Bathasar had watched the encounter and waited with eyebrows raised. “Are you okay?”
Nadir took a deep breath and smiled. “Yes… Bathasar, I am.”
Bathasar’s lips spread into a near grin. “Good,” was all he said before Nadir found himself once more locked in a deep kiss.
Bathasar danced him backwards as the kiss deepened even further. Bathasar’s hands moved over Nadir’s body, teasing him, and Nadir couldn’t seem to get a handle on his wits. He had too much distracting him; his body felt too much for him to be able to think.
When they stopped and Bathasar pulled away, Nadir was embarrassed by the whimper he let out. But Bathasar smiled, brushing a few fingers over Nadir’s cheek then threading them through his hair and cupping his face. After another gentle kiss to his lips, Bathasar nuzzled his face, whispering into his ear, “I like knowing you don’t want me to stop.”
Warmth spread at the words and Nadir cobbled together a few wits. He lifted his hands, running them over Bathasar’s chest, but they couldn’t go far because Bathasar took a half step back, urging Nadir to turn around. Before he could figure out what was happening, Bathasar’s lips traced a line down his neck to his shoulder then back up again at the same time Bathasar’s busy hands brushed Nadir’s nipples, sensitizing his skin even more, just from light touches.
Nadir swallowed a moan, then remembered that Bathasar liked his sounds and let it go, earning himself a pleased hum. As focused as he was on this, he was surprised to feel the chains connected to his plug loosen. Bathasar turned him again, nudging him back onto the bed and he stretched out. He gripped the silk covers under him, watching the grey gaze move slowly over his body. He swallowed at the heat and want on Bathasar’s face. Heat and want… for him.
Bathasar knelt on the bed over him, lips once more catching his, kiss deep and full. Nadir moaned again, lifting his hands to cup Bathasar’s face, the long black hair forming a curtain around them. When the kiss broke, Bathasar’s eyes danced over Nadir’s face. “You are beautiful, Nadir,” he murmured and Nadir felt heat rise, face reddening.
“I… uh… thank you, Your… err Bathasar,” Nadir stammered. In all the masters he’d had over the years, very, very few had complimented him and none, that he could recall, had ever called him beautiful. He could, in fact, count the compliments on one hand. Moreover, none of them had been the malik, nor someone he held such admiration for as he did Bathasar. And none had made him feel as good as Bathasar had just now.
Bathasar’s wide smile made him feel a little better. “You are welcome, my sweet. I mean it.” He brushed the backs of his fingers over one of Nadir’s cheek then kissed him gently again. “Put your hands on the pillow, my sweet. This is going to be very difficult for you, I am sure.”
With a puzzled look at Bathasar, he did as he was bid. But it became clear only a short time later, what Bathasar meant. Because his master… was pleasuring him. Bathasar took his time, slowly removing each chain, kissing a path along his skin to follow it. When it was off, Bathasar tossed it absently off of the bed then moved on to another one.
And Nadir struggled with it, fought to keep his hands where they were. It wasn’t for him to be pleasured. He didn’t know how to deal with that. He was the one to do the pleasuring and to feel those lips move over him, kissing almost every inch of his chest and stomach made him more than a little crazy.
But Bathasar was far from done yet.
He loosened and removed one of the nipple rings, then spent an inordinate amount of time licking, teasing and sucking on the nipple. Nadir writhed on the bed, his arousal hitting a peak, hands crushing the silk pillow. Bathasar pulled back, flicked a look up at Nadir’s face, then blew softly over the wet bit. Nadir gasped, rocking his hips unconsciously, grinding his still-bound cock into Bathasar. He was thrilled to draw a moan from his master at the action but Bathasar responded by turning to the other nipple and doing the same to it.
Nadir didn’t think he could take much more. He was so aroused, especially after all the teasing at dinner, he was close to begging Bathasar to stop, for the command… for something but he couldn’t even think clearly enough to make his needs known. All he seemed capable of were moans, grunts and other sounds.
