Sithis bless him, the man was so overwhelmed he didn’t even know what he wanted. “Slow down, sweet Listener,” Cicero murmured. With his index finger he traced a path down Thael’s neck to the collar of his shirt. “We have all the time in the world. Cicero will give you everything you want, of course...but all in good time. First you must give Cicero what he wants.”
“Yes, yes, anything, please!” Thael clung to Cicero and rested his head against his chest, and then added in a whisper: “Master...” Oh, Cicero liked the sound of that very much. “Stand there. Undress for Cicero. Not too quickly, please.”
Thael stepped back and gave Cicero a coy smile that nearly drove him mad – well, madder, anyway. He pulled off his traveling boots and his stockings, balancing awkwardly on one foot, then the other. Cicero couldn’t help but laugh to see his lithe and stealthy Listener do something so graceless. Besides the boots, he was wearing only a loose-fitting wool shirt, green to match his eyes and embroidered around the collar, and trousers of soft russet leather. He lifted his shirt, tantalizingly slowly, exposing, inch by inch, his muscular midsection, his chest just slightly shaded with dark hair, his strong shoulders and his long, sinewy arms...
“Oh, but you are exquisite, Listener,” Cicero murmured. He was unable to resist the urge to stroke himself as he watched the Listener lower his trousers, and, after a brief attack of shyness, his loincloth.
Oh, he was delectable. His buttocks were smooth and plump and mahogany-colored like the rest of him, and his short but thick member stood at rigid attention against a tuft of hair. Cicero could not wait to devour him.
He saw Thael’s hand stray towards his cock. Oh, Cicero wouldn’t have that. “No,” he said abruptly. “Listener, you must not touch yourself unless I permit it.” The Listener had so little experience, and Cicero wanted him to last.
“No.” Thael jerked his hand away. “Sorry, Master.”
Cicero beckoned him over. Thael fairly lunged at him; Cicero placed a restraining hand on his chest. “Oh, Listener. So eager...so tempting.” With slow delectation, he explored Thael’s torso with his hand, mapping muscles and tendons, savoring the feel of his smooth, hot skin... “You’re quite fetching, you know. Cicero cannot believe you have been keeping this divine little body to yourself all this time.” He stroked his back and his narrow waist and – Thael inhaled – his beautiful buttocks. His hands wandered around to Thael’s front, his thighs, and lingered a painful inch or two from his throbbing manhood. “Keeping it hidden away for so long. Selfish Listener! But now it’s all mine...yes...all for Cicero.” He traced a finger along the contour of Thael’s inner thigh, and the elf moaned with frustration. “Do you like being Cicero’s plaything, Listener?”
“Yes.” His voice was barely audible.
“Then why have you ignored him for so long?” Cicero’s hand snaked around Thael’s thigh to squeeze his arse.
“I didn’t know – I wasn’t sure. I thought you were just...being kind to me.” He shuddered as Cicero slipped his hand between his arse cheeks. “Oh! I – I didn’t want to look stupid. I didn’t know what to do.”
Cicero chuckled. “Cicero thinks not. Cicero thinks you have been teasing him on purpose. Now you must repay him for the way you’ve been tormenting him.”
“No! I really didn’t know! It wasn’t on purpose, I swear!” A little pushback. Cicero liked that. “You dare contradict your master?”
“No...but I didn’t...”
“For someone called the Listener, you’re doing an awful lot of talking! Silence! Get on your knees.” Thael obeyed, and Cicero took down his trousers, freeing his hard cock. “Open your mouth. Cicero will teach you to give pleasure rather than withhold it, Listener.” He placed his hand on the back of Thael’s head and guided it towards his cock, letting his plump head pass Thael’s lips.
If At First You Don't Succeed... 6/?
“Yes, yes, anything, please!” Thael clung to Cicero and rested his head against his chest, and then added in a whisper: “Master...”
Oh, Cicero liked the sound of that very much. “Stand there. Undress for Cicero. Not too quickly, please.”
Thael stepped back and gave Cicero a coy smile that nearly drove him mad – well, madder, anyway. He pulled off his traveling boots and his stockings, balancing awkwardly on one foot, then the other. Cicero couldn’t help but laugh to see his lithe and stealthy Listener do something so graceless. Besides the boots, he was wearing only a loose-fitting wool shirt, green to match his eyes and embroidered around the collar, and trousers of soft russet leather. He lifted his shirt, tantalizingly slowly, exposing, inch by inch, his muscular midsection, his chest just slightly shaded with dark hair, his strong shoulders and his long, sinewy arms...
“Oh, but you are exquisite, Listener,” Cicero murmured. He was unable to resist the urge to stroke himself as he watched the Listener lower his trousers, and, after a brief attack of shyness, his loincloth.
Oh, he was delectable. His buttocks were smooth and plump and mahogany-colored like the rest of him, and his short but thick member stood at rigid attention against a tuft of hair. Cicero could not wait to devour him.
He saw Thael’s hand stray towards his cock. Oh, Cicero wouldn’t have that. “No,” he said abruptly. “Listener, you must not touch yourself unless I permit it.” The Listener had so little experience, and Cicero wanted him to last.
“No.” Thael jerked his hand away. “Sorry, Master.”
Cicero beckoned him over. Thael fairly lunged at him; Cicero placed a restraining hand on his chest. “Oh, Listener. So eager...so tempting.” With slow delectation, he explored Thael’s torso with his hand, mapping muscles and tendons, savoring the feel of his smooth, hot skin... “You’re quite fetching, you know. Cicero cannot believe you have been keeping this divine little body to yourself all this time.” He stroked his back and his narrow waist and – Thael inhaled – his beautiful buttocks. His hands wandered around to Thael’s front, his thighs, and lingered a painful inch or two from his throbbing manhood. “Keeping it hidden away for so long. Selfish Listener! But now it’s all mine...yes...all for Cicero.” He traced a finger along the contour of Thael’s inner thigh, and the elf moaned with frustration. “Do you like being Cicero’s plaything, Listener?”
“Yes.” His voice was barely audible.
“Then why have you ignored him for so long?” Cicero’s hand snaked around Thael’s thigh to squeeze his arse.
“I didn’t know – I wasn’t sure. I thought you were just...being kind to me.” He shuddered as Cicero slipped his hand between his arse cheeks. “Oh! I – I didn’t want to look stupid. I didn’t know what to do.”
Cicero chuckled. “Cicero thinks not. Cicero thinks you have been teasing him on purpose. Now you must repay him for the way you’ve been tormenting him.”
“No! I really didn’t know! It wasn’t on purpose, I swear!”
A little pushback. Cicero liked that. “You dare contradict your master?”
“No...but I didn’t...”
“For someone called the Listener, you’re doing an awful lot of talking! Silence! Get on your knees.” Thael obeyed, and Cicero took down his trousers, freeing his hard cock. “Open your mouth. Cicero will teach you to give pleasure rather than withhold it, Listener.” He placed his hand on the back of Thael’s head and guided it towards his cock, letting his plump head pass Thael’s lips.