Soon Cicero had finished with Astien’s feet, but he didn’t want this to end yet, oh no, it just couldn’t... “Perhaps it is not only the Listener’s feet that require Cicero’s attention?” he said hopefully. “The Listener has aching muscles all over his body; Cicero can see how tense he is...”
“Ummm...”
“Don’t be afraid,” Cicero said quietly.
“I’m...I’m not. Shall I -- uh -- shall I lay down on the bed?”
Cicero nodded. “But first...Cicero will be able to do much more for you if you take off your armor, Listener.”
And now there was just the slightest hint of a smile on the Listener’s careworn face. “Close the door.”
And soon Astien’s broad, muscled back was spread out before Cicero, yes, just a bit of cloth draped over his round buttocks, and Cicero was happy, so happy. He poured oil into his hands and set to work, massaging, kneading hard with fists and palms and fingers, attacking every bit of tension until he felt it melt away under his hand... “Oh, so tense, Listener,” he purred.
“Mmh...hard contract...” he mumbled. “Oh!” He let out a groan like a bear as Cicero dug his knuckles into the small of his back. “Mmm...mmh...missed you, Cicero.”
The jester’s heart quickened. “Missed me?” he chuckled, hardly daring to believe what he had heard. At last, at last, he was almost certain... He moved to Astien’s thighs. The Listener twitched a little as Cicero’s fingertips grazed the sensitive area. “Shh...it’s all right. Relax.”
“Ahh...ohhhhh.”
And when the Keeper had worked his way down Astien’s legs, he took a deep breath. “Would you like to turn over?”
“Ummhh...” He could see that Astien’s cheeks were flushed.
“Please...you can do this for Cicero. It’s all right. Cicero understands.” He tugged at the edge of the cloth. “Please, may I take this?”
“Y...yes, Cicero.” The cloth fell away, and Astien was completely naked. He rolled over onto his back. His manhood jutted out from a small crop of dark hair, thick and pleasing to Cicero’s eye.
The Keeper inhaled. “Oooohh, so perfect...so beautiful...oh, yes, Cicero likes you like this.” He ran his hands down the Listener’s bare, slightly hairy torso.
He was looking up at Cicero with worry in his big brown eyes. “Is this all right? I mean...are we supposed to do this? Listener and Keeper...”
“Oh, Listener.” Cicero giggled as his fingers crept down Astien’s belly. “The Dark Brotherhood is an organization of mercy and love. Cicero loves the Listener...and he wants to give him mercy.” He wrapped his oiled fingers around Astien’s erection.
“Mmm!”
Cicero slowly began to pump Astien’s cock, relishing the sounds of his heavy breathing, his moans of pleasure. Oh, if this moment could only last forever. Surely there would be many more like this, but it would never be the first time again. “Ahh! Mm!” He bucked into Cicero’s hand. “Oh, sweet Sithis...”
Gods, his plump cock looked so delicious, glistening with oil in Cicero’s fist. “If it please the Listener,” Cicero breathed, “Cicero’s mouth is almost as good as his hands...”
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“Ummm...”
“Don’t be afraid,” Cicero said quietly.
“I’m...I’m not. Shall I -- uh -- shall I lay down on the bed?”
Cicero nodded. “But first...Cicero will be able to do much more for you if you take off your armor, Listener.”
And now there was just the slightest hint of a smile on the Listener’s careworn face. “Close the door.”
And soon Astien’s broad, muscled back was spread out before Cicero, yes, just a bit of cloth draped over his round buttocks, and Cicero was happy, so happy. He poured oil into his hands and set to work, massaging, kneading hard with fists and palms and fingers, attacking every bit of tension until he felt it melt away under his hand... “Oh, so tense, Listener,” he purred.
“Mmh...hard contract...” he mumbled. “Oh!” He let out a groan like a bear as Cicero dug his knuckles into the small of his back. “Mmm...mmh...missed you, Cicero.”
The jester’s heart quickened. “Missed me?” he chuckled, hardly daring to believe what he had heard. At last, at last, he was almost certain... He moved to Astien’s thighs. The Listener twitched a little as Cicero’s fingertips grazed the sensitive area. “Shh...it’s all right. Relax.”
“Ahh...ohhhhh.”
And when the Keeper had worked his way down Astien’s legs, he took a deep breath. “Would you like to turn over?”
“Ummhh...” He could see that Astien’s cheeks were flushed.
“Please...you can do this for Cicero. It’s all right. Cicero understands.” He tugged at the edge of the cloth. “Please, may I take this?”
“Y...yes, Cicero.” The cloth fell away, and Astien was completely naked. He rolled over onto his back. His manhood jutted out from a small crop of dark hair, thick and pleasing to Cicero’s eye.
The Keeper inhaled. “Oooohh, so perfect...so beautiful...oh, yes, Cicero likes you like this.” He ran his hands down the Listener’s bare, slightly hairy torso.
He was looking up at Cicero with worry in his big brown eyes. “Is this all right? I mean...are we supposed to do this? Listener and Keeper...”
“Oh, Listener.” Cicero giggled as his fingers crept down Astien’s belly. “The Dark Brotherhood is an organization of mercy and love. Cicero loves the Listener...and he wants to give him mercy.” He wrapped his oiled fingers around Astien’s erection.
“Mmm!”
Cicero slowly began to pump Astien’s cock, relishing the sounds of his heavy breathing, his moans of pleasure. Oh, if this moment could only last forever. Surely there would be many more like this, but it would never be the first time again. “Ahh! Mm!” He bucked into Cicero’s hand. “Oh, sweet Sithis...”
Gods, his plump cock looked so delicious, glistening with oil in Cicero’s fist. “If it please the Listener,” Cicero breathed, “Cicero’s mouth is almost as good as his hands...”