Yirel's head snapped up and a flush colored his cheeks as he stared incredulously at him for a heart beat. Rhindov matched his stare. Then Yirel lowered his gaze and stepped towards him, hands going up and tugging the necktie loose before undoing the line of buttons down to his waist. Rhin loved the slow reveal of the smooth tanned skin, though he was just a touch disappointed that there wasn't a hidden layer of silk and lace. He licked his lips. "You'll wear a brassiere, and panties under your masculine clothes when you expect me from now on. And the times I decide to have 'Darling' on my arm you will dress as you did last night for me, in dresses I will provide," he stated.
Yirel glanced up and blinked at him in surprise, his hands hovering over the waistband of his pants. Rhin felt much the same surprise at himself. He hadn't come here with the intent of enabling Quaice's perversions, but the way the mere thought inflamed his passions was undeniable. He leaned back in the chair and motioned for Yirel to continue, shamelessly watching as he shyly undid the buttons. His fingers fluttered over the last few before his hands dropped to his sides and curled into nervous fists.
Rhin raked his gaze over the column of exposed flesh from neck to groin, drinking in the sight. A ring of darker color at Yirel’s chest caught his attention; a mark he’d left around the lord's right nipple. Seeing it now, framed by the crisp linen when it had been cradled in lace last night was invigorating. His eyes drifted lower, across a toned stomach and past, to the half hard erection that was now hanging from the front of Yirel’s open trousers. It grew as he watched, and Rhindov had to admit that it was a lovely cock; slim without being small as it jutted out from a patch of tidy black curls. It was only slightly darker than the rest of him, and only a shade off from his lips and nipples, though possessed of a richer rose blush. Yirel shifted his feet and Rhin glanced up to his face. Yirel was blushing and embarrassed, and in equal measure aroused.
“On your knees, Quaice,” his voice was husky, and Yirel licked his lips as he slowly lowered himself between Rhin’s thighs with a shaking breath. Their eyes never parted, and Rhindov could see the conflict written over Yirel’s thoughts. The way he bristled at being ordered about in his own home, knowing it was because Rhin was blackmailing him into submission. He couldn’t deny the hunger that sparked in his eyes though or how his cock twitched. Rhindov felt a similar rush of excitement as well. He was no stranger to decadence or indulgence, but this was all together different from anything he’d done before. “Suck me.”
Yirel made a small noise in the back of his throat, but nodded. Rhin took in a deep, slow breath as Yirel placed his hands on his knees and slid them up his thighs. His fingers were nimble as he opened the straining fabric and freed his hard shaft. Almost instantly he was leaning forward and nuzzling the base of his cock, his hot breath puffing against his skin as he loosely held it with one hand. Rhin swallowed a groan and reached down to thread his fingers through those silken ebony curls, disrupting the sleek look.. Yirel shivered under his touch and closed his eyes, turning his head to kiss and drag his lips over the thick vein on the underside up the head. Rhin didn’t make a sound, but his cock throbbed in response, and Yirel was quick to lick the tip of him clean from the pearly drop of precum that had formed.
He tightened his hand in his hair and tugged gently. Yirel made another delicious noise as he followed the silent order and took him between his lips. Rhin groaned and let his head fall back as his cock was enveloped in tight, wet heat. “Ngh, yes Darling, just like that,” he moaned. The relative roughness of Yirel’s tongue as it rubbed over his cockhead, then down his shaft as he slowly sucked him deeper into his mouth was wonderful. He wasn’t practiced, but that just seemed to add to his pleasure instead of detract from it. His head was bobbing in his lap, with each downward push more of his length going between the lordling’s lips. He waited until he thought he could speak mostly normally, then looked down at Yirel as he pleasured him.
“When we are in company, regardless if you are yourself or ‘Darling’, you will refer to me as Lord Cavish. When we are alone, you will call me Sir unless I give you permission to use my name. Do you understand?”
Yirel lifted off his cock long enough to utter, “Yessir,” before going back to eagerly sucking him again.
Rhin shuddered. “Good.” He took a steadying breath, forced himself not to move his hips… yet. It was good to know Yirel was listening even as he worked his mouth over him, gripping and stroking what he couldn’t fit. His drool dripped down past his hand even, ticking down to his sac. “You’ll attend every one of the balls I host until the end of the Season, as Darling, and the ones that I attend as well.”
