Cicero pulled out the gleaming jar of oil, the casing as shining and smooth as the liquid inside. He uncorked the jar and dipped his fingers inside, the slippery mess never ceasing to amuse him even as he put the jar down and dipped his finger to the lovely listener’s wrinkled hole. Cicero was a gentle fool when he wasn’t stabbing people. Cicero knew how to treat his listener.
Oiled fingers teased the pucker, circling around the listeners opening over and over as the dark body shivered. Cicero licked his lips in anticipation as a single finger sunk past the listener’s tight orifice. Oh what a wonderful hole the listener had! Cicero was going to enjoy this.
In and out the keeper’s finger went, stretching the listener who still slept on even with his face scrunched into such an expression! Brows low, eyes tight, nose scrunched and that wonderful mouth in such a perfectly round shape; Cicero adored the look on the elven face even as a second finger squeezed itself in. The body arched against the stretch, a gasp escaping those lips. Cicero licked his own and dipped his head. The throbbing cock of his listener needed attention, and Cicero was willing to give now that his listener was at his fingertips.
Cicero sucked in the tip of the listener’s penis, sucking and licking with enthusiasm. His fingers thrust into the listener, searching for that one place that always made Cicero himself see stars. Cicero liked to play with himself, but playing with the listener was so much better! He twisted his fingers this was and that until he found exactly what he was looking for. The listener’s body arched high off the bed, his cock digging deep into Cicero’s throat. But Cicero was prepared for that. As the listener’s body spasmed from the onslaught, another of Cicero’s fingers slipped in.
Three fingers were perfect. Three fingers Cicero could use to massage the Listener until his body couldn’t take it.
Would the listener wake up when he came?
Cicero’s fingers rubbed and pressed against the Listeners prostate. The body twitched and writhed against Cicero’s fingers, but Cicero kept going. Cicero sucked and sucked, licked and played with the Listeners penis; his tongue playing with the tip on an upward stroke, and his mouth sucking as it dipped.
Cicero’s other hand was playing with Dyorn’s balls again, massaging and fingering. He felt the tightening of the sacks and knew that his Listener would cum soon, would spill his seed into Cicero’s gullet. Cicero hummed at the thought and pushed onwards, quickening his fingers and pressing more firmly into Dyorn’s sweet spot. A thrash of the body had Cicero giggling, and said body cried out as the seed burst forth from the Dark Elf’s cock. Cicero drank his fill, swallowing what the other had to offer before pulling off and cleaning the listeners cock with his tongue. He licked his lips when he finished and pulled his fingers free, staring down at the listener who’s cheeks help a dark flush, lips spread as he panted, and better yet, the listener had not woken.
Cicero didn’t have to stop! Cicero could find his own pleasure in Dyorn’s body too!
Cicero looked down at his own bugling crotch, the pleasure he’d given the Listener had affected himself just as much. He reached down and pulled himself free from his pants, untying the binds and letting himself into the open air. He was swollen and hard and craved to be inside his Listener. The keeper grabbed the jar of oil and used it on himself, slathering it thickly on his dick. He then used what was left over to once again finger his Listener and make sure the other was prepared.
Cicero was sure it was true when he pulled away. Cicero had been thorough, Cicero was sure to slide into that tight heat just nicely. He scooted himself forward, lifting the Listener’s legs and lining himself up with the Listener’s opening. He slid in slowly, groaning at the tight feel. The Listener was so tight! Cicero was sure he was going to burst at the lovely squeeze that the tight hole was giving him.
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timeasmymeasure
Keeping the Listener : 3/?
Date: 2013-07-02 08:17 pm (UTC)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Cicero pulled out the gleaming jar of oil, the casing as shining and smooth as the liquid inside. He uncorked the jar and dipped his fingers inside, the slippery mess never ceasing to amuse him even as he put the jar down and dipped his finger to the lovely listener’s wrinkled hole. Cicero was a gentle fool when he wasn’t stabbing people. Cicero knew how to treat his listener.
Oiled fingers teased the pucker, circling around the listeners opening over and over as the dark body shivered. Cicero licked his lips in anticipation as a single finger sunk past the listener’s tight orifice. Oh what a wonderful hole the listener had! Cicero was going to enjoy this.
In and out the keeper’s finger went, stretching the listener who still slept on even with his face scrunched into such an expression! Brows low, eyes tight, nose scrunched and that wonderful mouth in such a perfectly round shape; Cicero adored the look on the elven face even as a second finger squeezed itself in. The body arched against the stretch, a gasp escaping those lips. Cicero licked his own and dipped his head. The throbbing cock of his listener needed attention, and Cicero was willing to give now that his listener was at his fingertips.
Cicero sucked in the tip of the listener’s penis, sucking and licking with enthusiasm. His fingers thrust into the listener, searching for that one place that always made Cicero himself see stars. Cicero liked to play with himself, but playing with the listener was so much better! He twisted his fingers this was and that until he found exactly what he was looking for. The listener’s body arched high off the bed, his cock digging deep into Cicero’s throat. But Cicero was prepared for that. As the listener’s body spasmed from the onslaught, another of Cicero’s fingers slipped in.
Three fingers were perfect. Three fingers Cicero could use to massage the Listener until his body couldn’t take it.
Would the listener wake up when he came?
Cicero’s fingers rubbed and pressed against the Listeners prostate. The body twitched and writhed against Cicero’s fingers, but Cicero kept going. Cicero sucked and sucked, licked and played with the Listeners penis; his tongue playing with the tip on an upward stroke, and his mouth sucking as it dipped.
Cicero’s other hand was playing with Dyorn’s balls again, massaging and fingering. He felt the tightening of the sacks and knew that his Listener would cum soon, would spill his seed into Cicero’s gullet. Cicero hummed at the thought and pushed onwards, quickening his fingers and pressing more firmly into Dyorn’s sweet spot. A thrash of the body had Cicero giggling, and said body cried out as the seed burst forth from the Dark Elf’s cock. Cicero drank his fill, swallowing what the other had to offer before pulling off and cleaning the listeners cock with his tongue. He licked his lips when he finished and pulled his fingers free, staring down at the listener who’s cheeks help a dark flush, lips spread as he panted, and better yet, the listener had not woken.
Cicero didn’t have to stop! Cicero could find his own pleasure in Dyorn’s body too!
Cicero looked down at his own bugling crotch, the pleasure he’d given the Listener had affected himself just as much. He reached down and pulled himself free from his pants, untying the binds and letting himself into the open air. He was swollen and hard and craved to be inside his Listener. The keeper grabbed the jar of oil and used it on himself, slathering it thickly on his dick. He then used what was left over to once again finger his Listener and make sure the other was prepared.
Cicero was sure it was true when he pulled away. Cicero had been thorough, Cicero was sure to slide into that tight heat just nicely. He scooted himself forward, lifting the Listener’s legs and lining himself up with the Listener’s opening. He slid in slowly, groaning at the tight feel. The Listener was so tight! Cicero was sure he was going to burst at the lovely squeeze that the tight hole was giving him.