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“You have no reason to fear anything sweetheart. If they do
start to surface we can always stop.”
Slowly Laeon nodded. He wanted this. He wanted to not be
afraid of intimacy but he knew he could not dive into it. Slow and steady was
how he would have to take this. Once more he pressed his lips to his master’s
with a groan but gasped when he felt a hand cupping his manhood. Sevaran’s
hand. He pulled away slightly with a sharp breath when he felt someone touching
him in this gentle manner. Blue irises shone and smiled upon Laeon and they
were greeted with silvery grey ones that shone love and a hint of lust in
return.
“Sevaran…” Laeon breathed.
“Shhhh just feel. Don’t think.”
Laeon allowed himself to focus on Sevaran’s hand upon his
hardening manhood, allowing himself to let all thoughts wash away. Don’t think,
just feel. He focused his energy to the hand on his growing erection, sensing
the gentle strokes of his lover. Something in him caused him to shudder and
caused his manhood to swell with desire even more. Then before he could
register what was happening he felt the calloused hand against the smooth flesh
of his organ, stroking it ever so tenderly. A small gasp of pleasure loosened
his lips as silver and sapphire met again. In his haze of lust Laeon kissed his
prince excitedly and with a small moan, his hips tilting into the sweet touch
of Sevaran’s bare hand. Sevaran’s hand gently rubbed against the very smooth
flesh of Laeon’s cock before fingers curled around the hardened flesh, his
thumb bushing over the tip of his cock. He had always wondered how Laeon’s cock
felt in his hand. The flesh like silk. Smooth and sleek. Even the hair
surrounding Laeon’s manhood was fluffy and downy soft. What surprised Sevaran
even more was how gifted his petite lover was. He had not expected such a large
cock on a smaller male but he was rather delighted at the prospect. Curling his
fingers around Laeon’s penis, he eagerly returned his lover’s affections,
nipping lightly at his lower lip and began to slowly stroke him.
“Ahh…Varan…” He breathed.
The strokes came quicker and were soon accompanied by soft
kisses upon Laeon’s neck. Sevaran’s beard scratched against his flesh. Soft
whimpers and small moans emitted from Laeon’s lips as he felt himself come
closer and closer to his finish.
“Come for me my sweet. Give into your flesh.” Sevaran
whispered into his ear before pressing his lips against Laeon’s jawbone.
It didn’t take long for Laeon to finish. Tanned fingers
clasped onto his friend’s shoulders as he buried his face into the man’s neck,
not wanting to be heard as he came. He had always muffled himself when he would
reach his climax, only because he did not want to give his former masters any
satisfaction in ‘pleasuring’ him. But Sevaran, he was different. Even as Laeon
hit his peak Sevaran stroked the cock in his hand, milking it of every last
drop Laeon had to give, a small smile upon his lips at the warm milky liquid
that had spilled onto his hand. He pressed a kiss to the soft locks upon
Laeon’s head, a hand stroking his friend’s spine lightly. The warm breaths
Laeon exhaled brushed against his neck every so lightly. This brought and even
bigger smile to his face. There were so many things about this man that he
enjoyed The way he blushed when Sevaran would flirt with him, the softness of
his copper skin, the silky way his hair felt, whenever he would smile, the way
his silver eyes shined when he was happy, the way those same silver eyes would
gaze at him adoringly.
“Laeon.” He whispered.
But Laeon didn’t hear him, he was too distracted by what had
just happened. He was slumped in Sevaran’s lap, the man’s hand around his now
flaccid member and his fingers trailing along the length of his spine. No
thoughts or memories of old haunted him, just the thought of wanting more from
Sevaran. It was true. He did want more. Not just sex but a deeper bond with
him. After a moment he shifted and glanced up to his lover, eyes shining in
desire.
“Varan…” he whispered with a smile and received a smile in
return as Sevaran kissed him once more. Tongues battled for dominance once more
as saliva exchanged between them. Laeon became a bit possessive and needy with
his kissing. He lusted for more of Sevaran, not just his sex but of the man
himself. Sevaran pulled away, his lip being bitten slightly by his lover. The
sapphire eyes shone with love and adoration. Laeon was safe with Sevaran. And
for the first time in his life he was confident of this. The prince would never
strike him, never hurt him.
“Varan sia itov.” Laeon whispered in draconic. The language
came to him naturally, rolling off his tongue in a melodious fashion. He called the prince ‘my love’, for it was
true. Laeon did love him, and it was not until this moment that he had realized
it. His cheeks heated up in a flush at the broad smile Sevaran flashed at him.
It matched the look of pure delight glimmering in the prince’s blue eyes.
“Aye a'mael?” Sevaran replied in his own tongue. Laeon was
his beloved. He meant it from the heart when he said this. He had fallen in
love with the man the first time Laeon was summoned to him It was Laeon’s turn to smile and he kissed
Sevaran again but pulled away slightly. Their foreheads touched, as Laeon
cupped Sevaran’s cheek, stroking his beard with slender tanned fingers.
“I want more my love.” Laeon spoke in the common speech. “I
want more of you…I want you to show me what it is like…when one consents to the
act of…making love.”
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