[Wood burns because it has the proper stuff in it...Reno thinks by that same logic he could definitely take care of Nero because he has the proper stuff in himself. Keep him comfortable and safe for the rest of his life, but that would involve expectations that he would live to be any kind of extraordinary age. As a Turk the waters were muddied in that regard, not that he actively sought out his own end, he a predilection for living and often put an emphasis on survival above all else. Probably why his mind flickered briefly on children, on staying with Nero, perhaps claiming Nero officially in a more public ceremony.
There was definitely something else forcing the track of his thoughts and part of him was aware, but the majority of him didn't care.]
And I want to know what you'll look like...
[Reno muttered between kisses, his hand still expertly pumping his lover as he began rolling his hips into the attention, fucking Reno's fist with abandon. It was as mentally stimulating as it was visually stimulating, Nero desperately trying to satisfy himself in Reno's hand, smooth hips, muscular thighs, and toned stomach all working together in an effort to get off. Reno wanted to know how desperate his lover's thrusts would be with a sound slipped into his penis, to the prostate...to his bladder...how full he would feel, how desperate he would be to come, but the release for him would not be as quick or effortless as this. He wanted to watch his lover's whole body strain with the effort, arching and rolling and thrusting into the air, into Reno's hands...how many dry orgasms could he endure?
As soon as Nero spills over his hand the Turk draws back just enough from his lover, observing the effects of their messy kiss, Nero's soft, swollen lips, saliva clinging to his chin and the corners of his lips...Reno was probably the same, not a care in the world for elegance. He fixed his eyes on Nero as if the younger man were the only thing in the world before raising the soiled hand to his lips and licking Nero's semen from his fingers one by one...war, salty, with a bit of bite and something uniquely Nero. The look in his eyes indicated that this too belonged to Reno and he was only brought out of his little spell when Nero announced that he needed more.]
Yeah? [Looking down the Turk took in the state of his lover's cock, still engorged, still painfully hard looking and he took the flesh in his fingers, stroking him with sympathy.] Looks painful...we'll have to fix that.
[Reno stood up at this point, grabbing several towels before taking Nero's hands and helping him up out of the tub, one of the towels, a rather large and fuffy one he used to carefully Dru Nero's still flush body, stopping at his hair which he affectionately ruffled dry before draping the towel around him and pulling his lover in for a hug, it was unbearable to be separated from him even for the time it took to towel him off. He could feel Nero's hardness pressing against him, his own hardness pressing right back]
We'll go to the bedroom, I'll lay the towels out first and then you can lie on the bed, spread your legs as wide as you can and hold your ankles for me. [Reno whispered into Nero's ear, a set of expectations for the Turk in order to fulfill his lover's needs before guiding his lover, his mate, into his bedroom where he brushed off some of the pillows overstuffing it and laid out the towels layers by layer.
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There was definitely something else forcing the track of his thoughts and part of him was aware, but the majority of him didn't care.]
And I want to know what you'll look like...
[Reno muttered between kisses, his hand still expertly pumping his lover as he began rolling his hips into the attention, fucking Reno's fist with abandon. It was as mentally stimulating as it was visually stimulating, Nero desperately trying to satisfy himself in Reno's hand, smooth hips, muscular thighs, and toned stomach all working together in an effort to get off. Reno wanted to know how desperate his lover's thrusts would be with a sound slipped into his penis, to the prostate...to his bladder...how full he would feel, how desperate he would be to come, but the release for him would not be as quick or effortless as this. He wanted to watch his lover's whole body strain with the effort, arching and rolling and thrusting into the air, into Reno's hands...how many dry orgasms could he endure?
As soon as Nero spills over his hand the Turk draws back just enough from his lover, observing the effects of their messy kiss, Nero's soft, swollen lips, saliva clinging to his chin and the corners of his lips...Reno was probably the same, not a care in the world for elegance. He fixed his eyes on Nero as if the younger man were the only thing in the world before raising the soiled hand to his lips and licking Nero's semen from his fingers one by one...war, salty, with a bit of bite and something uniquely Nero. The look in his eyes indicated that this too belonged to Reno and he was only brought out of his little spell when Nero announced that he needed more.]
Yeah? [Looking down the Turk took in the state of his lover's cock, still engorged, still painfully hard looking and he took the flesh in his fingers, stroking him with sympathy.] Looks painful...we'll have to fix that.
[Reno stood up at this point, grabbing several towels before taking Nero's hands and helping him up out of the tub, one of the towels, a rather large and fuffy one he used to carefully Dru Nero's still flush body, stopping at his hair which he affectionately ruffled dry before draping the towel around him and pulling his lover in for a hug, it was unbearable to be separated from him even for the time it took to towel him off. He could feel Nero's hardness pressing against him, his own hardness pressing right back]
We'll go to the bedroom, I'll lay the towels out first and then you can lie on the bed, spread your legs as wide as you can and hold your ankles for me. [Reno whispered into Nero's ear, a set of expectations for the Turk in order to fulfill his lover's needs before guiding his lover, his mate, into his bedroom where he brushed off some of the pillows overstuffing it and laid out the towels layers by layer.
The next move was Nero's.]