“Oh Gods yes, please, Cicero.” Astien sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, and Cicero knelt on the stone floor. Cicero laughed to himself -- if kneeling before a god were always this delicious, perhaps he’d have worshipped the Divines instead. He took Astien’s cockhead into his mouth, licking and probing all around it with his tongue and listening to the man groan. Then he let the shaft pass his lips until the round head tickled the back of his throat. Slowly, he slid it back out, just barely grazing Astien’s shaft with his teeth. Astien sighed and tangled his fingers in Cicero’s long red hair, guiding his head up and down, massaging his scalp with his fingertips and just barely, ever-so-gently pulling...Cicero was quivering with delight. He wrapped one arm around Astien’s waist and used the other to caress his balls.
Faster now, faster...he could tell that Astien was close. He squeezed a handful of Cicero’s hair tightly, pulling a little harder now, and the little jolt of pain drove the Keeper wild. As Astien’s moans grew more and more urgent, he gently pushed Cicero’s head back. “Hands,” he gasped. “With your hands.”
“As you say, Listener,” Cicero quavered, and quickly applied more oil to his hands. It took Astien only a few thrusts before he finished. He moaned Cicero’s name as his hot come spurted onto the Keeper’s hands and Astien’s belly.
“Ohhh, Cicero...” He lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, panting. “That was...incredible.”
“Cicero is happy to be of service to the Listener.” Cicero dampened a cloth in the basin of perfumed water and tenderly cleaned Astien up. Then, he crawled into the bed and nestled his head into the Listener’s shoulder and neck, draped his arms across Astien’s beautiful naked body, sighed contentedly.
“What about you? Don’t you want...um...” Astien was blushing again.
Cicero burst out laughing. “Oh, Listener! I know you’re a man of few words, but this is ridiculous.” He put his finger over Astien’s lips and whispered in his ear. “Cicero is enjoying this. Just this. The Listener can return the favor...later.”
“As you wish.” And they lay together, Astien stroking Cicero’s hair, and Cicero, for once, keeping his mouth shut, until the the lanterns burned themselves out and the room grew black and the silence and the warmth of Astien’s body were all that existed for Cicero. And just for a moment, Cicero’s mind was at peace.
Re: The Living Need Tending, Too - 4/4
Faster now, faster...he could tell that Astien was close. He squeezed a handful of Cicero’s hair tightly, pulling a little harder now, and the little jolt of pain drove the Keeper wild. As Astien’s moans grew more and more urgent, he gently pushed Cicero’s head back. “Hands,” he gasped. “With your hands.”
“As you say, Listener,” Cicero quavered, and quickly applied more oil to his hands. It took Astien only a few thrusts before he finished. He moaned Cicero’s name as his hot come spurted onto the Keeper’s hands and Astien’s belly.
“Ohhh, Cicero...” He lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, panting. “That was...incredible.”
“Cicero is happy to be of service to the Listener.” Cicero dampened a cloth in the basin of perfumed water and tenderly cleaned Astien up. Then, he crawled into the bed and nestled his head into the Listener’s shoulder and neck, draped his arms across Astien’s beautiful naked body, sighed contentedly.
“What about you? Don’t you want...um...” Astien was blushing again.
Cicero burst out laughing. “Oh, Listener! I know you’re a man of few words, but this is ridiculous.” He put his finger over Astien’s lips and whispered in his ear. “Cicero is enjoying this. Just this. The Listener can return the favor...later.”
“As you wish.” And they lay together, Astien stroking Cicero’s hair, and Cicero, for once, keeping his mouth shut, until the the lanterns burned themselves out and the room grew black and the silence and the warmth of Astien’s body were all that existed for Cicero. And just for a moment, Cicero’s mind was at peace.