[Nero's not sure whether this thing goes two ways or not, but if he can get the gist of what's on Reno's mind then it'll be painfully obvious how aroused he gets by some of those thoughts. As if he wasn't on a hair trigger already as far as the slightest touch from Reno getting him rock hard in an instant. There's no flush to his face anymore, it was just red now. Was he supposed to admit to being aware of Reno's thoughts? He's not even sure he needs to say it if the thing went both ways. If it was one way then maybe..he could use it to his advantage?
The door locks and he's already distracted by the soft contact and promise of more of that potentially. Reno had said he smelled good, and Nero believes it despite not having the ability to smell it himself. So a bath didn't sound too bad.
He has to peel himself away from Reno, leaving him with a lingering kiss before he starts to pull off his clothes on his way to the bathroom. Whatever scent was coming off of him would only increase as the layers come off and fall onto the floor. With his mind still on some of the ideas Reno had floating around and how distressingly aroused he was, he barely manages to start filling the tub with water before seating himself in it. For now he keeps his legs outstretched until he knows for sure whether Reno would be joining him.]
[Reno wasn't as deep into what was going on just yet that he was feeling the full effects of what was happening, but the change in his patterns of behavior and thoughts was an indication that wherever he was going he would end up there soon enough. For the time being the Turk's thoughts were Nero's to use as he saw fit to.
When Nero pulls away Reno is reluctant to let him out of his arms, but the tradeoff isn't entirely unpleasant, watching Nero strip on his way to the bath, that overwhelming scent crawling into him, heightening his desires, coaxing the Turk into arousal without the need for touch. These things were worth it. He's able to keep a cool head, if not a clear one, while following his lover into the bath and instinct told him to watch...as if Reno didn't already have voyeuristic tendencies anyway.
His eyes raked Nero over, his red face suffusing color as far down as his chest, his fair and flawless skin made more perfect by it. Even more perfect was Nero's body, tall, well-formed muscle...different from Reno's own body...not that the Turk was shapeless, he had fine muscle tone and an agile body, but Nero was built more for brute force. Though to be perfectly honest right now his body was built to be thoroughly pleasured and senselessly fucked...at least that what Ren thought. He wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into the meatiest muscle in his lover's back, arm, and ass claiming him completely.
For now, however, he crouched at the tubs edge behind him, grateful that his tub was more freestanding and detached from the shower, it made it easier to kneel behind Nero, to coax his lover's head back so he could rest against Reno's shoulder. It gave Reno the vantage point where his eyes could slide down the full line of his lover's body taking in how aroused he was. Palming the water as the tub continued to fill Reno poured it over Nero's shoulders and chest, following the gesture up with soft caresses to his neck and massaging Nero's pectorals.
At the question The Turk was pulled from his thoughts and admirations, nodding in the direction of the soaps and shampoo he uses before bringing them within reach.]
These ones here.
[Reno offered helpfully but was he being helpful? No.
In his own thoughts, he knew it wasn't the soap that Reno needed in order to smell like the Turk, it was something else that he knew instinctively. He needed to be drenched in Reno's sweat, his body marked with Reno's come, his ass filled with it...and that coaxed other imagery from Reno. Imagery that was less romantic than what was happening now, imagery of fucking Nero senselessly, plugging him up, fucking him again, coming inside of his younger lover multiple times and forcing his body to not spill a single drop for as long as he could manage it. Breeding his lover knowing there was no real point to it, but wanting to anyway, perhaps even tying him up with his ass accessible at all times so he could continue to spill into him at leisure and he felt like he had it in him now to fuck Nero multiple times.
Until the scent of Reno had melted into his bones.
it was a pleasant thought.
For now, he just wanted to watch Nero bathe himself, and maybe he would join but watching seemed to be an imperative and he wanted to watch Nero wash every inch of himself. Thoroughly.]
If you need help, I'm right here beautiful. [Funny, he felt like he knew Nero well enough to know how to stroke him with words, with praise, with validation. He was here, he wasn't going anywhere, not tonight...and if he had his druthers, not for several days and nights. What Nero had walked into wasn't just Reno's home, it was a nest a den of mating, and if he expectedto be released from it any time soon then he would be disappointed. He was here for Reno to take care of.]
[The water is nice and warm and it doesn't do anything to help his state of arousal. A wiser man might take the most frigid shower to cool off from whatever it was causing him to want to bath in Reno's affection as equally as he was preparing to bathe in the hot bathwater.
He lets out a long sigh, sinking his shoulders in for a moment when he uses his foot to shut off the water. As nice as it was he doesn't plan to flood Reno's bathroom. Not today. When his lover settles behind him, Nero glances back curiously before tilting his head back to enjoy the warm water pouring over his shoulders and chest. This was nice.
The second he's tempted to say as much, he's hit with the nastiest thoughts of all the things Reno might do to him in this tub, outside it, bent over it. He's sure this time that they're not his own ideas, but it doesn't stop the rush of blood downward, his cock briefly peeking out from water level when it twitches, demanding attention. Oh no, not here. They were having such a nice moment, and Nero thinks he might ruin it if he tries to touch himself. So his hands grip the edges of the tub, eyes closed, trying to relax despite the overwhelming psychic imagery of Reno ruining him again and again until he physically can't take any more.
Reno is still innocently behind him being attentive and helpful while Nero feels like he's losing his mind.
He grabs for the soap and starts to wash, using his hands in place of a washcloth just so he can sneak subtle passes of his fingers over his cock, still alarmed by how hard he is right now without having been touched. Even his nipples are perked up as though he were out in the cold but the steam from the bath is already fogging up the mirrors.]
Reno..this is going to sound insane, but I think I can read your mind..
[Nero tilts his head back a bit further to look at the Turk, one hand reaching for him to pull him closer by the collar of his shirt so he won't have to move around so much in the water when he wants to kiss him.]
You fucking pervert.
[It comes out more a term of endearment than anything else and its followed by a soft slow kiss that he takes his time with. If even only 10% of what Reno was thinking happened, they'd be there for quite some time.]
[Finding contentment in watching Nero, Reno makes himself comfortable at the edge of the bath, fingers still idly working into beautiful muscle as he admired flushed skin. Whether he was aligning with Nero's desires or not, the Turk was well aware that he was washing himself with his hands so that he could get in some sneaky caresses, his unbearable arousal very apparent and very much felt by Reno who was just as eager for those sly caresses. He wanted to spurn him on, to encourage him, to watch Nero fuck his own fist with abandon while watching.
He wanted to watch Nero finger himself as well and idly wondered if his lover did such things of his own violation all fours on his bed, slick fingers experimenting, wondering at the tightness of his own body, how warm he was, how soft he was. Reno doubted it, but he added it to his mental records and all of the things he wanted to do to Nero while they were nesting.
He cocked an eyebrow at the admission that his thoughts were transparent to Nero and a grin tugged at the corner of his lips as he didn't seem at all put off by it. His smile broadened even more at being called a fucking pervert. Winding his arms around Nero and not caring if his dress shirt got soaked in the process he returned the kiss so lovingly, fingers caressing the younger man's neck and cheek and he arched himself over the tub to make the intimacy easier on Nero.]
I'm the pervert? [Reno chuckled softly once he finally pulled back, but only just, there was still very little space between them. He freed up a hand, skirting down to lightly caress the head of Nero's erection bobbing above the water's surface] your dick is so hard you can't stand it baby, you want to come.
[Reno covers one of Nero's ears with his mouth, his tongue lapping delicately at the shell, lightly sucking before withdrawing to nibble.]
And if you're reading my mind you know that's what I want [he dropped kisses along the column of Nero's neck] touch yourself, come...I want to watch...I can't get enough of watching you...get yourself off for me and I'll eat you out and fuck you.
[wrapping one hand around Nero's through as though he had him collared already he gently pulled his head back to look at him.] You enjoyed that...
[On one hand it was convenient to know exactly what was on someone else's mind. He didn't have to guess whether or not Reno's intentions overlapped with his own. They were practically eclipsed at this point, but there was a little bit of pressure in knowing what was going on in there while he was trying not to get caught up in his arousal. Then again, no one had told him to deny himself the pleasure. It just seemed a little vulgar to jerk himself off in front of anyone..but, it was Reno, and he does want to give him a little bit of what was on his mind in reality.
Two birds with one stone, wasn't it?
