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“Are you absolutely sure?”
“Mhmm… I am”
The blue was beautiful, blinding, and cold. Ithaqua stared right in the orb, icy but comfortable feeling washed over him, he could feel his mind slowly slipping, the edges of his vision blurring, as if dancing. His limbs felt as if they were on fire, something burning deep inside, and as if the space around him was a cloud.
Ithaqua could feel himself tipping over, his back almost hitting the bed-sheets, his eyes dazed, but a pair of hands caught him before he could. The big hands holding one of his arms, he could still see the prominent knuckle bones, as well as the clean and well maintained fingernails, another resting on his back, supporting him as he felt weightless.
The touch was delicious, like a spark starting a fire. The places where hard skin connected with his body felt heated, a comfortable feeling spreading from them, like of a warm piece of rock, contradictory to his lover’s usual body temperature.
Ithaqua hummed in comfort, his vision still dazed, but he could spot out the silvery-white hair. He tried reaching for it, wanting to touch the frozen tips, but his hand was not cooperating well.
“Shhh… Just relax, sweetheart.” The soft, deep voice whispered, and Ithaqua felt like he was under a spell. His body immediately relaxed and became a putty, free to twist to Stibnite’s desires.
“How about… you take your shirt off for me?” The voice suggested, a bit unsure, but eager. Ithaqua’s fingers found the buttons, he slowly unbuttoned every single one, and shook off the shirt, the night’s chill not affecting him in the slightest, he couldn’t even feel it.
Stibnite stared at the beautiful body in-front of him, the pale expanse of skin, toned muscles from hunting, his long torso, his ribs lightly visible. He wanted to hold him and never let him go.
The dazed and hypnotized state makes Ithaqua especially cute, but well, he’s cute all the time.
Stibnite took his shirt from where Ithaqua dropped it, folding it casually -
“And your pants, please.”
The younger of two twitched at the word, but his body was already doing what it was asked of, his fingers clumsily unbuttoning his pants. His motions were a bit sluggish, due to the fuzziness he felt, he was aware of the situation, but his world was covered with a layer of blur and fuzz, as every sensation felt scalding.
He was so potent to Stibnite’s every word, obedient to the absolute.
Stibnite moved more to the head of the bed, resting his back against the headboard. One of his hands rested on his thighs as he slowly palmed himself through his pants with the other, it was becoming unbearable.
“Can you do something for me honey?” He asked, the tantalizing voice felt like honey in Ithaqua’s throat, he wanted to do everything the other asked. He nodded once, blinking slowly as he rested on his knees and hands, just to be closer to the other man. He looked like one, big, lazy cat. One that just woke up from a nap, and was ready to stir up trouble.
Stibnite unzipped his pants and beckoned Ithaqua closer with one hand. As the other came shuffling towards him on all fours, he couldn’t help but scratch under his chin as a silly gesture, the other just reminded him of a cat so much.
“I want you to help me, Ithaqua.” The younger’s eyes, even though dazed, almost crinkled in a smile. He got to work fast, he wanted to make the other person feel good, as if pleasing his lover was the only purpose for him now.
Even in this state, when his world was dancing like wet watercolors, he knew how to make Stibnite feel good, they were at a point in their relationship, where they both knew what exactly made the other run wild.
Ithaqua laid down on his stomach in front of the older one, his hands gripping the hard member, softly touching it and rubbing up and down.
“Take it into your mouth.” Stibnite felt so aroused at that moment, if he became even harder, he’d turn into a real rock.
The kitten licks on the head drove him crazy, it was ticklish in the best way. The long white fingers worked on his shaft, and thumbed right under the glans, that place was always extra sensitive for Stibnite, and he thought he was about to come right then and there.
After working him up more, Ithaqua took the head of the member into his mouth, going slowly, but steadily. Inch after inch, until it was so far inside his throat it weighed down on it.
It was so comforting, and Stibnite felt like he was being squeezed, the pressure so good he couldn’t believe it, but he had to tell Ithaqua to take it slow, as he was scared the other one would just choke without his word.
As Ithaqua pulled off, a thin line of spit connected his mouth with Stibnite’s member. He looked up at his lover's face, just staring, but the other could feel that he was annoyed at being interrupted.
“Just… take it slowly, don’t want you to choke sweetheart.” The older said with a smile, huffing a breath out.
…He really did almost come right then.