And it came to pass that in time the Great God Tholassi spake unto Sataro, the Chosen One:
“Psst!”
And it came to pass that in time the Great God Tholassi spake unto Sataro, the Chosen One:
“Psst!”
Soft, gentle kiss. His fingers are digging into Sataro's wrists hard enough to bruise.
"Years."
He clings to Ashka's shoulders.
"I — spent years not thinking about it — hating how much I loved when you touched me —"
"Well, now you're mine, and I'm going to touch you if I like whether you hate yourself for it or not."
Ashka starts to undo Sataro's pants.
Ashka pins his hips to the bed with both hands and presses the softest kiss to the tip of his cock.
"Are you going to be good? It won't change anything if you aren't, I'll just have to fuck your thighs instead and you won't get to finish."
Ashka kisses and licks Sataro's dick, so so lightly, almost maddeningly. His fingers dig in to Sataro's hips.
He bites his lip again and puts his hands on Ashka's head, doesn't push doesn't pull, holds himself so so still.
Delightful.
Ashka has had rather a lot of practice with this and has no gag reflex. His fingers pinch and squeeze Sataro's hips.
What happens if he nibbles Sataro's dick and digs fingers into his hips hard enough to bruise at the same time?
He shudders and his breath comes out broken and he pulls involuntarily on Ashka's hair and comes.