Yirel started to lift off of him again, but Rhin held his head down. “Keep your mouth on me,” he growled softly. The vibrations of Yirel’s accenting moan had his breath stuttering in his chest as pleasure zinged up his spine. He pulsed between his lips and in his hand, the sweet pressure and intoxicating moist heat, the suction… “I expect to see you at least three times a week, if not more. I’ll give you ample forewarning of the times I want you at my disposal, and how you should present yourself.”
Another accenting moan rumbled over his cock, and he could feel a wave of precum gushing out over Yirel’s tongue, and how he hungrily swallowed it. Rhin leaned forward and placed a hand on either side of Yirel’s head. “Your mouth is heavenly Darling. I want more of it. Relax your throat as much as you can, and look up at me.”
He felt Yirel shiver under his hands as he rolled his eyes up at him, whimpering softly. Rhin groaned, his hips twitching forward. Yirel’s eyes widened as Rhin’s cock bumped the back of his throat and his fingers curled into his hair. “Hold onto my thighs, Darling.”
“Mmmph..” Yirel blinked rapidly and put his hands against his inner thighs, looking exquisitely seductive with his lips stretched over Rhin’s cock, eyes bright with excitement and a touch of worry. Rhin didn’t leave him waiting like that for more than a moment before he was thrusting into his mouth. Shallow and slow at first, to get Yirel used to the idea, then gaining speed and force.
Yirel’s hands held tight to his thighs as he let himself be used, his small moans and whimpers interspersed with sharp strangled gasps when Rhin started pushing into his throat. His eyes watered, and tension sang in every line of his body. Rhin was losing himself to the pleasure of fucking Yirel’s mouth and throat, feeling the flutter of his muscles as they fought against the rough intrusion. Another gush of precum left him, slicking Yirel’s mouth. The lordling’s nails dug into his legs as he trembled and fought to keep still, his eyes dripping tears as he gazed up at Rhin, begging him to stop… or maybe pleading for more. Both seemed evident in his expression.
His own breathing was growing ragged and harsh as he pumped his hips relentlessly. His cock swelled, his balls contracting tight against his body. “Hhhngh… Oh Darling, fuck, keep your mouth open for me,” he gasped, pulling Yirel’s head back as he came. Yirel sucked in a deep breath, fighting between moaning wantonly and stifling hacking coughs as Rhin shot across his tongue, into the cavern of his mouth as he held it open for him. He curled over Yirel as the wash of pleasure coursed through him, groaning deep and long. When the last tremors of his orgasm were fading, he licked his lips and looked down at Yirel, sucking in a sharp breath as an intense stab of lust struck him.
The lordling was looking up at him with wet and hazy eyes; panting with his cum painted mouth open still, Rhin’s cock resting on his tongue. His cheeks were bright and warm with his flush, wet where the tears had slipped down, and messy curls wild about his face. He looked like some kind of fallen angel of devious desires, and Rhin was more than glad that such a sinful creature was his, and no one else’s. He tightened his hand in Yirel’s hair, pulling his head back even further, making him whimper and close his eyes. He looked down the exposed line of his body, reaching out with his other hand to push open Yirel’s shirt further and tease the bruised nipple he’d left him with the night before. The young lord trembled in his grip and made even more delightful noises, though they were a bit hoarse from the rough treatment moments earlier. Rhin licked his lips as he pulled Yirel’s nipple between two knuckles and had the young man gasping and arching his back towards him, his hands on his thighs tightening.
Looking down even further, he saw that Yirel was still hard -harder than before- and dripping his arousal on the rug under him. With a smirk he leaned down and nipped at the topmost curve of his ear.
“Hngh-ah~”
“You’re more of a deviant than I gave you credit for, to have enjoyed that so much. Look at that lucious little prick just leaking for me.” Another deep tremble from Yirel as he made a high, helpless sound in the back of his throat. “Do you want to come, Quaice?” He tugged his hair to prompt him to speak.
“Ngh, y-yes-ah-Sir..!”
