Courtesan 3, Supernatural RPS, NC-17
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Title: Courtesan 3 ( A sequel to Courtesan, Gladiator, Courtesan 2, The House of Morgan and Gladiator 2)
Pairing/Characters: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2589
Summary: Total AU. Jensen serves breakfast in bed and then shows Jared some new uses for a courtesan's mouth.
A/Ns & Warnings: Um. For starters, I really, really resisted starting this, because I know it's going to get epic...and I need another epic like I need an elephant to sit on me. Still...it wasn't letting go. So things to know: This is a cross between Feudal Japanese society and Roman society. Courtesans are chosen based on time and location of birth and physical characteristics. They are property of the state, but serve the Lords who govern the regions in which they are born. Likewise, gladiators are chosen in much the same way, but with different criteria. They are also property of the state, and serve the Lords who govern the regions where they were born. WARNINGS: Moving forward there will be underage sex. Because of the society in which they live, it isn't seen as wrong. I've hinted at it already, and you won't see it in this chapter, but it's coming.
Also, this is a birthday giftlet for kes1807 and lori_leaf. Probably the last on time birthday gifts for the short term. Hope you both enjoy it and have fabulous birthdays.
Art, from apieceofcake...
His warrior lay sleeping, and Jensen, despite himself, couldn’t help but indulge in the moment of fantasy the sight allowed…that this was his Lord, that he was bound to him and no other…a courtesan to only one man.
It didn’t happen often, but he had heard stories. Rich and powerful men who pay a ransom to the State to take a courtesan for themselves.
But Jared was neither rich nor powerful, and a fantasy such as that was not going to serve either of them.
Jensen sighed and roused himself from his daydream. It would be morning soon, and he had breakfast to prepare. He had already bathed and reapplied his make-up. It wouldn’t due to be unprepared when his lord awoke.
Jensen had ordered food fit for royalty for the kitchen, just in case Jared had not won and Jensen’s companion had indeed been the prince. Jared had never seen such food, and Jensen would take great pleasure in feeding him the things that he might never see again. Jensen settled the apron around his waist, lest he injure himself. Generally he would be naked in such a situation, available to his lord at all times.
The cooking fire was banked low and it would take time for it to be ready to boil water. Jensen had several large goose eggs for poaching, and a white wine to poach them in. A loaf of hearty bread was cooling on the table, delivered in the early hours by kitchen boys who moved soundlessly and disappeared, leaving only fresh bread and produce behind.
There was smoked salmon as well, and an array of fruits. Jensen remembered Jared’s reaction to the fruit that first night together. He set a plate on the table and arranged some berries before reaching for a kiwi and a knife. He set slices of kiwi on the plate. The colors played nicely, the pale green offsetting the reds and dark purple-blue of the berries.
When the fire was ready, Jensen set a tea kettle in to heat, then set about preparing the poaching liquid. The wine went into the pot first, then some water, a little salt. He hung the pot on the arm and swung it in over the fire.
Jensen moved to the bread, wiping his hands on the apron before picking up a knife to slice several thin pieces. He set them on the iron rack near the fire to toast them. A second plate joined the first. He checked the poaching liquid and it was just beginning to boil. Carefully, Jensen cracked two eggs into the liquid.
The bread went down on the plate, then several thin pieces of salmon. Next the eggs. Jensen spooned them out carefully, gently settling them onto the toast and salmon. He turned for the tea kettle and as he turned around, he jumped when he found Jared standing there, a sheepish sort of smile on his face. “Morning.”
“You should not be out of bed, my lord.” Jensen exhaled slowly and moved to poor water into the tea pot with the fragrant tea.
“I was lonely.” Jared said, limping closer.
“You have a broken leg.” Jensen said softly, though he let Jared pull him closer. “You need to stay off of it.” Jared’s big hand cupped to Jensen’s face and his mouth slid over Jensen’s, soft and tender.
“I wanted to see you.” Jared said quietly as he pulled back.
