Almost Doesn't Count 2C/?
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January 17 2014, 19:36:58 UTC
Part 2C
He pulled back as he felt the shifting of muscles that heralded Nihlus’ beginning erection and stuck that finger in his mouth to lick clean. Saren nearly told the youth that he loved his flavor but his mouth snapped closed at the last moment. It was too close to the confession he still hadn’t managed to talk himself into making. He settled for lowering his head and giving the back of Nihlus’ neck a playful nip which he then soothed with the tip of his tongue. Saren held back an affectionate hum. He had tried to be more vocal for Nihlus knowing how much the younger man enjoyed that but after years of muffling the more telling harmonics he found it difficult to learn how to express himself that way again.
“I thought,” Nihlus moaned as Saren shoved against his rear a little harder. “I thought you couldn’t be gentle.”
His mandibles fluttered in excitement. “Do you want me to be gentle?” He asked.
“No, no I don’t. I want you to fuck me Saren, just fuck me.”
Lust flared hot as an inferno and spread through his nerves, searing his senses. He was always so careful with Nihlus, always mindful of the other man’s pleasure and comfort rather than his own. Partly because he enjoyed it and partly because he knew Nihlus had expected to be treated as roughly as Saren treated his other lovers. He couldn’t be as brusque with him as he was with Cicero or someone else, they meant nothing to him. Nihlus meant more to Saren than anyone ever had, more than Ieryan and recently, more than Desolas had. Sometimes he was ashamed of that, his brother meant everything to him before he died but Saren understood the love he held and nurtured for Nihlus was an entirely different incarnation.
But if he wanted to know what being truly fucked felt like…
“Lift your hips for me.”
A!A: Two more parts of smut and then the beginning of an actual plot!....I’m only about two and half sections away from this one.
He pulled back as he felt the shifting of muscles that heralded Nihlus’ beginning erection and stuck that finger in his mouth to lick clean. Saren nearly told the youth that he loved his flavor but his mouth snapped closed at the last moment. It was too close to the confession he still hadn’t managed to talk himself into making. He settled for lowering his head and giving the back of Nihlus’ neck a playful nip which he then soothed with the tip of his tongue. Saren held back an affectionate hum. He had tried to be more vocal for Nihlus knowing how much the younger man enjoyed that but after years of muffling the more telling harmonics he found it difficult to learn how to express himself that way again.
“I thought,” Nihlus moaned as Saren shoved against his rear a little harder. “I thought you couldn’t be gentle.”
His mandibles fluttered in excitement. “Do you want me to be gentle?” He asked.
“No, no I don’t. I want you to fuck me Saren, just fuck me.”
Lust flared hot as an inferno and spread through his nerves, searing his senses. He was always so careful with Nihlus, always mindful of the other man’s pleasure and comfort rather than his own. Partly because he enjoyed it and partly because he knew Nihlus had expected to be treated as roughly as Saren treated his other lovers. He couldn’t be as brusque with him as he was with Cicero or someone else, they meant nothing to him. Nihlus meant more to Saren than anyone ever had, more than Ieryan and recently, more than Desolas had. Sometimes he was ashamed of that, his brother meant everything to him before he died but Saren understood the love he held and nurtured for Nihlus was an entirely different incarnation.
But if he wanted to know what being truly fucked felt like…
“Lift your hips for me.”
A!A: Two more parts of smut and then the beginning of an actual plot!....I’m only about two and half sections away from this one.
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