The air in the temple was warm enough that I felt no chills as my robe was removed from my torso. Hot hands touched my stomach and chest, eliciting gasps and moans whenever I could gasp enough air to make sounds at all. I couldn’t get enough of the feeling of Andrian’s mouth against mine, and I found myself struggling to breathe as I demanded more and more from the man in my arms.
Our tongues entwined as I tugged at his robe, pulling it down from his shoulders. When I finally pulled away from his lips, I immediately sank my teeth into his shoulder, hard enough to leave a lasting mark, but not quite enough to draw blood. Mine.
As I bit into him, I felt him shudder and grow still against me. Teeth still embedded in his skin, I caressed his back and shoulders, feeling his heart pound through his chest into mine. My mind sobered a bit as we leaned against each other, skin to skin, breathing heavily and gently stroking every bare inch of skin we could touch.
Eventually, I released my jaw, freeing his tender flesh. His skin was clearly marked with the shape of my teeth, red and angry. I gently licked the indents I’d left behind and Andrian shivered, goosebumps rising up all the way down his back. I followed the trail with my fingers, from the nape of his neck to the base of his spine and I heard him draw a ragged breath.
He pulled back a little, leaving me gazing into his amber eyes that almost seemed to glow in the candlelight. I could see both his desire and his uncertainty in those eyes. I wondered if mine reflected the same. There was no question of what I wanted. In that moment, I knew, more than anything, I wanted this man. I wanted to connect with him, to hold him, to make him mine. But still, I was uncertain. Could I? Could we?
We lay side by side on the bed, staring into each other’s eyes, both of us searching for answers to unasked questions.
“I-is it really okay?” I asked, breaking the silence.
“Is what okay?” Andrian responded in a tentative voice.
I blushed and averted my gaze. Summoning my courage, I answered, “Before, you said ‘whatever I want.’ Is that really okay?”
“Falyn, my Falyn,” he whispered softly to me, and I carefully looked back in his direction. His expression was soft and he assured me, “Of course it’s okay. I know how hard you've been trying and what we have now is more than enough. We don’t have to–”
“That’s not what I meant!” I interrupted before I clamped my mouth shut, too embarrassed to continue. Andrian looked confused for a moment, but then he seemed to realize what I was thinking. The uncertainty vanished from his eyes, leaving nothing but his desire.
“Then you’ll have to show me what you meant, won’t you?” Andrian asked with a playful smile. “I’m okay with anything.”
Emboldened by his words, I gently pushed him down and rolled on top of him. Holding myself up with my arms on either side, I looked down and confirmed, “Anything?”
He responded by grabbing me by the neck so he could pull me down and devour my lips. I responded in kind, trying to taste every inch of his mouth with my tongue until it became unclear who was devouring whom. I ran my hands down his leanly muscled chest, grazing the sides without making proper contact with the hardened nubs that begged for my attention. The hand on my neck clenched everytime I skipped over those more sensitive spots.
I pushed back against Andrian’s hand and he released my neck, freeing me from his ravenous kisses. As soon as I regained my freedom back, I bit into his neck. I didn’t bite as hard as before but I nipped and sucked until there was a clear red mark that I could tell would take at least a few days to fade. The teeth marks on his shoulder looked inflamed and showed signs of bruising. I felt a faint sense of guilt that I’d injured him, but it was overwhelmed by the thrill of seeing my mark on him.
As I left more marks all over his neck and chest, Andrian’s breathing grew heavier and he kept making small noises when I used my teeth or when I’d pause to breathe over his still untouched nipples. It became a game for me, trying to elicit new and different noises out of him. We’d touched each other more than enough to know each other’s sensitive spots, but this was the first time I’d taken the lead since that first night in Shelfort. Was this how he normally felt? This powerful feeling that came from surrendering yourself to the pleasure of your lover?
The memories of every caress I’d received from him guided me as I finally gave some attention to one of the stiffened tips I'd been deliberately ignoring until now. I swirled my tongue around the taut surrounding skin and grazed my teeth across the tip.
“Ahh!” Andrian let out an unmuffled cry as he gasped and writhed at the sensations. Despite his uneven breathing, he still managed to laugh softly as he said, “I see you've been paying attention.”
Thinking of how I was using his own techniques to torment him, I gave him a coquettish smile and asked, “Am I a good student?”
“Very good,” he answered, “although I do have one suggestion for improvement.”
“Oh you do?” I teased, as I continued to touch his chest and run my fingers over his stomach.
“Yes, I do,” he affirmed with a mischievous smile, grabbing one of my hands and pulling it downwards. “Here,” he instructed and placed my hand on his already erect length. “You should touch here too.” He proceeded to guide my hand up and down in a stroking motion.
Letting him do as he pleased with my hand, I brought my lips to his untouched nipple and gently pulled it into my mouth. After giving it my full attention, I began to move lower, grazing his ribcage with my teeth and gently biting into his stomach. I trailed my tongue over the waistband of his pants and continued to slowly rub his length, even after his own hand had fallen away.
