Forest gasped as the head of Dominic’s shaft pressed into him. He gripped the exposed beams of the wall and groaned as Dominic’s cock filled him until he was sure his body would split in two. With a soft but firm grip on his hips, Dominic withdrew from Forest’s body and reentered him with a slow, fluid stroke. Forest backed into him again, meeting him halfway and impaling himself on the vaporous cock buried deep inside his body.
Beneath his arm, Forest caught a glimpse of the two of them in a large piece of glass that stood beside the door. He watched breathlessly as his body was stretched and filled by a shimmering figure of glass and vapor. He felt no pain, and indeed the pleasure was truly exquisite, but Dominic’s reflection was that of haze and smoke. With a particularly deep thrust, Forest’s attention was drawn quickly back to the glassy cock as it slowly and deliciously filled him. He suddenly wondered if Dominic would climax. And if he did, what would it feel like? With another deep thrust, a throaty groan escaped Forest’s lips and his body shook between Dominic’s form and the wall. He whimpered as wave after blissful wave washed over him, suffusing him with a gentle air of comfort.
Forest started to come down from his heavenly high when Dominic gripped him, buried his cock in him with a final thrust, and filled Forest’s body with a warm wash of light. Forest looked into the mirror and his eyes widened as his body began to glow from the inside out. When Dominic pulled out of him, Forest was finally able to find his breath. He turned around expecting a kiss, but Dominic was gone.
Forest looked frantically around for him, but the spirit was nowhere to be seen. Then he looked down at the piece he had been working on. Dominic’s serene, angelic gaze stared back at him, and when Forest smiled, he swore he saw the faintest hint of a wink.
He looked back up at the picture on the wall, moved the figure in glass to the side, and began its twin.
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