"Both Past and Present Tense" Saren/Nihlus 4/?
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December 8 2014, 05:12:56 UTC
“Mmm.” Nihlus' tongue flickered out, licking one of his horns as the phantom sensation hit his fringe. “Do you know how long I've wanted this? Wanted you?”
“Niihh...” He ground out, as Nihlus did a very thorough tongue cleaning of his fringe, his sub-vocals amplifying lustfully in a hum that made his cock pulse in Nihlus' eager hands.
“Wow, you're sensitive.” Nihlus groaned, his hips swaying to their motion. "Been a while?"
“Hnngh.” He gasped. “Vib-vibrations.”
“Oh.” Nihlus moaned, and squeezed down tight on his cock.
Saren shuddered. He was getting close - too close, and Nihlus' rock-hard cock sliding underneath him was decidedly not helping him in keeping from popping off like a cadet.
“Off.” He murmured, shaking off the brown turian.
“Wha?”
Saren rolled over, pulling his surprised apprentice - no, partner - close to him. “Your turn.”
“But you didn't - “ Nihlus gasped as Saren pushed down the younger turians sleep pants, freeing a rather painful looking erection.
“Hrgh.” Nihlus choked, as three white-as-bone fingers wrapped around his brown cock. “You don't have...”
“Mhph.” He nuzzled his former apprentice's cheek, and smirked as Nihlus' impatient hips rocked up in a steady pace as he stroked a slow, leisurely path up and down with his fingers.
He'd always known Nihlus was attractive - there was a reason a bevy of asari would have fallen at his knees, and quite a few turians with them if his markings didn't turn them off -
(There had been a time in his life when markings mattered. Back when he wanted his brother's and was merely waiting to could take them for his own.)
- but the sight of Nihlus half underneath him, panting in his thrall... That was almost unbearably hot.
“Sare...Saren...” Nihlus panted, then muffled what Saren was quite sure was almost a shout when Saren squeezed down tight on his head, his thumb applying just the right bit of pressure in a place no male turian minded being touched.
“Fucckkk, I....”
Saren raised a brow-plate but made no other reply, simply stroking his apprentice. Nihlus fingers traced his face-plates, his eyes shining with - with.... affection, he supposed. His cock pulsed, angry with neglect, but he ignored that in favor of watching Nihlus squirm underneath him.
“Saren, I...” Nihlus shook off his hand, much to his surprise, and dove on top of him, tugging at his sleep pants like a man possessed. “I want to see you.”
“Nihlus...” He squirmed, uncomfortable with the look Nihlus was giving him. Unlike Nihlus, he'd never been the turian standard of beauty - thick waisted, narrow hipped, slim cowled; pale as bone in a people that treasured color. Built to fight, not to love. His only saving grace were his long horns, coupled with an unusual fringe that some would call exotic.
(He'd huffed at that, after one of his first lovers had said it. Exotic was not the word for a Palaveni, even a bareface, and he'd refused to lay with anyone who called him exotic afterward as a point of principal. Desolas had laughed when he told him that, told him to enjoy the attention but... it never felt right. He had always felt better in the shadows.)
“Please?” Nihlus chuckled, and the phantom pulse running down his fringe made Saren shiver. “You're so beautiful. I want to see you.”
“Niihh...” He ground out, as Nihlus did a very thorough tongue cleaning of his fringe, his sub-vocals amplifying lustfully in a hum that made his cock pulse in Nihlus' eager hands.
“Wow, you're sensitive.” Nihlus groaned, his hips swaying to their motion. "Been a while?"
“Hnngh.” He gasped. “Vib-vibrations.”
“Oh.” Nihlus moaned, and squeezed down tight on his cock.
Saren shuddered. He was getting close - too close, and Nihlus' rock-hard cock sliding underneath him was decidedly not helping him in keeping from popping off like a cadet.
“Off.” He murmured, shaking off the brown turian.
“Wha?”
Saren rolled over, pulling his surprised apprentice - no, partner - close to him. “Your turn.”
“But you didn't - “ Nihlus gasped as Saren pushed down the younger turians sleep pants, freeing a rather painful looking erection.
“Hrgh.” Nihlus choked, as three white-as-bone fingers wrapped around his brown cock. “You don't have...”
“Mhph.” He nuzzled his former apprentice's cheek, and smirked as Nihlus' impatient hips rocked up in a steady pace as he stroked a slow, leisurely path up and down with his fingers.
He'd always known Nihlus was attractive - there was a reason a bevy of asari would have fallen at his knees, and quite a few turians with them if his markings didn't turn them off -
(There had been a time in his life when markings mattered. Back when he wanted his brother's and was merely waiting to could take them for his own.)
- but the sight of Nihlus half underneath him, panting in his thrall... That was almost unbearably hot.
“Sare...Saren...” Nihlus panted, then muffled what Saren was quite sure was almost a shout when Saren squeezed down tight on his head, his thumb applying just the right bit of pressure in a place no male turian minded being touched.
“Fucckkk, I....”
Saren raised a brow-plate but made no other reply, simply stroking his apprentice. Nihlus fingers traced his face-plates, his eyes shining with - with.... affection, he supposed. His cock pulsed, angry with neglect, but he ignored that in favor of watching Nihlus squirm underneath him.
“Saren, I...” Nihlus shook off his hand, much to his surprise, and dove on top of him, tugging at his sleep pants like a man possessed. “I want to see you.”
“Nihlus...” He squirmed, uncomfortable with the look Nihlus was giving him. Unlike Nihlus, he'd never been the turian standard of beauty - thick waisted, narrow hipped, slim cowled; pale as bone in a people that treasured color. Built to fight, not to love. His only saving grace were his long horns, coupled with an unusual fringe that some would call exotic.
(He'd huffed at that, after one of his first lovers had said it. Exotic was not the word for a Palaveni, even a bareface, and he'd refused to lay with anyone who called him exotic afterward as a point of principal. Desolas had laughed when he told him that, told him to enjoy the attention but... it never felt right. He had always felt better in the shadows.)
“Please?” Nihlus chuckled, and the phantom pulse running down his fringe made Saren shiver. “You're so beautiful. I want to see you.”
He didn't reply, but merely lifted his hips.
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