And Reno was more than encouraging it. Maybe he was also a pervert after all. His fingers curl around his cock and it stands straight up so some of it is visible over the water as he works himself slowly. He remembers how good it felt to have Reno fuck him with his tongue and then his cock. Nero was practically begging for it by the end of it. Enjoyed might not have been a strong enough word.]
Yeah, but before. You were thinking about.. [Nero sinks down an inch or two lower when he plants his feet into the corners of the tub and lifts his hips up so that Reno can better watch him play with himself. It's difficult to see but the consistency of the water and the leaking tip of his cock is distinguishable if anyone is looking closely enough. He rubs his thumb along the slit and then pushes down on the opening, looking at it like he was trying to solve a puzzle.]
Putting something inside it? Would it hurt?
[He's curious about it, but obviously doesn't find it concerning since he's stroking himself while he considers it, using Reno's voice to imagine his way to orgasm. He's so hard he thinks he might cum just from sneezing.]
[With Reno there was very little pressure involved, was he concocting a myriad of things he'd like to do with Nero...oh yes, not everything was kinky or required a lot of work on Nero's part...but he had no illusions about achieving all of these things. In his own mind they had plenty of time...days or weeks. That might be the infection they were both currently experiencing talking, but it was true in his own mind.
Aside from that Nero could always be himself around Reno, there was no call to impress, no reason to tiptoe around what he wanted or needed. The Turk was transparent in that regard, so long as it felt good for both of them then why not? It was perfectly okay if Nero was a pervert, not that Reno would accuse him of that, more like he was free, less inhibited and weighed down by the worry that he was going to do or behave in a way that was offensive. There was a freedom in not always having to be good and pure of mind.
As Nero sank into the tub so that he could raise his hips Reno scooted a little closer, supportive arms still wrapped around his lover, cheek pressed against Nero's own as he watched him play with his dick openly while trying to explain what was on his mind, or what was on Reno's mind. Ah, so he was curious...Reno had been under the impression that Nero had been curious since their first time, but the when and where he would leave up to Nero.]
You're a cute urethra virgin [Nero said playfully tipping his head to the side to kiss along his lover's cheek and nose, he didn't treat the question as though Nero was asking him something dirty. In fact, it was a valid question on the whole.
Reaching out with one of his hands to join his lover Reno stroking along his lover's shaft delicately with the tips of his fingers.] Only if a stupid amateur does it. It'll be uncomfortable at first, that's just normal, but it feels like nothing else...an instrument that can reach inside you as far as your prostate.
[And as an afterthought Reno felt he had to add as a bit of a warning.] It can give you the most powerful orgasm you've ever had, but you might piss as well...and that's okay too, it's all part of it.
[And Reno kissed him as if nothing could disgust the Turk where Nero was concerned.]
[Pressure or not, Nero didn't think he'd manage to not touch his dick without pretty strong physical restraints at that point. It wouldn't be the first time he's placed self-imposed barriers to keep himself from what he thought might not have been appreciated by the people around him.
He should have known by this point how accepting Reno was. There was never any judgement where the redhead was concerned, and even when Nero asked stupid questions rather than being brushed off, the Turk would instead teach him something new. Nero might have jokingly referred to him as his BDSM coach, but they've moved far past that point.]
Shut up. I guess I just want to know what it feels like.
[Nero laughs, still rubbing his thumb over the tip of his cock in contemplation until Reno steps in to take him in hand. He's got no complaints there. It always felt better with someone else's hand, and Reno had free reign to any part of him.]
Fuck, it goes in that deep?
[His cock twitches in response to that. Maybe the thought of how far it might have to go, or the fact that it would get to his prostate. He's not sure but the memories of attention to the latter were very vivid in his mind. Nero's grateful for the warning, but he thinks he'd be able to get over the embarrassment of pissing himself in front of someone if it was Reno who couldn't make it more clear that he doesn't care about that stuff.
Nero turns his face to better reciprocate the kiss, immediately sucking Reno's tongue into his mouth as he just gives into his heat.]
Reno is just one giant kink right now, so sorry Nero
[As Nero gives him the freedom to touch as he pleases the Turk takes his lover's rigid cock in one hand and begins stroking him leisurely, base to tip, up and down, occasionally corkscrewing his strokes or tightening his fist over the head of Nero's cock for additional pleasure. His opposite hand finds his lover's balls, smooth in his palm, tight, and filled with desperation, his precious semen.
Reno didn't think about kids at all, but with this heat pulsing in his hands it came unbidden to his mind that any children Nero had would be exceptional in beauty. With Nero as a parent, how could they be anything else? His fair features and physical flawlessness were excellent features and he rolled Nero in his palm gently as he mulled over these thoughts. Granted it would be impossible because Reno wouldn't see the man with anyone else, not in his possessive addled brain, children would require an addition to this and couldn't let him go.
A true shame, but the life pulsing in the palm of his hands belonged to Reno (in this state anyway).]
Kinda hard to describe how it feels...kind of its own feeling really [Reno mused, his face still intimately close to Nero's] uncomfortable for your first time, but when it passes there's a fullness...something touching you from the inside. You add vibrations and electrical pulses to the mix and you can totally lose your head...and depending on your purpose you will come pretty quick or you could be suspended in that state...melting, slowly losing yourself to the pleasure....begging for it...it's entirely unique...
[Reno wouldn't care what Nero did in the throes of his pleasure, what was piss when he could watch Nero lose himself completely in pleasure to the point of true exhaustion...a yielding and vulnerable moment. It would be a thing of beauty to have him soft and malleable in Reno's arms after]
Yeah...it can go that deep...and once you got used to it I'd fuck you as well...relentless stimulation, how does that sound? [Not that he would get the answer, Nero's lips were on him, his tongue eagerly plying Nero's mouth, applying the same lingual skills to his lover as he would if he were tongue fucking him.]
[Nero inhales suddenly when Reno starts to stroke him with purpose, twisting and squeezing him like he knows exactly what to do to drive him crazy. And he makes a sound in reflex like he thinks Reno might give his sac the same treatment, but instead his touch is purely exploratory.
He's a little in his own head to fully focus on trying to be in Reno's bust he does catch a hint of the man considering what their children might be like it it were possible, and the jealousy that follows with the logistics of it.
It was sad, but he was endeared that the thought had crossed Reno's mind. That anyone would think about being with him long term enough to start a real family was everything. He never really had one of those growing up, and it might have been the heat talking, but he he thinks Reno could take care of him. Yeah, something was definitely fucked up. He was never okay with being taken care of before, but now the thought of being prized by someone who would be protective of him isn't so bad.]
I want to know what that feels like.
[He pushes his hips up making waves in the water as he fucks Reno's fist to the thought of it. The reality might be different, but the idea of it is strange and feels like it should be forbidden which makes it all the more appealing.
Sounds good to me. Nero thinks, not bothering to pull away from Reno's lips to say the word. He kisses and sucks messily at Reno's tongue, repaying it for all the good it's done him in their short time of knowing each other, moaning when Reno gives him the same treatment as if he was using his mouth elsewhere. He comes in an instant at the memory, spilling himself in the bathwater, but his arousal doesn't waiver in the least. Nero's body stays ready to fuck as if a handjob was an insult and it wouldn't be enough.]
[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.
[The reminder that Reno liked to see what his face looked like and hear what sounds he makes when they try new things was another thing he appreciated. Their lips slide together perfectly, and he lifts a hand to draw a thumb over the tattoos on the Turk's face. His release felt good but wasn't as satisfying as it should have been. Not that it would be easy to tell with how much was on Reno's fingers as he cleaned each of them.
Nero's body was calming down maybe 25%, but was still fully prepared to go again at short notice. His erection didn't fully subside even after he was getting out of the tub, but he was still overly sensitive just from being hard for so long. It made it all the more intense when Reno gave it any attention as he helped him dry off. He feels half drunk from the mental imagery of being toyed with to the edge of his sanity. So much that he's having a hard time focusing on anything that wasn't hands or lips on him.]
Please fix it.
[His voice is pleading yet stern. He's demanding it as much as he's expecting Reno to deliver. Nero leans his head against Reno's shoulder when arms are around him, and he pushes his hips forward more when he feels that he's not the only one aroused. Nero's hand starts to reach for Reno's cock just as he pulls away. He wants to make his lover feel good so that he'll keep wanting him, showering him with praise and attention.
