Jewels [M]

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda's eyes slid shut as he finished braiding the last of his hair in a rows of tight braids before tying it up in its usual style.

The small, tight braids flowed around him, skimming over his bare chest and legs and settling on the bed around him.

He wore nothing but a conveniently draped cloth over his crotch and his collar; the little silver chains resting on his collarbone.

He sat silently waiting for Asar to appear in the doorway.

[Asar]

Asar was cooled from a bath. Hair, his own rather then a wig the rest of his family wore, was damp and curled. But his body was dry from the sun and still soft from the oils.

He wore some fine silks and glittering jewels - even though he wont set foot outside the villa. It was only to show status among the slaves. On his feet were sandals, another difference between him and the slaves. The only thing missing from him was a skip in his step or his childish antics.

Entering his room, his gazed feel on his slave, and he was almost taken aback.

His hair was different. Pretty. Tiny braids falling all around his body, brushing the skin, forcing the eyes down to his lower body were a piece of cloth was his only modesty.

He felt himself warm at the mere sight of him, suddenly reminded of how beautiful his slave was.

He padded over, brushing a hand over the braids before giving one an experimental tug.

[Chanda Sen]

His eyes slid shut when his hair was tugged, pulling gently at his scalp.

Just like Asar, Chanda preferred having his own hair to owning a wig or being bald. His hair was all his own, though it was damaged heavily the ends in a disarray of dry, dead hair and split ends. He couldn't bring himself to cut it.

Chanda pushed off the bed, standing so he towered over the boy, pressing his body forwards against him, hips swaying gently to a non-existent beat, the cloth slipping from his lap to pool at his feet. He was freshly shaved, his skin smooth.

His lips pressed against Asar's ear. "I've been waiting for you, Master," he purred lowly.

[Asar]

Both hands lowered to grip the hips, watching them sway and the stomach rolling. Silver eyes glanced up into gold ones as their bodies pressed together. He felt him move against his body, and he pressed a thigh against his slave naked groin.

A shiver ran up his spin and his breath hitched.

"You have?"

His lips quirked and he pressed a kiss against Chanda's collarbone, cocking his head slightly to the side, feeling warm breath ghost over it.

[Chanda Sen]

"Mhmm."

Gently, he coaxed the boy to turn around and sit on the bed.

Chanda leaned over him, hands resting on either side of the boy's hips as he leaned even closer, lips feathering against Asar's in a gentle kiss.

His tongue traced the shape of his Master's lips slowly before he pulled away.

The man began humming, a soft lilting tune filling the room as his hips began swaying. Occasionally he tossed his head, his long braided hair flying out around him in an explosion of black.

His stomach muscles rolled and tensed as he stepped back slowly to the middle of the room, touching himself teasingly for the boy.

[Asar]

Asar let his slave push him down on the bed, entranced by him.

He felt the body beneath his hands, smoothing over the front, feeling each dip or bump. He squeezed light were the flesh was softer, and kept his hand still where he could feel muscle move.

He could also just taste him on his lips. His own tingled and he pushed forward to deepen the kiss only for the other man to move.

He whined, but stayed put, eyes on the slave.

His body flushed and warmed watching the erotic dance. His groin twitched. Shamelessly he gently rubbed between his legs, thighs spreading a little. He looked on approvingly, licking his lips and letting out soft breathy moans.

[Chanda Sen]

The man smirked a little when he caught sight of Asar touching himself at the sight of him.

Sex was sex. And dancing was dancing. People watched him all the time while he did both. There just wasn't much overly appealing about it any more.

But dancing like this... This was something private; only those with the best price got to see him dance erotically like this. Each movement was designed to tease and please the viewer. Everything from his fingers stroking over his own skin to his hair flying out around him like an entity of its own.

The wanted to entrance the boy. Make sure he only had eyes for him. There was nothing but his body and his teasing touches.

[Asar]

The longer he watched Chanda dance like this, the more aroused he felt, And not just between his legs. His lips were slightly parted before he nibbled his lower lip and then licked it, his whole mouth feeling a little dry. His skin was flush, around his half lidded eyes and creeping down his neck. Squirming, his toes curled.

He wanted to touch him, as nice as the dance was. Feel him writhe under him. Hear him purr.

Another soft whine escaped him.

"Come here." He almost begged it out.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda strolled forwards, a soft sway to his hips, long hair still flying out around him with each movement.

When he reached the bed, he dropped to his knees between the boy's legs.

He leaned forwards, lips almost skimming the silky material of the boy's skirt teasingly.

"What do you want from me, Master?" he purred lowly, golden eyes turning up to meet Asar's silver.

[Asar]

His stomach dipped as he watched his slave drop between his legs. They spread a little more, his hand moving away to balance himself as he leaned back.

He squirmed watched the lips skirt across his clothing - which did nothing to hide his arousal. Slightly translucent and almost weightless. It was almost like another layer of skin.

"Suck me."

He kept his hands still, trusting his voice would be enough that the slave would follow command.

[Chanda Sen]

His lips curled into a little smirk at the order.

"Yes, Master."

His fingers pushed under the silk, pushing it up his thighs slowly until his arousal was fully uncovered. The material bunched around his waist.

Chanda bowed his head to lave his tongue over the length of his arousal and up the centre of his stomach, pausing to scrape his teeth over a nipple gently before returning to his Master's arousal.

