"Both Past and Present Tense" Saren/Nihlus 2/?
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December 8 2014, 05:05:20 UTC
Saren attempted to scoot closer to the wall - not that there was much room to maneuver. Nihlus followed, both arms wrapping tightly around his back.
“Mmmph.” Nihlus groaned. “C'mere.” His sub-vocals dripped with lust, and Saren's dick twitched in response.
Great. He had a raging erection and Nihlus fucking Kryik was evidently having a dream about one of his many asari friends. Friends Saren was decidedly not jealous of, it was not his fault his former apprentice and current partner had such disappointing taste in bed-mates...
He sighed. He should have just slept on the floor. It wasn't kind to his joints, but Nihlus was slowly driving him insane.
“Mmm, mi carissime ...” Nihlus moaned, and grabbed Saren's hips, pushing them closer together. Saren swallowed as phantom vibrations caressed his fringe.
The spirits were out to get him. Nihlus was evidently having quite the exciting dream, judging by the erection now poking between his thighs. What did the asari Nihlus was fucking in his brain look like? Was she one of his past lovers, or just some fantasy fuck? It was a sour thought either way, and helped his mood not one iota.
And on top of his damn asari wet dreams, Nihlus fucking Kryik was bastardizing their shared language. Asari, for some ridiculous reason, preferred to be referred to as females - and no female turian would take carissime. He made a note to school Nihlus in proper Palaveni grammar as soon as possible, if only to prevent...diplomatic incidents.
“Mmmm, you smell so nice, carissime.” Nihlus nuzzled his face into Saren's neck, as sensation pounded through his fringe.
Saren sighed, ignoring the bad grammar, and willed his plates to close.
His cock twitched instead. A hungry voice from a decidedly different part of his brain pointed out that there was a young, limber body next to him. A body that was blatantly seeking release as much as he was.
Fuck.
Giving up against the struggle, he moved his free hand - Nihlus' zealous arms had trapped one of them - into his sleep pants, rubbing his palm against his straining erection.
“Mmmm.” Nihlus helpfully moaned, and his hips rocked slowly against Saren's own.
Saren closed his eyes and bit back a groan at the phantom sensations dancing over his fringe. How long had it been, since he'd had someone to do that to him?
(Years. So many years.)
He was a spectre. That career path meant certain sacrifices, but.... it also meant he knew single-man combat tactics like he knew the back of his own hand.
(And those sacrifices had meant he knew the back of his hand very well.)
Nihlus rocked his hips against Saren's own again, and an idea came to a more-familiarly traversed section of his brain.
Rhythm. If he just matched Nihlus' rhythm, he could stroke himself to orgasm without Nihlus ever waking, and that would avoid any awkward conversations. He could fuck his palm, and then he could get some sleep, and any ...stickiness... in the morning could be dealt with while Nihlus was showering.
He was passive for a few minutes, timing Nihlus' rhythmic thrusts against him.
“Mmmph.” Nihlus groaned. “C'mere.” His sub-vocals dripped with lust, and Saren's dick twitched in response.
Great. He had a raging erection and Nihlus fucking Kryik was evidently having a dream about one of his many asari friends. Friends Saren was decidedly not jealous of, it was not his fault his former apprentice and current partner had such disappointing taste in bed-mates...
He sighed. He should have just slept on the floor. It wasn't kind to his joints, but Nihlus was slowly driving him insane.
“Mmm, mi carissime ...” Nihlus moaned, and grabbed Saren's hips, pushing them closer together. Saren swallowed as phantom vibrations caressed his fringe.
The spirits were out to get him. Nihlus was evidently having quite the exciting dream, judging by the erection now poking between his thighs. What did the asari Nihlus was fucking in his brain look like? Was she one of his past lovers, or just some fantasy fuck? It was a sour thought either way, and helped his mood not one iota.
And on top of his damn asari wet dreams, Nihlus fucking Kryik was bastardizing their shared language. Asari, for some ridiculous reason, preferred to be referred to as females - and no female turian would take carissime. He made a note to school Nihlus in proper Palaveni grammar as soon as possible, if only to prevent...diplomatic incidents.
“Mmmm, you smell so nice, carissime.” Nihlus nuzzled his face into Saren's neck, as sensation pounded through his fringe.
Saren sighed, ignoring the bad grammar, and willed his plates to close.
His cock twitched instead. A hungry voice from a decidedly different part of his brain pointed out that there was a young, limber body next to him. A body that was blatantly seeking release as much as he was.
Fuck.
Giving up against the struggle, he moved his free hand - Nihlus' zealous arms had trapped one of them - into his sleep pants, rubbing his palm against his straining erection.
“Mmmm.” Nihlus helpfully moaned, and his hips rocked slowly against Saren's own.
Saren closed his eyes and bit back a groan at the phantom sensations dancing over his fringe. How long had it been, since he'd had someone to do that to him?
(Years. So many years.)
He was a spectre. That career path meant certain sacrifices, but.... it also meant he knew single-man combat tactics like he knew the back of his own hand.
(And those sacrifices had meant he knew the back of his hand very well.)
Nihlus rocked his hips against Saren's own again, and an idea came to a more-familiarly traversed section of his brain.
Rhythm. If he just matched Nihlus' rhythm, he could stroke himself to orgasm without Nihlus ever waking, and that would avoid any awkward conversations. He could fuck his palm, and then he could get some sleep, and any ...stickiness... in the morning could be dealt with while Nihlus was showering.
He was passive for a few minutes, timing Nihlus' rhythmic thrusts against him.
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