Page 15 of The Second Marriage
Taral’s hands cupped the curve of Sejun’s skull, his fingers stirring through Sejun’s hair. Sejun kissed his hip again and then nuzzled into the wiry tufts of Taral’s pubic hair, nosing at his balls and the soft weight of his cock. He smelled decadent. Sejun brushed a light kiss against the tender skin of Taral’s sac and smiled when Taral drew in a sharp breath. He knew how to please a man, and Taral wasn’t so different from any other man in the ways that mattered.
He took Taral’s cock fully inside his mouth and sucked gently as Taral hardened against his tongue, which didn’t take long. He kept his mouth soft as he teased at the crown with light licks and sucks. After that one quick gasp, Taral’s breaths came slow and steady, but Sejun knew he was faking; he could smell Taral’s arousal, the musky scent of his slick as he got wet from Sejun’s attentions. He teased his fingers behind Sejun’s balls and stroked the stretch of skin there, his fingers sliding through the first traces of the wetness he’d hoped to find.
His own cock throbbed between his thighs, fully erect. The bond heightened everything, every sensation, Taral’s pleasure cascading through and stoking Sejun’s.
“Sejun,” Taral said quietly, his thumb stroking the sensitive spot behind Sejun’s earlobe. He didn’t tell Sejun to stop, and all Sejun sensed from him was arousal and cautious attention. Sejun slid his fingers farther back to tease at the perfect tight furl of Taral’s hole.
Taral had a lovely cock, as slender as the rest of him with a strongly flared crown. Sejun pulled off to stroke it with his hand and admire it, the dark head peeking out of the foreskin and the sac tight and firm now. Sejun had done nothing particularly skillful or inventive, but Taral gazed down at him with an expression of marked wonder, as though Sejun’s actions were extraordinary.
“It won’t be easy for me, you know, restraining myself with a virgin.” As he spoke, Sejun worked the tip of a finger into Taral’s hole. “I’m young and eager. Now that I’ve had a taste of you, I’ll be hard to satisfy.”
“No one in the kingdom could mistake me for a virgin now,” Taral said, his tone dry even as he clenched around Sejun’s finger.
Sejun slid his finger as deep as it would go. Taral was hot inside and so wet. “Indulge me. I despoiled you without knowing it and missed my chance to do it on purpose.”
Taral’s eyes dropped away. “I didn’t mean to disappoint you.”
Sejun silently cursed himself. He never managed to say the right thing. “Taral, forgive me. I’m only teasing you.” He slid his finger out and moved his hands to Taral’s hips, holding him loosely beneath his robes. “I like to talk. It rarely means much of anything.”
“That’s too bad. I was looking forward to hearing more about how young and eager you are.”
Sejun gawked up at him. If Taral was mocking him, Sejun could get no sense of it through the bond. Taral’s cheeks were dark, but he met Sejun’s gaze and held it. He was inexperienced, yes, but not innocent, and oh, Sejun was going to have a marvelous time helping him learn exactly what he liked.
He curled one hand around the base of Taral’s cock. “I’m insatiable, really. I would be pleased to have you every day. Twice a day, or even three times.” He moved his hand in a slow glide. “But you don’t need to worry. I’ll put the work in to get you ready for me. I’ll tease you until you’re dripping and then tease you more until you’re begging for me.”
“Ambitious,” Taral said shakily, and then the word trailed off into a moan as Sejun again opened his mouth around the head of Taral’s cock.
Sejun did nothing else slow or soft. He bobbed his head with purpose, sucking hard and moving his hand in time with his mouth. He couldn’t wait to taste Taral’s spend, to hear him cry out the way he often did when he reached his peak, forgetting to control himself. Taral groaned a few times, his hands cradling Sejun’s head, holding him without doing anything so rude as to tug on Sejun’s ears or hair. Sejun took him all the way in, as far as he could, swallowing around him, and Taral gasped and said, “Sejun, oh—”
There it was. Sejun pulled back to catch the first bitter spurt across his tongue. He sucked victoriously as Taral spent in his mouth, and swallowed down every drop.
“You unholy creature,” Taral said, voice raw, his fingers back to running through Sejun’s hair, scratching at his scalp just enough to make Sejun shiver.
Sejun drew back slowly, easing Taral’s softening cock from his mouth. He pressed a last kiss to the flushed head. “There. Now you know what to do.”
Taral scoffed. “You think I can dothat?” He touched his fingers to Sejun’s mouth. “Maybe with practice.”
“Oh, well.” Sejun curled his hands around the backs of Taral’s thighs. “I’m happy to sacrifice myself to the cause.”
Taral watched him for a moment. Then, slowly, he knelt at Sejun’s feet, between his parted legs, and reached for Sejun’s belt.
Sejun caught at his hands, gripped by sudden, foolish panic. “You don’t have to—I didn’t meannow.”
“But I did.” Through the bond came a sense of drawing back, a recoil. “Unless you aren’t interested.”
“No, the opposite. It’s just that—” He couldn’t explain himself. He was shocked, somehow, by the sight of Taral on his knees. He reached down to adjust Taral’s robe where it was sliding off one shoulder. “Ignore me. You can do anything with me that you like.”
“Ah, blanket permission. I’ll take full advantage.” Taral pulled at one end of Sejun’s belt, drawing his hand back ever so slowly until the knot came loose and Sejun’s robe fell open. Taral pushed the panels aside, baring Sejun’s cock, achingly hard and throbbing with his pulse.
At the first touch of Taral’s hand, Sejun pressed his fists into the bedding at either side of his hips. Taral stroked his fingers along Sejun’s length, his brow furrowed in concentration, then gripped Sejun at the root and bent to lap at the head with his tongue soft and uncertain.
Sejun’s nails bit into his palms. Taral was hardly the first man to do this for him, but the sight of him bent over like a supplicant was more arousing than Sejun could account for. The bond had biased him in Taral’s favor, and now he thought everything Taral did was perfect, better than what any other person in all of history had ever done.
He couldn’t watch. He would spend far too quickly, before he even had time to enjoy the slick pleasure of Taral’s mouth. He leaned backward on his hands and gazed at the ceiling as Taral licked and kissed, exploring. In a way, it was worse not to watch because he couldn’t anticipate Taral’s next move, and each stroke of Taral’s tongue came as a spine-melting surprise.
By the time Taral began to suck in earnest, Sejun was leaking steadily and was so hard that each motion of Taral’s mouth made his hips twitch. He flexed forward each time Taral sank down, the barest upward movement which offered almost no relief but at least made him feel that he was doing something to ease the maddening tension in his pelvis. He wanted to fuck, to hold Taral down and drive into him, to spill his seed in Taral’s hole and pull out to watch it leak from him.
“Taral,” he warned, realizing that this fantasy had brought him to the brink. “You should—pull off,” and he tugged at Taral’s hair with urgency, pleasure coiling in his gut, rising to overwhelm him.