Revenants of the Past- Book Two of Selective Breeding

Chapter Sixty Nine

A few hours through the night passed, as Ratok and Deon spent some time getting back to the basic of their relationship. Going back to what they did in the time when it was just them.

They ate, drank, pulled up some games on the small television that was fashioned in the room.

While the night went on, they finished up and went into the room.

"You look worried, want me to take your mind off of what your thinking?" Ratok leaned Deon's head back so he'd look Ratok in the eye. "Come on, talk to me Ljubovnik"

Deon snickered, "What was that?" Deon pressed himself into Ratok chest.

"Did it get your focus back on me?" Ratok's voice rumbled, and Deon could feel the other mans chest shake.

"It certainly did."

Ratok started playing with Deon's waist, brushing his fingers under the waistband of Deon's pants and gently up under his shirt. "Now come with me, let me get you relaxed."

Ratok guided Deon to the bed, as he pulled his shirt off. "Lay down on your stomach." he whispered in Deon's ear.

"You've been fighting all day, shouldn't I be papering you?" his fingers traced around Ratok's shoulder.

"I like doing this, so just lay down." Ratok kissed Deon's neck.

"Alrighty" he turned around and crawled on the bed, laying down, with his head on the pillow. Wrapping his arms under the pillow to prop his head up more.

Ratok climbed up behind him, and kissed down his back. He started to rub his shoulders slowly, and slowly started to work down, kissing his back every couple of rubs, he continued down his back until Ratok was kissing Deon acrossed his hips.

Ratok nipped at his back.

Deon giggled, "Ratok that tickles." Ratok continued with a smile on his lips, getting more playful everytime Deon tried to wiggle away from him, held his hip down with one of his hands, while the other reached around and slide into his pants.

Deon stopped and groaned.

"Roll over." Ratok removed his hand, and Deon flipped over. Ratok leaned in close, as he pulled Deon's pants off. "Now, your going to do exactly what I say."

"Mm hmm."

"Good. I want you to tease yourself, touch around your cock, but don't touch yourself until I say so."

Deon nodded, and started to do so, he was slow at first, and did as told, until he wanted more.

"Keep going Deon,"

Deon looked Ratok dead in the eye and started to stroke himself.

Ratok snapped his hand to Deon's wrist and pinned it down. "Your a brat."

"I know," he wrinkled his nose playfully at him.

Ratok kissed him deeply, rutting against Deon. Ratok's hands got a little rough, as he explored his lovers body.

"More," Deon muttered.

"More? More what?"

"I want more of you, I want you."

Ratok smirked. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you?"

"I want you to fuck me Ratok."

"I think I can manage that one." he smirked, "Reach behind the cot."

Deon reached his hand up and pressed it between the bed and the wall. He felt a jar and pulled it out. "What is this?"

"Its something that me and Ruma talked about and smuggled."

"Where you two planning on using this on me?"

Ratok smirked, "Well not just you, but yes also, when you were ready."

Deon used his hand to popped it open.

Ratok grabbed it from him. "I'll be slow and gentle. I promise."

"I trust you."