He dreams

Swirling.

Longing.

Red hair.

Ethan gasps, holding fast to scarlet locks, fingers running through fire made silk.

Warmth, wet and familiar, surrounds his engorged prick. Licking. Sucking. Savoring.

Bliss edges near. Closer. Closer.

Eyes meet. Green. Emerald. Impossible eyes to match impossible hair.

Closer. Closer. Closer.

Throat opens. More, deeper. Fire consuming cock and soul.

Porcelain face meets belly, nose to navel.

Shuddering, gasping, euphoric release threatening.

Green eyes begging, yearning, needing.

And then…