“I was only making you breakfast. Come, let me help you back to bed. Then I will bring you food.”
“It smells good.” Jared didn’t fight as Jensen got him turned and headed back toward the bed. He leaned on Jensen’s shoulder and sighed when he sank back onto the mattress. “Never had a bed like this before.”
Jensen lifted his feet up onto the bed and helped stuff pillows behind him so he could sit up. “Stay here, my lord. I will bring breakfast to you.”
Jared’s hand lingered on his, keeping him from going. “You’re all I need. Stay with me.”
Jensen smiled softly at him, lifting his hand to kiss it. “You need your strength, my lord, so that you heal.” He set Jared’s hand back onto the bed and headed for the kitchen. He set the plates and the tea on a tray and removed his apron, heading back to the bed.
Jared was grinning at him as he slid the tray onto the bed. “You really cooked for me?”
“A courtesan has many skills, my lord. We are trained in the arts; dance, music, poetry, cooking, healing.” Jensen climbed up beside him on the bed. “All areas of pleasure and care-taking are included in our training.”
Jared was looking at him, not the tray of food. “I had no idea there was so much to it.”
Jensen blushed under his intense attention. “It is the reason we are brought to training so young. I was but five years old when Lord Jeffrey chose me.”
Jared frowned a little at that. “So young?”
Jensen reached for the teapot, pouring a cup and holding it out to Jared. “There is much to learn.”
Jared took the cup, but was still frowning at him. “What of your family?”
Jensen picked up a strawberry and held it up to Jared. He bit into it and Jensen lifted his eyes to meet Jared’s. “I am told that I have a brother. He was born after I was taken. I have only a vague memory of my mother.”
“That’s terrible.” Jared swallowed the fruit and Jensen was holding up another. “Even a gladiator isn’t taken until they are at least eleven or twelve.”
Jensen lowered his eyes and shook his head lightly. “It is the way of pleasure, my lord. We learn much in the years between arriving here and taking our first vows when we are twelve. By the time we are ready for our first…time offering our bodies, we must already speak three languages and be able to recite one of the great epic poems, prepare meals and play at least one instrument.”
He didn’t often think about the mother he left behind. His image of her was one of great beauty, her stomach rounded with child, her hair long and dark and freely floating in the breeze. She had cried. He remembered that.
He roused himself and lifted a piece of the toast. “Try this, my lord. I believe you will like it.”
Jared didn’t look like he was going to let it go, then he blinked and looked at the food in Jensen’s hand. “I’m sure I will like anything you have made for me.” He opened his mouth and Jensen fed him, watching as the flavors made Jared smile, his eyes sparkling. “That’s incredible.”
Jensen smiled. “Would you like some more tea?”
Jared lifted a berry from the plate and held it out to Jensen. “I would like you to eat with me.”
Jensen opened his mouth, letting the berry in and licking, then sucking at Jared’s finger. Jared moaned a little as his finger slipped from Jensen’s lips. “Do they teach you that? How to make a man moan with just your lips?”
Jensen smiled and leaned in to kiss him, his lips gliding over the corner of his mouth, then softly surrounding his lower lip, sucking lightly before his tongue slid up and into his mouth. “My lips can make you do more than moan, my lord.”
“Yeah?” Jared asked, his voice breathy. “Like what?”
Jensen didn’t answer with words. His tongue and lips moved over Jared’s lips and down his chin. Up his jaw to his ear. Jensen licked lightly at the dark well behind Jared’s ear, mouthed over the thick cord of muscle down onto his shoulder.
Jared shivered. Jensen moved to his collarbone, pressing tiny kisses in an endless string along the bone, pausing to lick the small hollow at the base of his throat before kissing his way up the other side.
He sat back then. Jared licked his lips. “Is there more?”
“Only if you eat your breakfast.” Jensen replied, lifting the toast again. “Then I will show you all the things my mouth can do.”
Jared raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth. Jensen fed him the egg covered toast, and contemplated exactly what he would do with his mouth once the food was gone.
