Chapter 6 #4
Not truly one to be a voyeur, Rone looked away.
He glanced down at his pet. Frey had closed his eyes and his face looked relaxed.
When Rone ran his fingers gently down his head, the boy sighed.
So, Rone continued the petting, even as he returned to watching the entertainers.
Wirth had come already and sent his boy back into the scrum.
With their cock rings keeping them erect, there was no relief for them.
Rone considered moving his hand down to jerk his pet off, then decided to wait.
The idea of using his boy in front of Wirth again didn’t set well with him, for some reason.
He wanted to wait until they were in private once more.
The visit with Wirth wore on, the boys’ efforts morphing to more exotic positions and impressive acrobatics.
Rone’s dick remained hard, but he ignored it.
Instead, he kept Wirth engaged in conversation, with the hopes of learning more.
It didn’t pan out—the other male sticking with banal topics—and Rone doing the same, for fear of alerting the guy to Rone’s true intent.
Frey had fallen asleep. With his even breathing and lax body, it was obvious.
Their journey had been a fairly long one, even by Travian standards, and Rone envied the boy’s ability to lie with his head pillowed in Rone’s lap, oblivious to the goings-on around him.
Eventually Rone took his leave. If nothing else, he hoped he’d cemented a relationship with someone key to the flow of armaments through this part of the Empire.
Not having the heart to wake his pet, Rone stood up carefully, lifting the boy into his arms. Frey wiggled and mumbled something under his breath, but otherwise settled down.
It was easy to carry the boy. He weighed next to nothing.
They got more than a few stares as he wended his way back to his ship.
Undoubtedly they made a strange sight, the human with hair like starlight, curled against his Travian master’s chest. Rone rather liked it.
They had reached a point in their short acquaintance where his pet trusted him enough to sleep in his arms, apparently.
When they reached the ship, Rone shifted his hold on Frey sufficiently to punch in the key code and show his face for the retinal scan. Preen greeted him just within the doorway, its arms folded across its chest.
“About time you showed up. Did you learn anything? And what?”
“Yes. Later.”
Brushing past his other pet, Rone carried Frey into the tiny quarters allotted to the captain for the shuttle.
Rone was too tired to leave the station and didn’t want to arouse suspicion by taking off too soon anyway.
A little bit of rest, and they could get clearance to disengage from the station in a more leisurely fashion, not that Rone intended to sleep right away.
After laying Frey carefully on the narrow sleeping platform, he quickly shucked off his clothing.
His erection hadn’t flagged since the intense blow job Frey had given him.
It still leaked and ached with a need to fuck his boy.
Rone reached down and slipped Frey’s pants off.
The boy stirred and his eyes opened to narrow slits.
“Master? What…”
The human didn’t get a chance to finish his question, whatever it was.
Rone kneed the boy’s legs apart wide enough for Rone to slide in between them.
His dick homed in on his pet’s hole with unerring accuracy, and he pressed it in.
With a hiss, Frey wriggled to evade the penetration, but Rone wasn’t in the mood to be slow or gentle this time, any more than he had been at Wirth’s.
The stress of his mission, coupled with the excitement of finally gaining some traction, eroded any self-control he had.
He surged forward to fill his boy’s ass with relentless and mindless intent.
The moment his balls slapped against flesh, he stopped to savor the tightness gripping his dick.
His boy was so hot and, even though the muscles of his channel pushed to reject Rone’s intrusion, they also pulled him in when they relaxed again.
Mother, he loved being buried in his boy.
To show his appreciation and to show his contrition over being so abrupt, Rone licked up the side of Frey’s neck.
Frey emitted a high sound in the back of his throat and squirmed.
At the same time, he relaxed his hole, so Rone did it again on the other side.
He took advantage of the way his show of affection distracted his pet by thrusting shallowly.
Lying on top of a boy, face to face, wasn’t something he’d done often.