Nero snaps out of it for a moment, listening to the instructions. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do at this point. Reno was good for it. Always. When the step into the bedroom he watches Reno spread the towels and afterward it was his turn to do as he was instructed to the best of his ability.
Once he's done, he's spread wide feeling a little awkward and embarrassed, but maintains the position and waits further instruction as he curiously turns his head to see what Reno might be up to in the meanwhile.]
[There was something about Nero at this moment, how yielding he was, his touches, the pleading and the need, his awkwardness that tugs at something undefinable inside of Reno. Part of the Turk wats too apply a soothing balm on his arousal and bring him to a swift and merciful end, but another part wants to continue fanning the flames of that passion for those touches, for the kisses, for the heat in the younger man's face and his sweet eagerness. Nero was often stubborn and combative, seeing him like this, softer and wanting...it played havoc on Reno's instinct to lay him out and make love to him or wring as much pleasure from his body as possible before doing so.
Naturally, the instinct that would allow him to extend their intimacy won out and his eyes linger over Nero's spread out body, the shyness about him and yet still willing. He was aching to fuck him senseless, but not yet, it wouldn't be enough and he had his own promises to keep, little wishes and curiosities to grant his lover. He couldn't disregard that for a quick release, how cold and clinical and ultimately unsatisfying would it be to end this too quickly? It wouldn't be that easy for either of them.
With Nero prone and following his instructions obediently Reno Couldn't help bending over him, planting his hands on either side of his lover's face to reward him with a slow, deep kiss before drawing back just a little, his smiling eyes filled with praise that he knew Nero constantly craved.]
Very good, so perfect [One hand strayed to caress Nero's lips before drawing himself back up] I'll take care of everything.
[He'd fix this for Nero and with such intentions, he strayed to the other side of the room to collect what he would need and a few other odds and ends just in case it occurred to him that he could give Nero more pleasure. Dumping his small pile on the bed just out of Nero's vision the redhead first grabbed a bottle of medical-grade lubricant and a long silicone sound. The sound he laid on Nero's stomach, a long, flexible tool with a plug at the end housing the vibrator. He laid it there for mental stimulus while he worked on lubricating Nero, wanting the glide to be as easy on his lover as possible.
Filling a tiny syringe with the slippery, clear fluid he gently pressed it to the tip of his lover's cock, still hard and sensitive, still pulsing with need. Dipping the syringe into the small hole he slowly and steadily began plunging the lubricant into his lover knowing the sensation would be strange and taking his time, letting the jelly substance work it's way inside as opposed to forcing it. HeHe was focused on his work, but his eyes drifted to Nero's face, watching him for discomfort or pain...though he'd rather see pleasure and surprise, all the reason to take his time.
While one hand was occupied with lubing Nero up for what would eventually come, his other hand attempted to provide more distracting sensations, gently rubbing circles around the tight ring of his ass, another hole Reno was eager to explore, but the redhead didn't want to overstimulate, just distract. He had wonderful memories of Nero's body opening under him and idly wondered if Nero would grow to enjoy the taste of his cock inside of his ass, prefer it, enjoy the fit of it as his body adjusted to Reno.
He enjoyed the idea and he knew that their time here would give his lover plenty of opportunities to conform to the shape of him.
To provide even more encouragement Reno pressed a few kisses to the inside of his lover's thighs.]
You're doin' great [he murmured giving the flesh a gentle suck before nuzzling him, still carefully attending to the syringe] let me know if you feel any pain at all, yeah?
[He has every reason to feel at least a little embarrassed about the position he's in, but with any amount of thought Nero comes to realize there's not really any part of him that Reno hasn't yet come to know intimately in some way. It's the one thing keeping him from feeling overly awkward about being told to put himself on display, and the small fact that he liked having Reno look at him.
Nero soaks up the kiss before Reno pulls away, not really able to see most of what was going on in the corner of his eye. Then something unfamiliar was put onto his stomach and with very little imagination on his part he's able to determine what it is and what Reno would be doing with it. His heart races as his cock twitches. When he said he wanted to try, he didn't suspect that Reno would be up for it the very same day.
It's about as terrifying as it is exciting, and Nero can't help but compare the length of the sound to the length of his cock. Is that how deep inside him it would go?
Reno goes out of view again for a moment when he fills the syringe, but Nero turns his head to get a better look, still maintaining the same position as he watches. He isn't kept waiting long at all because the syringe squeezes its contents down into his cock. His muscles tense in expectation of some amount of pain, but besides the strange feeling of something going inside him there rather than coming out (he's more used to that), it's not so bad. Just unusual, but his eyes are fixated on watching it happen like if he turns away something unusual will happen, or he'll miss everything.
Gradually he starts to forget to keep his legs parted, but Reno's fingers take to rubbing around his hole, and he remembers to keep his thighs parted.
Of everything that's happening now, the kisses to his thighs is what causes his face to heat up. Whatever circuitry was responsible for transmitting shame felt fucking broken, but he's having his curiosity satisfied while feeling like he's getting closer to Reno even if it's just physically for now.
"It doesn't hurt," Nero responds, kind of panting a little from just the sight of it alone, really. "Just..feels different." And the tip of the syringe wasn't going so deep at all. It wasn't bad at all.
Yeah, it'll feel strange the first time [Reno agreed, rubbing his cheek along the inside of Nero's thigh appreciatively, encouraging him] but you're doin' really good.
[Noting that Nero was struggling with his thighs and keeping his legs apart Nero brought the proper tools along for the ride for such a purpose and before he moved on to the main course he wanted to stabilize Nero, to make sure he wasn't straining or jerking his legs too much and to help relieve his arms of the responsibility of keeping his legs spread wide. Setting the syringe aside he reached for a few of the tools he'd set aside for such a purpose, Nero should be very familiar with the spreader bar by this point, but this one wasn't designed for floor use and it had a few more attachments.
He cuffed both of his lover's ankles and spread them with the bar, adjusting the wideness to be suitable for his own task, but he wanted Nero to be comfortable as well, wide, but not too wide. The next attachment involved leather straps that he buckled around Nero's thighs with chains could be affixed to the cuff on his ankles to keep his legs bent and tipped open. He wouldn't cuff Nero's hands unless it seemed like it would be necessary, for now, this was more than enough.
Feeling a little bit of reassurance was in order the Turk slid back up, bowing himself over Nero's body so he could steal a few kisses from him all while taking his lover's hands into his own pinning them gently against the bed while he plied Nero's mouth for several moments. When he drew back he murmured to him softly.] I'm going to do the insertion now, the par is to keep your legs as still as possible...and to take some of the pressure off of holding them still...
[A final kiss to Nero's neck and Reno eased his way back down between the younger man's thighs, plucking the sound off of his stomach and scooping up the bottle of lubricant on the way. He was generous in not only coating the instrument in the slippery substance but his lover's cock as well, letting the fluid spill over the length of his shaft to trickle down his balls and to his tight hole. Once he had emptied about two-thirds of the bottle in oiling Nero and the sound up, he pressed one final, gentle kiss to Nero's tipped out thighs before penetrating.
It was not a hurried process at all and he spend the most time on the initial insertion, slowly widening the small hole unused to being penetrated in this way. Nero liked to remind him that he could heal quickly and that he wouldn't break, but that was often beside the point, Reno was unhurried because he enjoyed a slow burn, but he also had no desire to hurt Nero regardless of his healing factor. He wasn't surprised to be met with some resistance given how tight and unstrained Nero was, his cock was a snug fit even for his smallest sound and there was something arousing in that. Every now and then he would pause, letting Nero get used to the sensation, flicking his tongue out to lick the apex of his lover's cock in a soothing gesture, particularly the tip where the sound was stretching him. As the device worked its way down his lover's shaft he would rub his thumb along the underside of Nero's cock applying just enough pressure so that Nero could feel the friction of the toy inside of him.
While he focused on what he was doing or the most art his eyes move to gauge Nero's expression, to see if he was in too much pain...shock was fine, fascination as well, looking overwhelmed with desire and these new sensations would be perfect...but any sign of pain and he was ready to stop and withdraw altogether.]
[Strange felt like a massive understatement when it actually got down to it, so he's glad to have his legs and thighs kept from jerking or twisting in response to anything. The last thing he wanted was to be moving around when Reno was trying to do be careful with him. But, even so, at the first bit of insertion the muscles of his thighs strain against the restraints a little bit as he tries to get used to the feeling.