As Jared was finishing the last of the fruit, Jensen took his hand and kissed the fingertips lightly. “I need to ask a question, my lord, before we continue.”
“Anything.”
Jensen kept his eyes focused on Jared’s hand. “I understand that in the military world…that young boys are forced to service the older men, and that it is not pleasurable.”
Jared’s hand twitched in his. Jensen closed his eyes. “There is…a pleasure…unlike any you have ever known. I would like to give it to you. But if you would prefer I do not touch you that way…I will find another way.”
Jensen didn’t breathe, waiting. Jared’s fingers curled around his. “I have never found pleasure that way.”
Jensen nodded, lifting their joined hands to caress against his face. “Say only a word and I’ll never bring it up again.”
“Tell me.”
Jensen looked up. There was fear mixed with lust and curiosity on Jared’s face. “It begins with caressing and kissing. Licking and touching. Gently opening you until I can reach a place within that brings pleasure beyond belief.”
Jared bit his lip. Jensen leaned across to kiss. “Think on it a moment, let me remove the breakfast dishes.” He rose from the bed and gathered the tray. From the cabinet near the kitchen, he paused to get a towel, lubricating ointment and a thin rod of metal.
“My lord?” Jensen paused beside the bed. Jared nodded, but didn’t speak. Jensen smiled softly and moved to the bed, setting his tools aside for the moment. “I’ll go slowly. Lay down for me.” Jensen helped him slide down until he was laying, his head on the pillows.
Jensen began easy with kissing, his hands gliding over Jared’s body, mindful of his wounds. He kissed down to his chest, sucking lightly at his left nipple, then the right, before moving down, circling Jared’s navel with his tongue.
It was obvious that Jared was enjoying the touch, his cock starting to harden as Jensen kissed over his thighs and knees, down to his feet. He worked his way back up to his navel, his hands sliding up to Jared’s sides. “Now roll over for me, my lord.”
Jensen helped him roll and used a pillow under his stomach to lift up his hips and ass. He caressed over Jared’s stiffening cock, and arranged it so that he would be able to reach it as he spread Jared’s legs, watching his broken leg.
His first touches were on Jared’s thighs. Hands, then lips, then tongue. Then up to his ass. His hands made circles over Jared’s cheeks, then up his back and back down. Slowly he included touches along his crack, over his hole. Jared froze the first time and Jensen made a pass down between his legs, over his cock and back up.
Jared was biting his lip, his eyes closed, his arms wrapped around a pillow under his head. Jensen leaned in, breathing over Jared’s skin. His tongue started on his cock, up through his crack and over his hole. Jensen’s hands went back to caressing over his skin. Then he returned to the licking, making tiny flicking motions with his tongue, starting at the tip of Jared’s cock, then up, over both sides of his crack and up to his hole. Jensen’s tongue flicked over the hole until Jared was squirming under him and the whole thing was wet with saliva.
Jensen murmured gently against damp skin, then leaned in, curling his tongue and pressing in. Jared whimpered and Jensen pulled back, laving over his hole several times before pressing in again. On the fourth time, he penetrated the resistant ring and Jared moaned, his body tensing.
“Easy, my lord.” Jensen’s hands roamed over his skin. Jared’s back was starting to slick with sweat. Jensen licked up his cock again, wrapping one hand around it and pulling lightly.
Jensen kept his hand on Jared’s cock as he went back to his licking and kissing over Jared’s hole. He curled his tongue and pressed it in, opening him up a little at a time. He didn’t need much. The toy he’d chosen was small, made only for tapping against the tender center of nerves that could take a man from orgasm to an explosion of pleasure.
Jared’s moan had changed tone from tense to something closer to pleasured. Jensen flicked his tongue along the edges of Jared’s ass, then moved to press a finger against it. He moved it shallowly into the hole and out again. His other hand stroked over Jared’s cock.
