Music To My Soul

Ch. 20

(LEMON/18+) & artwork by Nasumaru on diviantart 

Alexander: 

I could feel my skin burn and my mind go hazy as I felt Tim trace my shoulders and kiss my throat, making me mutter and gasp. I knew what I was muttering was in Latin, and I knew he didn't speak it, but if only he could. I watched myself become a puddle in his hands as he carefully nipped at my collar boned and gingerly nibbled at my ear. 

" I want you to claim me, my holy knight." 

" I think I can handle that, my prince." 

I carried him from the wall to our shared bed, trying to keep the noise down so others don't know. While they were cool with us as a couple, we still weren't married and this was a big bad thing. I kissed Tim fervently, and watched as he pulled his night shirt off in one pull, the soft, white silk cascading to the floor. Tim moved his hips against mine, making me groan in sensual agony. 

" You don't know what to do, do you, Alex?" 

" To be honest, no, I don't." 

" Are you a virgin?" 

" Well, yeah, I am a 52 year old priest. It was ordered on me to stay this way until I got married." 

" Well then, let this heathen teach you a thing or two about the pleasures a man can have at the hands of another man." 

With speed I didn't think he could still have, He flipped me over, and was now straddling my waist, his hands tracing my sides as his lips assaulted my jugular and this one sweet spot behind it, forcing my hands to his hair and back, my hips grinding into his. He chuckled as he very quickly reached down to my short's band and snapping it a small bit, the sudden yet gentle sting only sent me into more of a frenzied state. I was somehow both really enjoying this, and really needing something else. I felt him move to remove my shorts, and the sudden cold hits me in a way it never did before, and I heard a small chuckle from Tim. 

" What?" 

" Well, take this in great confidence, and as a massive compliment, but uh, you are bigger than my ex." 

I suddenly understood what he meant, and a bassy chuckle of my own rolled out.

" Really? by how much?" 

" I don't know. Let me find out." 

Without a second wasted, he encased me in his lips, and it was so wonderful. His tongue traced and teased every crevasse, and it was in this moment I thanked the catholic church for their believes of waiting, because this was heavily addicting. No wonder lust was a carnal sin, it was blissful beyond comprehension, and I can see how weaker men get addicted to it, why Alexandru fell to it. Tim was humming, moving his head up and down, my body feeling like a wind up toy waiting to explode, only to have him stop and pull back. He was breathing a touch heavy, but I could grasp why. 

" Nuh uh. Not yet, you don't. I'm not done yet." 

I watched in awe as he didn't hesitate to kiss me, the taste of sweat, sex, and the sensations I was under were beautiful, the taste was something I never want to forget. I could feel his heartbeat and mine in sync, and it was such a beautiful song. I then felt him lower his body onto me, and it was a sharp difference in the tightness and the instant primal desire to just take Tim and have him do things I didn't even think I could want. I followed my instincts, and rolled us over to where I was on top, and he looked so happy, it was amazing how his now hazel eyes sparkled and his subtle but very there fanged grin were in this blissful grin. 

" Yes, oh please, Alex, yes. Follow that primal beast, and lay claim to my body like we're animals."

I moved as Tim had with his head, and it was perfect. The warmth, the grip, all of it was perfect. I let myself fall to the inner animal, and pounded into Tim, his face twisted in glee and bliss, his arms and legs gripped me and as I moved in his, he would mutter in Romanian things I hadn't even heard Tim say. 

" Te rog, te rog ia-mă! Revendică-mi, draga mea, te rog, fă-mă robul tău!" ( Please, please take me! Claim me, my dear, please, make me your slave!)

" Îi voi arăta ticălosului cu colți că ești al meu și numai al meu. Vei fi al meu pentru totdeauna, dragul meu, dulce prinț." ( I will show that fanged bastard that you are mine, and mine alone. You will be mine forevermore, my dear, sweet prince.)

His body trembled at my words, a rather lewd moan slipped from his lips, and as I pulled him into a kiss to silence such sounds, I felt a damn burst, and my body was spent, as was Tim's in how we both got coated on our chests and stomachs. He never looked more sexy then in this moment, and I refuse to forget it. His chestnut brown hair a mess, his hazel eyes heavy with afterglow and a very heavy blush on his cheeks.

" I love you, my prince." 

" I love you too, my knight." 

" I vow to always be your knight, and while Iscariot may have brought me into the soldier I am, but you are my charge, my ward, and I vow upon my honor as a papal knight to serve you. I swear my sword to you, my prince." 

" Oh, Alex, you sap. I take your pledge and accept your sword as a shield." 

" Until death?" 

" And beyond, my dear." 

We shared a kiss, and it felt right, so damn right that he was mine and I was his, until death and beyond. 

" We should go shower off before we meet up with the others." 

" Agreed. Allow me." 

I carefully pulled out of Tim, and once we were separated, I picked Tim up bridal style, bringing him to the bathroom to shower.