Mentally preparing myself, I tugged at his waistband and pulled his pants off, freeing his lower body and tossing the discarded garment into the corner. I’d tried it once before, taking him into my mouth, but it had ended in near disaster when I panicked and pushed him away. Since then, I’d only ever used my hands. Andrian, on the other hand, had no qualms about taking me deep into his throat, even letting me grip onto his head when I lost control. He seemed to enjoy doing it as well. I wondered if I'd like it now too, the feeling of taking him into my mouth and swallowing him down.
I grasped his shaft with one hand and cautiously ran my tongue over the tip. A salty taste spread over my palate and Andrian made an indecipherable noise at the contact. I wanted to hear more of those noises. Throwing caution away, I opened my lips and took him into my mouth, sliding my tongue along the underside of the head.
“Hah,” Andrian gasped, “Ugh, Falyn…” I felt his body stiffen slightly. A quick glance told me he was gripping on to the bedsheets with his hands, making sure he didn’t do anything that might startle me. Even in the midst of everything we were doing, somehow he still managed to think about my comfort. I felt a pleasant, sticky feeling welling up in my heart.
Slowly, I started bobbing my head up and down, taking only the tip into my mouth, my hand still gently stroking the rest of his length. I carefully watched his reactions as I moved to figure out what he liked. As I grew more confident, I began to take more of his length into my mouth, swallowing him down a little bit at a time. Thinking I could handle it, I pushed my head down further and attempted to take him into my throat– and had to immediately fall back as I started gagging and coughing, my body determined to reject the foreign object.
“Woah, Falyn, are you alright?” Andrian's voice was full of concern as he sprung up to check on me.
“I'm–ugh–I'm fine,” I assured him, “just give me a moment.”
“You've done enough already,” he told me, “you don’t need to force yourself.”
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“Did it look like I was forcing myself?” I asked, worried that he had misunderstood my reaction. I felt my face go red as I admitted, “I just went a little too fast and choked myself a bit… but I liked it too.” That last part was barely audible. I wanted to look away as I told him, but I couldn’t let myself turn away from his gaze.
Andrian swallowed loudly and asked, “You did?” I could see the fear written across his face. Fear of being rejected, of being pushed away again. In that moment, all that mattered was chasing that fear away.
“I did,” I answered him honestly, struggling to ignore how embarrassed I felt to say it out loud. “I liked it a lot and I want to keep going... Can I?”
“You can, but…” This time it was Andrian’s turn to turn red. Not his face, but the tips of his ears, which burned a bright shade of crimson, barely visible in the dim light of the candles. He reached over to the table and picked up one of the small bottles sitting there. He placed the bottle in my hand and said, “If you want to go any further, you’ll be needing this.”
I looked at the bottle in my hand with a puzzled expression and asked, “What is it?”
“It’s a scented oil,” he explained as the red from his ears slowly crept down to his neck. My mind made a connection and my face grew even hotter. I suddenly felt nervous. I had absolutely no idea what I was supposed to do next. I stared down at the bottle in my hand. I knew what the end would look like, but I’d never considered how we’d get there.
“I see,” I said quietly, wondering if I should just admit that I didn’t know what to do. Even though it was probably obvious, it was hard to actually say it.
Andrian chuckled as if he understood my thoughts. He took the bottle from my hand and opened it, pouring some of the liquid into the palm of his hand, and using it to coat one of my fingers. He leaned in close and spoke softly into my ear, “You start with one.”
Understanding his meaning, I brought my hand down and carefully traced my finger over the tight opening in the back. Andrian’s breathing sounded a little rough, but I followed his instructions and began to push my slick index finger inside. Thanks to the oil, I was able to slide in without any friction, but his body felt like it was resisting the intrusion.
“Keep going,” he instructed, between increasingly ragged breaths, “all the way.” I took him at his word and continued pressing inwards until he had taken in my entire finger. I saw neither pleasure nor pain on his face, but he did look a little bit uncomfortable.
“Is it okay?” I asked. “Should I take it out?”
“It’s okay, but get some more of the oil before you continue.” His voice sounded a little strained, so I hastily withdrew my finger from inside. Obeying his instructions, I took the proffered bottle, poured a generous amount of the oil into my hand, and coated my finger with it.
I spread the excess over the puckered skin of his entrance, then slowly began to slide my finger back in. There was less resistance this time and I was able to push it in all the way to my knuckle with surprising ease. I moved my finger a little, testing the hot, tight space it was buried in.
“Good,” he whispered, “keep moving it like that.” His voice made me shiver in anticipation of what was to come.
One finger soon became two, as Andrian continued to guide my hand with his whispered instructions. My hand began to move on its own, fingers sliding in and out, twisting and pressing outward. As I continued, I found a spot with a different, somewhat smoother texture. Whenever I grazed that spot, Andrian’s entire body shuddered and his enduring erection would twitch in response. It took me a while to figure out the angle, but once I knew its location, I rubbed it repeatedly with crooked fingers.
“Hah, there, hnng, good,” Andrian murmured between unintelligible sounds, which assured me that I was doing it right.