Jensen reached for the ointment, getting a good amount on his finger before returning it to Jared’s hole. This time his finger moved in easily and Jared’s body quaked. He lifted up and looked back at Jensen. He was panting now. Jensen took his hand off his cock and rubbed along his back as he moved the finger out and back in. Jared’s body was tensing up again.
Jensen pressed in, seeking out the spot that would prove to Jared that Jensen wasn’t lying. Jared’s eyes rolled closed and he shuddered as Jensen found it, the tip of his finger brushing over it. “See, my lord?”
Jared nodded, and fell back to the pillow. Jensen put his hand back on Jared’s cock, while he pressed against that spot and licked up his crack. Jensen fucked his finger in and out, making sure he was ready for what came next. Jared whimpered when Jensen pulled his finger out, then again as the cool metal slid inside him.
Jensen wasted no time in getting the rounded end of the rod up against the spot, caressing over it in a circular motion while Jared adjusted. He was biting his lip again, lifting his hips, fucking Jensen’s hand. His cock was starting to leak. Jensen tapped the rod gently and Jared’s body arched up off the bed.
“God!”
He smiled, though Jared couldn’t see him. He tapped again, slowly building a rhythm that included the tapping and the stroking of his cock. Jared’s mouth opened, though no sounds came out. His body rocked with the rhythm, his hips lifting and falling until they couldn’t keep up with the pace. Then his body just lifted off the mattress as he yelled into the pillows and his cock exploded over Jensen’s hand.
Jensen slid the rod out and set it aside, reaching for the towel to wipe up the ointment and the come. Then he licked over Jared’s hole, tender, easing any discomfort before helping him to roll over again. Jensen bent to lick his cock clean.
Jared was looking at him with something like wonder when he sat up. “Are you well, my lord?”
Jared nodded and reached for him. Jensen went, laying beside him and setting his head on Jared’s shoulder. “I won’t ever doubt you again.” Jared said softly.
“That is good, for we have many hours to fill. Shall I sing for you?”
Jared shook his head. “Not now. I just want to feel this for a minute. Lay here.”
“As you wish, my lord.” Jensen murmured. “As you wish.”
Title: Courtesan 3 ( A sequel to Courtesan, Gladiator, Courtesan 2, The House of Morgan and Gladiator 2)
Pairing/Characters: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2589
Summary: Total AU. Jensen serves breakfast in bed and then shows Jared some new uses for a courtesan's mouth.
A/Ns & Warnings: Um. For starters, I really, really resisted starting this, because I know it's going to get epic...and I need another epic like I need an elephant to sit on me. Still...it wasn't letting go. So things to know: This is a cross between Feudal Japanese society and Roman society. Courtesans are chosen based on time and location of birth and physical characteristics. They are property of the state, but serve the Lords who govern the regions in which they are born. Likewise, gladiators are chosen in much the same way, but with different criteria. They are also property of the state, and serve the Lords who govern the regions where they were born. WARNINGS: Moving forward there will be underage sex. Because of the society in which they live, it isn't seen as wrong. I've hinted at it already, and you won't see it in this chapter, but it's coming.
Also, this is a birthday giftlet for kes1807 and lori_leaf. Probably the last on time birthday gifts for the short term. Hope you both enjoy it and have fabulous birthdays.
Art, from apieceofcake...
His warrior lay sleeping, and Jensen, despite himself, couldn’t help but indulge in the moment of fantasy the sight allowed…that this was his Lord, that he was bound to him and no other…a courtesan to only one man.
It didn’t happen often, but he had heard stories. Rich and powerful men who pay a ransom to the State to take a courtesan for themselves.
But Jared was neither rich nor powerful, and a fantasy such as that was not going to serve either of them.
Jensen sighed and roused himself from his daydream. It would be morning soon, and he had breakfast to prepare. He had already bathed and reapplied his make-up. It wouldn’t due to be unprepared when his lord awoke.
Jensen had ordered food fit for royalty for the kitchen, just in case Jared had not won and Jensen’s companion had indeed been the prince. Jared had never seen such food, and Jensen would take great pleasure in feeding him the things that he might never see again. Jensen settled the apron around his waist, lest he injure himself. Generally he would be naked in such a situation, available to his lord at all times.
