Fae creatures fall together

Jesse entered the dimly-lit room with an entire continent’s worth of butterflies in his stomach. Suzy was leading him by the arm again, but gently this time… not demanding, only asking… and every step checking back to make sure he was still sure he wanted to follow. Trails of sweet-smelling smoke whirled and wisped around them like fog in moonlit streets. It struck the young sissy as funny to think: Almost as soon as a cure for lung cancer had been found, humanity at large had dived headlong back into its love affair with tobacco. Mixing it in with further advances in technology to allow for immeasurable choice in what flavour or colour or consistency of fumes you wished to inflict and infuse into the world around you. He had even heard Betsy whisper that the wealthy slipped various subtle and illicit substances into their pipes and smoking sticks. Aphrodisiacs and gentle mood-alterers that might suffuse a room with a cloud of gentler dispositions and opened inclinations. Honestly though, Jesse didn’t think he would be able to tell right now if they had… Even normal cigarette smoke had always made him feel dizzy, and his heart was currently racing at a thousand beats per minute regardless.

They must have looked like fae spirits of a distant mythology, emerging through those curling drifts and shadowcast figures. Their gleaming-white dresses catching every flicker of errant candlelight. Fragile and ethereal. Caught between worlds and genders. Faeries from Tir na nOg who must have lost their way and wings to end up here, in this dark world of leather and polished oak. There was certainly a charge of trapped magic in the air that Jesse could feel. Like the first breath before a storm… or the stick hovering above that first drumbeat to signal a maiden’s sacrifice. He was sure all the members of the dining party were arrayed here, languishing upon a fortune’s worth of furniture as they sipped wine worth more than he was… yet he couldn’t see any of their faces. All he could see was Suzy’s encouraging smile, the boy’s mascara hastily fixed after they had each cried out their fill. That and the spotlit stage: clearly raised and arranged, just for them.

It was covered in soft, feather cushions. Fashioned from some padded substance that offered plenty of comfort, but also enough resistance to push off of. The sissy wondered how many other acts of love or debauchery had been committed here? How many similar stages existed the world and city over? Where other soft, young playthings such as he; did their duty day in, day out. Providing succour and entertainment for the masters they so longed to please. Perhaps it made them all dream of innocence, for just a moment? Watching the pure things they’d purchased play out a forgotten memory. All that became unimportant though, as soon as they landed together upon that softness.

The two femboys were on each other immediately: kissing, stroking, tickling. Their embraces up till now, at school or in the bedroom, had been overflows of a certain pool within each of them. Dipping their toes and testing the waters before either was really sure what the other wanted. Now, though… the dams had been let open. Jesse found that, in knowing that his friend had given up so much to pay for this moment, he couldn’t possibly hold back anything that he himself felt. His heart ached in his chest as it seemed near determined to beat its way free, yet reaching a hand out to touch Suzy’s breast met only a pulse only equal. The beautiful, blonde creature straddled his belly, reaching up and tossing aside his only item of clothing. Jesse raised his arms to allow the same to be done with his. They were past such teasing now. The silky material had hid so very little anyway.

The boy from Home 23 gazed up and saw an angel haloed by lights. Someone who shared so much with him. The struggles of being caught somewhere between everyone’s dreams of perfection: slim and smooth and suggestively submissive. Suzy’s magnificent breasts bounced free and healthy, his painted lips holding smiles and secrets. While down below his hairless balls rested against Jesse’s belly, an already full-grown erection rising up from that pillow. The pinned down sissy felt his own, smaller offering rise up in answer anyway. Brushing just the edge of its sensitivities against a bobbing pair of ass-cheeks. No, he didn’t feel the stares of their gathered audience at all… Nor did he have any fears left from that abyss he had been falling toward…

For the first time in his life… Jesse felt he might need to re-evaluate what ‘love’ meant.