“That’s what I thought. Join me on the chair; straddle my leg and hold onto the back with one hand.” Rhin leaned back and pulled Yirel with him, keeping eye contact as they adjusted to the new position. He let go of his hair, and peeled the shirt and shoulder strap off the one side, intent on once again assaulting the bruised nipple further. Yirel gasped and bucked, but Rhin held him close with a hand between his shoulder blades while he sucked and bit at his chest. His other hand slipped into the front of Yirel’s trousers, and only briefly fondled his straining cock and taunt balls. “Pleasure yourself while I finger your cunt, Darling. Did you remember to keep yourself wet for me?”
He didn’t give Yirel time to answer as he slipped his two longest fingers back and sank them into his silken oiled hole. They groaned in tandem, though Yirel’s grew high and pitched as Rhin dug his fingers into the mound of nerves inside of him. It was Rhindov’s turn to look up at his Darling, who looked once again ravished and ruined with his wild hair and wet, flushed cheeks, bruised lips and hazy eyes. His hips twitched as he withdrew his fingers and teased his hole, waiting before plunging back in. He even released Quaice’s nipple for a moment to remind him; “Pump your cock for me, Darling.”
Yirel blinked and bit his lip. With a nod he closed his eyes and brought his hand to his erection, a soft and feeble whimper spilling from his lips. Rhin groaned again and pushed the tip of a finger into him before stopping again. “Keep your eyes open and look at me.”
Yirel choked back a frustrated sob and opened his eyes, glaring down at Rhin. “Do you take so much pleasure from my shame then?”
Rhin smirked and raised a brow at him, pressing his finger in deeper and rubbing at the velvet soft skin between his sac and entrance. Yirel gasped and rolled his hips against his will, and Rhin pumped his finger again to keep him moving. “I take great pleasure in your responses.”
The lordling was unable to speak after that, and Rhin kept their eyes locked once more as he took his nipple between his teeth and gently nibbled at it, flicking his tongue over the erect nub while he fingered him. Yirel’s soft gasps and moans filled the silence, the sounds of his hand moving over his flesh; shy and slow at first. The early morning light coming in through sheer lace curtains and the few supplemental mage lights made the scene almost romantic, if not for the lusty glare that was being aimed at him. Rhin ignored it though, and focused his attention on making Yirel forget about anything but wanting to come.
His thumb continued to press and rub between his lordling’s legs, and he added back the second finger to his hole, massaging his passage and coaxing more noises from him. Rhin devoured the poor swollen nipple as best he could, loving how Yirel pressed his chest forward when he sucked, and squirmed when he bit and rolled it between his teeth. If he hadn’t spent himself so thoroughly last night, and again in Yirel’s mouth just minutes ago, he would have been sporting another cockstand. As it was, he harvested each pleasured sound and twitch with the determination of a jealous lover.
He watched as moment by moment, while he expertly teased and touched, pleasure and the need to chase it became the only thing on Yirel’s mind. His eyes lost their angry heat, and instead reflected restrained desire. His hips bucked and rolled as he pushed between his own hand and Rhin’s, the wet head of his cock leaking pearly cum as he drew closer to his climax. The slide of his pumping fist drew Rhin’s attention just as much as his expressive face, and he switched between watching the two.
Rhin pumped his fingers in time with Yirel’s masturbation, sometimes spearing his pleasure spot, others just grazing it, all the while his thumb continued it’s slow and ponderous circle over his perineum. His mouth watered thinking of how he would taste, how his foreskin would fold and wrinkle and stretch under lips and tongue, and lightly with teeth. He pressed his fingers in deep, pulsing them hard and rhythmically. “Come for me, Darling. Give me your pleasure,” he purred as Yirel’s breath and hips started to hitch.
The lordling arched his back, his eyes squeezing shut at the last moment that he spilled himself with a strangled moan. He caught the streams of sticky white in his hand, keeping from soiling Rhindov’s clothes any further than they already were by their rutting. Rhin drank in the sight; his orgasm twisted face as Yirel hovered over him, pained and euphoric all at once. It took only heartbeats of straining before Yirel shuddered for the final time and relaxed against Rhin’s chest without thinking. He was gasping, and trying to catch his breath, and Rhin let him, stroking a hand lightly over his neck and shoulders.
He felt so small and fragile in his arms like that. His gasps as sweet as a nightingale song to him. Rhin leaned his head down and nuzzled Yirel’s hair, breathing in his scent. “Mmm… You did very well, Darling.” Gently and slowly he removed his fingers, though Quaice still trembled as he was left empty.
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