Re: A Dance of Sight and Sound [M]

[Asar]

Asar purred and nuzzled his slave as he jerked and moaned, thrusting the single finger inside the male at a slow rhythm.

"You sound pretty, too." He mumbled, mostly too himself, pressing a few more kisses onto the skin. Not like the last whore he had - that thing sounded too much like a woman for his liking.

He pressed a second finger inside, deeming him ready. And then a third, eager and sure that his slave could take it. And if not, he would make more pretty noises.

The other hand slipped between his legs and gripped his half-arousal. His breath became a little faster, the war air ghosting over his slaves skin as he kept his cheek pressed against the back.

[Chanda Sen]

After the initial shock of the action, he settled into enjoying the finger thrusting into him slowly, hips even pressing back with each thrust.

Pretty? He liked his moans. Thought they were... pretty.

He didn't know whether he should be flattered or insulted at the 'compliment.'

Chanda moaned once more when another finger was pushed into him, gasping then groaning with slight discomfort as a third finger stretched him a little.

He could handle it, but a third finger wasn't usually added immediately after the second. It had been a little uncomfortable but he got over it quickly, thrusting back against his fingers again.

[Asar]

Each gasp and groan from the slave made Asar's arousal twitch and a thrill course though his body.

He moved so it was his forehead pressed against the damp skin, listening to each breathy moan. His body jerked if they became suddenly louder, or if his slaves breath would hitch.

He stayed there, enjoying the pleasure of jerking himself, and the tightness around his fingers. They curled and stretched until he could push this forth finger in, leaving the thumb pressed between the cheeks.

The hand around his arousal trembled in anticipation, and he chewed on his bottom lips until it was sore.

[Chanda Sen]

He gave a low groan at the stretch the fourth finger pushing into him caused.

Chanda bit his lip sharply, hips thrusting and grinding against his Master's fingers eagerly, moaning softly.

He hadn't expected this. This was pleasurable for him. Usually his clients took what they wanted and didn't care about his pleasure. But Asar was actually giving him pleasure and he was going to enjoy it to its fullest.

"Please," he groaned softly.

[Asar]

As soon as he heard Chanda beg, he pulled his fingers out and pressed his arousal in. Already throbbing, and too naive, to tease and wait until the slave was trembling and begging with each breath beneath him.

He pushed in slow yet steady, letting out a low groan at the tightness around the sensitive flesh.

Hand gripped onto the slaves hips, pulling them closer until the tightness was at the base of his erection. He began to thrust slow and long, biting his lip again and groaning. Water splashed around them in rhythm, which became faster each time, replacing the sound of skin slapping against skin.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda groaned happily when Asar pushed into him immediately.

No teasing, no torture. He was happy with that. Asar wasn't torturing him, teasing him with gentle touches until he got to the point of snapping. He just gave him what he wanted.

The older man thrust back against Asar eagerly.

One of his hands moved down to stroke his own arousal, jerking himself of quickly. He hunched over a little with a low moan.

[Asar]

Asars thrusts became quicker, and the teeth clamped around his own lips could not stop his breathy moans.

One hand slipped lower to grip his slaves erection, to feel how it was against the palm of his hands. He felt his slaves own hand above his. He did not bother to shoo it away, or bring his own back to grip the hip again.

Instead, he squeezed the part he had in his hand. It was thicker then his own. The water stopped him knowing the texture, or how heavy or hot it felt. He frowned and brought his hand up until his thumb rubbed over the slit. It was longer too.

The darker skinned male groaned, not knowing he would like the feeling of another's arousal in his hand so much. Or maybe it was just Chanda's?

He began to jerk his slave off, little care if the others hand was still there or not. He moved his hand in time with his hips, water beginning to splash out the sunken bath and onto the floor.

[Chanda Sen]

He moaned softly when Asar's hand joined his own on his arousal.

His hips jerked when Asar gave his arousal a little squeeze, his own hand falling away to rest on the edge of the bath once more.

The man gave a soft whine when his thumb brushed against his slit, biting his lip as his his rocked and jerked in his Master's hold.

Chanda writhed and moaned softly, thrusting back against Asar's arousal then forwards into his hand, over and over.

[Asar]

Hearing the slaves moans and feeling him squirm beneath him made himself gasp and whine. He was making his slave make those noises. Him. No one else. And it made him almost come knowing that fact.

He forced himself away from his slave, as much as he throbbed and quivered.

"Turn back over."

He wanted to see his slaves face. How it twisted with each of his thrusts. And his body, to watch it squirm and the defined muscle tense.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda gave a pathetic whine when Asar pulled out of him, hips pressing back in a silent beg for more.

When whined again when he was given the order, turning over obediently to stare up at the boy, legs curling around his waist to pull him back against him, hips grinding insistently against his Master's.

He wanted Asar to fuck him hard.

Now.

"Asar," he growled softly, hips still grinding against him.

[Asar]

Asar let out another groan as he was pulled forward, and his name was called out. He liked hearing it, making him feel needed.

He knew he should punish him. He did not specifically ask for his name to be called out. And he knew his father would disapprove of being tolled what to do by a slave. But at his moment in time he just wanted to fuck the other male, especially when his hips grind against his like that, and how his face looked flushed and needy.

His thighs quivered and his groin ached. He knew he was close.

The cogs in his brain worked and he grinned.

He pressed back inside the other male, thrusting fast before he came - shamelessly quick. With out a second glance, as hard as it was, he pulled back to catch his breath, feeling warm and satisfied.

"Clean yourself up, and another slave will show you to my room."

He dragged himself out of the pool, the redhead slave girl hurrying inside with Asar's clothes and a cloth to dry himself with.

[Chanda Sen]

He groaned again when Asar thrust into him once more.

His lips parted in shock when the boy came inside of him so quickly then just stood up.

Chanda's eyes followed Asar as he disappeared from the room.

Had he just fucked him and left him, hard and wanting? After he had pleased him like that he had seriously thought that he would at least get him to come once.

The man groaned and slumped into the bath, eyes sliding closed.

If Asar did this every time he fucked him, he was going to be spending a lot of time pleasuring himself afterwards.

He sighed softly as his hand moved to stroke himself.

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