"I know who I am." A hand gripped in his shirt. "But I know how I feel." Aladdin looked up at him again, heart thumping as he felt a lone tear roll down his cheek. His entire world shaking as his heart and mind battled. "Let me have you now..." A finger traced his bottom lip as he closed his eyes trying to supress the tears. "And I will never return." And he sobbed as he was pulled close again. His body shivering in a mix of want and sadness, sobs racking through his body as his body tried to remember the feel of him.
A moment passed like this, with their bodies pressed close nothing but the feel of eachother, the smell of eachother when Aladdin his soft sobs died down and he looked up at Cassim again. "Yes."
Cassim his eyes did not leave his face as he moved his hands, testing the waters as he disrobed the sultan to be. Pushing back the nightcoat from Aladdin his shoulders exposing naked flesh to the night air. Hands touching down the fameliar skin as Aladdin leaned back against the railing. Excepting the blatent invitation Cassim moved in to kiss down the former thief his chest, teasing little pink nubs into response as he lapped and nipped at them, gentle actions that made Aladdin gaze up into the night sky, reminding him of other nights like these.
And he moved down, kissing and licking at the developing stomach muscles, dipping his tongue into a bellybutton as hands worked on drawing down the last remaining article of clothing on the sultan to be his skin. Exposing the youth his shame to the cool night air. Aladdin gasped as he looked down. Chest rising and falling as his mind raced. Cassim did not leave room for doubt as he gripped at the most intimate part of his son. Feeling the length in his calloused fingers before beginning to slowely play with the feel of him. And all doubt was washed away in a wave of heat, forcing him to lean back and sit on the railling, gaining the king of thieves all the room that he might like.
And Cassim took it, spreading his legs some more as he cupped the younger his balls and playing with them in the palm of his hand while his fingers pumped him slowely. Looking up to meet Aladdin his expression. And as their eyes met another twinge of heat raced through Aladdin his body.
When he finally took him into his mouth Aladdin gasped as he threw his head back. Bearded skin scraping against his most intimate parts while a talented tongue moved against him, drawing him to gasp for air.
And when Cassim drew back Aladdin moaned at the loss, and he swore he heard him chuckle then. "So responsive." The whisteling of a cloak made him look down. There, laid out over the cold stone of the balcony lay Cassim his cloak, inviting him to come down and join him, which he did, though a shudder of a doubt raced through him. Kneeling down in fron of him they kissed, a passionate clash of tongue and teeth where the taste of himself on the others tongue drew another wave of passion to run through him. An exceptional feeling his body hardly remembered it had been so long.
And when Cassim looked at the cloak the silent command was understood. He laid down legs raised and spread shamelessly for the man of his secret desire. He looked up at the night sky once more, trying not to worry about the intrustion soon to come, but to concentrate on the pleasure that would replace it. And as he murmered in his mind Cassim had made quick work. And when fingers touched at his backside he could feel a cool liquid coating them and as he looked down he could see Cassim had removed his shirt. The fingers their intrusion felt awkward as always making him hiss softly and Cassim reacted immediatly. Lips kissing down his thigh, making him open his legs more. Shushing the fear from his mind with the only comfert he could offer. The physical kind.
And his ministrations were quick and soon had the younger moaning and writhing underneath him as he kissed and licked and his fingers scissored the tight entrance, drawing a groan from his chapped lips. "You're still so tight." Was whispered so low Aladdin could barely hear it. Another finger pressed in and Aladdin tried to buck back into him. A choked word Cassim could not quite make out. "What?" The older man asked as he removed his mouth from the weeping member in front of him. And his son groaned at the feelings.
He had heard him that time. Sitting up as he removed his fingers. Drawing another gasp from the younger his lips. But as he laid there expecting, nothing came. He sat up almost thinking the man gone only to see him, sitting against the railing, pants at his ankles as he sat there, exposed and ready much like he was. Well toned chest covered in a light sweat, hair running a line down his bellybutton, like a trail that led a way to forbidden pleasures. And Aladdin felt like he was burning. "What...?" Cassim looked at him with a smile. "Isn't it obvious?" And his mouth opened as he looked down. And Cassim read doubt like only he could, grabbing his wrist before he was able to talk any sense into himself. "Come, let me help you."
And he pulled him into his lap. Members touching biefly before he pulled him up on his knees and positioned him above him, kissing a nipple as his hands held onto his wrists. Not releasing them untill Aladdin moaned. And their eyes met again. And Aladdin looked worried but just one look of the man beneath him, the man he knew could bring him to the brinck of pleasure, and he let his hands wander down, grasping at the member of this man he knew to be his father and positioned it at his entrance, before lowering himself down upon it.
