Day 54/55, late night/early morning: Athosian area, Selen's room; Attn: Radek, Selen [f]
The whole thing had assumed a dream-like quality from the moment Radek had removed his glasses and surrendered himself into the care of Selen and the other Athosians with him. They'd all arrived and then bustled about with quiet efficiency shortly after Selen had first dyed, then braided his hair, and then dressed him in Athosian garb. Radek had blinked into the blurred image in the mirror before him and known a transformation was taking place, but unable to see anything but the rough shape of it.
Only Selen's plug, holding a little bit of his lover inside him, and moving in his ass as he walked, had kept his heart from pounding its way out of his chest as a couple of the Athosians had guided him through the halls of Atlantis to the Athosian quarters, and he sagged with relief the moment the door to their 'safe area' closed behind them. His hands were trembling a little as he retrieved his glasses from beneath the leather vest he wore, and had himself oriented a few moments later, finding Selen's room easily enough.
Of course there was a mirror in the room, and as much as Radek almost dreaded seeing what would appear there, he was powerless to turn away. There is, he concluded, something fundamentally shocking about looking into a mirror and seeing a person you don't really recognize. The garments emphasized different parts of his body, and featured colors he rarely if ever wore. They worked to bring out the unfamiliar darkness of his hair, pulled back into a single braid and exposing his prominent (and, sadly, growing) forehead, rather than hiding it behind unruly bangs, as he usually did. Without his glasses, he would not have recognized himself at all.
Troubled, Radek turned away, crossing to the other side of the room. He was starting to feel afraid again, and hoped very much that Selen would be there soon.
***
Selen smiled in relief as he stepped into his room to find his lover there, waiting. The sight of Radek, dressed in leather and homespun, warmed Selen's heart even as the thought of the plug within Radek's body, holding him open, keeping Selen's seed within him, shot heat to Selen's groin. Selen set the few things he had brought from Radek's room aside. They met in the center of the room and Selen bent to give Radek a warm, affectionate kiss, holding his passion at bay for a moment. "Ah, carus, you are so handsome in Athosian clothes, wearing my armband," he murmured, running his hands down Radek's shoulders and arms to take his hands. He stepped back to allow his eyes to roam over his lover's body, openly admiring and hungry.
The Athosian garments Selen had given felt strange and soft against his skin, and Radek could not help repeatedly seeing, in his mind's eye, his changed visage. He felt as if he was losing himself, and only the plug, still lodged inside him, kept him grounded, anchored in himself and Selen. Selen's kiss knew him too, and calmed him, but when he spoke of how it pleased him to see Radek in his new outfit, he could only cast his eyes down, feeling self-conscious and a little frightened.
Selen watched, seeing Radek's discomfort. He pressed another kiss to his lover, hungrier this time, and then drew back. "Kneel for me, carus?"
Radek drew a relieved breath and nodded. This he could do. "Ano, miláčku," he breathed, dropping easily to the floor in front of his lover.
Selen reached out and caressed his lover's face, his thumb tracing Radek's lower lip. "So beautiful like this, my love," he murmured. He cupped the back of Radek's neck, hand under the braid. "Undo my trousers and then bring me to hardness with your mouth, carus."
Radek let his eyes drift half closed, leaning just a touch into Selen's caress. He let his hands find their way into Selen's trousers, find his already half hard flesh within and free it, bringing it to his lips. He gave a soft moan, kissing and then gently sucking the head, savoring the taste of his lover's sex, the feel of it in his mouth.
Selen moaned, letting Radek pleasure him at his leisure for a few moments, before tightening his grip on Radek's skull and then pushing forward gently. "Take me deeper," he instructed. "Relax your throat for me."
Radek moaned in contentment, letting his eyes fall closed entirely and feeling his whole body-- and not only his throat-- relax. Feeling Selen's cock fill his mouth and throat, just as his semen filled him elsewhere, Radek felt free to be nothing more than a vessel for his lover's pleasure. Such freedom, after days or worry and sorrow, was heady, almost euphoric, and Radek let himself drift in it as Selen fucked his mouth.
"Oh, love," Selen groaned, so aroused at watching Radek submit so fully to him. He grasped Radek's braid, tipping his head back, wanting to push his lover's submission deeper. "Relax," he instructed again, then pushed forward again, going deep into Radek's throat and pausing there, fully buried, knowing Radek couldn't get a breath around him.
