Re: [M] Under the Influence

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda's finger stilled when Asar clenched around him.

He could move with the boy clenched like this. It would be painful for him. He needed the boy to enjoy it if he was going to get anything good out of it.

His tongue continued to lap at his sensitive skin around the finger he had pushed into him, trying to get him to relax enough to let him begin moving his finger again.

[Asar]

Chanda's tongue laved over the darker again, but the finger remained inside him. He twisted his slim hips a little, nibbling his lips, trying to comprehend on whether he liked the feeling or not.

It was strange, and he could he could yet grasp why Chanda found it pleasurable.

In his own time, he found himself relaxing. The pleasing sensations helping, coaxing his muscles to loosen. The tip of the finger less foreign inside him.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda breathed out softly when Asar relaxed slowly again.

His finger pushed into the boy slowly again, pressing deeper than before.

Asar would get used to the feeling soon enough. The quicker he got used to it, the quicker it began to feel pleasurable. It just took a little time and patience.

His tongue continued to lap at him.

[Asar]

He stayed relaxed as the finger pressed deeper. The tongue around his entranced helped - what was odd was now soothing. It was most definitely stimulating.

The smaller body trembled under Chanda, and he muttered his name. Softer and quieter then before. But still attempting to spur him on.

Sticky fingers combed through his slaves hair, tugging on it.

He wanted to kiss him again.

[Chanda Sen]

At least the boy was accepting this now.

He had been expecting a bit of a fuss. He was pleasantly surprised that Asar was accepting this so well.

Chanda chalked it down to the wine.

The finger began thrusting slowly.

[Asar]

Asar groaned as the as the finger slowly thrust in and out of him. He felt a little pleasurable - if teasing. His hips twitched, unsure whether to move them in time with the finger.

Even in his drunken state, he was sure his family would kick up a fuss if they caught him under his slave like this. The the achole told him not to care. Besides, it was his slave, he could tell him to do what he wanted. Plus, he had prefect control over the situation.

Licking his sore and bruised lip, he tugged at the hair, before calling his slaves name. He really wanted to feel Chanda's lips against his. He wanted to tug and bite at something over then his own lip.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda didn't care what Asar's family thought of him.

What he did here wasn't something he cared about. He didn't care if Asar got in trouble for letting a Slave dominate him. He didn't care what punishment would lay ahead for Asar.

The man's eyes flickered up when his hair was pulled.

He pulled away from the boy's entrance, leaning up to kiss Asar as his finger continued thrusting into him.

[Asar]

The younger male's arms stretched and curled around the older males neck to keep him close as he leaned up. Purring into the kiss, his tongue lapped over Chanda's lip before his teeth gripped it, tugging at it sharply.

He still loved biting the older male, putting an impression on him for all to see. It was satisfying, feeling something between his teeth, clamping on it. Leaving a mark for everyone to see. It was 'erotic' as his older brother mentioned.

The finger inside was more pleasurable now he had something else to keep him occupied. He Hitched his legs around the other males small waist, caging him in.

[Chanda Sen]

Even as Asar marked him, it wouldn't be for all to see.

Hardly anyone saw him. He rarely left the bed, let alone the room. Asar kept him locked up alone so no one could see him. No one would see the marks that were gracing his skin except himself, Asar and the few Slaves that sometimes gathered when he bathed.

Chanda returned the kiss as he twisted and thrust his finger, slowly becoming more and more firm with the movements.

[Asar]

Asar bit harder on the lip to muffle to soft cry at the unexpected feeling of pleasure. Slim thighs squeezing before relaxing again.

Experimentally, he rolled his hips up to meet Chanda's knuckles. It did not hurt quite how he expected. Giving an approving noise, he twisted his body to try and give Chanda more access. He felt a little more eager at receiving.

He wanted more. A sudden desire to feel his slaves arousal inside him... It was probably the alcohol. But the desire remained standing.

[Chanda Sen]

His lips quirked when Asar gave an approving moan.

Good, he was enjoying it. That meant better things for him.

Slowly, the man pushed a second finger into him, stretching him a little as he began thrusting again slowly.

Chanda wanted to give the boy more. He wanted to feel his arousal buried deep inside the boy. But he needed to stretch him a little first.

[Asar]

The younger male hissed and arched, letting go of Chanda's lip to bury his face into his neck.