The bar does its job despite his kneejerk response to having that particular hole stretched even if it was just a little bit. It doesn't hurt, but it's unusual. The lube helps to ease the process he imagines, but the slide he can feel from the inside is something he doesn't have anything to compare to. It's not good or bad--he's not sure yet, but the feeling of being full and tight in the areas the sound reaches is strangely satisfying.
Reno flicks his tongue over his cock and Nero growls out a moan, his eyes never leaving what's happening. And then that thumb presses against his cock along where the sound is from the outside and his cock jumps a bit as his hips jerk forward in surprise. He knows his body pretty well, and precum would have started to flow at this point, but there was nowhere for it to escape to besides inside. Nero eyes close as his head goes slack, tilting back as he moans at the feeling of being rubbed from the inside.]
Mm. Yeah, it's fine. Keep going..
[There was some pain in having to get used to something inside him that way, but not enough to be discouraging. The good (and his curiousity) outweighed the bad.]
[At the invitation to continue Reno accept overwhelmed by his own, personal desire to simply fuck Nero silly in the moment given his exquisite curiosity and how indescribably beautiful he is, it's an intoxicating mixture and one that has the Turk on the edge of his own tolerance. Still, none of this was about him, or about what he wanted, Nero was the one allowing his vulnerability and he was presenting this gift willingly. For the redhead, who was getting something that he wanted and asking something especially intimate from his partner, Nero's needs and wants came before his own.
So he continued on, slowly, inching the sound inside of his lover and between pauses when his fingers weren't rubbing the underside of Nero's cock for that delicious friction and his mouth wasn't busy trying to soothe his discomfort with tempered pleasure, his eyes would fix themselves on Nero's face, locking eyes with the younger man when he could. Reflected in his pale turquoise gaze was a message, that Nero was quite possibly the most beautiful person he'd ever laid eyes on.
The more Reno trained his lover's cock to accept the sound the easier the glide was, but he didn't alter his pace, letting Nero get used to the stretch until the sound had made it all the way down the length of his cock, his prostate and into his bladder pressing up against those sensitive areas from the inside and fully seated. Only the stopper remained visible, but Reno didn't touch it or do anything quite yet, he simply wanted Nero to feel it, to get used to the sensation.
Though now he didn't have to worry about his lover's legs or his body jerking during the insertion process so he removed the spreader but quite liking the effect of the cuffs and straps around Nero's shapely ankles and powerful thighs he left them. He then withdrew long enough to strip himself completely naked, Nero had more than earned the skin-to-skin contact and he wanted to feel his lover pressed against him.
Sliding into the bed with Nero, Reno carefully scooped his lover's sensitive body into his arms, laying him across his lap. Holding him as securely as he could against his chest the Turk tipped Nero's chin up so he could gaze down at him.]
You're unbelievable [he said this fondly dipping down to press a soft kiss to Nero's lip, not even pulling away when he added] so fucking perfect.
[It might have been easier to pick up on Reno suppressing his own urges if he weren't so distracted by everything going on. His muscles would tense at every pass of Reno's thumb over the sensitive skin around the crown of his cock, and again along the underside. He feels like he should be leaking an insane amount of precum, but its only apparent when Reno pulls the sound out fully and it finally has somewhere to escape to.
It's that feeling when it's pulled out that makes his toes curl up in pleasure before Reno nudges it back in again. After a while it's not quite so tight and he can enjoy more of it past the sore stretching feeling of it initially. Nero finally takes the full length of the sound and when it drops to his prostate he jerks against his restraints, moaning loudly, and then past that to his bladder and he can feel the pressure building up already.
Even when the spreader was moved, he didn't move much besides curious shifting of his hips to see what it might feel like shifting inside his cock and all the way past it. He feels incredibly needy now, but for what, exactly he can't say. Nero wants everything. He just wants to soak up everything that Reno wants to give him and demand more still.
He situates himself over Reno's lap once he's naked, with some assistance, and easily gives into the light kiss to his lips. Nero's fingers vanish into bright red hair, sliding though it just enough to run the pads of his fingers over some of the scalp near the base of Reno's neck as he deepens the kiss. While he doesn't give any immediate attention to Reno's cock he does press close against him to trap it tightly between them.]
[Reno wasn't entirely certain if his own needs were translating to Nero, but he found himself surprised by the question and his surprise dissolved into humor in short order. Nuzzling Nero's cheek with the tip of his nose he laughed good-naturedly his hips rocking against his lover enjoying the bit of friction Nero's body offered him. Combing his fingers through Nero's short hair while enjoying the same treatment, luxuriating in the way Nero's fingers felt combing through his own hair.]
I...was thinking the same thing...[Reno's eyes glade down Nero's body, admiring every inch of him before meeting his face once again]...your body is doing all of the work I want to take care of you...
[Such odd sentiments, such an overwhelming degree of affection, he just wraps Nero closer to him so that he could kiss the younger man's face and neck his voice a soft whisper against skin.]...I want to make love to you...
[The hand in Nero's hair slid down his lover's body, whispering over skin until his fingers found the younger man's cock. Taking the plug of the sound between his fingers he began a slow thrusting rhythm, just enough to get tome friction going, but not enough to pull out more than an inch or so before plunging back in.
This was a visualization of what he wanted to do with his own cock, to rock in and out of Nero's tight warmth, he knew what his lover's body felt like, how tight he was, how he'd become so quickly addicted to the way he felt, the squeeze of his muscles.]...like last time...[and like last time he wanted to ready Nero with his mouth]...what do you think?
[Nero didn't immediately catch the surprise in that expression, but eventually saw it just before it changed to amusement. Was it so shocking that he wanted to take care of Reno? That he wants to make him feel good in the same ways he always feels adored and treasured when they're together.
He grabs a fistful of hair, tugging at the red strands as he pulls Reno's head back gently, smiling at him.]
You already take good care of me. [So in his opinion there was very little to be done that hadn't been done already.
Reno finds his lips, and Nero doesn't fight it, letting his mouth and tongue work harmoniously with the Turk's until those lips moved lower to give attention to his neck.] I want that too.
His thighs tense up when Reno grabs his cock, but he only glances down for a moment before he's back to chasing after Reno's lips to get another kiss, rocking his hips slowly to beg for more until Reno's fingers start to work the sound in and out of his cock, his body heating up all over again at how easy it was to stimulate his prostate each time the sound pushed in deep.]
Mm, I liked last time. [Which was no secret a this point. He pushes himself down against Reno as much as he's able with his thighs still strapped into position. He wants Reno fill his ass the same way he's done his cock. With fingers, tongue, toys, or cock. He doesn't care, but he wants Reno to be the one to do it.]
If I take such good care of you...[Reno stops himself before he can speak the words into existence, but there are still thoughts to contend with, selfish thoughts of keeping Nero here forever, tucked against him or pinned underneath him, entangled in those beautiful limbs. His rational side is well aware that Nero is spoken for in such regard and that side of him is crushed so effortlessly beneath the weight of a beast that is both possessive and jealous.
It was uncanny.
Even though the words didn't make it out of his mouth it was clear he wanted Nero to sta, to belong to him, to be warm and safe in this bed, this next he'd cultivated just for Nero. This body, this perfect body, always curious and interested in more, was a temple for his own desires. This was a body...a person he needed to please endlessly...
He passes off such thoughts, for now, best left in the aftermath where he can bask in how soft and pliant Nero is against him. For now, he'll lay his lover back against the bed and move down Nero's Body fingers still teasing the younger man's cock as his lips kissing a soft path down his body. He'd promised Nero he would eat him out, mentally most likely, and he intended to do it, lips and tongue working devotedly on Nero's tight warmth.
His body remembered what the fluttering tight heat felt like wrapped around his cock and that's where he wanted to be, but he was patient and he enjoyed watching his lover squirm under the attention, he enjoyed watching the sound glide in and out of him watching the flex of his hips.
So cute.
Would anyone else describe Nero this way...but he was, everything about him, right down to his flushed, desperate cock and his ass, eager for him dripping with Reno's saliva as he continued to probe hungrily at him.]
[Nero knows he should feel more guilty about all of this, and Prompto did his best to try to help him, but the moment an Astella came into the apartment and wanted to silently demand access to the blond, Nero made an excuse to see himself out. Which is part of what he's doing here. Reno is the only one he trusts to give himself to the way he needs right now. He'll deal with the fallout later.