A little frisson of fear passed through Radek as Selen pushed deeper, blocking his breath. For a moment his grip tightened on Selen's hips, then the fear broke over him and Radek felt himself falling even deeper into the place Selen was taking him.
When Selen felt Radek's surrender he remained a second longer, then pulled back, allowing his lover a breath before pushing back in deep and slow, making Radek give him his submission rather than taking it. "So good," he moaned. "I could remain here, taking my pleasure in your mouth and throat, forever." It was not true, of course. Soon, he would need to release. "But your body is being held open for me and I promised to reward you, my beautiful carus." He withdrew again, admiring how Radek's mouth was stretched around him. He couldn't help but push back in, so deep into Radek's willing mouth. He waited there, watching Radek wait, breathless. His lover didn't struggle, trusting. Selen wondered if Radek had any idea how much he treasured that trust. Almost regretfully, he pulled back, withdrawing from Radek's mouth, leaving it red, slick, and slightly swollen. "Stand up, my love, and let me undress you."
Radek made a soft sound of regret as Selen pulled away, but he had not missed Selen's reminder. The plug lodged within him made its presence known as he stood, heightening Radek's arousal, and he was hard and aching within the confines of his new leather trousers.
Selen couldn't resist pressing a kiss to Radek's mouth, slipping his tongue inside to taste his arousal inside his lover's mouth. He pulled back and slowly began undoing the laces on Radek's shirt, then slipping it over Radek's head, careful not to dislodge his glasses. He paused, running his fingers through the hair on Radek's chest, then leaned over to lick over one pink nipple.
Radek moaned hungrily into Selen's kiss, thrilling to think of Selen tasting his own essence in Radek's mouth. He closed his eyes to bask in the sensation of Selen's hands on him, lifting his shirt away, caressing him. He wanted Selen to touch him everywhere, to take him, own him, take him away from himself. He whimpered with need as Selen's tongue teased his nipple, knowing that he need not restrain the sounds he made. If Selen wished him to be quiet, he would say so.
Selen turned his attention to the other nipple while he reached down to undo Radek's trousers. He palmed Radek's manhood as it sprang out from the opening of his trousers, then pushed the trousers and undergarment down off Radek's hips. He leaned forward and kissed Radek again as he slowly caressed his lover's manhood. "I am going to mark you now, carus," he whispered.
"Yes," Radek murmured, eyes still closed, all but trembling with desire. "I am yours, miláčku," he said. "You must do as you please." Radek had never wanted anything like this before, but ježiší, he wanted it now. He could never have conceived of the sheer bliss of being owned, controlled like this, and he craved it as he had craved nothing else in his life.
Selen considered his lover's body and then leaned down, placing his mouth at the join of Radek's neck and shoulder. He began working it with his teeth, sucking the skin into his mouth, as his hand continued to work Radek's manhood.
Radek gasped a little as Selen's teeth began to make their mark on his flesh, fighting to stay still even as part of him wanted to squirm away from the pain. Part of him wanted to fuck Selen's hand, too, for the pleasure was nearly unbearable yet not enough. He trembled as the pain and pleasure both grew deeper, torn between distress and desire, and then remembered that his own impulses were irrelevant. It was his lover's desire that mattered now, and nothing else, and remembering that, Radek felt nothing but contentment.
Selen withdrew, admiring the mark, already purpling, on Radek's skin. He stroked it with his thumb, and then pressed against it. "If ever you are feeling anxious, carus, and I am not nearby, I want you to feel this mark, to see my armband on you, and know that you are loved."
As though commanded, Radek felt his hand lift to touch the place where Selen had left his mark. He could feel it, swollen and sensitive and warmer than the surrounding skin, and tried to remember if the Athosian clothes Selen had given him to wear would show it or hide it.
"I want... I want to see it," he said, looking up at his lover.
Selen nodded. "Let me remove your boots and your trousers and then we will look at it in the mirror." He bent down, taking off one boot and then the other and then reaching up to grasp the waistbands of Radek's trousers and undergarment where they lay midway down his thighs and slid them down, hands skimming his lover's legs as he did so. He grinned up at Radek and playfully leaned forward and licked a stripe down Radek's manhood and then let his tongue lap at the drop of fluid on the tip.