He got the slightest reprieve when Bathasar pulled back, shifting on the bed until he hovered over Nadir’s bound cock. The golden snake tail wrapped around his cock and balls, it’s body coiled around his length to the tip where it’s long tongue disappeared inside him. It barely contained him by this time, his red, swollen length filling its coils to overflowing, its tail preventing his tight balls from pulling up any farther.
The break didn’t last, however, as a moment later, Bathasar’s tongue ran over his super sensitive glans, pulling a cry from him. “Yes,” Bathasar whispered, tracing the coils to the base, then teasing each ball before moving back to the tip.
Nadir moved on the bed, rocking his hips but they were stilled by his master’s hands and he whimpered in need. “Soon, my sweet. Soon, I will fill you, give you release. I love seeing you like this. You’re even more beautiful when you are so aroused.”
The words, intended, Nadir was sure, to calm, only helped a little. He tried to take a deep breath, but there wasn’t much calm to be had. He bit almost brutally at his lip when the snake’s tail was loosened. “I know, my sweet, I know,” Bathasar said in response to the whimper Nadir let out. He couldn’t figure out if it felt good or made things worse, now that his cock was free and precum ran down the length.
Before he could decide, however, his cock was engulfed in a hot mouth and he gritted his teeth to hold in the shout. He stared at Bathasar’s mouth where it was stretched around his cock, his eyes wide, not quite able to reconcile what he was seeing and feeling. Bathasar, his master, was sucking his cock.
“Nngh… oh… Bathasar…” Nadir groaned, unable to tear his eyes away from the vision as Bathasar pulled off so very slowly, then swallowed him again.
If his former masters had been rare in pleasuring him at all… that was nothing compared to this. He’d never had a master’s mouth on him before and he had no idea how to handle it. Somehow, the fact that it was his master, and Bathasar at that, made it feel different, though he guessed that was mostly the shock of it.
Nadir struggled to deal with the amazing feel of Bathasar’s mouth on him but his master didn’t make it easy. Nadir thought he was going to go crazy when Bathasar swallowed him again. He held on, by the tips of his fingers, to his sanity but it was a futile effort. Another swallow, Bathasar’s tongue traced his length as Bathasar pulled off, then once more took the whole thing into the incredible mouth and Nadir hit the edge and the lock on his orgasm. He shouted wordlessly, unable to hold it in, toes curling into the bedcovers, back arching hard.
Bathasar pulled off, kissing his way over Nadir’s chest then hovering over Nadir’s lips. “Gorgeous, my sweet, just beautiful,” he murmured before kissing Nadir thoroughly. When he broke the kiss, Nadir gasped, fighting to simply breathe. He started to panic a little, so thrown off by the pleasure, the care that Bathasar was showing because he didn’t know how to navigate this, be the center of his master’s attention, not like this. He understood being ordered around, he was used to being used, taken, made to give pleasure.
He wasn’t used to taking it, not from his master.
Bathasar nuzzled his face and reached up, loosening the death grip he had on the pillows. He must have recognized the panic in Nadir because he made soft, soothing sounds as he dropped light kisses over each hand he now held. “It’s time, I think, that I get naked, don’t you?”
Nadir swallowed, forcing the panic to subside as much as he could and looked up to meet the grey eyes. He nodded and managed, “Yes, You—uh…B…”
“Shh. It’s okay.” With another kiss to Nadir’s lips, this one soft and quick, he stood up, holding his hand out. Nadir took it, standing as well, a little confused by this. But he pushed that off, simply grateful for being the one to do instead of being on the receiving end. This, he understood. This, he knew.
Bathasar pulled him in, wrapping an arm around him and holding him close for a long moment. He dropped more light kisses on Nadir’s forehead then cheeks before capturing Nadir’s lips. But he kept the kiss short and broke it in only a few seconds. “I’d like you to undress me, taking your time. Fold each piece and lay them next to the bed. When you’ve finished, get a pillow and kneel for me, my sweet.”
