Re: Jewels [M]

[Asar]

Asar's body thrashed in a mixture of delight and pain. The warmth around his erection, the purr from his slave and the nails digging into his skin, leaving it feeling raw and stinging was all too much for him, but also not enough.

One hand tugged relentlessly on the braided hair, the other raked at the bed.

His slave's name past his lips a few more times, loud and wanting, but he would refuse to admit they were begging. Begging meant asking please, which never passed his lips, or groveling at someones feet. It was what peasants and slaves do.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda pulled away from the boy abruptly, smirking down at him darkly as he stood.

He pushed Asar further up the bed and straddled him.

The boy's arousal, wet from being in his mouth, pressed against his arousal.

Slowly he sank down onto his Master's arousal, groaning softly.

[Asar]

Asar whimpered as the other male moved away. He pulled on the braids in a sorry attempted at bringing him back between his legs. He let himself be moved by his slave, joints feeling too weak and shaky.

This was not in his control, but he felt fine about it. More then fine. He will deal with it later, as it was expected on him.

He inhaled sharply and arched as his erection was stimulated again, burried in a tight heat. Hands gripped the thighs, unknowingly leaving small bruises.

Sliver eyes half lidded and full of lust, he watched Chanda, watching his face twist as he groaned. It was followed by his own.

"T-touch yourself."

[Chanda Sen]

"Yes, Master," he purred as he began rocking his hips fast and hard against the boys.

His hands slid over his own body; his shoulders and smooth chest, dipping down to stroke over his stomach.

By the time his fingers touched his heated flesh he was whining softly. He had had a lot of time to find out what made him react in what way. He knew how to tease himself to the point of insanity and these light little touches to very sensitive areas of his body were almost enough to bring him to that point.

[Asar]

"Fuck-"

This was what he needed and wanted. The hard and fast pace, constantly being overwhelmed by sensations that it was hard to register them all. Just pure pleasure.

His body rolled underneath the other male. Hands gripped the bed covers. His stomach dipped with each quick breath.

It was hard not to toss his head back with his eyes squeezed shut. But it was worth it, seeing his slave become lost in his own pleasure. There was always something erotic seeing him pleasure himself, or in pleasure at all.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda's muscles tensed and relaxed as he pleasured himself and rocked over the boy's body.

His teasing touches had riled him up and now he had more satisfying touches he was quickly becoming worked up himself.

His lips parted and he breathed his Master's name softly.

[Asar]

Asar's heels dug into the bed and he let out a loud moan. He was close. Being wound up so much, ridden so hard and then hear his name uttered like that almost became too much-

But still almost.

He was on the curb, unable to focus. His lips felt dry and his body was sticky and he could not stop trembling his slave's name out.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda wanted Asar to come. To really enjoy the experience.

His hazed mind tried to come up with some way to get him to remember this experience fondly. Something...

His lips parted without him thinking the decision through.

"Come for your little slut."

[Asar]

Asar bucked, warmth washing over his body as he cried out. His whole body quivered before he relaxed. Panting fast and then slowly, long and deep.

He stayed still for for a moment, not realising his yes were shut until he turned to look up at his slave. Satisfied and approving.

His lips curled happily at his words. He admitted it, and that made everything a little better.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda couldn't help but grimace as the boy came inside of him.

He still hated the feeling.

But he had made Asar come and that was his main objective of the day; even if he had said something that tore his pride to shreds.

Chanda moved to lay besides the boy, nuzzling closer to him, lapping gently at his neck as his fingers stroked over his chest.

[Asar]

Asar purred at the tongue licking his collar bone, the warm body beside him and the finger tips tickling his chest. It made him squirm and pull his slave closer, head tilting.

Yes, this was a lot better then the sex he has had over the last few days. Left him feeling warm, fulfilled and tired, rather then just the latter.

He rolled and pinned his slave, straddling his thigh. His grin stretched and he pressed his thigh between his slaves leg.

"You're still hard."

He released the pressure of his thigh before adding it again, just a little harder.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda stared up at his Master when he pinned him down.

His eyes slid shut and he gave a soft groan when the boy's thigh pressed between his own.

His hips pressed down against Asar's leg, grinding eagerly down against it when he pressed it to him harder.

[Asar]

Asar pressed kisses and left bite marks as he wriggled down the body, liking how his slave would respond to him, pressing up against his thigh.