Radek gave a sharp gasp at the bolt of pleasure that coursed through him. He swayed a bit on his feet, reaching out instinctively for support and finding his fingers clutching at Selen's hair.
Selen smiled at Radek's reaction, pleasure and desire rushing through him. "I love the taste of you, carus," he said, and then took Radek's head into his mouth, sucking it lightly before pulling off. "But, you are not permitted to release until I am within you." His grin grew. "And I believe I will do that while you are watching yourself in the mirror."
Smiling at Selen's confession of fondness for his taste, Radek was caught off guard by the sensation of his lover's mouth on his sex, and he drew in a sudden breath, groaning loudly as he let it out. He knew he must not come until Selen said, understood it as a first principle of his new relationship, but the thought of watching himself come, watching himself being fucked, both shocked and aroused him.
"Whatever you wish," he said, little more than whispering as he nodded shakily.
"Good, carus. Very good," Selen crooned. "Close your eyes."
Radek complied with a sigh, leaning blindly in to his lover's touch.
Gently, Selen led Radek over to the large Ancient mirror mounted in the wall and turned him to face it, standing behind his lover. He took a moment just to admire the two of them, to wrap his arms around Radek and run his hands slowly down his lover's chest. "Now, carus, open your eyes."
Blinking his vision into focus, Radek's first impression of the large mirror before him was as though it was a doorway, with two figures standing in it-- one taller and dark, the other slight and pale. It was only when the light glinted off his glasses that Radek recognized himself, and he had to swallow hard. There was something new in Selen's look-- possessive, perhaps, or proprietary-- and there was unquestionably something possessive in the way he had his arms around Radek. Drawing a breath, Radek knew both the sense of security and safety that came with being held in Selen's arms, and the unsettling sense of exposure and vulnerability that came with his vision of himself, nude and aroused in the arms of a leather-clad Athosian man.
"So beautiful," Selen murmured, allowing one hand to slip lower and cup Radek's stones, rolling them gently before stroking his thumb over the head of Radek's manhood, spreading the slick of Radek's pre-cum around. He removed the hand he had on Radek's chest and slid it down to his own manhood, positioning it between Radek's legs and then parting Radek's cheeks, running his finger over the plug within Radek's body and then pulling slightly before pressing it forward again.
A surge of liquefying pleasure moved through Radek's body as he felt Selen's hands on him, fondling his cock and balls, and fucking him just a little with the butt plug. He moaned aloud, letting his head fall back against Selen's shoulder. And there he was, in the mirror, cock twitching, mouth agape, head lolling against his lover. It should have been deeply uncomfortable, but part of him was too enthralled to care, and another part, disturbingly, found the whole thing unbearably hot. He spread his legs and locked his knees when he felt them begin to fail, and leaned back against Selen. He was wanton, and past caring.
"Yes, carus," Selen murmured, pressing a kiss to the spot he had marked earlier. He continued pulling the plug out slightly and then pushing it back in, watching Radek's image in the mirror as his lover gasped and moaned in pleasure. Finally, he could stand it no longer and worked the inhaerus brev from Radek's body. "I am going to take you now," he whispered. "Do you think your body could accept me with just spit to ease my passage or shall I go get the oil?"
It took some effort for Radek to collect his thoughts enough to consider Selen's question, and in the end it was nearly impossible. All he could think was that he didn't want Selen to leave his side, not even for a few seconds, though some deep seated survival instinct insisted on making him check and be sure that he wasn't about to do something stupid. In the end he was able to seize upon one relevant fact.
"Is... is not only spit, ano?" he said, looking up at his lover almost dreamily.
"No," Selen answered. "There is oil and my seed already in your body and around your opening." To demonstrate, he slipped his fingers down to Radek's opening, teasing there and spreading around the slick that had emerged with the plug.
Radek groaned loudly at Selen's touch, longing for his cock to fill the emptiness. "Please," he moaned. "Please, miláčku, take me now. I am ready."
Selen nodded, wordless at Radek's need before spitting into his hand and then spreading it on his manhood. He positioned himself against Radek's opening, steadying his lover with an arm around his waist, and then slowly pushed forward into Radek's body. He watched as his manhood disappeared into the other man, Radek opening easily to him. "Oh, carus," he groaned, already fighting the urge to release into his lover.