His lips parted around his sensitive head, tongue pressed against his slit before his lips parted further and he took the boy deep in his mouth, suckling softly.

[Asar]

Asar took in a slow and deep breath, fingers clenching the sheets as the tongue licked his arousal.

Pleasure ran through him seeing Chanda do as he was told.

His stomach jumped and his rib-cage became prominent, arching forward as as the ridges of the teeth brushed over his nipple.

His breath trembled a little. Soft moans became louder as Chanda took him deeper. His toes curled and he bucked his hips. Head tossed back and he shifted his weight on on side, watching Chanda take him.

One hand rested on the braided head, thumb stroking encouragingly.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda's pace was slow and sure.

He knew what he was doing and his actions proved that better than anything else could.

His pace was almost painfully slow, but he took the boy deep, taking him up to his balls, tip of his nose barely brushing against the soft skin of his Master's navel.

He'd had a lot of practise with pleasuring people with a much more impressive size than Asar.

The man swallowed around his master's arousal before pulling back, lip skimming over his sensitive head again before taking him deep once more.

[Asar]

Asar body quickly became sticky. And it squirmed and twitch by just being in his slave's mouth.

Letting out another whine, his hips bucked needy as Chanda's lips moved up his arousal. He let out a mewl as the tongue flickered over the head, the air seemingly cool around his erection before his Slave's lips moved back down.

He lifted his feet onto the edged of the bed to thrust his hips easily into Chanda's mouth. Wanting to make his lips sore and have him purr around his erection.

"P-" He gasped and rolled his hips before containing himself. "Pleasure yourself."

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda purred softly around the boy's arousal as his hips bucked up into his mouth.

The boy seemed to be enjoying himself. That was good.

He wanted Asar to enjoy himself. That was his main goal for tonight. Get him to thoroughly enjoy himself.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't have ulterior motives.

His hand slid down his own stomach at the command, fingers stroking over his hardened flesh with a purr.

[Asar]

Hearing his slave purr while taking him like this made him shiver and whine with his own pleasure.

His hand trembled and his gripped the braids harder, tugging on them before pushing down on the head, bringing the other male closer.

The corners of his parted lips curled.

With a deep breath he twisted his body without warning. One foot on the floor, the other kneeling on the bed. It was easier to roll his hips and fuck his slaves mouth like this.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda gave a surprised grunt when Asar moved unexpectedly.

His hands shot out to grip Asar's thighs, nails biting into his dark skin as his hips rolled easier now he was't pushed down against the bed.

The man's teeth scraped gently over his Master's arousal as he continued to bob his head.

[Asar]

Asar hissed and his body bent as teeth scrapped over his arousal. It hurt, but it was not unpleasurable. More of a surprise then anything that made his hips buck and hands jerk with a fist full of braided hair.

He bent a little more, the tips of his hair brushing the bed. Eyes squeezed shut as he focused on the warmth around his arousal. Hips moving faster, wanting more until his was overwhelmed having little regard for his slave.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda's hands slid up to grip Asar's hips when he began moving too eagerly against him.

He couldn't deal with that much enthusiasm without choking.

Asar was going to have to slow his pace a little.

The man began moving Asar's hips at a gentler pace. This was easier to deal with.

[Asar]

Asar let out a soft whimper, feeling his rhythm being forcefully slowed down. It was almost painful now. Left wanting and needing more.

He cupped his slaves head with both of his hands, trying to buck his hips and pick the fast rhythm up again. His legs buckled slight, his forehead now pressed into the bed, his whole body flushed and hot.

His lips moved to their own according, panting out his slave's name. Wanting more, but his brain to fogged up with pleasure to shout a command.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda purred softly when his name was called out.

Poor Asar was so frustrated and under so much sexual stimulation that he couldn't even give him an order.

The man found that more amusing than he probably should.

His teeth scraped teasingly over his shaft once more.

[Asar]

He let out a high moan as teeth scrapped over his arousal again. And another moan when he could not slam back into his slaves mouth.

More pleasure coiling inside, leaving him shaking.

He started regretting forcing the change in position. His legs felt weak, and it was uncomfortable when he was not taking control. But he was too close to pull away.

He called his slaves name out again, trying to make himself more dominant, less needy.

[Chanda Sen]

The boy's calling out of Chanda's name had the opposite effect than what he intended.

Chanda found that made the boy seem more needy. He wasn't calling out to 'a whore.' He was calling his name out specifically; needed him specifically to bring him pleasure.

The man's nails bit harder in the boy's skin, scraping downwards violently, leaving bleeding cuts in their wake.

[Asar]

Asar let out a shriek of surprise and bit blanket.

Knuckles white, toes curled, and eyes stinging, he did not move. Instead he continued to try and thrust into the mouth. His chest heaved, and the bottom rib pressed against Chanda's head, the whole front of the body collapsed on the bed.

He knew he should punished the slave from marking him, causing pain. But he likes that it was Chanda doing this. Marking him, like the marks that littered his slaves body. Make him feel used and wanted.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda's head continued to bob, purr still sounding deep in his throat as his nails clawed at his skin over and over.

He knew this would get him a punishment when Asar's head was cleared, but for now he seemed to be enjoying it.

Anything the boy enjoyed at the moment would work in his favour.

He wanted the man writhing beneath him in pleasure.

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