Re: [M] Under the Influence

[Asar]

Dark skin shivered, jumping under the slightly ticklish sensations. Asar's body arched the lower Chanda went. It felt good - more so then it normally would. Maybe it was the wine? Most probably the wine.

Silver eyes watched the older male undo the wrap. It felt excruciatingly slow, and he pressed a little harder on his head until he felt the tongue on his half-arousal. He let out a low moan, thighs parting willingly under Chanda's hands.

"Take it all." He huffed, squirming under the man.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda didn't do as told immediately.

His tongue continued to tease the heated skin, stroking and sucking gently at the boy's balls for a few moments before his attention finally turned to his hardening arousal.

His lips parted, tongue darting out to lave over the length of it before parting further, lips encircling his tip. Chanda gave his head a gentle suck before taking him further into his mouth.

[Asar]

Asar let out a whimper when Chanda didn't do as he asked. He hissed and groaned as is slave only touched his teasingly. Everything making him more flushed and his arousal aching.

"Fuck."

He let out a satisfied moan as Chanda's lips slide down his erection. It felt good - leaving him writhing under the man.

"More. Take all of me." He hissed, hips rolling and hands pushing down on the head.

[Chanda Sen]

He allowed the hand to push him further down.

The wine was making him more tolerant. He'd allow the boy to manhandle him a little an dictate what he did without the fighting and glares that he usually gave.

The man hummed softly, his throat vibrating around the boy's arousal as he sucked.

His head began to move, bobbing up and down slowly.

[Asar]

He let out a soft cry as Chanda hummed, a current of pleasure warming his navel.

Nibbling his lip, he rolled his hips out of time with the small bobs. He wanted him to be faster, not so slow that he was left letting out high whines. He let out a sting of "faster" and "shit, move".

And he vaguely remembered saying. It was so foreign to this lips, that he chocked on the word, hissing out the the last syllable.

[Chanda Sen]

The hisses and whines and barked orders amused the man.

Asar was, if possible, more desperate when he had some good wine in him. Usually that would annoy him, but he also had good wine in his system and it was amusing him more than annoying him.

His head continued to bob, tongue laving over him as he moved.

[Asar]

His heels dug into the wet and sticky sheets and he gave out another long whine.

He wanted to come, and he wanted to come now.

In any other situation, that would be embarrassing. He soon learnt that coming so quickly was a sign of inexperience or a sign of a lack of self control.

But his head was buzzing and he could careless. It felt too good to care.

More aware of what he was saying he let out another choking "P-please." He groaned again before following it with a whining: "Chanda."

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda didn't care about how quickly or slowly a person came when he was with them.

His job was to make people come. If they came quickly, it just meant he had done his job quickly and would get paid quicker.

Or in this case, hopefully, get given his own release quicker. Asar was generally good about returning each orgasm that he gave.

Chanda's teeth scraped gently against the boy's arousal

[Asar]

The younger male hissed and arched as teeth scrapped over the sensitive skin.

"Fuck - please."

Half aware that he was slipping sideways down the headboard, he drunkenly sat up, gripping the slaves head to steady himself.

It was harder to roll his hips and force himself into the older man's mouth like this, so he took to being more forceful with his head, fingers curling into the roots of the long hair.

[Chanda Sen]

Once again, even as Asar tugged at his hair to get him to move, he didn't complain.

He was enjoying the boy's little dominant streak. Asar was more fun when he was drunk. And Chanda was more tolerant of Asar when he was drunk himself.

His teeth scraped against his arousal again, tongue laving over his sensitive head.

He wanted to make Asar come so he could get his own release.

[Asar]

He hissed again, thighs quivering at the scrape of teeth.

His body curled slightly around the head, so the dark hair lightly brushed his chest and stomach. It flushed a little in pleasure and intoxication. The cold metal chain connecting Chanda to the bed rested over his shoulder, sending a little shiver down his spine.

Panting and hissing out his slaves name again, his nails dug into the harshly scalp.

[Chanda Sen]

The little rattle of the chain on Asar's shoulder as he moved reminded him of his situation. This was all he was here for.

The only reason he was here was holes for Asar to fuck. All he had to do was give the boy pleasure.

He swallowed firmly around the boy, teeth scraping against his arousal again.

He wanted to push Asar over the edge. Give him the pleasure that he was supposed to. Then take his own pleasure.

[Asar]

Giving little warning to the older male, he came loud and hard. His body shook and curled around Chanda's head, cries of pleasure spilling out of his mouth.

Panting, he slowly come back down from his pleasure. Becoming aware as his drunken state would let him.

He leaned back against the head board, body flushed and tingling from the wave of pleasure.