Radek all but sobbed in relief as he felt Selen enter him, fill him. Feeling his lover's arm around his waist, holding him close as he was penetrated, made it perfect. It was easy now to imagine himself only an extension of Selen's body, mindless and purposeless, save for the part that knew pleasure.
"Ano, ano... ano..." he moaned as he melted back against Selen's body, delighting in the sense of being enclosed and filled.
Selen began moving, thrusting into Radek's body slow and deep, reaching down to stroke his lover's manhood in rhythm to his thrusts. "I am so overjoyed that you are mine, carus."
"Yes!" Radek cried, thrusting back against his lover, unashamedly, even as he could see himself, body moving like some animal in heat, his cock hard and dark and weeping in Selen's hand. "Yours... all yours, only yours, miláčku... bože...!"
"I want to watch you release, carus," Selen said. "I want to feel your body clutching around mine, bringing me to empty myself within you." He sped up, knowing from Radek's gasps that he was sliding against his lover's sweet spot with each thrust. "Release for me, carus. Now."
It was beyond easy. Radek didn't need to ask himself if he could, nor even make the least effort of will. The will was Selen's, and his body responded to it as though it were Selen's. Radek felt every bit of the pleasure, though. It rolled through him, stealing the last of his strength. It forced an almost animal cry from his throat, mouth open wide, face contorted with ecstasy. He saw this, saw his release leap from his pulsing cock and fall on Selen's fingers, saw his body spasm with the force of his climax, saw his knees buckle and Selen's arm tighten around him... all as he felt Selen thrusting deep, deep into his shuddering body.
Selen held on tight, groaning at the pulsing of Radek's muscles around him as his lover spilled over his hand. He felt the heat shoot through him and buried himself deep, releasing into Radek's body.
The pleasure he felt in his own release was one thing; the pleasure Radek felt in the joy and satisfaction of his lover's completion within his body was yet another, and they combined in him now, rendering him utterly, utterly content, slumped against his lover's body, still comfortingly filled with his gradually softening cock. He wanted to remain here forever, like this, knowing the gently ebbing pleasure of his climax, protected in his lover's arms, their bodies still joined. It was the safest Radek had felt in years.
Selen pressed a kiss to Radek's shoulder and just held on, a deep joy and satisfaction. He would have Radek with him on the Mainland. Everything was perfect.
Only Selen's plug, holding a little bit of his lover inside him, and moving in his ass as he walked, had kept his heart from pounding its way out of his chest as a couple of the Athosians had guided him through the halls of Atlantis to the Athosian quarters, and he sagged with relief the moment the door to their 'safe area' closed behind them. His hands were trembling a little as he retrieved his glasses from beneath the leather vest he wore, and had himself oriented a few moments later, finding Selen's room easily enough.
Of course there was a mirror in the room, and as much as Radek almost dreaded seeing what would appear there, he was powerless to turn away. There is, he concluded, something fundamentally shocking about looking into a mirror and seeing a person you don't really recognize. The garments emphasized different parts of his body, and featured colors he rarely if ever wore. They worked to bring out the unfamiliar darkness of his hair, pulled back into a single braid and exposing his prominent (and, sadly, growing) forehead, rather than hiding it behind unruly bangs, as he usually did. Without his glasses, he would not have recognized himself at all.
Troubled, Radek turned away, crossing to the other side of the room. He was starting to feel afraid again, and hoped very much that Selen would be there soon.
***
Selen smiled in relief as he stepped into his room to find his lover there, waiting. The sight of Radek, dressed in leather and homespun, warmed Selen's heart even as the thought of the plug within Radek's body, holding him open, keeping Selen's seed within him, shot heat to Selen's groin. Selen set the few things he had brought from Radek's room aside. They met in the center of the room and Selen bent to give Radek a warm, affectionate kiss, holding his passion at bay for a moment. "Ah, carus, you are so handsome in Athosian clothes, wearing my armband," he murmured, running his hands down Radek's shoulders and arms to take his hands. He stepped back to allow his eyes to roam over his lover's body, openly admiring and hungry.