Nadir took a deep breath, his cock twitching at the orders. Having something to focus on, a task like this, righted his world a bit and the last of the panic faded. He smiled and nodded, murmuring, “Yes, Bathasar,” then stood back when Bathasar released him.
The long, red velvet robe came first and Nadir carefully folded it, laying it next to him. After opening the first button and parting the fabric, he dropped a soft kiss on Bathasar’s chest. He looked up and warmed at the approval he saw in his master’s eyes. Encouraged, he followed each subsequent button with a kiss until he’d opened the tunic completely. He paused to drop an extra, teasing kiss at the top of Bathasar’s pants and was rewarded by a soft gasp and a “Good,” from his master.
After the tunic was folded, Nadir kissed a line across Bathasar’s stomach above his pants. He looked up to see the grey eyes watching him intently, heat filling them. He knelt in front of Bathasar, then, and leaned in, tugging on the ties with his teeth.
The moan Bathasar released told him he’d done the right thing. He continued loosening the pants with his mouth, pausing for the briefest of moments to stare with a bit of wonder at the very red, very hard cock that was freed in the process, knowing it was so hard because of him. The tip, dripping precum tempted him a little too much and he leaned in, kissing it then licking up the clear liquid. Bathasar’s hand came to rest on his head and when Nadir looked up, the look of pure lust on Bathasar’s face was reward enough.
He turned his attention back to the pants, sliding them down slowly over Bathasar’s legs, then pulling them aside when his master stepped out of them. He folded them carefully, retrieved the pillow and knelt on it, automatically going into the presentation position, head bowed to wait.
Bathasar tilted his chin up, however and Nadir was surprised to see his master crouching in front of him. But he couldn’t think about it for long because he was too busy returning Bathasar’s kiss. When they broke apart, Bathasar brushed a thumb over his cheek. “I’d like to feel your mouth, my sweet,” he murmured with another soft kiss, then stood.
Nadir knelt up, thrilling in the familiar, the ability to serve. He opened his mouth, eyes glued to Bathasar’s face as he took the thick cock between his lips. He moaned at the taste, savoring every bit as he moved his mouth down over the length. He thrilled in the evidence of the pleasure he was giving when Bathasar sucked in a breath, eyes closing.
He threw himself into it, pouring everything he knew, every bit of skill he had into giving to this man, his master, Bathasar. As he did, he savored everything about it: the texture of the soft skin, the salty taste, the musky smell. He braced his hands on Bathasar’s hips and got lost completely in the giving of pleasure.
Bathasar pulled his hair back, resting both hands on Nadir’s head. He slowly shifted the control from Nadir, thrusting softly at first, then deeper and deeper until he hit the back of Nadir’s throat. Nadir choked a little and Bathasar pulled back, but Nadir shook his head slightly, relaxed the muscles in his throat and when Bathasar thrust again, swallowed his master completely, delighting in the loud groan it brought.
“Stroke yourself, my sweet.” The words came out strained and Nadir looked up as he wrapped his hand around his cock and started moving it, moaning as the pleasure hit. Bathasar’s eyes were glued to Nadir’s mouth, watching as he thrust harder, deeper. “Yes,” Bathasar hissed, throwing his head back and slamming his eyes closed.
Nadir thrilled in the loss of control, and the harder Bathasar thrust, the faster his own hand moved and the closer he got to the edge of orgasm. He loved giving that control up, giving this kind of service, when it was to a master he respected, like Bathasar. “Oh… Nadir… so good…,” Bathasar moaned and coupled with another hard thrust, was enough for Nadir to hit the lock on his orgasm again. The moan around Bathasar’s cock was loud and Bathasar stopped, staying buried in Nadir’s throat for a few seconds, obviously struggling for control before pulling back out.
Nadir swallowed a cough, not wanting to worry Bathasar. He watched the fight in his master then Bathasar looked down, taking his hand and tugging. Nadir stood and found himself flush against Bathasar’s body, both arms tight around him, their cocks grinding and lips fused in a kiss that stunned.