Hands unclenched and caressed down his slaves face, framing it gently.

"Come here."

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda grunted when the boy came with little warning.

He swallowed as much as he could, though some dribbled from between his lips and dripped down his chin.

His tongue lapped out over his lips as he pulled away from the boy's crotch.

Chanda's golden eyes flickered up to meet Asar's silver ones as his face was framed by the boy's gentle hands.

The man shifted, pushing himself up so he was leant against the boy's chest. A rare shift in the way the two held themselves around each other.

[Asar]

He took some satisfaction seeing a little of his come on Chanda's chin. His tongue darted over it before running over Chnada's lip. It was salty, not exactly pleasant. Pressing his tongue into Chanda's mouth, he could taste the same salty flavour of himself.

Eyes flickered close, he kissed him as lovingly as he would to a lover. Gently and tender.

He pulled away with a giggle. A dumb drunken grin on his face.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda allowed the tender kiss but did not return it with the same intentions. His kiss was rough, demanding.

He'd given the boy his pleasure and now he wanted his own.

Chanda wanted his own pleasure right now and Asar was going to be the one to provide him.

When Asar pulled away to giggle, Chanda leaned back down.

His tongue traced over the boy's member before dipping lower. He traced the boy's entrance slowly.

[Asar]

Asar watched in confusion as the older male slid down his body. Still, he made a noise off approval as Chanda teased the sensitive skin again.

His hands left the head, favouring to grip the sticky sheets. Eyes slide closed and he leaned back and-

Oh.

He jumped as his slaves tongue slid lower and over his entrance. He craned his neck uncertainly, to drunk to care and kick Chanda in the face.

It did not feel unpleasant. Just... Odd. Embarrassing. Maybe slightly uncomfortable. But even then his toes curled with pleasure and he spread his leg slowly.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda's eyes flickered up when his Master jumped.

His hands moved to grasp the boy's thighs, holding him still as he leaned forwards again. He was enjoying taking his own pleasure. He didn't want it to stop yet.

No. He wanted to have his fun.

His tongue continued to stroke and probe at the boy's entrance.

[Asar]

Asar griped the bed sheets harder, scrunching them up, wine seeping between his fingers. His thighs shook and his face flushed a little in humiliation.

Despite that, he slowly found himself liking the sensation. It made his spine shiver, and breath shorten, and most importantly, aroused. And his hardening erection showed that - which made it even more humiliating.

Eyes on his slave, he whimpered his name, body writhing.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda liked that whimper.

He liked knowing that Asar was enjoying this. Despite his lack of fondness for his young Master, he knew that the more pleased Asar was, the better his life was.

So, to please himself, he had to please Asar.

The things he did for his own pleasure.

His tongue probed a little more, pushing into the boy slowly.

[Asar]

Asar bit his lip, moaning Chanda's name encouragingly behind it.

He found himself liking the feeling more and more - finding it less odd. It was still humiliating. Though this made it more... exciting?

But as great as if felt, Chanda was still too fucking slow. Taking his fucking time.

Sliding his knees back to exposed himself, he allowed the older male more room. Another act of encouragement.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda liked being slow.

If he took his time, he was thorough. That and it pissed Asar off and, even now with a lot of wine making his mind hazy, he liked pissing the boy off immensely.

He continued his slow pace, tongue still teasing at his entrance with every probe and swipe.

Annoying Asar now was a perk. One that he couldn't not take up. He was enjoying making the boy squirm and hiss at him.

[Asar]

A mewl trembled passed his lips.

Thighs spread and pulled back - surprisingly flexible - demanding him to be quicker.

He called out the other males name again, louder. Other passing slaves would sure to hear. Or, hell, even his family. Though they are probably as pissed as him to care. Probably even more so.

"Fuck." His back bent and sticky hands planted themselves on Chanda's hair.

He resorted to begging again. Moaning and whining a repetitive "Please." It almost started to feel natural to beg.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda smirked against the boy when he began begging him.

He loved the sound of Asar cracking, falling low enough to beg him. The Master begging the Slave. He loved it. It made him feel powerful. His Master was the one begging for more while he had utter control over the situation.

One hand slid from the boy's thigh.

He pressed a finger to the boy's entrance as he continued licking at him, slowly pushing the tip of it into him.

[Asar]

Asar's breath hitched as he felt a finger slide into him.

It felt as foreign as the tongue first felt. Just more intrusive.

The smaller body clenched and froze. He felt as lost as he did the first time he met Chanda. And the the alcohol was doing little to comfort him.

He had done this enough times to Chanda to know it was pleasurable. But it still felt strange and uncomfortable.

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