He shifted so his was between the legs, thighs spread before him. His hands smoothed over the thighs, and his cheek pressed against his slave's arousal, his hair lightly skimming it. Sliver eyes took in the body, appreciating it fully now his mind was not fogged up with pleasure.

"Ah, you look so pretty like this."

Leaning his head to the side, his lips skimmed a couple of times down the inside thigh until his bit the skin.

[Chanda Sen]

His hips shifted slightly to press his arousal to the boy's cheek when his cheek pressed against him.

There was that 'compliment' again. Pretty.

Chanda's eyes flickered open for a moment to watch Asar's head dip lower, purring as he felt his lips skim over his thigh.

The Slave hissed softly when he was bitten.

[Asar]

He let out a soft giggle at the hiss, moving his head to quickly bite another patch of skin.

Leaning back, he admired the little marks, thumb rubbing over the sensitive patches. He continued to rub them, almost entranced by the little ridges before he pressed down, silver eyes flicking up to watch his slave's reaction.

[Chanda Sen]

He groaned softly at the second bite.

The hiss had been due to shock more than pain, and now he had been bitten once, he expected a second bite thus gave a less violent reaction.

Chanda bit his lip, shifting a little when the bites were pressed on.

His lips parted slightly.

[Asar]

There was little noise or movement coming from his slave. Although watching his lips, still swoolen from having him in his mouth, being pulled and stretched by the teeth by the teeth before parting deliciously was fascinating to watch. He wanted to kiss them.

But he also wanted to see him squirm.

He settled on both, leaning up to press his own lips against his slave's, sucking on the lower lip before pulling away, thumb pressing harder and and nail digging into the skin.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda returned the kiss eagerly.

He whined softly when his lip was sucked on, pressing up against his Master's body.

The man writhed under his Master when he pulled away and the bite was pressed on again.

[Asar]

His lips curled in delight, watching the slave squirm under him. Muscles clenching and the body jerking and twisted, it made him let out a short breath of arousal.

Curling the end of a braid around his finger he tugged at it. He kept it taught as he leaned down kissing his navel, feeling the head of his erection slide down his neck and chest.

He kissed the flesh until he felt his lips press against the piece of metal attached to his belly button. Teeth clamped around it and pulled before he brought it into his mouth. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked, lightly stretching the skin it was attached to. The jewellery left a metallic taste on his tongue and it clattered against his teeth.

[Chanda Sen]

His stomach pressed up against the boy's mouth as he kissed his navel.

Chanda's eyes slid shut and he moaned when Asar began sucking at the piercing, tugging at the flesh around it slightly.

He writhed under the boy.

All this was riling him up. He wanted to come.

[Asar]

He purred, hearing each sweet sound and silver eyes watching each twitch of the slaves body.

He sucked on it until he was sick of the taste of metal, wanting to taste the slave beneath him.

He licked the patch of skin under the piercing. Slightly salty, with the slight hint of the oils he used to bathe himself in. He nibbled and sucked it, wanting to make another bruising mark on the skin before he bent lower to press his lips against the slit.

[Chanda Sen]

He moaned softly as Asar left a mark on his navel.

Since he had been taken as Asar's Slave, he had been marked so much more than usual. Asar had an obsession with marking him. He didn't care too much now he didn't have to work as a whore to feed himself.

His hips bucked up and he gave a loud moan when he felt lips brush against his slit.

[Asar]

As soon as his slave bucked, he took the head of the slave arousal into his mouth. It felt heavy and hot on his tongue, and he liked the taste a lot more then the metal piercing. Like the piercing, he began to suck it, silver eyes on his slave.

One hand curling around the erection while the other smoothed over the slaves thigh. He could still feel the ridges of the bite, but he could feel them slightly fade. From the amount of bite marks he left on his slave, he guessed the marks will disappear by tomorrow night.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda gasped, head falling back when Asar took him into his mouth.

He didn't want to beg at the moment.

Tonight was supposed to be about Asar. Begging and making demands could tamper with that; sour his Master's mood. He couldn't have that.

He bit his lip to keep his mouth shut.

[Asar]

He wanted to he him beg for more of him. Unravel the slave to nothing but pants and moans at his doing. Him. And no one else.

Asar bobbed his head a little lower, the corners of his lips stretching and the rest rubbing against the sensitive skin until they tingled. His tongue rolled over the erection, a little trill running though his at the whole dirtiness of this. Having a slave in his mouth and tasting him on his tongue.

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