Homecoming - (Part 3 of the Ignaius-Saga)

All of Me

***Mature content warning. This chapter contains explicit description of sexual acts and some people may want to skip it.***

Tanier kept kissing Variel, nothing changed in what he did. Still the permission given to him had set something loose. He felt heat rise in him - and this wasn't the only thing rising. For a moment it positively distracted him to notice, how quickly his semihard cock developed into a rock hard monster. Not that he intended to feed it yet, but he slowly rubbed against Variel, allowing him to feel his eagerness.

The kissing had been enough to start making Variel himself horny, and when he felt how hard Tanier already was, his own excitement - and anxiety - flared. His pulse and breathing quickened, his grip tightened, and he leaned his head back, exposing his pale throat to the hungry mouth exploring him. He was going to get through this. He had to, for both their sakes. He knew that if he could make it through this, he would be okay. Well, maybe not entirely, but he would stop feeling so irrationally nervous at the prospect of being intimate with the man he loved. He just needed this final - albeit large - push, and he wouldn't fight it no matter how much his scarred mind pleaded with him to.

No, instead he moved against the king, pushing on the rock hard member rubbing against his thigh. A voiceless moan escaped him and he let it go.

As there was very little fabric between the two of them he could feel Variel's body with every little move and there was so much skin to kiss, to gently tease, to explore and to nibble on. There was no urgency. In Tanier's mind this was not foreplay, not something that was seen as just a step on the way, a means to an end. Every kiss and touch and moan was meant to be absolute and perfectly right in and by itself. It felt like he spend an eternity on every spot that deserved to be kissed, licked or teased by blowing over wet skin. Of course it didn't even take long, but the important part was that he had spend all the time that was needed, before he took Variel's hands, to pull him up. He pushed down Variel's pants and his own. Holding hands with his lover, he enjoyed being naked together, something remarkably simple, yet satisfying and exciting at the same time. Then he led him to the bed and made him lay down on his back. Kneeling on the bed next to Variel, he started to casually masturbate both of them with soft, leisurely strokes, careful to not tease to hard, but just enough to focus and intensify the desire.

Variel took to carefully controlling his breath once his pants were removed, and he was still working on it as he was laid out on the bed. For a time, he just lay there and focused on the pleasant sensation of the king's touch, which worked him the rest of the way to full hardness. His eyelids fluttered in response to the little sparks being sent through him, but he didn't close his eyes. He kept them fixed on

Tanier's face, something to constantly remind him where he was and whose hands were on him.

He did not stay completely passive for long, however. Tentatively, he reached out to let his fingertips brush the back of the hand that was on the king's member. "...May I, sire...?" he whispered.

Tanier didn't answer, just took away his own hand and leaned into the touch. He let go of Variel, too absorbed in enjoying the touch. His eyes closed. "Just be gentle," he murmured. "I don't want to waste myself on your hands. Not yet anyway." He had rarely felt so aroused and deeply relaxed at the same time, so it wasn't actually hard not to come yet, as long as Variel was proceeding slowly.

Variel's touch was a little unsure at first, but he eventually became more comfortable and started to stroke a slow rhythm. His touch was feather-like, soft hands gliding over hot, sensitive skin. Then, he started to move, to get closer, curling up where he lay to bring his mouth toward where his hands played. He was breathing as if he'd just finished a run, but he kept going forward. He would only stop if the king stopped him.