charisstoma

Title : ‘Through the gate, then through the door’
Author: charisstoma
Word count : 485

Like magic his eyes cleared, though he had to squint in the bright light. He didn’t know where he was or who had owned the hand pulling him into and out of places. It had all happened so fast. One moment he was leaving the new bar, ever so tipsy as his grandma would say, and the next it was as if someone had pulled a darkness around him.

‘Through the gate, then through the door,’ sang in his mind. What that meant he didn’t know until his sight came back as suddenly as it had left and made out the ornamental metal gate that stood isolated at the edge of the woodland. Beyond that was a door standing likewise isolated, set amidst trees and grass.

‘Through the gate, then through the door.’ A hand pushed him, in the center of his back, toward the gate. “I’ll be right behind you,” was whispered near his ear and just for good measure that hand slid south cupping his ass.

“Um,” He tried to hold back, but a couple fingers pressed upward between his legs urging him to jump closer to the door. He couldn’t turn around as by this time another hand had clamped on his shoulder. He’s going nowhere but forward. “Stop. Tell what’s going on... please.”

“A little bit further. Through the door.”

A warm body pressed along his back, a hardness low against him. That hand moved to the front of his pants massaging, causing him to go up on his toes chasing where it felt best.

The door was right there, like a white surround arched chapel door. “Reach your hand out. Lift the latch.” Fingers worked him.

He whimpered. A push had him thrusting his arm out to catch himself against the door, the latch under his hand. Those talented fingers causing him to rise up, taking the latch with him and the door opened.

“Now love, step through and all will be revealed.”

“If I wind up naked...” was answered by a husky laugh.

“Not right away. First you need to jump through the entry.”

“And then….”

“And then we’re joined and I take you.”

“THIS is the wedding you promised me?”

“Fae way. One has to steal the lover away and get them to enter freely through the doorway of their own will. The freely and willingly is up to each couples interpretation. This is mine.”

His “Um...” was answered by “one couple were impelled through the entry by an enthusiastic rutting.”

“Okay, okay. Give me a moment….. um”

“Goeff, it’s traditional. Do you want to get fucked or don’t you?”

“I do.”

A voice on the other side said, “Close enough. You may now fuck your spouse over the anvil.”

Sure enough there was an anvil visible through the door.

Anvils, Geoff found, were hard and cold but his husband was more than able to heat him up.