The Offering of Four #5
Amenzu kissed his throat, the warm column of it.
The space between Mendas’s thighs was so slippery that Amenzu couldn’t get his bearings.
Where was he supposed to put his cock? He couldn’t see what he was doing and didn’t know where to aim.
He rolled his hips, hoping matters would somehow sort themselves out.
Mendas arched his back and reached down to take Amenzu in his hand.
“Let me,” he said, but he couldn’t get it either; the head kept slipping away, and Mendas kept laughing as if something were funny, which only added to Amenzu’s humiliated frustration.
Animals did this all the time, and yet he, a thinking person, couldn’t seem to manage it.
Mendas kissed the side of his face, the warm breath of his laughter puffing against Amenzu’s cheek. “Hold still. Let me do it.” He shifted his hips and held Amenzu in place and bore down, and Amenzu slid inside him at last, slowly at first and then all at once.
Mendas went limp on the bed with a sigh.
His arms were draped loosely over Amenzu’s shoulders, and his fingertips stroked a tingling line between Amenzu’s shoulder blades.
He was so hot and tight around Amenzu’s cock, a slick cling as Amenzu moved in a slow thrust. When Amenzu pushed in again, Mendas moaned and clamped his legs around Amenzu’s waist.
That was the encouragement Amenzu needed to soothe his battered ego.
He braced his hands against the bed and pushed up so he could watch Mendas’s face as he drove himself again and again into Mendas’s dripping hole.
Mendas’s eyes were closed and his mouth was open, and his loose, easy submission gave Amenzu the confidence to push in deep and slow, grinding in until he was fully lodged in Mendas’s body, sharing breath and blood.
“Amenzu,” Mendas sighed, his hands sliding over Amenzu’s shoulders and down his arms. His eyelids dragged open. “Will you knot me?”
Amenzu swallowed. “I think I’m going to.” He didn’t feel that he had much choice. The base of his cock was throbbing steadily, and he knew what that meant now. He was going to fuck Mendas until his knot swelled, and tie them together as he pumped Mendas full of his spend.
Mendas pulled his knees toward his shoulders and held his legs against his chest with his hands hooked around the backs of his thighs.
Spread wide like that, Amenzu could see everything: the rim of Mendas’s hole stretched around his cock, the tight purse of Mendas’s balls.
He pulled out entirely so that he could watch Mendas yield around the flared head of his cock as he pushed back in, and Mendas moaned as the tip of his own cock dribbled out a few drops of fluid.
“Amenzu,” Mendas said again, his voice unsteady.
Amenzu was beyond speech. He drove in hard, fucking Mendas’s hot little cunt with rough snaps of his hips, succumbing to instinct and urgency.
The small of his back felt tight and hot.
His thighs burned with effort and his ears rang, his vision went blurry, and he heard himself cry out as the tingling and throbbing hit their peak and his knot filled until he couldn’t move any longer, lodged inside Mendas’s yielding hole.
Mendas strained beneath him, his feet knocking against Amenzu’s elbows, his head tossing back and forth. “Oh, Star, oh, Star,” he said, over and over until with a sob he went impossibly tighter around Amenzu’s knot and came.
The quick flutters of his orgasm milked the spend from Amenzu’s knot. Amenzu trembled as pleasure pulsed through him. This was what their bodies were made for: to bring each other to new heights, locked together in ecstasy.
At last, Amenzu’s heartbeat slowed. His head cleared. Mendas was blinking up at him, his gaze still heavy-lidded and hazy. Amenzu ducked down to kiss him and felt Mendas smile against his mouth.
“Success,” Amenzu said, and that time he was entirely glad to hear Mendas laugh.
They separated when Amenzu’s knot went down at last. Or rather, Amenzu separated them and sat up; Mendas lay where he was, in a loose sprawl and seeming somewhat dazed, slow to react. Amenzu ran a hand over Mendas’s shorn head, and Mendas turned his head into the touch, blinking slowly.
“How do you feel?” Amenzu asked, concerned that he had damaged Mendas in some way without meaning to.
Mendas’s face broke into a smile. “Thoroughly knotted.”
Amenzu barked out a startled laugh. “Well. That’s good, I hope.”
“Oh yes.” Mendas folded his arms beneath his head and heaved a sigh of deep contentment. “I have to say I’m enjoying my heat much more than I usually do.”
Amenzu dropped his gaze, feeling shy at this praise. “Well,” he said, then bent to give Mendas a kiss to spare himself from having to make any reply.