Everything Reno does to him is maddening. It satisfies one need and creates two more in its place. He could never tire of the Turk or how much care he puts into making him feel good no matter how long they keep this up.
Reno's tongue inside him never fails to make him gasp as his face heats up further with more arousal than he knows what to do with. The man's tongue could work him open expertly by now despite the way his muscles twitch and flex in response to it as well as the sound nestled inside his cock and further, stimulating him from the inside as much as Reno is taking care of the outside. It's almost too much, but he still wants more. The few times he glances at Reno to make eye contact, his expression gives away every bit of his desire and need. Not even his voice can keep from sharing just how much he enjoys all the attention and stimulation. He's almost sure he would have come already if the sound wasn't making him hold back. Nero knows he shouldn't be concerned, but he's not sure what it might feel like if he does come and there's nowhere for it to go. With the way things are going it's not going to be long before he finds out.
Cute isn't something he gets called often. Or beautiful. Those were words he tends to hear only from Reno. It's possible he's the only one who sees him that way, and that's why he's okay with belonging to him.]
[Reno is aware that Nero has another lover, and that's something that should factor into the equation, he's met the other man, he seems nice enough...but the Turk is able to compartmentalize him away somewhere else. He was operating under the impression that Prompto was nebulous when it came to his presence, but there was nothing he could really do on that score.
Really, the only thing he can think about at the moment isn't whether or not there were rivals for his beautiful mate, but sending his lover into thralls of ecstasy, absorbing the scent of him, and wanting just as much to rub off on Nero. There was that selfish, hungry animal in him that wanted to soak into the younger man so thoroughly that his lover would find separation unbearable, that he'd wrap himself up in Reno's blankets and his clothing just to keep himself from shaking apart and find himself aroused in the cocoon.
Constantly aroused, constantly needing the redhead's presence, his hands, his mouth, his cock, his little torments, and unable to find fulfillment without these things. A shivering gasping gorgeous mess...and it was arousing, and Reno wanted nothing more than to take him in, sweat beading up against sleek straining muscle that yielded to his touch. And having Nero connected to him by his thoughts made it all the more intoxicating if for no other reason than to be able to trigger a response with a thought.]
Mmm...looks like it...[Reno lifted his head, hovering over Nero's cock, an angry flush, swollen, and struggling against the sound. He could sense Nero's concern and Reno doesn't say it, but he lets him know exactly what would happen: if I leave it you'll have a dry orgasm. And as sexy as that would be for Reno he knew Nero had limits, he was very fresh to Reno and this experiences...no, he would warm his lover up to it. Perhaps when Nero expressed he wanted something harder and more demanding of Nero, then Reno would help him explore chastity play.
For now, the redhead freed his lover's legs and adjusted his body so that his hips were angled perfectly allowing him to sit up and align the head of his cock with Nero's hole pushing inside, slowly. As he did this he began withdrawing the sound from Nero with equal slowness, pulling gently, stopping to occasionally thrust the sound in and out before withdrawing a bit more and repeating the process several times until the sound was fully withdrawn and his cock was fully sheathed inside of his lover's ass.
Exhaling slowly he leaned over Nero laying the sound off to the side in his lover's line of vision so he could see it coated in lubricant and his own efforts. He braced himself with one arm freeing up his other hand to wrap around Nero's cock stroking him furiously and giving him no quarter as he began pounding inside of his younger lover.]
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The door locks and he's already distracted by the soft contact and promise of more of that potentially. Reno had said he smelled good, and Nero believes it despite not having the ability to smell it himself. So a bath didn't sound too bad.
He has to peel himself away from Reno, leaving him with a lingering kiss before he starts to pull off his clothes on his way to the bathroom. Whatever scent was coming off of him would only increase as the layers come off and fall onto the floor. With his mind still on some of the ideas Reno had floating around and how distressingly aroused he was, he barely manages to start filling the tub with water before seating himself in it. For now he keeps his legs outstretched until he knows for sure whether Reno would be joining him.]
Which do I use? I want to smell like you.
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When Nero pulls away Reno is reluctant to let him out of his arms, but the tradeoff isn't entirely unpleasant, watching Nero strip on his way to the bath, that overwhelming scent crawling into him, heightening his desires, coaxing the Turk into arousal without the need for touch. These things were worth it. He's able to keep a cool head, if not a clear one, while following his lover into the bath and instinct told him to watch...as if Reno didn't already have voyeuristic tendencies anyway.
His eyes raked Nero over, his red face suffusing color as far down as his chest, his fair and flawless skin made more perfect by it. Even more perfect was Nero's body, tall, well-formed muscle...different from Reno's own body...not that the Turk was shapeless, he had fine muscle tone and an agile body, but Nero was built more for brute force. Though to be perfectly honest right now his body was built to be thoroughly pleasured and senselessly fucked...at least that what Ren thought. He wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into the meatiest muscle in his lover's back, arm, and ass claiming him completely.
For now, however, he crouched at the tubs edge behind him, grateful that his tub was more freestanding and detached from the shower, it made it easier to kneel behind Nero, to coax his lover's head back so he could rest against Reno's shoulder. It gave Reno the vantage point where his eyes could slide down the full line of his lover's body taking in how aroused he was. Palming the water as the tub continued to fill Reno poured it over Nero's shoulders and chest, following the gesture up with soft caresses to his neck and massaging Nero's pectorals.
At the question The Turk was pulled from his thoughts and admirations, nodding in the direction of the soaps and shampoo he uses before bringing them within reach.]
These ones here.
[Reno offered helpfully but was he being helpful? No.
In his own thoughts, he knew it wasn't the soap that Reno needed in order to smell like the Turk, it was something else that he knew instinctively. He needed to be drenched in Reno's sweat, his body marked with Reno's come, his ass filled with it...and that coaxed other imagery from Reno. Imagery that was less romantic than what was happening now, imagery of fucking Nero senselessly, plugging him up, fucking him again, coming inside of his younger lover multiple times and forcing his body to not spill a single drop for as long as he could manage it. Breeding his lover knowing there was no real point to it, but wanting to anyway, perhaps even tying him up with his ass accessible at all times so he could continue to spill into him at leisure and he felt like he had it in him now to fuck Nero multiple times.
Until the scent of Reno had melted into his bones.
it was a pleasant thought.
For now, he just wanted to watch Nero bathe himself, and maybe he would join but watching seemed to be an imperative and he wanted to watch Nero wash every inch of himself. Thoroughly.]
If you need help, I'm right here beautiful. [Funny, he felt like he knew Nero well enough to know how to stroke him with words, with praise, with validation. He was here, he wasn't going anywhere, not tonight...and if he had his druthers, not for several days and nights. What Nero had walked into wasn't just Reno's home, it was a nest a den of mating, and if he expectedto be released from it any time soon then he would be disappointed. He was here for Reno to take care of.]
i love everything about this
He lets out a long sigh, sinking his shoulders in for a moment when he uses his foot to shut off the water. As nice as it was he doesn't plan to flood Reno's bathroom. Not today. When his lover settles behind him, Nero glances back curiously before tilting his head back to enjoy the warm water pouring over his shoulders and chest. This was nice.
The second he's tempted to say as much, he's hit with the nastiest thoughts of all the things Reno might do to him in this tub, outside it, bent over it. He's sure this time that they're not his own ideas, but it doesn't stop the rush of blood downward, his cock briefly peeking out from water level when it twitches, demanding attention. Oh no, not here. They were having such a nice moment, and Nero thinks he might ruin it if he tries to touch himself. So his hands grip the edges of the tub, eyes closed, trying to relax despite the overwhelming psychic imagery of Reno ruining him again and again until he physically can't take any more.
Reno is still innocently behind him being attentive and helpful while Nero feels like he's losing his mind.
He grabs for the soap and starts to wash, using his hands in place of a washcloth just so he can sneak subtle passes of his fingers over his cock, still alarmed by how hard he is right now without having been touched. Even his nipples are perked up as though he were out in the cold but the steam from the bath is already fogging up the mirrors.]
Reno..this is going to sound insane, but I think I can read your mind..
[Nero tilts his head back a bit further to look at the Turk, one hand reaching for him to pull him closer by the collar of his shirt so he won't have to move around so much in the water when he wants to kiss him.]
You fucking pervert.
