15. Chapter Fifteen #2
“That you are a miné like any other, and you need me, and even if you don’t want me in those moments and desire only a hole, well, I’ve got three holes, and they are yours to rut into if you’d like them. I rather like the rutting you’ve done so far, which you should know, since I begged for it.”
Viau growled, loud and fierce, then fell back down to sit on the edge of the bed.
He stared at Rafi with his lips parted and his eyes dark.
He was so handsome with his growl hanging in the air and his heavy breathing that it took Rafi another moment to notice the shape of Viau’s stiffening cock pushing against the fine fabric of his shirt.
Rafi wasn’t drunk anymore but his legs were wobbly as he inched forward and then fell to his knees, barely noticing the thump as he hit the floor.
“What are you doing?” Viau’s words were slow and sticky. He had Rafi’s hair in his hands. He knew exactly what Rafi was doing, even if Rafi had only had the chance to do it with him once before outside of aedis.
“You allowed me to call you mine.” Rafi felt small saying that, but Viau was fond of petting him and his aer settled warm over Rafi as if it was habit now for him to take care of Rafi, so Rafi couldn’t be worried for long.
“‘Allowed,’” Viau echoed with a small shake of his head. “I have been trying to earn your trust, Rafeli Tizzan. More than that, if Caia is generous. I have not ‘allowed’ anything.”
The hour was late. Rafi was kneeling between Viau’s legs with his desire plain. But Viau was Viau and spoke too grandly for him.
“So you’re mine. At least, for now.” Rafi put his chin on one of Viau’s knees to gaze up at him while he burned from within. “I have Viau. Do I ask for too much?”
“Straight through the heart,” Viau murmured, running the tips of his fingers over Rafi’s mouth. “Straight through my spirit,” he complained after Rafi gave his fingers a lick. “You want everything. But I… it might upset you. You like me thoughtful.”
Rafi snorted, perhaps the last bit of wine in his blood leaving him giddy.
“You bruise me all the time and then care for me. But you don’t think of that how I do.
Or, you don’t know how I think of it? I’m proud,” he confessed, traces of wine in his blood making it easy.
“Proud to have them and show them off in the Arms Room when you are not there. You see? You’ll be rough with me now?
Show me you as you are? Some of it,” he added, unsure just when Viau had become the one who worried.
“Show me some of how you are, and when I can take it… when I like it,” for he suspected he would, “you can show me more. Viau the animal.” It had a sound to it that made Rafi shift restlessly until he was even closer to Viau and the bed.
“My mouth will do, unless you want something wetter. I only get wet like that for you.”
Viau’s fingers tangled in his hair.
“As a nameday present?” Rafi insisted, hitting below the belt because Viau would want him to.
Viau did smile for that, also looking lost.
“I like you,” Rafi added plainly, though surely that was obvious. He had climbed onto Viau’s lap in public. “I have worn your bruises multiple times.”
“With pride, you said.”
Rafi nodded. “You can bruise me now. I won’t like you less.” He turned his head to kiss Viau’s fingers. “Viau the beast.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Viau answered faintly, pushing his fingers onto Rafi’s tongue, pushing down in a way that felt strange and stifling, and which Rafi struggled with, but not for long. “I couldn’t truly rut your mouth; you wouldn’t be able to take it.”
Yet, Rafi thought, and knew Viau would read that in his face or his aer. If it was a matter of training, Rafi would manage. Rafi would excel. He must.
“Yet,” Viau spoke Rafi’s thoughts almost exactly. “You will make yourself the best.”
In any other moment, Rafi would have blushed; his entire body held down by two fingers on his tongue while Viau praised him.
But Viau removed those fingers to slide his hand to the back of Rafi’s head and grab a fistful of his hair.
He hauled Rafi up, barely allowing him to rest on his knees, and tugged the hem of his shirt out of the way with his other hand so he could take hold of his cock.
Rafi went up higher when he was urged to, slightly dazed at how weak he already was.
Viau bought Rafi’s face to his cock, gripped Rafi’s hair tighter, and took advantage of Rafi’s small gasp to push the head of his cock inside, watching Rafi’s face intently the whole time. Rafi dropped his jaw and held still, as if a cock were the same as two fingers.
Viau settled his other hand at the side of Rafi’s head, not roughly, but still without a word, and then dragged Rafi forward to take more until Rafi gagged a little. Rafi had to grasp Viau’s thighs to prevent Viau from urging him to back off.
“So determined.” Viau’s voice was rough.
Rafi counted that as a step to victory, even with his eyes watering.
“So beautiful. Asking me to train you to take it.” He stuttered there when Rafi gave the head a suck to show he was listening, then he tightened his hands in Rafi’s hair. “Ready yourself to begin again.”
Rafi was permitted a moment to breathe and swallow and relax his jaw, and then Viau slowly pushed in, then back.
He did it again, and then again, a small, careful rut to slide the head of his cock over Rafi’s tongue.
Rafi’s eyes stung so he closed them. Timing his breaths was a worry, then less of one with the muscles in his legs beginning to shake at his strained position, making him think he might fall.
“Come here.” The order held a purr. Rafi didn’t know if he liked it or not, but Viau released him to shift farther back onto the bed and then, when Rafi obeyed and climbed over him, put his hands in Rafi’s hair again to bring him back to his work.
Rafi fell to his elbows from his hands and knees, looking up to Viau’s face in the moonlight as Viau slowly teased his mouth.
He did not push into his throat. Not yet.
Rafi wanted to whine for that, which was strange too, but he had no blushes for it.
When he was better, when Viau had set him to this task over and over until Rafi could take all of him and breathe and swallow and breathe, then Rafi would be the one on his back, and Viau would sit on him and push in to take what he needed.
He was wet at the thought of it, and hardening to imagine days of being of use to a growling, needy Viau. Viau might be rough then, would be rough, for Viau was strong despite his mannerly ways of hiding it.
Rafi would wear his bruises for that, as Viau had worn his.