There was water on the washstand, and clean linens folded beside the basin. Amenzu took both over to the bed. Mendas watched him but made no move to sit up, although when Amenzu dipped the cloth in the water, he said, “I can do that myself.”
“I would like to,” Amenzu said, shy again but also determined, and Mendas looked aside in a way that made Amenzu think he wasn’t alone in his diffidence. They were still strangers in most ways, and it would take time to grow accustomed to each other.
Amenzu swallowed. They would have plenty of time. Years, decades; the rest of their lives.
He washed Mendas in long, slow strokes, down his chest and stomach to wipe off the mess, then scrubbing at his pubic hair and gently wiping his soft cock.
Mendas was tender and shivery at Amenzu’s touch, and his thighs jumped as Amenzu lifted his cock out of the way to clean his sac and between his legs.
“I’m sorry,” Amenzu said. “If you’re too sensitive—”
“You’re going to get me hard again, that’s all.” Mendas stretched his arms above his head and parted his thighs. “I need a lot of attention, you see.”
Amenzu’s tongue sat thick in his mouth. “I do see,” he said.
He couldn’t produce another knot, not so soon after the last one.
He used his hands and his fingers, and at last, uncertainly, his mouth.
He was an absolute novice and fumbled around without any clear idea of what he was doing, but Mendas made a series of pleased noises that concluded in him spilling into Amenzu’s hand, so it seemed Amenzu hadn’t done so poorly for himself.
Mendas reached for him. “Lie down with me,” he said, and Amenzu did, and Mendas kissed him. With a sweet sigh, Mendas settled into Amenzu’s arms. Amenzu closed his eyes and let sleep weigh him down into the bed.
Amenzu woke to the sensation of fingers stirring through his hair.
He turned onto his back and opened his eyes.
Warm lantern light filled the room, and the drapery at the window had been drawn back to show the sheer curtains hanging beneath, which billowed with the night breeze.
Mendas sat on the bed beside him, gazing down at him.
Amenzu reached up and touched his cheek.
“Someone brought us food, if you’d like to eat,” Mendas said.
“In the other room? Stay here, I’ll bring it.”
The front room was empty, although the lanterns had been lit.
The parrot was dozing on its perch and made no reaction as Amenzu came in and examined everything that had been laid out on the table, food and fresh linens and a pitcher of water.
Amenzu carried the tray of food back into the bedchamber.
Mendas had moved to the edge of the bed but no farther, and Amenzu said, “Can you come out and sit at the table? Maybe you shouldn’t. ”
“I think not,” Mendas agreed. He offered Amenzu a wry smile. “The insensibility and begging, you know.”
“You seem perfectly sensible to me.” Amenzu set the tray on the bed and sat down at Mendas’s side. He was disoriented from sleeping and felt untethered from ordinary life. What would he be doing right now if he were in the temple? “Do you have any idea what time it is?”
Mendas shrugged. “The usual mealtime, I think. My attendants keep me on my regular schedule while I’m in heat, for the most part.”
“We didn’t sleep for long, then.” Amenzu glanced down at the tray.
There was flatbread, a salad of chopped tomatoes and cucumbers, roasted and mashed eggplant, fruit and nuts—a light, simple meal, without anything hot to make them sweat.
Amenzu picked up an orange segment and offered it to Mendas, who eyed him for a moment before leaning in and closing his mouth around the fruit.
His tongue brushed against Amenzu’s fingertips, a soft kiss. He drew back and they regarded each other. Mendas said, somewhat uncertainly, “I suppose we should eat.”
Amenzu wasn’t opposed to pushing Mendas back onto the bed and having him again while the tray spilled its contents all over the sheets, but Mendas was probably right that they should eat before his need became urgent again.
He picked up another piece of orange and this time put it into Mendas’s hand, and Mendas’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he ate it.
They cleared the tray in companionable silence.
Amenzu watched Mendas as he ate. Mendas was unselfconscious in his nudity and said nothing when he glanced up and saw Amenzu’s eyes on him.
He was very beautiful, and for some reason had chosen Amenzu, not only as a companion for heat but as his spouse.
Amenzu’s stomach plunged into a sickening swoop. He was going to marry Mendas, and then he would be the prince consort.
Mendas peered at him. “Are you unwell?”
Amenzu did his best to quell his panic. This wasn’t the time to burden Mendas with his fears—not when Mendas was still in the grip of heat, and maybe not even after.
He didn’t want Mendas to feel any guilt for choosing him.
They were both at the mercy of the dreamers.
Whatever they might want for themselves came second to obeying the commands of the dead.