I kissed a trail from his neck, down his chest, to his stomach. The head of his penis had a clear liquid beginning to drip from its tip and I lapped it up before recapturing him inside my mouth. I sucked and licked around the head before making a second attempt to take him deeper into my throat. Remembering where I’d gone wrong before, I moved slowly, incredibly slowly, and willed myself to relax. Like I was swallowing a pill, I opened my throat and he slipped past the gagging point. A strange suffocating sensation started welling up, but it subsided as I figured out how to breathe around him through my nose.
We both remained still for a moment before I tested the waters by moving my head a little; up and down, with careful small movements. The feeling of his length tickling the back of my throat made me feel like I was going crazy and I started moving my fingers inside him once more. Andrian was quickly reduced to only making unintelligible sounds, which only goaded me further as both the movements of my head and hands increased.
Finally losing control of himself, Andrian let out a roar and suddenly grabbed onto my head with both hands. One of his hands tangled itself in the hair on the back of my head, while the other caressed my cheek. Remembering the moments when I’d grabbed onto his head in the throes of pleasure, I let go of my inhibitions and allowed him to take complete control of my movements.
Whenever he pressed my head down and grazed the depths of my throat, my lower half twitched with excitement, straining against my pants. It was harder to breathe when I wasn’t in control but somehow I managed to adjust, gasping in just enough air when he released the pressure. I added a third finger and found that spot inside of him again, relentlessly pressing into it until Andrian let out an inarticulate cry. I felt warm liquid spurting into the back of my throat, so far down that I couldn’t even taste it. The space around my fingers tightened and pulsed as he released his seed.
He held onto my head for another moment before his hands fell away and I came up gasping for air. Andrian lay on the bed languidly, breathing heavily and looking quite content. He waited for me to catch my breath before sealing my mouth with his, taking my breath away once more. As he devoured my lips, he started pulling at the pants that still covered my lower half, stripping them off of me without breaking the kiss.
After waiting so long, I moaned into his mouth the moment his hand grabbed onto my aching erection. He ate my moans as I lost myself in the pleasure of his hand caressing my hard length. Slowly, painfully slowly, his firm grip moved up and down, and my moans degraded into whimpers as he teased me. Eventually, he pulled his hand away and reached for the bottle of oil that still lay next to us on the bed. He poured the bottle’s contents into his hand and grabbed onto me again, covering me from root to tip in the slick liquid.
His hand guided me lower until I was pressed against the opening that had contained my fingers previously, sliding it back and forth against the tight entrance. He leaned in close and whispered into my ear, “Is this what you want?”
“Mmmm, yes, Andri, please,” I pleaded back to him, applying a little bit of pressure to his back hole.
“Good… nice and slow,” he coaxed me, shifting his hips to accommodate me.
I pushed a little harder and felt his body tense around me as my tip began its slow entrance into him. The rounded head of my penis finally passed through the tight entrance and the straining muscles clamped down on my shaft. Even with just the tip inside, I felt a pleasure more intense than any I’d felt before, and I had to pause for a moment to collect myself. I took a deep breath as I accepted the almost painful tightness of being inside him.
Andrian shifted his hips again, giving me better access, and I began to slowly push the rest of my length into him. He groaned into my shoulder and said, “Good boy, keep going.”
A shiver ran down my spine and I pushed the rest of the way in. We both gasped as I pressed my body against his, fully sheathed inside of him. We stayed like that for a moment, as close as we could ever be, maintaining eye contact as our hearts pounded in time.
“I-is it alright?” I finally asked.
Knowing what I meant, Andrian said, “It’s alright. You can move whenever you’re ready.”
I shifted my hips back, pulling halfway out before pushing back in. It felt so good that it didn’t feel real anymore. I began thrusting, slowly at first, but quickly building into more confident, faster movements that made my toes tingle from the pleasure of it. Andrian grabbed onto me and wrapped his legs around me, goading me into moving faster, harder. Remembering the location of the spot my fingers had teased so relentlessly, I aimed my thrusts at an angle I thought would hit it.
“Mmm Falyn, there, right there, ahhh, so good,” Andrian’s deep moans told me I’d found the right spot. Pressed between our stomachs, he’d already become hard again. I grabbed his length and began stroking it in time with my thrusts. It felt so good that I was quickly approaching my limit, and I wanted him to find his second release before I had mine.
“Hnng, Andri… I-I’m gonna,” I wanted to tell him I was close, but I could only gasp out a couple words.
“Mmm, me too,” Andrian groaned, “just a bit more. Harder, harder!”
At his encouragement, I let go of my last vestige of restraint and pounded into him full force. For a time, only our gasping breaths and the sound of flesh meeting flesh could be heard. My hand moved frantically, and just as I was reaching my peak, I felt Andrian explode all over my hand. When he came the second time, his insides clenched around me, so hot, so tight, and I couldn't hold out any longer. I gave a few final uncontrolled thrusts, and released my passion inside of him. For a moment the whole world went white, as I felt the intense climax in every fiber of my being.
I fell into his arms, breathless and euphoric. He held me against his chest and our sweat slicked bodies felt like they were stuck together. I pulled out long after I’d already grown soft, not wanting to break our connection until I absolutely had to. We lay there like that for a long time, listening to the sound of each other’s heartbeats, savoring the closeness we now shared. My partner. My mate. Mine.