[It comes out more a term of endearment than anything else and its followed by a soft slow kiss that he takes his time with. If even only 10% of what Reno was thinking happened, they'd be there for quite some time.]
reno's thoughts are so unfiltered rn
He wanted to watch Nero finger himself as well and idly wondered if his lover did such things of his own violation all fours on his bed, slick fingers experimenting, wondering at the tightness of his own body, how warm he was, how soft he was. Reno doubted it, but he added it to his mental records and all of the things he wanted to do to Nero while they were nesting.
He cocked an eyebrow at the admission that his thoughts were transparent to Nero and a grin tugged at the corner of his lips as he didn't seem at all put off by it. His smile broadened even more at being called a fucking pervert. Winding his arms around Nero and not caring if his dress shirt got soaked in the process he returned the kiss so lovingly, fingers caressing the younger man's neck and cheek and he arched himself over the tub to make the intimacy easier on Nero.]
I'm the pervert? [Reno chuckled softly once he finally pulled back, but only just, there was still very little space between them. He freed up a hand, skirting down to lightly caress the head of Nero's erection bobbing above the water's surface] your dick is so hard you can't stand it baby, you want to come.
[Reno covers one of Nero's ears with his mouth, his tongue lapping delicately at the shell, lightly sucking before withdrawing to nibble.]
And if you're reading my mind you know that's what I want [he dropped kisses along the column of Nero's neck] touch yourself, come...I want to watch...I can't get enough of watching you...get yourself off for me and I'll eat you out and fuck you.
[wrapping one hand around Nero's through as though he had him collared already he gently pulled his head back to look at him.] You enjoyed that...
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Two birds with one stone, wasn't it?
And Reno was more than encouraging it. Maybe he was also a pervert after all. His fingers curl around his cock and it stands straight up so some of it is visible over the water as he works himself slowly. He remembers how good it felt to have Reno fuck him with his tongue and then his cock. Nero was practically begging for it by the end of it. Enjoyed might not have been a strong enough word.]
Yeah, but before. You were thinking about.. [Nero sinks down an inch or two lower when he plants his feet into the corners of the tub and lifts his hips up so that Reno can better watch him play with himself. It's difficult to see but the consistency of the water and the leaking tip of his cock is distinguishable if anyone is looking closely enough. He rubs his thumb along the slit and then pushes down on the opening, looking at it like he was trying to solve a puzzle.]
Putting something inside it? Would it hurt?
[He's curious about it, but obviously doesn't find it concerning since he's stroking himself while he considers it, using Reno's voice to imagine his way to orgasm. He's so hard he thinks he might cum just from sneezing.]
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Aside from that Nero could always be himself around Reno, there was no call to impress, no reason to tiptoe around what he wanted or needed. The Turk was transparent in that regard, so long as it felt good for both of them then why not? It was perfectly okay if Nero was a pervert, not that Reno would accuse him of that, more like he was free, less inhibited and weighed down by the worry that he was going to do or behave in a way that was offensive. There was a freedom in not always having to be good and pure of mind.
As Nero sank into the tub so that he could raise his hips Reno scooted a little closer, supportive arms still wrapped around his lover, cheek pressed against Nero's own as he watched him play with his dick openly while trying to explain what was on his mind, or what was on Reno's mind. Ah, so he was curious...Reno had been under the impression that Nero had been curious since their first time, but the when and where he would leave up to Nero.]
You're a cute urethra virgin [Nero said playfully tipping his head to the side to kiss along his lover's cheek and nose, he didn't treat the question as though Nero was asking him something dirty. In fact, it was a valid question on the whole.
Reaching out with one of his hands to join his lover Reno stroking along his lover's shaft delicately with the tips of his fingers.] Only if a stupid amateur does it. It'll be uncomfortable at first, that's just normal, but it feels like nothing else...an instrument that can reach inside you as far as your prostate.
[And as an afterthought Reno felt he had to add as a bit of a warning.] It can give you the most powerful orgasm you've ever had, but you might piss as well...and that's okay too, it's all part of it.
[And Reno kissed him as if nothing could disgust the Turk where Nero was concerned.]
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He should have known by this point how accepting Reno was. There was never any judgement where the redhead was concerned, and even when Nero asked stupid questions rather than being brushed off, the Turk would instead teach him something new. Nero might have jokingly referred to him as his BDSM coach, but they've moved far past that point.]
Shut up. I guess I just want to know what it feels like.
[Nero laughs, still rubbing his thumb over the tip of his cock in contemplation until Reno steps in to take him in hand. He's got no complaints there. It always felt better with someone else's hand, and Reno had free reign to any part of him.]
Fuck, it goes in that deep?
[His cock twitches in response to that. Maybe the thought of how far it might have to go, or the fact that it would get to his prostate. He's not sure but the memories of attention to the latter were very vivid in his mind. Nero's grateful for the warning, but he thinks he'd be able to get over the embarrassment of pissing himself in front of someone if it was Reno who couldn't make it more clear that he doesn't care about that stuff.
Nero turns his face to better reciprocate the kiss, immediately sucking Reno's tongue into his mouth as he just gives into his heat.]
Reno is just one giant kink right now, so sorry Nero
Reno didn't think about kids at all, but with this heat pulsing in his hands it came unbidden to his mind that any children Nero had would be exceptional in beauty. With Nero as a parent, how could they be anything else? His fair features and physical flawlessness were excellent features and he rolled Nero in his palm gently as he mulled over these thoughts. Granted it would be impossible because Reno wouldn't see the man with anyone else, not in his possessive addled brain, children would require an addition to this and couldn't let him go.
A true shame, but the life pulsing in the palm of his hands belonged to Reno (in this state anyway).]
Kinda hard to describe how it feels...kind of its own feeling really [Reno mused, his face still intimately close to Nero's] uncomfortable for your first time, but when it passes there's a fullness...something touching you from the inside. You add vibrations and electrical pulses to the mix and you can totally lose your head...and depending on your purpose you will come pretty quick or you could be suspended in that state...melting, slowly losing yourself to the pleasure....begging for it...it's entirely unique...
[Reno wouldn't care what Nero did in the throes of his pleasure, what was piss when he could watch Nero lose himself completely in pleasure to the point of true exhaustion...a yielding and vulnerable moment. It would be a thing of beauty to have him soft and malleable in Reno's arms after]
Yeah...it can go that deep...and once you got used to it I'd fuck you as well...relentless stimulation, how does that sound? [Not that he would get the answer, Nero's lips were on him, his tongue eagerly plying Nero's mouth, applying the same lingual skills to his lover as he would if he were tongue fucking him.]
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He's a little in his own head to fully focus on trying to be in Reno's bust he does catch a hint of the man considering what their children might be like it it were possible, and the jealousy that follows with the logistics of it.
It was sad, but he was endeared that the thought had crossed Reno's mind. That anyone would think about being with him long term enough to start a real family was everything. He never really had one of those growing up, and it might have been the heat talking, but he he thinks Reno could take care of him. Yeah, something was definitely fucked up. He was never okay with being taken care of before, but now the thought of being prized by someone who would be protective of him isn't so bad.]
I want to know what that feels like.
[He pushes his hips up making waves in the water as he fucks Reno's fist to the thought of it. The reality might be different, but the idea of it is strange and feels like it should be forbidden which makes it all the more appealing.
Sounds good to me. Nero thinks, not bothering to pull away from Reno's lips to say the word. He kisses and sucks messily at Reno's tongue, repaying it for all the good it's done him in their short time of knowing each other, moaning when Reno gives him the same treatment as if he was using his mouth elsewhere. He comes in an instant at the memory, spilling himself in the bathwater, but his arousal doesn't waiver in the least. Nero's body stays ready to fuck as if a handjob was an insult and it wouldn't be enough.]
I think I need more..
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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.]
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Nero's body was calming down maybe 25%, but was still fully prepared to go again at short notice. His erection didn't fully subside even after he was getting out of the tub, but he was still overly sensitive just from being hard for so long. It made it all the more intense when Reno gave it any attention as he helped him dry off. He feels half drunk from the mental imagery of being toyed with to the edge of his sanity. So much that he's having a hard time focusing on anything that wasn't hands or lips on him.]
Please fix it.
[His voice is pleading yet stern. He's demanding it as much as he's expecting Reno to deliver. Nero leans his head against Reno's shoulder when arms are around him, and he pushes his hips forward more when he feels that he's not the only one aroused. Nero's hand starts to reach for Reno's cock just as he pulls away. He wants to make his lover feel good so that he'll keep wanting him, showering him with praise and attention.