The Athosian garments Selen had given felt strange and soft against his skin, and Radek could not help repeatedly seeing, in his mind's eye, his changed visage. He felt as if he was losing himself, and only the plug, still lodged inside him, kept him grounded, anchored in himself and Selen. Selen's kiss knew him too, and calmed him, but when he spoke of how it pleased him to see Radek in his new outfit, he could only cast his eyes down, feeling self-conscious and a little frightened.
Selen watched, seeing Radek's discomfort. He pressed another kiss to his lover, hungrier this time, and then drew back. "Kneel for me, carus?"
Radek drew a relieved breath and nodded. This he could do. "Ano, miláčku," he breathed, dropping easily to the floor in front of his lover.
Selen reached out and caressed his lover's face, his thumb tracing Radek's lower lip. "So beautiful like this, my love," he murmured. He cupped the back of Radek's neck, hand under the braid. "Undo my trousers and then bring me to hardness with your mouth, carus."
Radek let his eyes drift half closed, leaning just a touch into Selen's caress. He let his hands find their way into Selen's trousers, find his already half hard flesh within and free it, bringing it to his lips. He gave a soft moan, kissing and then gently sucking the head, savoring the taste of his lover's sex, the feel of it in his mouth.
Selen moaned, letting Radek pleasure him at his leisure for a few moments, before tightening his grip on Radek's skull and then pushing forward gently. "Take me deeper," he instructed. "Relax your throat for me."
Radek moaned in contentment, letting his eyes fall closed entirely and feeling his whole body-- and not only his throat-- relax. Feeling Selen's cock fill his mouth and throat, just as his semen filled him elsewhere, Radek felt free to be nothing more than a vessel for his lover's pleasure. Such freedom, after days or worry and sorrow, was heady, almost euphoric, and Radek let himself drift in it as Selen fucked his mouth.
"Oh, love," Selen groaned, so aroused at watching Radek submit so fully to him. He grasped Radek's braid, tipping his head back, wanting to push his lover's submission deeper. "Relax," he instructed again, then pushed forward again, going deep into Radek's throat and pausing there, fully buried, knowing Radek couldn't get a breath around him.
A little frisson of fear passed through Radek as Selen pushed deeper, blocking his breath. For a moment his grip tightened on Selen's hips, then the fear broke over him and Radek felt himself falling even deeper into the place Selen was taking him.
When Selen felt Radek's surrender he remained a second longer, then pulled back, allowing his lover a breath before pushing back in deep and slow, making Radek give him his submission rather than taking it. "So good," he moaned. "I could remain here, taking my pleasure in your mouth and throat, forever." It was not true, of course. Soon, he would need to release. "But your body is being held open for me and I promised to reward you, my beautiful carus." He withdrew again, admiring how Radek's mouth was stretched around him. He couldn't help but push back in, so deep into Radek's willing mouth. He waited there, watching Radek wait, breathless. His lover didn't struggle, trusting. Selen wondered if Radek had any idea how much he treasured that trust. Almost regretfully, he pulled back, withdrawing from Radek's mouth, leaving it red, slick, and slightly swollen. "Stand up, my love, and let me undress you."
Radek made a soft sound of regret as Selen pulled away, but he had not missed Selen's reminder. The plug lodged within him made its presence known as he stood, heightening Radek's arousal, and he was hard and aching within the confines of his new leather trousers.
Selen couldn't resist pressing a kiss to Radek's mouth, slipping his tongue inside to taste his arousal inside his lover's mouth. He pulled back and slowly began undoing the laces on Radek's shirt, then slipping it over Radek's head, careful not to dislodge his glasses. He paused, running his fingers through the hair on Radek's chest, then leaned over to lick over one pink nipple.
Radek moaned hungrily into Selen's kiss, thrilling to think of Selen tasting his own essence in Radek's mouth. He closed his eyes to bask in the sensation of Selen's hands on him, lifting his shirt away, caressing him. He wanted Selen to touch him everywhere, to take him, own him, take him away from himself. He whimpered with need as Selen's tongue teased his nipple, knowing that he need not restrain the sounds he made. If Selen wished him to be quiet, he would say so.
Selen turned his attention to the other nipple while he reached down to undo Radek's trousers. He palmed Radek's manhood as it sprang out from the opening of his trousers, then pushed the trousers and undergarment down off Radek's hips. He leaned forward and kissed Radek again as he slowly caressed his lover's manhood. "I am going to mark you now, carus," he whispered.
