Re: Saren/Nihlus - Come Down From the Mountain - 6/?
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July 17 2013, 11:19:47 UTC
"Any more questions?"
"None," Saren said, his subvocals thick with arousal. He hooked his arms under Nihlus's legs and lifted, carrying the younger turian over to his bed -- his bed -- in a rush that made Nihlus's head spin. They crashed into the mattress, Saren on top of him, faces pressed so closely together that Nihlus could feel the faint whisper of Saren's breath against his plates and feel the low rumble in Saren's subvocals vibrating in his chest.
"Someone's eager," Nihlus teased. "Mind if I ask a question, though?"
"Now, Nihlus?" Saren grumbled, and leaned in to nip at the thinner skin just below his mandibles. "We're kind of busy."
"It's practical, not sappy," Nihlus said, giggling a little when Saren's tongue darted out to taste his skin. "Have you ever ... uh ... done this before with a male? We're going to need lube, at the very least."
"No...."
"Okay, okay, get off me for a minute," Nihlus insisted, pushing gently at Saren. "You don't want your first time to be anything but amazing, trust me."
Saren gave an irritated growl, but pulled back and sat at the end of the bed with his arms crossed. Nihlus opened his pack and retrieved a small bottle of lubricant; he hadn't bought it with this use in mind, but it would do. Saren's mandibles twitched as Nihlus rejoined him; he regarded the bottle with the same curious stare he'd giving the horosk earlier.
"Um ... don't want anything to chafe," Nihlus explained.
"Noted."
"Right, so let's get you out of those clothes."
Saren had just started undoing his shirt when Nihlus leaned in to nip at the side of his neck, and he gave a pleased shiver at the contact, which turned into a full-on shudder when Nihlus reached up to stroke the plates on the back of his neck.
"Nihlus...."
"What?"
"I'm trying to undress."
"Yes, and I'm --" he nipped at one of Saren's mandibles "-- going to make you enjoy every moment of it." Nihlus swatted Saren's hands away from his belt, intent of removing the rest of Saren's clothing himself. "Let me help you."
"Nih --" Saren began, but it ended in a strangled moan when Nihlus's hands brushed over his ribs. Oh, that was a lucky find; he ghosted his talons over that spot again, and Saren practically melted in his grasp. Nihlus lowered the older turian onto the bed, then set to work undoing his pants.
"So ... what would you prefer?"
"Hmm?" Saren propped himself up on his elbows. "What do you mean?"
Nihlus flicked a mandible and ducked his head to nuzzle Saren's exposed midriff. "Would you rather fuck me ... or be fucked?"
"Um...."
"No preference?"
"Actually...." There was hesitation in Saren's subvocals.
Nihlus looked Saren straight in the eyes. "You want to be fucked?"
Saren nodded.
That was ... Nihlus had to fight the urge to just throw Saren down right there and fuck him senseless. He'd been fantasizing about doing that for months, and now Saren wanted exactly that ... spirits.
"Okay, lie down," Nihlus instructed, standing up to strip out of his own clothes. First the jacket, which he tossed over the chair by the window, then his pants, then underwear. Nihlus turned back to look at Saren, and this time his mandibles did drop open.
Saren had tossed his own underwear aside, and sprawled back across the bed completely naked; his plates were a smooth, muted silver that blended icily with the blue of his eyes. Nihlus couldn't help following the arc of the muscles in Saren's neck, down his shoulders and abdomen to the silver plates that shielded his groin.
This was a lot better than guessing what was hidden behind that fucking towel.
Nihlus swallowed when he realized that Saren's groin plates were already slipping apart; a thin line of clear fluid welled up through the crack. Saren looked so ... bare. Which was absurd, because he was bare-faced. Nihlus eventually settled on vulnerable when Saren's eyes locked with his, then turned hesitantly away.
"None," Saren said, his subvocals thick with arousal. He hooked his arms under Nihlus's legs and lifted, carrying the younger turian over to his bed -- his bed -- in a rush that made Nihlus's head spin. They crashed into the mattress, Saren on top of him, faces pressed so closely together that Nihlus could feel the faint whisper of Saren's breath against his plates and feel the low rumble in Saren's subvocals vibrating in his chest.
"Someone's eager," Nihlus teased. "Mind if I ask a question, though?"
"Now, Nihlus?" Saren grumbled, and leaned in to nip at the thinner skin just below his mandibles. "We're kind of busy."
"It's practical, not sappy," Nihlus said, giggling a little when Saren's tongue darted out to taste his skin. "Have you ever ... uh ... done this before with a male? We're going to need lube, at the very least."
"No...."
"Okay, okay, get off me for a minute," Nihlus insisted, pushing gently at Saren. "You don't want your first time to be anything but amazing, trust me."
Saren gave an irritated growl, but pulled back and sat at the end of the bed with his arms crossed. Nihlus opened his pack and retrieved a small bottle of lubricant; he hadn't bought it with this use in mind, but it would do. Saren's mandibles twitched as Nihlus rejoined him; he regarded the bottle with the same curious stare he'd giving the horosk earlier.
"Um ... don't want anything to chafe," Nihlus explained.
"Noted."
"Right, so let's get you out of those clothes."
Saren had just started undoing his shirt when Nihlus leaned in to nip at the side of his neck, and he gave a pleased shiver at the contact, which turned into a full-on shudder when Nihlus reached up to stroke the plates on the back of his neck.
"Nihlus...."
"What?"
"I'm trying to undress."
"Yes, and I'm --" he nipped at one of Saren's mandibles "-- going to make you enjoy every moment of it." Nihlus swatted Saren's hands away from his belt, intent of removing the rest of Saren's clothing himself. "Let me help you."
"Nih --" Saren began, but it ended in a strangled moan when Nihlus's hands brushed over his ribs. Oh, that was a lucky find; he ghosted his talons over that spot again, and Saren practically melted in his grasp. Nihlus lowered the older turian onto the bed, then set to work undoing his pants.
"So ... what would you prefer?"
"Hmm?" Saren propped himself up on his elbows. "What do you mean?"
Nihlus flicked a mandible and ducked his head to nuzzle Saren's exposed midriff. "Would you rather fuck me ... or be fucked?"
"Um...."
"No preference?"
"Actually...." There was hesitation in Saren's subvocals.
Nihlus looked Saren straight in the eyes. "You want to be fucked?"
Saren nodded.
That was ... Nihlus had to fight the urge to just throw Saren down right there and fuck him senseless. He'd been fantasizing about doing that for months, and now Saren wanted exactly that ... spirits.
"Okay, lie down," Nihlus instructed, standing up to strip out of his own clothes. First the jacket, which he tossed over the chair by the window, then his pants, then underwear. Nihlus turned back to look at Saren, and this time his mandibles did drop open.
Saren had tossed his own underwear aside, and sprawled back across the bed completely naked; his plates were a smooth, muted silver that blended icily with the blue of his eyes. Nihlus couldn't help following the arc of the muscles in Saren's neck, down his shoulders and abdomen to the silver plates that shielded his groin.
This was a lot better than guessing what was hidden behind that fucking towel.
Nihlus swallowed when he realized that Saren's groin plates were already slipping apart; a thin line of clear fluid welled up through the crack. Saren looked so ... bare. Which was absurd, because he was bare-faced. Nihlus eventually settled on vulnerable when Saren's eyes locked with his, then turned hesitantly away.
Well, that wouldn't do.
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