Butterflies (BL)

Chapter 29: Taken over

"id est, pura caritate"
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(Mature content)

A little more hesitant than before, Blake slowly edges closer to Tamesh, hoping that the artist wouldn't pull away and to his surprise, Tamesh is closing the gap. Both males' eyes flutter closed as their lips make contact.

The slow tender kiss suddenly becomes more passionate as Tamesh raises his wet hands from the water, pulling Blake closer.

Blake lets the cloth drop back into the water as his hands also rest on Tamesh's shoulders. This was rapidly turning from a tender moment to a heated one as Tamesh felt something inside of him take over. He suddenly pulls away looking at Blake a little breathless as Blake looks back, equally short of breath. "Touch me." Tamesh says, a surprising sureness in his voice.

"Huh?' Blake questions. Was this even the same guy?

Tamesh takes one of Blake's hands from his shoulder and guides it below the bubbles. "Touch me Blake." Tamesh repeats. His mind felt crystal clear. His inhibitions had dissolved. He had never been so sure of anything in his life! Tamesh guides Blake's hand to his growing erection. He looks at Blake, as a blissful smile grows on his face.

Blake is in this sudden state of high arousal and shock at the sudden change in personality in the artist, but cannot help but wrap his large palm around Tamesh's healthy length, making the artist breath out with pleasure in the process. He leans forwards, just close enough to whisper in the shell of Blake's ear "Do it." Tamesh utters, his breath hot and heavy over Blake cheek as he obliges, making slow and steady strokes beneath the water's surface.

Tamesh's hand covers Blake's working fist as they both work together, satisfying Tamesh to a degree, but not enough it seems as he suddenly pulls his head back from resting on Blake's shoulder.

Again, Blake, feeling aroused and breathing a little fast at this point, slows his actions. He looks into Tamesh's eyes, which seem to sparkle a kaleidoscope of colours. Blake feels like he is suddenly cast under some kind of spell as he seems to mirror Tamesh's actions of standing up. Eyes connected, unblinking.

Tamesh slowly steps out of the bath and immediately begins to tug at the belt of Blake's coat, still draped around his naked skin. The garment falls to reveal the bare flesh which the artist had seen so many times already, but as the eyes rake down the body of the model, this time, something is a little different... between those thick thighs rides a thick hard member, rivaling his own arousal in many ways.

Blake cannot seem to take his eyes from Tamesh hypnotic ones as the artist steps a little closer, wrapping his creative hand around both their erections. They felt warm in his hand as he squeezed a firm grip and began to slowly moved his wet hand up, then down.

Blake begins to pant as he doesn't stop the events unfolding. Could he have stopped it anyway? Tamesh seemed to have this power over him. A power he couldn't fathom. Was it the eyes? Those glittering eyes?

Blake edges backwards as Tamesh takes a step forward in the confined space, his lower back pressing against the basin as Tamesh momentarily lets go of their hardness and hoists Blake up by his thighs, so he is slightly perched on the small countertop. Blake reaches out, grabbing a hold of the artist by his hips to steady himself.

Two fingers are now slicked up in Tamesh's mouth before heading down between the model's legs. Blake closes his eyes as he begins to feel one, then two digits being pushed inside of him. All thoughts that were filling his mind, rapidly dispersing as Tamesh's lips once again met his. Hot and heavy. He can't think straight.

Soon the fingers are gone and a new feeling fills his senses of Tamesh pushing himself inside of him. Questions which were circling in Blake's mind, such as, is this guy as innocent as he makes out? All evaporate with a loud moan as he looks into Tamesh's hypnotic eyes and accepts the intrusion.

Slow steady thrusts become faster, harder as Tamesh pushes forwards, grabbing those thick thighs of Blake's and wrapping them around his waist.

Blake lets his head tilt back, eyes closed as his head bumps slightly against the vanity mirror. Blissed out, so far gone already that it's hard to register reality. He suddenly feels a whisper of strange words in the shell of his left ear...

" id est, pura caritate"

The words make no sense to him, Blake opens his eyes, catching the strange gaze from Tamesh. The orbs seemed so much brighter than before. They shine like stars, so beautiful and magical.

Tamesh looks at the model, lips parted, breath loud but shallow. He knew on some level what he was doing. He knew he was having sex, he somehow knew just what do. But the driving force was coming from somewhere else. It felt like he was two beings in one, two entities and for the first time in his life, he had relented. He had given in and let the urge consume him. Did Tamesh want it to happen this way? He wasn't sure. He didn't even know if Blake wanted this. This physical, primal connection they had, something was controlling Tamesh, but it seemed to have some kind of power over Blake as well, pushing their actions forward, making them wanting to connect, driving Tamesh to thrust harder, faster, deeper.

Blake lets out a light moan as he feels his body tense up. He tightens his grip around Tamesh's back, pulling him closer, the action only making the artist even more committed to the cause. He needed to orgasm. This was the end game.

And then it began. The slow ascent to heaven. Blake felt so good wrapped around him. " id est, pura caritate!" The foreign words leave Tamesh's mouth. Blake seemingly too blissed out to pay much mind to the babble leaving Tamesh's lips.

"Yeah...it's...Yeah.' He utters back as some kind of response. Blake takes a hand to his own length. He wanted to see this through.

Tamesh feels the knot build up inside him, wanting to unravel. He opens his mouth and lets a low long moan leave his lips, causing Blake to take notice as he opens his eyes at the dominating sound he is hearing, but is not at all prepared for what meets his gaze.