"Yes," Radek murmured, eyes still closed, all but trembling with desire. "I am yours, miláčku," he said. "You must do as you please." Radek had never wanted anything like this before, but ježiší, he wanted it now. He could never have conceived of the sheer bliss of being owned, controlled like this, and he craved it as he had craved nothing else in his life.
Selen considered his lover's body and then leaned down, placing his mouth at the join of Radek's neck and shoulder. He began working it with his teeth, sucking the skin into his mouth, as his hand continued to work Radek's manhood.
Radek gasped a little as Selen's teeth began to make their mark on his flesh, fighting to stay still even as part of him wanted to squirm away from the pain. Part of him wanted to fuck Selen's hand, too, for the pleasure was nearly unbearable yet not enough. He trembled as the pain and pleasure both grew deeper, torn between distress and desire, and then remembered that his own impulses were irrelevant. It was his lover's desire that mattered now, and nothing else, and remembering that, Radek felt nothing but contentment.
Selen withdrew, admiring the mark, already purpling, on Radek's skin. He stroked it with his thumb, and then pressed against it. "If ever you are feeling anxious, carus, and I am not nearby, I want you to feel this mark, to see my armband on you, and know that you are loved."
As though commanded, Radek felt his hand lift to touch the place where Selen had left his mark. He could feel it, swollen and sensitive and warmer than the surrounding skin, and tried to remember if the Athosian clothes Selen had given him to wear would show it or hide it.
"I want... I want to see it," he said, looking up at his lover.
Selen nodded. "Let me remove your boots and your trousers and then we will look at it in the mirror." He bent down, taking off one boot and then the other and then reaching up to grasp the waistbands of Radek's trousers and undergarment where they lay midway down his thighs and slid them down, hands skimming his lover's legs as he did so. He grinned up at Radek and playfully leaned forward and licked a stripe down Radek's manhood and then let his tongue lap at the drop of fluid on the tip.
Radek gave a sharp gasp at the bolt of pleasure that coursed through him. He swayed a bit on his feet, reaching out instinctively for support and finding his fingers clutching at Selen's hair.
Selen smiled at Radek's reaction, pleasure and desire rushing through him. "I love the taste of you, carus," he said, and then took Radek's head into his mouth, sucking it lightly before pulling off. "But, you are not permitted to release until I am within you." His grin grew. "And I believe I will do that while you are watching yourself in the mirror."
Smiling at Selen's confession of fondness for his taste, Radek was caught off guard by the sensation of his lover's mouth on his sex, and he drew in a sudden breath, groaning loudly as he let it out. He knew he must not come until Selen said, understood it as a first principle of his new relationship, but the thought of watching himself come, watching himself being fucked, both shocked and aroused him.
"Whatever you wish," he said, little more than whispering as he nodded shakily.
"Good, carus. Very good," Selen crooned. "Close your eyes."
Radek complied with a sigh, leaning blindly in to his lover's touch.
Gently, Selen led Radek over to the large Ancient mirror mounted in the wall and turned him to face it, standing behind his lover. He took a moment just to admire the two of them, to wrap his arms around Radek and run his hands slowly down his lover's chest. "Now, carus, open your eyes."
Blinking his vision into focus, Radek's first impression of the large mirror before him was as though it was a doorway, with two figures standing in it-- one taller and dark, the other slight and pale. It was only when the light glinted off his glasses that Radek recognized himself, and he had to swallow hard. There was something new in Selen's look-- possessive, perhaps, or proprietary-- and there was unquestionably something possessive in the way he had his arms around Radek. Drawing a breath, Radek knew both the sense of security and safety that came with being held in Selen's arms, and the unsettling sense of exposure and vulnerability that came with his vision of himself, nude and aroused in the arms of a leather-clad Athosian man.
"So beautiful," Selen murmured, allowing one hand to slip lower and cup Radek's stones, rolling them gently before stroking his thumb over the head of Radek's manhood, spreading the slick of Radek's pre-cum around. He removed the hand he had on Radek's chest and slid it down to his own manhood, positioning it between Radek's legs and then parting Radek's cheeks, running his finger over the plug within Radek's body and then pulling slightly before pressing it forward again.