Nero snaps out of it for a moment, listening to the instructions. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do at this point. Reno was good for it. Always. When the step into the bedroom he watches Reno spread the towels and afterward it was his turn to do as he was instructed to the best of his ability.
Once he's done, he's spread wide feeling a little awkward and embarrassed, but maintains the position and waits further instruction as he curiously turns his head to see what Reno might be up to in the meanwhile.]
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Naturally, the instinct that would allow him to extend their intimacy won out and his eyes linger over Nero's spread out body, the shyness about him and yet still willing. He was aching to fuck him senseless, but not yet, it wouldn't be enough and he had his own promises to keep, little wishes and curiosities to grant his lover. He couldn't disregard that for a quick release, how cold and clinical and ultimately unsatisfying would it be to end this too quickly? It wouldn't be that easy for either of them.
With Nero prone and following his instructions obediently Reno Couldn't help bending over him, planting his hands on either side of his lover's face to reward him with a slow, deep kiss before drawing back just a little, his smiling eyes filled with praise that he knew Nero constantly craved.]
Very good, so perfect [One hand strayed to caress Nero's lips before drawing himself back up] I'll take care of everything.
[He'd fix this for Nero and with such intentions, he strayed to the other side of the room to collect what he would need and a few other odds and ends just in case it occurred to him that he could give Nero more pleasure. Dumping his small pile on the bed just out of Nero's vision the redhead first grabbed a bottle of medical-grade lubricant and a long silicone sound. The sound he laid on Nero's stomach, a long, flexible tool with a plug at the end housing the vibrator. He laid it there for mental stimulus while he worked on lubricating Nero, wanting the glide to be as easy on his lover as possible.
Filling a tiny syringe with the slippery, clear fluid he gently pressed it to the tip of his lover's cock, still hard and sensitive, still pulsing with need. Dipping the syringe into the small hole he slowly and steadily began plunging the lubricant into his lover knowing the sensation would be strange and taking his time, letting the jelly substance work it's way inside as opposed to forcing it. HeHe was focused on his work, but his eyes drifted to Nero's face, watching him for discomfort or pain...though he'd rather see pleasure and surprise, all the reason to take his time.
While one hand was occupied with lubing Nero up for what would eventually come, his other hand attempted to provide more distracting sensations, gently rubbing circles around the tight ring of his ass, another hole Reno was eager to explore, but the redhead didn't want to overstimulate, just distract. He had wonderful memories of Nero's body opening under him and idly wondered if Nero would grow to enjoy the taste of his cock inside of his ass, prefer it, enjoy the fit of it as his body adjusted to Reno.
He enjoyed the idea and he knew that their time here would give his lover plenty of opportunities to conform to the shape of him.
To provide even more encouragement Reno pressed a few kisses to the inside of his lover's thighs.]
You're doin' great [he murmured giving the flesh a gentle suck before nuzzling him, still carefully attending to the syringe] let me know if you feel any pain at all, yeah?
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Nero soaks up the kiss before Reno pulls away, not really able to see most of what was going on in the corner of his eye. Then something unfamiliar was put onto his stomach and with very little imagination on his part he's able to determine what it is and what Reno would be doing with it. His heart races as his cock twitches. When he said he wanted to try, he didn't suspect that Reno would be up for it the very same day.
It's about as terrifying as it is exciting, and Nero can't help but compare the length of the sound to the length of his cock. Is that how deep inside him it would go?
Reno goes out of view again for a moment when he fills the syringe, but Nero turns his head to get a better look, still maintaining the same position as he watches. He isn't kept waiting long at all because the syringe squeezes its contents down into his cock. His muscles tense in expectation of some amount of pain, but besides the strange feeling of something going inside him there rather than coming out (he's more used to that), it's not so bad. Just unusual, but his eyes are fixated on watching it happen like if he turns away something unusual will happen, or he'll miss everything.
Gradually he starts to forget to keep his legs parted, but Reno's fingers take to rubbing around his hole, and he remembers to keep his thighs parted.
Of everything that's happening now, the kisses to his thighs is what causes his face to heat up. Whatever circuitry was responsible for transmitting shame felt fucking broken, but he's having his curiosity satisfied while feeling like he's getting closer to Reno even if it's just physically for now.
"It doesn't hurt," Nero responds, kind of panting a little from just the sight of it alone, really. "Just..feels different." And the tip of the syringe wasn't going so deep at all. It wasn't bad at all.
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[Noting that Nero was struggling with his thighs and keeping his legs apart Nero brought the proper tools along for the ride for such a purpose and before he moved on to the main course he wanted to stabilize Nero, to make sure he wasn't straining or jerking his legs too much and to help relieve his arms of the responsibility of keeping his legs spread wide. Setting the syringe aside he reached for a few of the tools he'd set aside for such a purpose, Nero should be very familiar with the spreader bar by this point, but this one wasn't designed for floor use and it had a few more attachments.
He cuffed both of his lover's ankles and spread them with the bar, adjusting the wideness to be suitable for his own task, but he wanted Nero to be comfortable as well, wide, but not too wide. The next attachment involved leather straps that he buckled around Nero's thighs with chains could be affixed to the cuff on his ankles to keep his legs bent and tipped open. He wouldn't cuff Nero's hands unless it seemed like it would be necessary, for now, this was more than enough.
Feeling a little bit of reassurance was in order the Turk slid back up, bowing himself over Nero's body so he could steal a few kisses from him all while taking his lover's hands into his own pinning them gently against the bed while he plied Nero's mouth for several moments. When he drew back he murmured to him softly.] I'm going to do the insertion now, the par is to keep your legs as still as possible...and to take some of the pressure off of holding them still...
[A final kiss to Nero's neck and Reno eased his way back down between the younger man's thighs, plucking the sound off of his stomach and scooping up the bottle of lubricant on the way. He was generous in not only coating the instrument in the slippery substance but his lover's cock as well, letting the fluid spill over the length of his shaft to trickle down his balls and to his tight hole. Once he had emptied about two-thirds of the bottle in oiling Nero and the sound up, he pressed one final, gentle kiss to Nero's tipped out thighs before penetrating.
It was not a hurried process at all and he spend the most time on the initial insertion, slowly widening the small hole unused to being penetrated in this way. Nero liked to remind him that he could heal quickly and that he wouldn't break, but that was often beside the point, Reno was unhurried because he enjoyed a slow burn, but he also had no desire to hurt Nero regardless of his healing factor. He wasn't surprised to be met with some resistance given how tight and unstrained Nero was, his cock was a snug fit even for his smallest sound and there was something arousing in that. Every now and then he would pause, letting Nero get used to the sensation, flicking his tongue out to lick the apex of his lover's cock in a soothing gesture, particularly the tip where the sound was stretching him. As the device worked its way down his lover's shaft he would rub his thumb along the underside of Nero's cock applying just enough pressure so that Nero could feel the friction of the toy inside of him.
While he focused on what he was doing or the most art his eyes move to gauge Nero's expression, to see if he was in too much pain...shock was fine, fascination as well, looking overwhelmed with desire and these new sensations would be perfect...but any sign of pain and he was ready to stop and withdraw altogether.]
You doin' okay?
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The bar does its job despite his kneejerk response to having that particular hole stretched even if it was just a little bit. It doesn't hurt, but it's unusual. The lube helps to ease the process he imagines, but the slide he can feel from the inside is something he doesn't have anything to compare to. It's not good or bad--he's not sure yet, but the feeling of being full and tight in the areas the sound reaches is strangely satisfying.
Reno flicks his tongue over his cock and Nero growls out a moan, his eyes never leaving what's happening. And then that thumb presses against his cock along where the sound is from the outside and his cock jumps a bit as his hips jerk forward in surprise. He knows his body pretty well, and precum would have started to flow at this point, but there was nowhere for it to escape to besides inside. Nero eyes close as his head goes slack, tilting back as he moans at the feeling of being rubbed from the inside.]
Mm. Yeah, it's fine. Keep going..
[There was some pain in having to get used to something inside him that way, but not enough to be discouraging. The good (and his curiousity) outweighed the bad.]