The cooking fire was banked low and it would take time for it to be ready to boil water. Jensen had several large goose eggs for poaching, and a white wine to poach them in. A loaf of hearty bread was cooling on the table, delivered in the early hours by kitchen boys who moved soundlessly and disappeared, leaving only fresh bread and produce behind.
There was smoked salmon as well, and an array of fruits. Jensen remembered Jared’s reaction to the fruit that first night together. He set a plate on the table and arranged some berries before reaching for a kiwi and a knife. He set slices of kiwi on the plate. The colors played nicely, the pale green offsetting the reds and dark purple-blue of the berries.
When the fire was ready, Jensen set a tea kettle in to heat, then set about preparing the poaching liquid. The wine went into the pot first, then some water, a little salt. He hung the pot on the arm and swung it in over the fire.
Jensen moved to the bread, wiping his hands on the apron before picking up a knife to slice several thin pieces. He set them on the iron rack near the fire to toast them. A second plate joined the first. He checked the poaching liquid and it was just beginning to boil. Carefully, Jensen cracked two eggs into the liquid.
The bread went down on the plate, then several thin pieces of salmon. Next the eggs. Jensen spooned them out carefully, gently settling them onto the toast and salmon. He turned for the tea kettle and as he turned around, he jumped when he found Jared standing there, a sheepish sort of smile on his face. “Morning.”
“You should not be out of bed, my lord.” Jensen exhaled slowly and moved to poor water into the tea pot with the fragrant tea.
“I was lonely.” Jared said, limping closer.
“You have a broken leg.” Jensen said softly, though he let Jared pull him closer. “You need to stay off of it.” Jared’s big hand cupped to Jensen’s face and his mouth slid over Jensen’s, soft and tender.
“I wanted to see you.” Jared said quietly as he pulled back.
“I was only making you breakfast. Come, let me help you back to bed. Then I will bring you food.”
“It smells good.” Jared didn’t fight as Jensen got him turned and headed back toward the bed. He leaned on Jensen’s shoulder and sighed when he sank back onto the mattress. “Never had a bed like this before.”
Jensen lifted his feet up onto the bed and helped stuff pillows behind him so he could sit up. “Stay here, my lord. I will bring breakfast to you.”
Jared’s hand lingered on his, keeping him from going. “You’re all I need. Stay with me.”
Jensen smiled softly at him, lifting his hand to kiss it. “You need your strength, my lord, so that you heal.” He set Jared’s hand back onto the bed and headed for the kitchen. He set the plates and the tea on a tray and removed his apron, heading back to the bed.
Jared was grinning at him as he slid the tray onto the bed. “You really cooked for me?”
“A courtesan has many skills, my lord. We are trained in the arts; dance, music, poetry, cooking, healing.” Jensen climbed up beside him on the bed. “All areas of pleasure and care-taking are included in our training.”
Jared was looking at him, not the tray of food. “I had no idea there was so much to it.”
Jensen blushed under his intense attention. “It is the reason we are brought to training so young. I was but five years old when Lord Jeffrey chose me.”
Jared frowned a little at that. “So young?”
Jensen reached for the teapot, pouring a cup and holding it out to Jared. “There is much to learn.”
Jared took the cup, but was still frowning at him. “What of your family?”
Jensen picked up a strawberry and held it up to Jared. He bit into it and Jensen lifted his eyes to meet Jared’s. “I am told that I have a brother. He was born after I was taken. I have only a vague memory of my mother.”
“That’s terrible.” Jared swallowed the fruit and Jensen was holding up another. “Even a gladiator isn’t taken until they are at least eleven or twelve.”
Jensen lowered his eyes and shook his head lightly. “It is the way of pleasure, my lord. We learn much in the years between arriving here and taking our first vows when we are twelve. By the time we are ready for our first…time offering our bodies, we must already speak three languages and be able to recite one of the great epic poems, prepare meals and play at least one instrument.”
