4. Chapter Four #3
“Rafi,” Viau said slowly, drawing Rafi’s eyes back to his face.
“Do you even know what you look like?” His lips curled up when Rafi stared blankly back at him.
“Never mind that. Foolish of me to ask. We don’t have long, so stay still for me, would you?
Very good,” he added, after standing up to push away the cloak and then setting to work tugging Rafi’s shirt from him.
“Perfect,” he reassured Rafi, and paused to pet away Rafi’s shivers and then to untangle Rafi’s hand from the curtain.
“You’re doing so well. Ah.” He sighed when Rafi leaned forward to breathe against his stomach.
He settled a hand on the top of Rafi’s head.
“Beautiful, I was trying to undress you, but proceed as you like.”
Rafi might have been frowning, confused by the words, flowery or not. He’d expected… he didn’t know what he’d expected. But he was motionless, he was good, until the pulse returned.
He groaned and grasped Viau, holding tight to Viau’s thighs while scarcely able to breathe, and when he could, it was only to draw in breath so he could plead. “Viau.”
The pulse did not seem to end, and no amount of petting helped. No matter how soft Viau’s voice, Rafi ached. He whined and shifted his legs apart, then bent himself near in half to nose at the concentration of blossoms and earth and salt.
But Viau pulled Rafi’s face and his hands from his cock and held them down into the softness of the mattress as he put Rafi on his back.
Then his hands were hot in Rafi’s remaining clothes, dragging everything down to Rafi’s knees and tugging it free.
He was back over Rafi before Rafi could call to him.
He stroked Rafi’s cheek, his hair a gentle spill over Rafi’s shoulders, his mouth moving, although the words made no sense.
“Ripe with rain, pretty one, but the storm is not quite ready to break. Permit me?”
Rafi stared up at him. The growl emerged on its own, then shifted with no warning into a shocked purr when Viau sat up onto his knees and swept his hands down over Rafi’s stomach, then further. Then his fingers were inside Rafi and Viau bent lick the head of Rafi’s cock and take it into his mouth.
Rafi jerked and came, the sudden shock of a simple cock orgasm, and shook as he watched Viau swallow a spurt of his useless seed.
Viau did not remove his mouth, swallowing again and then softening his lips as if inviting Rafi to push up.
His fingers were solid inside Rafi where no one else had ever ventured, though he began to move them when the pulse did not end and Rafi clenched tight around them.
Rafi didn’t realize he was gripping Viau’s wrist to hold his hand still until Viau pulled off his cock to smile at him. He was flushed. His lips were dark and wet. Rafi could hear himself whining again.
“Too much or not enough?” Viau wondered, voice not even rough, as it wouldn’t be with Rafi’s small cock able to fit so easily in his mouth. Viau studied him when Rafi couldn’t answer, then slowly, with care, spread the fingers within him.
Rafi’s hand fell away. He gripped uselessly at the bedding while his body fluttered around Viau’s fingers and the pulse finally eased away.
He sank back into the mattress and closed his eyes to breathe.
Viau, he realized with a passing moment of clear thought and then embarrassment, wished to make sure Rafi was ready, because he must know Rafi was inexperienced in pleasure outside of aedis.
But all Rafi could muster about it was a croak, and then Viau crooked his fingers and spread them wider, and Rafi was opening his knees and reaching for Viau when Viau swallowed his cock again.
He was hard again too, too fast, but that was aedis.
Nothing to worry about, he was told, his cock kissed and licked until it spilled another mess of seed for Viau to consume.
Then, as if still not satisfied with his mouthfuls, Viau shifted back to lick around his fingers, pulling them out to make Rafi whine but then lapping up the wet and probing with tongue and fingers together until Rafi’s purrs shook the bed.
The pulse returned, but Viau met it with his fingers until Rafi twitched and whined and shoved blankets away.
The teasing made the pulse stronger, a torment Rafi wanted to kick Viau for, but instead tangled his hands in Viau’s hair and made every pleading noise a nex could make until Viau was again above him.
He apologized, quiet and earnest, petting Rafi with wet fingers until Rafi looked up at him and trapped him between his thighs. He smiled then, beautiful, the most beautiful miné Rafi had ever seen, and pulled Rafi’s legs up to position him.
He took up every bit of space inside Rafi, as hot and alive as his aer, and that filled Rafi too, he’d swear to it.
The rest was dreams and moments of lucidity in a fever.
He begged for cock in his every hole and was given it.
He whined and purred and coaxed his miné back to their bed, sipping water and nibbling fruit if it made Viau smile, and then he’d be facedown with his hand between his legs while Viau took his ass, or on his back with Viau sucking seed from him and pushing a clay tool inside of him to drag out his pleasure.
He sucked Viau’s cock too, waking Viau with his impatient need to get him hard, and went dizzy at his miné fucking into his mouth before Viau recalled himself and gentled it.
He made it rough again when Rafi complained, although more careful than before. Annoyingly so.
Aside from that, storm cloud was given whatever he wanted, and finally fell asleep for good with a heavy, satisfying weight over him and careful touches to draw his sticky curls from his face so that it was free to be kissed.