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“Did you know space is silent? There’s no sound.” I lick my dry lips, my nerves getting the best of me.

Again.

“Is that so?” His knuckles drag down my inner thigh. “I don’t think it will be quiet tonight,” he croons, pressing his lips dangerously close to my cock.

“Fuck, Alaska. Oh, fuck.” I gasp for breath, my shaft twitching.

He wraps a hand around my solid girth, giving it a tight stroke. “That okay?”

“Yes, fuck yes, oh god.” I arch my back, lifting my chest to the stars, and Alaska is there, peppering kisses down my sternum.

“So goddamn gorgeous,” he murmurs against my skin. “A god beneath me. How lucky am I to be close to someone so powerful? To have a man like you guard my heart.”

I reach up, tangling my fingers in his hair, and that’s when I feel the moment change; the air becomes lighter while I become dizzier.

“I’ll take care of it, Sunshine. I’ll take care of you.” I don’t think Alaska has had anyone to take care of him in all the years he has been alive.

He holds the side of my jaw for dear life as he presses his full lips against mine, his beard scratching my chin how I like.

“Moondance” by Sam Smith sounds from the tent, and it startles me, interrupting the silent night between our lips. Alaska chuckles, brushing his nose against mine.

“I had the music set on a timer. Sorry. I should have warned you.”

“No. It’s perfect.”

We smile at one another before leaning in, our lips finding one another for the hundredth time. Every kiss is better than the last.

I didn’t realize how empty my life was until him, how quiet and unfulfilled my heart was. I always wanted to fly towards the sun, chasing the rays that light the path. I was wrong. Every journey left me emptier now that I think of it.

I finally figured out why.

He’s my sun.

I was meant to fly to him. He has always been the journey I was meant to go on.

He wraps his hand around my cock again, his palm smearing the precome across the crown.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so wet for me, Beloved.” He drags his finger across the puddle forming on my stomach. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes,” I answer a little too fast.

“You’re soaked.” He bends down, flattening his tongue across my stomach, and licks the precome from my abdomen.

My stomach trembles from the attention.

“You taste so good, Honeybee. So sweet, just how I like, and do you want to know why?”

He’s asking me questions right now? Are you kidding?

“Why?” I mewl, the grass tickling my bare shoulders.

“Because everything that makes you was made for me.” He swoops down again, licking up my shaft, and I grip the roots of his hair, my blunt nails digging into his scalp.

“Fuck!” I shout so loud, my voice carries to the trees.

“Did I hurt you? I haven’t ever⁠—”

“—No. No. Absolutely not. Feels good. Too good.” I rub the side of his face, wanting to reassure him while I try to catch my breath.