The second hurt a little. Not so it was unbearable, but enough to scrap his fingers over Chanda's shoulder blades. Not enough to bleed, but just enough to leave red marks. Nothing in comparison to the faint marks he has left.

He inhaled and exhaled slowly, feeling his own hot breath against the lighter skin. Stilling for a moment he relaxed again, Chanda's finger thrusting into him again.

The younger male kissed the neck approvingly, before settling on sucking at it.

[Chanda Sen]

The speed of the man's fingers slowed a little as the boy hissed.

The boy was new to the feeling of being penetrated. With that in mind, he was doing surprisingly well with this.

And not one complaint yet.

Chanda was well and truly surprised.

And a little impressed.

[Asar]

Asar sucked at the skin, letting the older man continue to thrust into him.

It still hurt a little, but not enough to care. The pleasure outweighed the the pain. Even in his drunken state it surprised him. His brother made a bigger fuss about it that one time he told him about it. In secret and only in passing. He almost forgot about it.

He moaned against the skin, pulling back for a moment to look as the mark. It was red, but small. Not enough to last more then a day. Pressing his lips against it again, he clamped his teeth around it, tongue swiping over the bruised skin.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda groaned softly as Asar's teeth clamped around a bruise.

That felt good.

The man groaned softly again as his fingers began thrusting a little deeper again. He wanted to get to the good stuff.

He wanted to feel the boy's body clench around him with each rock of their hips.

[Asar]

He mewled into the skin as the long fingers pressed deeper into him. Letting go of the skin he let out a collective of moans. Hips pushing up to meet Chanda's knuckles.

Satisfied with the indented bruise, his teeth turned to Chanda's earlobe. Scrapping and nipping on it. Tasting the metallic stud that he had put in it, to balance out the damn earring that Chanda refused to take out.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda parted the fingers inside the boy, stretching him firmly.

It would be a little uncomfortable, but stretching him was necessary. It was something that Asar would have to deal with.

What came after the stretching was well worth the slight discomfort at the moment.

The man purred softly as Asar began toying with his earlobe.

[Asar]

The younger male let go of the earlobe to hiss, nails digging into skin.

"F-uck."

He squirmed under Chanda, face pressing back into the neck. It was slightly painful, and made his body tremble.

"Fuck fuck fuck."

He whined out his slave's name, hoping the discomfort would die down soon, as it did with the fingers.

[Chanda Sen]

The pain would die down.

It would just take a moment of patience.

Something Asar rarely had at the best of times; let aloe when he was pumped full of alcohol. He just had to suck it up and deal with the discomfort for a moment before it died down.

Chanda's tongue laved over his lower lip slowly.

[Asar]

He groaned and twisted, making a small fuss with another string of curses. And he stilled, unsure if he wanted to draw Chanda in closer of push him away.

He bite back down on the neck, waiting for the discomfort to ease.

It did, with each stretch of the fingers. It never became pleasant - but it was not uncomfortable either.

His nails retreated from the skin, showing more little marks on Chanda's body.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda had a feeling that he'd be absolutely covered in marks by the time that this venture was through.

Asar was not being kind in that department at the moment. He already had quite a few marks littering his tanned skin.

The stretching of his fingers continued, even as the boy squirmed and cursed.

[Asar]

He continued to squirm under Chanda's body, his curses slowly becoming more quiet and and quieter until the dulled out, only letting out soft hisses of discomfort.

Asar was getting more impatient with all this stretching - he wanted to feel Chanda inside him, and not like this. He wanted his slave to come inside him, as dirty as it was.

He whined the older males name again, rolling his hips demandingly.

[Chanda Sen]

The boy's hips moving more demandingly didn't escape his notice.

He almost took him up on the demand, too. He was just as impatient to feel the boy around him as the boy was to feel him inside him.

But, he'd hear nothing but complaining from the boy in the morning if he pushed into him now. As much as he wanted to get the stretching over with, they needed to do it.

[Asar]

He groaned, and hissed in annoyance rather then pain.

Pulling his face away from his slaves neck, he turned back to his lips. Kissing them roughly and drunkly, rather then the tender and sloppy kiss he gave earlier.

He sucked and nibbled on Chanda's lower lip, hands treading and gripping the slaves long hair by the root. Tugging at it expectingly as he continued to rock his hips.

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