Worship The Lord [✓]

5.

Abhi. Abhi. Abhi.

My Lord. My Lord. My Lord.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

The only words strings going on in Mayank's head was a tyranny of the words he'd use for his beloved.

"May?"

Mayank was hypnotised by the expanse of skin he could reach, he could touch, he could maul.

His Lord, his bride, his wife, his husband, his spouse, sitting with his legs open, knees bent, and disrobing his robes, sliding them off his shoulder in such a sensual manner as if his mere existence is not seduction itself.

His Lord's milky white skin, void of any blemishes, the pink buds glistening on his chest, inviting him, enticing him, the waist that would only fit in his arms, lean and oh so pretty, his belly button looking almost like an accessory on his over the top body.

Beneath his belly button, a golden chain resides, accentuating his waist more and more. It's only a matter of time that the resolve of Mayank would break, in the honour of not hurting his Lord.

"Darling? Would staring be the only thing you'd be doing to me? I had higher expectations from you"

Abhi teased him, urging him on, Mayank knew it, but he grinded his teeth and let out a hiss,

"My Lord, please don't entice me. I might forget that you're -

"A Lord? Oh dear of mine.....

Abhi reached out his hand to caress Mayank's cheek, and leaning towards his ear,

".... that's exactly what I want you to do. Forget I'm your Lord. I'm here with you, as your spouse. I'm just Abhi in your arms. Won't you like that?"

Mayank's breath hitched as he heard those airy whispers in his ear, a low whine vibrated from his throat,

Abhi, then, pushed on his chest, until Mayank's back was flat on the bedding and Abhi was again straddling his lap, or more precisely, on his member.

Now that Mayank's mind a bit clear, he could see a glint of silver under he elongated mask that the Lord harboured,

Oh, the chain, my chain.

Abhi chuckled as he grounded his bottom more firmly on Mayank's lower body, making him hiss again,

"Nuh-uh, not your chain, husband, suitable partner, remember? That's me! It's my chain"

Mayank's throat felt tight, a well of emotions stirring within him as he embarks the significance of that chain once again,

It's been fifteen years.

Abhi leaned down and hugged his now bare chest,

"I told you, I'd treasure it with my soul. Fifteen years or fifteen lives, I'd treasure it nonetheless"

Mayank subconsciously wrapped Abhi in his arms, caressing his back and pecking his top of the head, without thinking.

Abhi hummed pleasingly, then sat straight back up, unintentionally grinding on Mayank's prick, making him groan,

"May! You can't distract me from your heavenly body by making me feel all the feels"

He slide down all the upper garments in one go, letting only the mask on, his earrings dangling by the movement,

He then leaned on Mayank again, like a cat eyeing up it's cream,

"I've been feeling all too much all these years, today I want to feel you and only you. You inside me. You in me. Just you, you and you"