Tahlen gave a long-suffering sigh.
“I wastryingto make sure you were well,” Tahlen explained, close to disgruntled. “I didn’t realize how insistent you would be. I should have, knowing you as I do.”
“Was I?” Zelli did not know how to take that, but it was truly the least of the things that Tahlen could have been upset about. “I’m sorry. You wanted to do your best and I was annoying?”
“Not annoying,” Tahlen drew his hands down the length of Zelli’s body as if mesmerized by the bloom and slow fade of different colors, or maybe the feel of Zelli’s markings. “You got on all fours and begged me. You pleaded with me. ‘Please, Tahlen,’ you said, and whined when I tried to go slow. I did notwantto be slow. I wanted to be slowfor you.”
“I’m persuasive,” Zelli reminded him breathlessly.
“You’re dangerous.” Tahlen regarded Zelli brightly despite his words. He ran his fingertips over Zelli’s stomach, smiling when Zelli surprised them both with a ticklish laugh. “Yellow,” he remarked thoughtfully, “and orange.” He brought his hands up to Zelli’s nipples, his touch lighter than Zelli’s had been. “You didn’t respond much when I touched you here before.”
Zelli did not appreciate Tahlen’s calm study of him when he could not do much more than arch his back to press himself into Tahlen’s hands.
“They get sort of hot,” he explained, or tried to, “when I am like this. Swollen, too, if I touch them too much. I used to worry—ah.” His voice rose as Tahlen plucked on his nipples before pinching them. “Tahlen!” he gasped, pressing Tahlen’s hands back down when Tahlen startled and tried to pull away. “Don’t stop.”
Tahlen had to know what he was doing to him; Zelli’s cock was difficult to miss.
“You used to worry?” Tahlen prompted, sending currents of lightning through Zelli’s chest and creating a heavy, pleasing ache under his caresses.
Zelli left his hands over Tahlen’s and closed his eyes. He moaned softly and considered asking Tahlen to do this to him forever. “It’s too much—not this.” He kept Tahlen’s hands right where they were, and wriggled, as much as he could, when Tahlen responded with a tug. “I used to worry,” he explained reluctantly, eyes firmly shut, “when I knew less about this… and about bodies in general… that the heaviness meant I was going… make milk, or something. Don’t laugh. I was young.”
Tahlen noticeably paused what he was doing, but then returned to it, using the edge of his thumbnail to make Zelli gasp.
“Your body surprises you all the time,” Tahlen offered, voice gone hoarse once again. “And with everything else, it seems a natural worry.”
“You really are beautiful.” Zelli was only complaining a little.
Tahlen took his hands away, then bent down just as Zelli opened his eyes. He began to use his lips and tongue as he had used his fingers.
Zelli made a sound, made a lot of sounds, and dug his hands into Tahlen’s hair. He moaned at the ceiling and wished a mirror existed there so he could watch Tahlen suck one nipple, then the other, soft at first, and then harder when Zelli liked it. He bit, too, not as hard as Zelli would have, but pleased with himself, Zelli could tell. His mouth made Zelli ache, made Zelli think of filling that mouth in whatever way he could, milk or seed or his cock.
His cock was so large it might choke Tahlen. Zelli could pull back, let Tahlen suckle as he was now, and then spill thick down his throat and on his tongue, over his chest. Zelli would decorate his shoulder with his teeth and spill there too. But never on his braid. Not unless Tahlen asked him to.
“Tahlen.” Zelli pulled Tahlen’s hair to urge him to whichever nipple needed his attentions. He blushed for it, but Tahlen didn’t stop. He whined, a mere hint of a sound but enough for Zelli to wonder if Tahlen ached like Zelli did.
“Will you suck me again? I mean, my cock and not only my nipples?” Zelli managed to make that a question at least, though he could not find apleasein his heart. One wasn’t needed anyway. The hint of a whine slipped from Tahlen again, then he slid all the way to the floor onto his knees in front of the low bed. He looked up Zelli’s body to meet Zelli’s stare and took a deep breath.
“Oh,” Zelli added breathlessly, “that wasn’t quite an order, was it? I’ll work on it.”
Smiling faintly, Tahlen pulled Zelli toward him by his calves, then curled his hands around Zelli’s cock without hesitation and brought it to his lips. He had to open his mouth wide.
Zelli was transfixed.
He tried clumsily to prop himself up only to need to touch Tahlen a moment later. His hands found Tahlen’s hair again, then Tahlen’s shoulders and the muscles of his back.
Tahlen wanted his mouth filledso much. Zelli fell to the bed again, legs spread as he touched his reddened nipples. Tahlen’s eyes were closed, his lips stretched. He made wet, muffled sounds as he licked and swallowed, then he hauled Zelli closer.
“Can you breathe?” Zelli worried, pushing up whenever Tahlen let him. “Look at me.”
Tahlen’s eyes were slow to open. His lashes were wet. He did not stop his hands or the greedy pulls of his lips and tongue.
“When I am better at this,” Zelli promised roughly, toying with his nipples for Tahlen to see, “I will not let you hold me down. I will… if you want it so much, I’ll give it to you.” What better use for an absurdly large cock than to stuff Tahlen with it? “I’ll fill you and paint you, if you like.”
Tahlen dropped a hand for a moment, down out of sight, probably to touch himself.
Zelli bit his lip hard. “I’ll fill you now.” He couldn’t remember if he had before. The night and day before were a blur of pleasant memories and Tahlen trying to be thorough, perhaps neat. Zelli did not want to be neat. He wanted his spend bursting from Tahlen’s mouth and dripping down his face. He wanted to pull Tahlen down to him to bite his shoulder. He wanted Tahlen to fuck him as he did it.
He said that, shouted it, growled it, he hardly knew which, too busy bending himself in half and scrambling up again to grab Tahlen’s hair and watch his cock pulse and Tahlen swallow. Tahlen swallowed again, then let Zelli’s cock slip from his lips, which were soon covered as well.