When they broke apart, Bathasar reached for something behind him, coming back with a bottle, which he handed to Nadir. Nadir took it, the sharp arousal causing his hand to shake a little as he poured the oil into his palm. He stepped back, though he noticed Bathasar didn’t let go completely which he was grateful for because he wasn’t completely steady. He forced himself to focus and coated Bathasar’s cock thoroughly in oil then capped the bottle and handed it back.
“Hands and knees, my sweet,” Bathasar murmured after another quick kiss then guided him to turn around. Nadir scrambled onto the bed, getting into position and watching over his shoulder as Bathasar knelt behind him. His master curled over his back, brushing his hair out of the way and kissing him again.
Nadir’s eyes slid closed when Bathasar moved and worked the plug out of him. His still-slick hole was filled by a couple of fingers and Bathasar unerringly found the spot needed to obliterate any coherency Nadir had.
As he worked his fingers, teasing Nadir from the inside, he leaned back in and spoke into Nadir’s ear. “Are you ready, my sweet? Ready for my cock inside you? Ready for me to fill you?”
The erotic words went straight to Nadir’s own length, making it jump. Nadir couldn’t form words, but he nodded and moaned, pushing his ass back a little, riding the fingers.
They disappeared a few seconds later, however, to be replaced by Bathasar’s cock. Bathasar pushed in slowly, though it was hardly necessary, with the plug Nadir had been wearing most of the evening. Nadir suspected it was as much to tease as anything.
But the next words out of Bathasar’s mouth made him wonder if it wasn’t even more to help Bathasar because the words soundedvery strained. “Nadir… you feel… so good, nngh…”
He felt Bathasar’s face against his back, then light kisses over the skin when he was filled completely. He fisted the silk cover, fighting hard against the urge to rock, to ride the cock instead of waiting for Bathasar to move when his master paused. But he resisted, forcing himself to breathe slowly because he could feel Bathasar’s struggle. Finally his patience was rewarded and Bathasar pulled back.
He kept it slow, though, frustratingly so. He pulled almost all the way out, then pushed just as slowly back in. On the next slow pull out, Nadir couldn’t stop himself from flexing his muscles as if to hold onto Bathasar’s cock and perhaps urging it to push back in.
The whimper escaped before he could stop it, though it only seemed to make Bathasar happy.
“What is it, my sweet?” Bathasar murmured in Nadir’s ear, the tones sounding pleased.
Nadir struggled to corral his need, calm himself down, remind himself that this was for his master, for Bathasar, not him. But as aroused as he was, as much as his body simply needed, it didn’t listen and another sound escaped.
“I like those sounds, Nadir, like knowing how much you need me. Does it feel good? My cock filling you?”
Nadir sucked in a breath and managed to nod. “Yes, oh Bathasar…” He reached back and gripped one of Bathasar’s hips, unable to resist the need to touch. He looked back and as soon as his head turned, Bathasar caught his lips in a kiss.
It must have unlocked something in Bathasar because he started moving faster. Nadir moaned, thrilling in the barely controlled need he felt in his master, the need he’d brought out. He rocked his own hips, doing his best to give back all the pleasure he was getting. It felt incredible and even without a hand on his cock, Nadir felt himself getting close, once more, to orgasm.
He lost himself a little in the pleasure, difficult as it was for him to accept it. But Bathasar was a master, not just his, but at giving, at making him feel good and Nadir and to fight hard to keep himself grounded. It was only when Bathasar slowed and pulled back a little that Nadir could bring his focus back to his master from his own building pleasure.
Nadir looked over his shoulder as Bathasar sat back then lifted him until he was sitting up, as well, his back flush to Bathasar’s front. Bathasar shifted until he was buried fully and both of them moaned. “Oh, feel so good, Nadir. I’m so deep.” Bathasar’s voice sounded even more strained, as if he was fighting hard to hold onto control. The knowledge that Nadir had done that for this man filled him with warmth. He turned his face and their lips met in a long, thorough kiss.