He didn’t often think about the mother he left behind. His image of her was one of great beauty, her stomach rounded with child, her hair long and dark and freely floating in the breeze. She had cried. He remembered that.
He roused himself and lifted a piece of the toast. “Try this, my lord. I believe you will like it.”
Jared didn’t look like he was going to let it go, then he blinked and looked at the food in Jensen’s hand. “I’m sure I will like anything you have made for me.” He opened his mouth and Jensen fed him, watching as the flavors made Jared smile, his eyes sparkling. “That’s incredible.”
Jensen smiled. “Would you like some more tea?”
Jared lifted a berry from the plate and held it out to Jensen. “I would like you to eat with me.”
Jensen opened his mouth, letting the berry in and licking, then sucking at Jared’s finger. Jared moaned a little as his finger slipped from Jensen’s lips. “Do they teach you that? How to make a man moan with just your lips?”
Jensen smiled and leaned in to kiss him, his lips gliding over the corner of his mouth, then softly surrounding his lower lip, sucking lightly before his tongue slid up and into his mouth. “My lips can make you do more than moan, my lord.”
“Yeah?” Jared asked, his voice breathy. “Like what?”
Jensen didn’t answer with words. His tongue and lips moved over Jared’s lips and down his chin. Up his jaw to his ear. Jensen licked lightly at the dark well behind Jared’s ear, mouthed over the thick cord of muscle down onto his shoulder.
Jared shivered. Jensen moved to his collarbone, pressing tiny kisses in an endless string along the bone, pausing to lick the small hollow at the base of his throat before kissing his way up the other side.
He sat back then. Jared licked his lips. “Is there more?”
“Only if you eat your breakfast.” Jensen replied, lifting the toast again. “Then I will show you all the things my mouth can do.”
Jared raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth. Jensen fed him the egg covered toast, and contemplated exactly what he would do with his mouth once the food was gone.
As Jared was finishing the last of the fruit, Jensen took his hand and kissed the fingertips lightly. “I need to ask a question, my lord, before we continue.”
“Anything.”
Jensen kept his eyes focused on Jared’s hand. “I understand that in the military world…that young boys are forced to service the older men, and that it is not pleasurable.”
Jared’s hand twitched in his. Jensen closed his eyes. “There is…a pleasure…unlike any you have ever known. I would like to give it to you. But if you would prefer I do not touch you that way…I will find another way.”
Jensen didn’t breathe, waiting. Jared’s fingers curled around his. “I have never found pleasure that way.”
Jensen nodded, lifting their joined hands to caress against his face. “Say only a word and I’ll never bring it up again.”
“Tell me.”
Jensen looked up. There was fear mixed with lust and curiosity on Jared’s face. “It begins with caressing and kissing. Licking and touching. Gently opening you until I can reach a place within that brings pleasure beyond belief.”
Jared bit his lip. Jensen leaned across to kiss. “Think on it a moment, let me remove the breakfast dishes.” He rose from the bed and gathered the tray. From the cabinet near the kitchen, he paused to get a towel, lubricating ointment and a thin rod of metal.
“My lord?” Jensen paused beside the bed. Jared nodded, but didn’t speak. Jensen smiled softly and moved to the bed, setting his tools aside for the moment. “I’ll go slowly. Lay down for me.” Jensen helped him slide down until he was laying, his head on the pillows.
Jensen began easy with kissing, his hands gliding over Jared’s body, mindful of his wounds. He kissed down to his chest, sucking lightly at his left nipple, then the right, before moving down, circling Jared’s navel with his tongue.
It was obvious that Jared was enjoying the touch, his cock starting to harden as Jensen kissed over his thighs and knees, down to his feet. He worked his way back up to his navel, his hands sliding up to Jared’s sides. “Now roll over for me, my lord.”
Jensen helped him roll and used a pillow under his stomach to lift up his hips and ass. He caressed over Jared’s stiffening cock, and arranged it so that he would be able to reach it as he spread Jared’s legs, watching his broken leg.