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So he continued on, slowly, inching the sound inside of his lover and between pauses when his fingers weren't rubbing the underside of Nero's cock for that delicious friction and his mouth wasn't busy trying to soothe his discomfort with tempered pleasure, his eyes would fix themselves on Nero's face, locking eyes with the younger man when he could. Reflected in his pale turquoise gaze was a message, that Nero was quite possibly the most beautiful person he'd ever laid eyes on.
The more Reno trained his lover's cock to accept the sound the easier the glide was, but he didn't alter his pace, letting Nero get used to the stretch until the sound had made it all the way down the length of his cock, his prostate and into his bladder pressing up against those sensitive areas from the inside and fully seated. Only the stopper remained visible, but Reno didn't touch it or do anything quite yet, he simply wanted Nero to feel it, to get used to the sensation.
Though now he didn't have to worry about his lover's legs or his body jerking during the insertion process so he removed the spreader but quite liking the effect of the cuffs and straps around Nero's shapely ankles and powerful thighs he left them. He then withdrew long enough to strip himself completely naked, Nero had more than earned the skin-to-skin contact and he wanted to feel his lover pressed against him.
Sliding into the bed with Nero, Reno carefully scooped his lover's sensitive body into his arms, laying him across his lap. Holding him as securely as he could against his chest the Turk tipped Nero's chin up so he could gaze down at him.]
You're unbelievable [he said this fondly dipping down to press a soft kiss to Nero's lip, not even pulling away when he added] so fucking perfect.
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It's that feeling when it's pulled out that makes his toes curl up in pleasure before Reno nudges it back in again. After a while it's not quite so tight and he can enjoy more of it past the sore stretching feeling of it initially. Nero finally takes the full length of the sound and when it drops to his prostate he jerks against his restraints, moaning loudly, and then past that to his bladder and he can feel the pressure building up already.
Even when the spreader was moved, he didn't move much besides curious shifting of his hips to see what it might feel like shifting inside his cock and all the way past it. He feels incredibly needy now, but for what, exactly he can't say. Nero wants everything. He just wants to soak up everything that Reno wants to give him and demand more still.
He situates himself over Reno's lap once he's naked, with some assistance, and easily gives into the light kiss to his lips. Nero's fingers vanish into bright red hair, sliding though it just enough to run the pads of his fingers over some of the scalp near the base of Reno's neck as he deepens the kiss. While he doesn't give any immediate attention to Reno's cock he does press close against him to trap it tightly between them.]
What can I do for you?
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I...was thinking the same thing...[Reno's eyes glade down Nero's body, admiring every inch of him before meeting his face once again]...your body is doing all of the work I want to take care of you...
[Such odd sentiments, such an overwhelming degree of affection, he just wraps Nero closer to him so that he could kiss the younger man's face and neck his voice a soft whisper against skin.]...I want to make love to you...
[The hand in Nero's hair slid down his lover's body, whispering over skin until his fingers found the younger man's cock. Taking the plug of the sound between his fingers he began a slow thrusting rhythm, just enough to get tome friction going, but not enough to pull out more than an inch or so before plunging back in.
This was a visualization of what he wanted to do with his own cock, to rock in and out of Nero's tight warmth, he knew what his lover's body felt like, how tight he was, how he'd become so quickly addicted to the way he felt, the squeeze of his muscles.]...like last time...[and like last time he wanted to ready Nero with his mouth]...what do you think?
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He grabs a fistful of hair, tugging at the red strands as he pulls Reno's head back gently, smiling at him.]
You already take good care of me. [So in his opinion there was very little to be done that hadn't been done already.
Reno finds his lips, and Nero doesn't fight it, letting his mouth and tongue work harmoniously with the Turk's until those lips moved lower to give attention to his neck.] I want that too.
His thighs tense up when Reno grabs his cock, but he only glances down for a moment before he's back to chasing after Reno's lips to get another kiss, rocking his hips slowly to beg for more until Reno's fingers start to work the sound in and out of his cock, his body heating up all over again at how easy it was to stimulate his prostate each time the sound pushed in deep.]
Mm, I liked last time. [Which was no secret a this point. He pushes himself down against Reno as much as he's able with his thighs still strapped into position. He wants Reno fill his ass the same way he's done his cock. With fingers, tongue, toys, or cock. He doesn't care, but he wants Reno to be the one to do it.]
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It was uncanny.
Even though the words didn't make it out of his mouth it was clear he wanted Nero to sta, to belong to him, to be warm and safe in this bed, this next he'd cultivated just for Nero. This body, this perfect body, always curious and interested in more, was a temple for his own desires. This was a body...a person he needed to please endlessly...
He passes off such thoughts, for now, best left in the aftermath where he can bask in how soft and pliant Nero is against him. For now, he'll lay his lover back against the bed and move down Nero's Body fingers still teasing the younger man's cock as his lips kissing a soft path down his body. He'd promised Nero he would eat him out, mentally most likely, and he intended to do it, lips and tongue working devotedly on Nero's tight warmth.
His body remembered what the fluttering tight heat felt like wrapped around his cock and that's where he wanted to be, but he was patient and he enjoyed watching his lover squirm under the attention, he enjoyed watching the sound glide in and out of him watching the flex of his hips.
So cute.
Would anyone else describe Nero this way...but he was, everything about him, right down to his flushed, desperate cock and his ass, eager for him dripping with Reno's saliva as he continued to probe hungrily at him.]
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Everything Reno does to him is maddening. It satisfies one need and creates two more in its place. He could never tire of the Turk or how much care he puts into making him feel good no matter how long they keep this up.
Reno's tongue inside him never fails to make him gasp as his face heats up further with more arousal than he knows what to do with. The man's tongue could work him open expertly by now despite the way his muscles twitch and flex in response to it as well as the sound nestled inside his cock and further, stimulating him from the inside as much as Reno is taking care of the outside. It's almost too much, but he still wants more. The few times he glances at Reno to make eye contact, his expression gives away every bit of his desire and need. Not even his voice can keep from sharing just how much he enjoys all the attention and stimulation. He's almost sure he would have come already if the sound wasn't making him hold back. Nero knows he shouldn't be concerned, but he's not sure what it might feel like if he does come and there's nowhere for it to go. With the way things are going it's not going to be long before he finds out.
Cute isn't something he gets called often. Or beautiful. Those were words he tends to hear only from Reno. It's possible he's the only one who sees him that way, and that's why he's okay with belonging to him.]
Reno, I can't..hold it..
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Really, the only thing he can think about at the moment isn't whether or not there were rivals for his beautiful mate, but sending his lover into thralls of ecstasy, absorbing the scent of him, and wanting just as much to rub off on Nero. There was that selfish, hungry animal in him that wanted to soak into the younger man so thoroughly that his lover would find separation unbearable, that he'd wrap himself up in Reno's blankets and his clothing just to keep himself from shaking apart and find himself aroused in the cocoon.
Constantly aroused, constantly needing the redhead's presence, his hands, his mouth, his cock, his little torments, and unable to find fulfillment without these things. A shivering gasping gorgeous mess...and it was arousing, and Reno wanted nothing more than to take him in, sweat beading up against sleek straining muscle that yielded to his touch. And having Nero connected to him by his thoughts made it all the more intoxicating if for no other reason than to be able to trigger a response with a thought.]
Mmm...looks like it...[Reno lifted his head, hovering over Nero's cock, an angry flush, swollen, and struggling against the sound. He could sense Nero's concern and Reno doesn't say it, but he lets him know exactly what would happen: if I leave it you'll have a dry orgasm. And as sexy as that would be for Reno he knew Nero had limits, he was very fresh to Reno and this experiences...no, he would warm his lover up to it. Perhaps when Nero expressed he wanted something harder and more demanding of Nero, then Reno would help him explore chastity play.
For now, the redhead freed his lover's legs and adjusted his body so that his hips were angled perfectly allowing him to sit up and align the head of his cock with Nero's hole pushing inside, slowly. As he did this he began withdrawing the sound from Nero with equal slowness, pulling gently, stopping to occasionally thrust the sound in and out before withdrawing a bit more and repeating the process several times until the sound was fully withdrawn and his cock was fully sheathed inside of his lover's ass.
Exhaling slowly he leaned over Nero laying the sound off to the side in his lover's line of vision so he could see it coated in lubricant and his own efforts. He braced himself with one arm freeing up his other hand to wrap around Nero's cock stroking him furiously and giving him no quarter as he began pounding inside of his younger lover.]