“That’s it. Don’t be shy,” he coaxed. “Use your tongue. Ohh, yeeesss, just like that...heh heh...oh!” He tilted his head back and closed his eyes as the Listener’s eager little lips and tongue sent thrills of pleasure through him. “Cicero cannot believe you have not done this before.” He pressed a little further into the Listener’s mouth. “Ohhh, yes, Listener, truly, you belong in a Riften brothel...mmm...yes...but your mouth is all mine...all Cicero’s...ohhhhh...”
He began sliding his cock in and out of the Listener’s mouth, slowly, gently. He resisted the urge to thrust back into his throat and gag him...this dear young creature had surrendered himself to Cicero; it would not do to scare him away now. He must restrain himself. But gods, it was torture. “Use your hands. Touch me.” He guided one of the Listener’s hands to his balls. Thael didn’t need much more instruction than that; he played with them, squeezed them gently, tickled them with his fingertips, had Cicero shivering with delight.
Cicero looked down so he could watch his beautiful Listener pleasure him. That was when he noticed Thael’s other hand, insolently wrapped around his shaft.
Oh, you naughty, naughty Listener. With a gentle hand, he reluctantly pushed Thael’s head back. Thael pulled his hand away immediately when he saw Cicero gazing down at him. Cicero raised an eyebrow. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”
“I’m sorry, Master. I couldn’t help myself.”
Cicero tsk-tsked and shook his head. “We’re going to have to do something about this defiant streak of yours, Listener. Now, let’s see...what does Cicero have in his bag of tricks?” He felt in his coat pockets. Aha! There they were. His silk scarves. He knew they were sturdy enough to have uses beyond distracting the boors... “Stand...there, Listener; just there. Yes, I think this tree should do nicely. Put your hands on that branch.”
The branch was just high enough that the Listener had to stretch to reach it. “Wh – what are you going to do?”
“Cicero is going to restrain these wandering hands.” He chose a scarlet scarf, wound it around Thael’s wrists several times, and then looped it around the tree branch, tying its two loose ends into a fastidious knot. “For your own protection. Cicero does not want to have to punish his dear, dear Listener.”
Thael wriggled against his restraints. Every tempting inch of his lissome body was at Cicero’s command. He could hardly believe his good fortune. He took one of Thael’s nipples between his thumb and forefinger and pinched hard, giggling when he heard the elf’s breath catch in his throat. “Do you like that, Listener?” He pressed his lips to the Listener’s chest, tasting, biting, flicking his tongue against the sensitive little nubs. The Listener’s squirming and wordless sighs gave him the only answer he needed. He moved his hands to Thael’s ribcage, stroking the delicate ridges, and held him as he leaned in to kiss his flat belly. He nipped and licked at Thael’s flesh, following a trail down his midsection towards his groin, but stopping just short of it.
Thael groaned. “Oh, Master! Please!”
“What’s wrong, my sweet?” He giggled. As if he didn’t know.
“I need you to touch me...please!”
“But I am touching you, my dear.”
“Not...there...”
“Where do you want it, Listener?” He caressed Thael’s back, which was damp with sweat now. “Here?”
“No!”
“Hmm...not there...let’s see...how about...here?” He stroked the Listener’s cheek, slipped a finger into his mouth. The Listener whimpered, sucked at it greedily. Cicero laughed softly. “Oh, Cicero is just teasing, Listener. He knows what you want.” He knelt, his fingers brushing across the skin of Thael’s torso as he moved his hands down, down. “Well, you’ve been mostly good, Listener. I suppose I can reward you.” He kissed the head of Thael’s cock, then slowly took it into his mouth. The Listener cried out with relief and bliss.
If At First You Don't Succeed... 7/?
He began sliding his cock in and out of the Listener’s mouth, slowly, gently. He resisted the urge to thrust back into his throat and gag him...this dear young creature had surrendered himself to Cicero; it would not do to scare him away now. He must restrain himself. But gods, it was torture. “Use your hands. Touch me.” He guided one of the Listener’s hands to his balls. Thael didn’t need much more instruction than that; he played with them, squeezed them gently, tickled them with his fingertips, had Cicero shivering with delight.
Cicero looked down so he could watch his beautiful Listener pleasure him. That was when he noticed Thael’s other hand, insolently wrapped around his shaft.
Oh, you naughty, naughty Listener. With a gentle hand, he reluctantly pushed Thael’s head back. Thael pulled his hand away immediately when he saw Cicero gazing down at him. Cicero raised an eyebrow. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”
“I’m sorry, Master. I couldn’t help myself.”
Cicero tsk-tsked and shook his head. “We’re going to have to do something about this defiant streak of yours, Listener. Now, let’s see...what does Cicero have in his bag of tricks?” He felt in his coat pockets. Aha! There they were. His silk scarves. He knew they were sturdy enough to have uses beyond distracting the boors... “Stand...there, Listener; just there. Yes, I think this tree should do nicely. Put your hands on that branch.”
The branch was just high enough that the Listener had to stretch to reach it. “Wh – what are you going to do?”
“Cicero is going to restrain these wandering hands.” He chose a scarlet scarf, wound it around Thael’s wrists several times, and then looped it around the tree branch, tying its two loose ends into a fastidious knot. “For your own protection. Cicero does not want to have to punish his dear, dear Listener.”
Thael wriggled against his restraints. Every tempting inch of his lissome body was at Cicero’s command. He could hardly believe his good fortune. He took one of Thael’s nipples between his thumb and forefinger and pinched hard, giggling when he heard the elf’s breath catch in his throat. “Do you like that, Listener?” He pressed his lips to the Listener’s chest, tasting, biting, flicking his tongue against the sensitive little nubs. The Listener’s squirming and wordless sighs gave him the only answer he needed.
He moved his hands to Thael’s ribcage, stroking the delicate ridges, and held him as he leaned in to kiss his flat belly. He nipped and licked at Thael’s flesh, following a trail down his midsection towards his groin, but stopping just short of it.
Thael groaned. “Oh, Master! Please!”
“What’s wrong, my sweet?” He giggled. As if he didn’t know.
“I need you to touch me...please!”
“But I am touching you, my dear.”
“Not...there...”
“Where do you want it, Listener?” He caressed Thael’s back, which was damp with sweat now. “Here?”
“No!”
“Hmm...not there...let’s see...how about...here?” He stroked the Listener’s cheek, slipped a finger into his mouth. The Listener whimpered, sucked at it greedily. Cicero laughed softly. “Oh, Cicero is just teasing, Listener. He knows what you want.” He knelt, his fingers brushing across the skin of Thael’s torso as he moved his hands down, down. “Well, you’ve been mostly good, Listener. I suppose I can reward you.” He kissed the head of Thael’s cock, then slowly took it into his mouth. The Listener cried out with relief and bliss.