His first touches were on Jared’s thighs. Hands, then lips, then tongue. Then up to his ass. His hands made circles over Jared’s cheeks, then up his back and back down. Slowly he included touches along his crack, over his hole. Jared froze the first time and Jensen made a pass down between his legs, over his cock and back up.
Jared was biting his lip, his eyes closed, his arms wrapped around a pillow under his head. Jensen leaned in, breathing over Jared’s skin. His tongue started on his cock, up through his crack and over his hole. Jensen’s hands went back to caressing over his skin. Then he returned to the licking, making tiny flicking motions with his tongue, starting at the tip of Jared’s cock, then up, over both sides of his crack and up to his hole. Jensen’s tongue flicked over the hole until Jared was squirming under him and the whole thing was wet with saliva.
Jensen murmured gently against damp skin, then leaned in, curling his tongue and pressing in. Jared whimpered and Jensen pulled back, laving over his hole several times before pressing in again. On the fourth time, he penetrated the resistant ring and Jared moaned, his body tensing.
“Easy, my lord.” Jensen’s hands roamed over his skin. Jared’s back was starting to slick with sweat. Jensen licked up his cock again, wrapping one hand around it and pulling lightly.
Jensen kept his hand on Jared’s cock as he went back to his licking and kissing over Jared’s hole. He curled his tongue and pressed it in, opening him up a little at a time. He didn’t need much. The toy he’d chosen was small, made only for tapping against the tender center of nerves that could take a man from orgasm to an explosion of pleasure.
Jared’s moan had changed tone from tense to something closer to pleasured. Jensen flicked his tongue along the edges of Jared’s ass, then moved to press a finger against it. He moved it shallowly into the hole and out again. His other hand stroked over Jared’s cock.
Jensen reached for the ointment, getting a good amount on his finger before returning it to Jared’s hole. This time his finger moved in easily and Jared’s body quaked. He lifted up and looked back at Jensen. He was panting now. Jensen took his hand off his cock and rubbed along his back as he moved the finger out and back in. Jared’s body was tensing up again.
Jensen pressed in, seeking out the spot that would prove to Jared that Jensen wasn’t lying. Jared’s eyes rolled closed and he shuddered as Jensen found it, the tip of his finger brushing over it. “See, my lord?”
Jared nodded, and fell back to the pillow. Jensen put his hand back on Jared’s cock, while he pressed against that spot and licked up his crack. Jensen fucked his finger in and out, making sure he was ready for what came next. Jared whimpered when Jensen pulled his finger out, then again as the cool metal slid inside him.
Jensen wasted no time in getting the rounded end of the rod up against the spot, caressing over it in a circular motion while Jared adjusted. He was biting his lip again, lifting his hips, fucking Jensen’s hand. His cock was starting to leak. Jensen tapped the rod gently and Jared’s body arched up off the bed.
“God!”
He smiled, though Jared couldn’t see him. He tapped again, slowly building a rhythm that included the tapping and the stroking of his cock. Jared’s mouth opened, though no sounds came out. His body rocked with the rhythm, his hips lifting and falling until they couldn’t keep up with the pace. Then his body just lifted off the mattress as he yelled into the pillows and his cock exploded over Jensen’s hand.
Jensen slid the rod out and set it aside, reaching for the towel to wipe up the ointment and the come. Then he licked over Jared’s hole, tender, easing any discomfort before helping him to roll over again. Jensen bent to lick his cock clean.
Jared was looking at him with something like wonder when he sat up. “Are you well, my lord?”
Jared nodded and reached for him. Jensen went, laying beside him and setting his head on Jared’s shoulder. “I won’t ever doubt you again.” Jared said softly.
“That is good, for we have many hours to fill. Shall I sing for you?”
Jared shook his head. “Not now. I just want to feel this for a minute. Lay here.”
“As you wish, my lord.” Jensen murmured. “As you wish.”