To his way of thinking, the position provided too much intimacy, something better suited to use with one’s mate.
Pain seized his heart momentarily. He hung his head while he took a moment to pull himself back from the emotional spiral threatening to suck him in.
His face brushed up against Frey’s silky hair and the ribbons wound within it.
The strands had a unique sweet smell of their own that he found comforting.
As he lay there, wedged within the narrow V made by his pet’s legs, he humped slowly.
His pent-up energy from moments ago dissipated and left him with a desire to savor the pleasure that had fallen into his lap.
Frey relaxed within Rone’s embrace as well, and slid his small palms up Rone’s hips to rest them lightly on Rone’s back.
It was the first time since Rone had acquired his pet that the human had initiated such contact.
The gesture pleased Rone. He could also feel the hardness of Frey’s cock, sprung up between their bodies.
His pet was enjoying himself, despite the discomfort of being breached so abruptly.
More confident now that he wasn’t doing his pet any harm, Rone raised his head to lick once more up the sides of Frey’s neck and along his jawline. The boy squirmed and tossed his head, as if to avoid the touch. His eyes were scrunched up and his pert nose wrinkled.
Rone pulled back a fraction. “Don’t you like my affection, pet?”
The human’s eyes flew open, and he gazed up at Rone.
His lips parted on a quick breath. That moist pink flesh beckoned Rone, and like it or not, his pet received more licks, this time around the corners of his mouth.
Frey twisted his head again and pressed his lips against Rone’s.
Startled, Rone reared back, separating them.
Frey stared up at him with wide eyes and a look on his face that might have been surprise or fear—likely both.
But, putting their mouths together had been a deliberate act on the boy’s part.
Rone couldn’t say he’d disliked it. So, lowering his head, he initiated the touch himself, resuming his shallow thrusting while he did.
Apparently this human touch didn’t involve mere pressing of flesh because, within moments, his pet parted his lips and slanted them against Rone’s.
Then, to Rone’s surprise, he felt his pet’s tongue pressing for entrance.
Intrigued, Rone opened his mouth. Frey began a tentative exploration with his tongue, swirling it around, licking crevices and teasing Rone’s.
Always a quick study, Rone picked up the game, giving as good as he got until the wrestling moved into the human’s mouth.
This new form of play egged Rone’s arousal on, and he started thrusting in earnest. Frey’s inherent resistance to the intrusion evaporated.
He slid his hands down to Rone’s ass and dug in.
He also lifted his legs and wound them around Rone’s thighs.
The change in position opened the boy’s body up more and allowed Rone better access.
He set a hard and quick pace, building his climax with a fierceness that came from too much denial and the knowledge that he and his pet worked at a common goal.
Just that small amount of enthusiasm from the boy made the fucking that much better.
They’d also spent a long time watching boys fucking other boys without finding enough relief.
He had no desire to toy with either his pet or himself.
Rone pushed them both up and over with brutal energy.
Their lips and tongues and teeth clashed with the fierce rocking of their mating.
Rone did his best to angle his thrusts to stroke at the boy’s prostate, while the friction from their bodies worked the boy’s dick in an erotic message.
It proved enough to send his boy over the edge almost immediately after Rone came hard inside Frey.
With their mouths still fused, they shouted down each other’s throats, while cum splashed against their bellies.
Rone’s climax crested again, even before it subsided.
He drenched his boy’s hole to the point that it leaked out to coat Frey’s and Rone’s balls alike.
When he’d been wrung dry, Rone released Frey’s lips with one parting nip with his teeth.
His pet hissed with the bite of pain, yet he gave Rone a small smile.
Panting, yet sated, Rone rolled to his side, bringing his pet with him.
He stroked the back of the boy’s head, an automatic gesture now.
Frey closed his eyes, boneless and trusting in his master’s arms. Rone felt the urge to lick the boy’s forehead, but changed at the last moment to simply press his lips there.
They fell asleep entangled, just like the entertainers.