Then Bathasar started moving, started thrusting and Nadir’s sounds filled the alcove. He held nothing back, giving long, full strokes, drawing more and louder moans from Nadir. The change in angle nearly did him in, especially after the hard thrust that caught Nadir’s prostate almost perfectly. Nadir felt grateful that his cock was being left alone. He could only imagine how much more desperate he’d be if Bathasar paid attention to it, too.
Instead, Bathasar did something that seriously shocked him, as if all the rest of the evening hadn’t been stunning enough. Bathasar’s hands slid along Nadir’s arms until they reached his hands, then Bathasar threaded his fingers with Nadir’s and held.
Nadir stared at it for a moment, so surprised, he’d stopped moving. “Are you okay?”
Nadir shook his head, then nodded. “Yes, I…” He couldn’t quite get out why it surprised him so, except that it felt so intimate and he’d only ever had that with two people before in his life. Cyrus and Jasim. Jasim was long gone, now living with his mistress and lover in Tiantang. Nadir, of course, made love with Cyrus as often as they could. Clasping hands was a common thing when they did as it had been for years.
When they made love.
But this was his master, albeit a master unlike any other he’d ever had. A master who had a pet name for him, who cared for him, pleasured him. Nadir couldn’t quite wrap his head around it.
He forced the confusion down, did his damnedest to ignore it. Instead, he worked to simply enjoy the feel of it and the care from Bathasar. He turned his head to tell Bathasar that he was sorry, but Bathasar simply kissed him before he could speak and Nadir took that to mean Bathasar understood.
He’d known Bathasar was astute.
Bathasar pulled out and tugged on Nadir until he turned around, then nudged him over onto his back, pushed back into him and clasped their hands again, lifting them to kiss it. “I want to see you,” Bathasar murmured. Before Nadir could think too much about that, gather his wits, Bathasar leaned down and was kissing him, pinning one of his hands—still clasped to Bathasar’s—above their heads.
This, Nadir knew. This, he understood. So, he poured himself into it, putting everything he could into the physical and was rewarded when Bathasar started moving again.
But despite everything, Nadir flew toward orgasm again ridiculously fast. He threw a hand up and braced it on the wall above his head, actually grateful he hadn’t been told to stroke himself. Not that he could go off without the command, but he was already so worked up he was approaching the point of desperation, he didn’t need to be further stimulated.
He wanted, needed to give the kind of pleasure he was feeling, so he lifted his legs and started moving, as well. He rocked his hips, flexed his muscles and let out his moans—doing everything he could think of for Bathasar. And he was thrilled when Bathasar’s eyes slammed closed and head was thrown back.
“Getting close.” Bathasar nearly muttered them and Nadir’s gaze was locked to the handsome face, loving the need, the lust, the fight he could see in Bathasar for control. Nadir loved so much that he was the one to push Bathasar to that. He didn’t understand why he was so desperate to give to this master so much, except that Bathasar had done so much for him.
Then the gray eyes fixed on him, Bathasar sat up a bit and wrapped the free hand around Nadir’s cock. When he started stroking, the little bit of control Nadir had left on his desperation disappeared and his sounds, which he hadn’t exactly been holding back, got muchlouder and took on a note that sounded uncomfortably close to a plea. When he saw the flash of satisfaction in Bathasar’s eyes, however, he couldn’t care and gave up any attempt to hold back. He let his sounds turn even more desperate.
And a moment later, he watched as Bathasar threw his head back again and grit his teeth. Nadir flexed his muscles, hoping against hope to push Bathasar over the edge, but of course this man couldn’t do that. Bathasar forced out the command–come—and Nadir was shoved almost violently over the edge and into orgasm.
His body shook as pleasure surged through him, stealing his breath and sight, turning everything white. He couldn’t see, couldn’t shout. But he could feel as the cock inside of him twitched hard as it released. He could hear as the sound of his name came in Bathasar’s voice. The feel of it, the sound of it, stretched out his climax, making it hold on, pulling the cum from his balls to coat his chest.