The penetration ripped through him at first making him hesitate a second but as he looked at the pleasure filled expression of the man beneath him he swallowed and took him in further. Once Cassim filled him completely a shock of pain and pleasure ran up his spine like a lightning bolt. And all room for doubt had gone as he felt the older man grab at his hips. "Move...please." And he lavished in the uncharacteristic begs before moving again. Moving up on the large member filling him before moving down again, gasping as that same spot in him was brushed. And again, and again, much faster this time, and again and again. Riding the man beneath him, head snapping back as he felt the hands press his hips down roughly, impaling him on the large member filling him deeper with each thrust, brushing that delicious spot each time.
And each slam of him on hips, the feel of being filled again and again, moving his hips helplessly in need of that explosion that would soon follow their passion play, gasps and moans mingeling together in the quiet dessert night. And Cassim nipped at his chest, the little pink nubs aching as teeth grazed them, forcing another moan from his throat as he was slammed down again only to move back up again the next seccond.
And Cassim moaned as his nails dug into his sons hips, glancing over his shoulder into the bedroom he had found him in. And a thought crossed him as Aladdin cried his orgasm.
"Nothing you can do will do this."
And he laid down the spent youth on his cloak, throwing one of his legs over his shoulder as he slammed into him again, gaining another involentary moan from the youth beneath him. And he fingered the former thief his member back into awakening as he slammed into him ruthlessly, gaining moans and gasps as the youth arched and tried to buck back into him, hands clawings at his chest as they tried to grip at anything, eyes rolling back into his head as a second orgasm racked through his body, slamming over in his fathers body as he spilt himself inside him.
"Nothing!"
...
When Aladdin awoke he found himself laying beside his young wife, shirt and pants back on as he laid on the covers. His body reminding him of their ministrations from the night before and as he turned he felt a cloth in his hands, looking down he was greeted by the dark blue cloth of his cape. And he sobbed in a sadness he did not feel comming, bringing the cloth up to his face, where he dug his face into the smell of him. Their last note in parting. Their disfunctional relationship, their curse.
And out in the desser rode the old thief king, not looking back at the dammed palace since he left it, for he would have surely taken him away, forced him if he had to, demanding the passion they both felt. But he dammed his mind for showing him that she could offer him a life that he could not, a security he owed him, a promise he had made him. But he would cherish their last night till the day that he died, and would remember his son in his desires and his heart, knowing that all he would love after this would be but a shadow of a dream that he had once shared with him.
A hand gripped in his shirt.
"But I know how I feel."
Aladdin looked up at him again, heart thumping as he felt a lone tear roll down his cheek. His entire world shaking as his heart and mind battled.
"Let me have you now..."
A finger traced his bottom lip as he closed his eyes trying to supress the tears.
"And I will never return."
And he sobbed as he was pulled close again. His body shivering in a mix of want and sadness, sobs racking through his body as his body tried to remember the feel of him.
A moment passed like this, with their bodies pressed close nothing but the feel of eachother, the smell of eachother when Aladdin his soft sobs died down and he looked up at Cassim again.
"Yes."
Cassim his eyes did not leave his face as he moved his hands, testing the waters as he disrobed the sultan to be. Pushing back the nightcoat from Aladdin his shoulders exposing naked flesh to the night air. Hands touching down the fameliar skin as Aladdin leaned back against the railing.
Excepting the blatent invitation Cassim moved in to kiss down the former thief his chest, teasing little pink nubs into response as he lapped and nipped at them, gentle actions that made Aladdin gaze up into the night sky, reminding him of other nights like these.
And he moved down, kissing and licking at the developing stomach muscles, dipping his tongue into a bellybutton as hands worked on drawing down the last remaining article of clothing on the sultan to be his skin. Exposing the youth his shame to the cool night air.
Aladdin gasped as he looked down. Chest rising and falling as his mind raced.
Cassim did not leave room for doubt as he gripped at the most intimate part of his son. Feeling the length in his calloused fingers before beginning to slowely play with the feel of him.
And all doubt was washed away in a wave of heat, forcing him to lean back and sit on the railling, gaining the king of thieves all the room that he might like.
And Cassim took it, spreading his legs some more as he cupped the younger his balls and playing with them in the palm of his hand while his fingers pumped him slowely. Looking up to meet Aladdin his expression.
And as their eyes met another twinge of heat raced through Aladdin his body.
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And when Cassim drew back Aladdin moaned at the loss, and he swore he heard him chuckle then.
"So responsive."
