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“Oh!”
Yakumo utters a small, surprised sound with a stutter. The heat of another presses to his back, drapes over him with arms ensnaring his waist. Something that a time ago would have made him nervous. It still does, to a degree, but he’s grown more accustomed to displays of affection in his time by Eiden’s side.
( Training. Eiden had called it once, unabashedly sinking to his knees when the others had left the dining hall to take his second meal of the day.)
“Good morning.” He answers, terribly nonchalant with only the hint of coy amusement on his tongue. His hands slip upwards. Where they once toyed with the hem of his shirt, they slide up it, cupping firmly over Yakumo’s chest. Eiden offers him a squeeze and pinches the hardening buds of his nipples between his fingers.
The sensation, it’s–
His face grows red, and his body thrums with energy. Oh, this feels like before. Instability. Heat . This growing need to sink his cock in something wet and warm. Eiden…
He twists his nipples beneath his clothes and juts the length of a newfound erection into the cleft of Yakumo’s ass. It’s warm. Hard. The length rubbing between his clothed cheeks– shamelessly, always shamelessly from Eiden– with a long moan into his ear.
“You– ah, we’re in public!”
It’s little deterrent by the chuckle kissed to the nape of his neck. Yakumo shivers, and his cock stirs.
Eiden pets the warmth of his cheek, fingers pinching his chin to twist it to the side where he catches the edge of his exclamation with soft lips.
“Wait, Yakumo. You’re doing so well.” Oh, those words , they sink right to the base of his cock. They make it twitch, his balls heavy with seed. Eiden had marveled at it, at first. The sheer volume of semen he’s able to produce.
(‘ Magic.’ He shrugged. ‘Cum magic.’)
Eiden’s hum grows deeper. A satisfied murmur pressed to his skin. It makes his hair stand on end, his blood run hot, his essence singe, and his knees tremble.
“ Hah~” He pants with an unsteady wail. Yakumo’s eyes slide shut, but it is then that he feels too much. Still too sensitive, unused to a sensual touch. He yelps when Eiden yanks him back. The cock against his ass digs deeper into his lower back. He stifles a moan, clawing fingers across his dripping mouth.
Eiden continues. His voice ghosts out against his ear. Warm and humid. The slight tremor in the air around his gem makes him nervous. What is Eiden planning?
“ There’s something I’m curious about…”
Yakumo’s cheeks burn. In fact, every part of him feels as though it's been lit afire. His stomach churns, filled with the heated nausea of overwhelming arousal, and Yakumo restrains himself to the best of his ability with only a single wanton moan slipping through parted fingers.
“Please, ah, it’s too much. My essence–” His essence overflows. The gem grows unstable amidst his desire. “Ah!”
Eiden takes the small round sphere of Yakumo’s gem into his mouth, and he feels as if he may combust on the spot. It throbs. The energy pours out against Eiden’s tongue, as it teases over the lobe before taking the earring into his mouth and offering it a harsh suck.
Yakumo gapes. He stumbles forward only to catch himself on the wall. The hallway they are in is one of the main thoroughfares of the castle. How could he–
“Wow. Look at that.” His teeth grit down when Eiden cups his palm over the swell of his growing erection. The thick length fills his hand when he gives Yakumo a testing squeeze. Yakumo’s eyes roll back. His lashes flutter, and a debauched, drenched cry is coaxed from his lips. Graciously, Eiden only seems amused. “It really does get you going. I thought you were exaggerating about the sensitivity, but it seems that you enjoy this, don’t you?”
He catches it again, the gem kissed and bathed in tacky spit. Ah, it’s… no one’s touched him like this before. Eiden apparently has earned many of his firsts. What’s one more?
The arms wrapped around him tighten and the thrust of his cock hastens. Yakumo’s throbs, and his fingers twitch, wishing to wrap his hand around it and bring himself to completion. All the while, Eiden whispers things to his ear. Soft, sweet, dirty things. Those little morsels of praise that hit just right. And, offers kisses along the snake earring, teasing the dark gem embedded to his skin.
“Uwaah, mmph~”
Closer, closer. He’s worked ever further to the brink of orgasm simply from the attention laved to his most sensitive of spots and from the pawing of Eiden’s hand over his cock.
“How does it feel?” He croons, composure slipping almost completely.
Yakumo pants. He looks down to where his legs begin to buckle– one orgasm and he’s liable to collapse here– and to the tease of Eiden’s capable hands, slipping beneath the rise of his trousers. His hips buck instinctively at the warmth which takes him in hand.
He feels… strange.
“Like–” Eiden nips at the gem, as if to prove a point. And prove, he does because Yakumo’s mind shoots a blank white. Ecstasy. Bliss. He trembles. “ L-like you’re trying to take my soul.”
“Oh?” He muses. “I could suck out your soul in a variety of ways.”
“Please, ah– don’t. Not… now.”
“Do you want to cum?” He offers stroking up his slicked shaft. It squelches between them, Yakumo’s trousers left unsalvageable. He offers a pitiful nod, as saliva trickles down his chin. There’s a soft plop of liquid to the floor. Spit? Cum? It’s impossible to tell.
“Can you use your words, Ya- ku- mo?”
Cruel. How can his Master be so cruel?
“Plea- ah!” He tries. Yakumo tries so hard to beg, but Eiden rubs at the sensitive skin surrounding the source of his essence, and this time, he truly does see white. It’s a gasp. The flash of sparks against his vision, and the overwhelming , violent jolt of pleasure throughout his limbs.
Each one trembles, shakes as his entire body threatens collapse. Eiden groans behind him. The shallow whisper of his name as he cums, and keeps the man wrapped up in his arms. It’s the only reason he’s still left standing while Eiden’s fingers soak through with a fresh spurt of semen.
“Ah, hah~ Eiden. I… I–”
He can’t hold it together. Tears well in his eyes, and he sobs when his chest is pushed forward, pinned between Eiden and the wall. A new warmth settles in him. It radiates from the gem. All comforting and sweet. He sniffles one time, once Eiden has reached his own orgasm, his spend soaking through his pants to Yakumo’s backside.
In parting when Yakumo is still left dazed and confused, Eiden offers him a kiss. Quick and chaste with a smile. It makes his chest ache. “Thanks for this… enlightening experience.” He grins and flicks his ear.
The sensation makes his eyes shoot wide, a cry running dry at the back of his throat, and Yakumo cums on the spot.