A surge of liquefying pleasure moved through Radek's body as he felt Selen's hands on him, fondling his cock and balls, and fucking him just a little with the butt plug. He moaned aloud, letting his head fall back against Selen's shoulder. And there he was, in the mirror, cock twitching, mouth agape, head lolling against his lover. It should have been deeply uncomfortable, but part of him was too enthralled to care, and another part, disturbingly, found the whole thing unbearably hot. He spread his legs and locked his knees when he felt them begin to fail, and leaned back against Selen. He was wanton, and past caring.
"Yes, carus," Selen murmured, pressing a kiss to the spot he had marked earlier. He continued pulling the plug out slightly and then pushing it back in, watching Radek's image in the mirror as his lover gasped and moaned in pleasure. Finally, he could stand it no longer and worked the inhaerus brev from Radek's body. "I am going to take you now," he whispered. "Do you think your body could accept me with just spit to ease my passage or shall I go get the oil?"
It took some effort for Radek to collect his thoughts enough to consider Selen's question, and in the end it was nearly impossible. All he could think was that he didn't want Selen to leave his side, not even for a few seconds, though some deep seated survival instinct insisted on making him check and be sure that he wasn't about to do something stupid. In the end he was able to seize upon one relevant fact.
"Is... is not only spit, ano?" he said, looking up at his lover almost dreamily.
"No," Selen answered. "There is oil and my seed already in your body and around your opening." To demonstrate, he slipped his fingers down to Radek's opening, teasing there and spreading around the slick that had emerged with the plug.
Radek groaned loudly at Selen's touch, longing for his cock to fill the emptiness. "Please," he moaned. "Please, miláčku, take me now. I am ready."
Selen nodded, wordless at Radek's need before spitting into his hand and then spreading it on his manhood. He positioned himself against Radek's opening, steadying his lover with an arm around his waist, and then slowly pushed forward into Radek's body. He watched as his manhood disappeared into the other man, Radek opening easily to him. "Oh, carus," he groaned, already fighting the urge to release into his lover.
Radek all but sobbed in relief as he felt Selen enter him, fill him. Feeling his lover's arm around his waist, holding him close as he was penetrated, made it perfect. It was easy now to imagine himself only an extension of Selen's body, mindless and purposeless, save for the part that knew pleasure.
"Ano, ano... ano..." he moaned as he melted back against Selen's body, delighting in the sense of being enclosed and filled.
Selen began moving, thrusting into Radek's body slow and deep, reaching down to stroke his lover's manhood in rhythm to his thrusts. "I am so overjoyed that you are mine, carus."
"Yes!" Radek cried, thrusting back against his lover, unashamedly, even as he could see himself, body moving like some animal in heat, his cock hard and dark and weeping in Selen's hand. "Yours... all yours, only yours, miláčku... bože...!"
"I want to watch you release, carus," Selen said. "I want to feel your body clutching around mine, bringing me to empty myself within you." He sped up, knowing from Radek's gasps that he was sliding against his lover's sweet spot with each thrust. "Release for me, carus. Now."
It was beyond easy. Radek didn't need to ask himself if he could, nor even make the least effort of will. The will was Selen's, and his body responded to it as though it were Selen's. Radek felt every bit of the pleasure, though. It rolled through him, stealing the last of his strength. It forced an almost animal cry from his throat, mouth open wide, face contorted with ecstasy. He saw this, saw his release leap from his pulsing cock and fall on Selen's fingers, saw his body spasm with the force of his climax, saw his knees buckle and Selen's arm tighten around him... all as he felt Selen thrusting deep, deep into his shuddering body.
Selen held on tight, groaning at the pulsing of Radek's muscles around him as his lover spilled over his hand. He felt the heat shoot through him and buried himself deep, releasing into Radek's body.
The pleasure he felt in his own release was one thing; the pleasure Radek felt in the joy and satisfaction of his lover's completion within his body was yet another, and they combined in him now, rendering him utterly, utterly content, slumped against his lover's body, still comfortingly filled with his gradually softening cock. He wanted to remain here forever, like this, knowing the gently ebbing pleasure of his climax, protected in his lover's arms, their bodies still joined. It was the safest Radek had felt in years.
Selen pressed a kiss to Radek's shoulder and just held on, a deep joy and satisfaction. He would have Radek with him on the Mainland. Everything was perfect.