The whisteling of a cloak made him look down. There, laid out over the cold stone of the balcony lay Cassim his cloak, inviting him to come down and join him, which he did, though a shudder of a doubt raced through him.
Kneeling down in fron of him they kissed, a passionate clash of tongue and teeth where the taste of himself on the others tongue drew another wave of passion to run through him. An exceptional feeling his body hardly remembered it had been so long.
And when Cassim looked at the cloak the silent command was understood. He laid down legs raised and spread shamelessly for the man of his secret desire. He looked up at the night sky once more, trying not to worry about the intrustion soon to come, but to concentrate on the pleasure that would replace it.
And as he murmered in his mind Cassim had made quick work. And when fingers touched at his backside he could feel a cool liquid coating them and as he looked down he could see Cassim had removed his shirt.
The fingers their intrusion felt awkward as always making him hiss softly and Cassim reacted immediatly. Lips kissing down his thigh, making him open his legs more. Shushing the fear from his mind with the only comfert he could offer. The physical kind.
And his ministrations were quick and soon had the younger moaning and writhing underneath him as he kissed and licked and his fingers scissored the tight entrance, drawing a groan from his chapped lips.
"You're still so tight."
Was whispered so low Aladdin could barely hear it.
Another finger pressed in and Aladdin tried to buck back into him. A choked word Cassim could not quite make out.
"What?"
The older man asked as he removed his mouth from the weeping member in front of him. And his son groaned at the feelings.
"Have me!"
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Well toned chest covered in a light sweat, hair running a line down his bellybutton, like a trail that led a way to forbidden pleasures. And Aladdin felt like he was burning.
"What...?"
Cassim looked at him with a smile. "Isn't it obvious?"
And his mouth opened as he looked down. And Cassim read doubt like only he could, grabbing his wrist before he was able to talk any sense into himself.
"Come, let me help you."
And he pulled him into his lap. Members touching biefly before he pulled him up on his knees and positioned him above him, kissing a nipple as his hands held onto his wrists. Not releasing them untill Aladdin moaned. And their eyes met again. And Aladdin looked worried but just one look of the man beneath him, the man he knew could bring him to the brinck of pleasure, and he let his hands wander down, grasping at the member of this man he knew to be his father and positioned it at his entrance, before lowering himself down upon it.
The penetration ripped through him at first making him hesitate a second but as he looked at the pleasure filled expression of the man beneath him he swallowed and took him in further.
Once Cassim filled him completely a shock of pain and pleasure ran up his spine like a lightning bolt.
And all room for doubt had gone as he felt the older man grab at his hips.
"Move...please."
And he lavished in the uncharacteristic begs before moving again. Moving up on the large member filling him before moving down again, gasping as that same spot in him was brushed. And again, and again, much faster this time, and again and again. Riding the man beneath him, head snapping back as he felt the hands press his hips down roughly, impaling him on the large member filling him deeper with each thrust, brushing that delicious spot each time.
And each slam of him on hips, the feel of being filled again and again, moving his hips helplessly in need of that explosion that would soon follow their passion play, gasps and moans mingeling together in the quiet dessert night.
And Cassim nipped at his chest, the little pink nubs aching as teeth grazed them, forcing another moan from his throat as he was slammed down again only to move back up again the next seccond.
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"Nothing you can do will do this."
And he laid down the spent youth on his cloak, throwing one of his legs over his shoulder as he slammed into him again, gaining another involentary moan from the youth beneath him.
And he fingered the former thief his member back into awakening as he slammed into him ruthlessly, gaining moans and gasps as the youth arched and tried to buck back into him, hands clawings at his chest as they tried to grip at anything, eyes rolling back into his head as a second orgasm racked through his body, slamming over in his fathers body as he spilt himself inside him.
"Nothing!"
...
When Aladdin awoke he found himself laying beside his young wife, shirt and pants back on as he laid on the covers. His body reminding him of their ministrations from the night before and as he turned he felt a cloth in his hands, looking down he was greeted by the dark blue cloth of his cape.
And he sobbed in a sadness he did not feel comming, bringing the cloth up to his face, where he dug his face into the smell of him. Their last note in parting. Their disfunctional relationship, their curse.
And out in the desser rode the old thief king, not looking back at the dammed palace since he left it, for he would have surely taken him away, forced him if he had to, demanding the passion they both felt.
But he dammed his mind for showing him that she could offer him a life that he could not, a security he owed him, a promise he had made him.
But he would cherish their last night till the day that he died, and would remember his son in his desires and his heart, knowing that all he would love after this would be but a shadow of a dream that he had once shared with him.
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