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bakerstreet2017-03-27 10:09 pm
cockhops) wrote in bakerstreet2017-03-27 10:09 pm
Always find my way to your door
 They may be a rambler, a gambler, always on the run, a wanted criminal, someone with a higher calling, or just not the type to spend time with you (which may be fine by you), yet somehow, they'll always find their way back to your door. And they'll, again and again, find themselves wanting you, for support, for healing, for feeling alive, for venting frustration and anger, for anything and everything at all. You'll welcome them with open arms...and an open heart, because you want them close, too.
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Nihlus slides off his seat, carefully easing onto his knees with a soft sigh. Reaching out, he runs the sharp points of his claws up those broad, white thighs before gently tugging the underwear over the spurs of Saren's hips. ]
Do you like me like this?
[ The subvocals are playful, Nihlus peering up with mischief glimmering in his eyes as he tugs the piece of cloth down. This was a fun new angle to see Saren from. ]
Eager to please and obedient?
[ He runs his tongue lazily over the head of the length, lapping up the droplet of precum like it was fresh cream, humming a pleased note at the taste. Careful not to break eye contact, the younger Spectre eases the tapered head past his mouth plates, tongue cradling the underside of the length.
There were some minor issues: Saren was thick enough that Nihlus couldn't clamp his mandibles down and form any real suction- at least, not with his mouth. He also had to be very, very careful not to open wide enough that his teeth would catch and become a problem: Turian orals were always a careful exercise in trust and caution. They weren't particularly insurmountable challenges, per say, especially with his level of experience- but it certainly didn't make the job of giving head to a man nearly twice his size any easier.
Fortunately, gag reflexes were less of a problem for a species designed to swallow meat whole.
Halfway down, Nihlus' eyes narrow at the sensation of the tip nudging against the back of his maw. Saren's pulse resonates through his jaw, through the auditory nerves in his mandibles. It's tempting to push deeper, feel that hot pulse down his throat.
Instead, he pulls back, runs his thumbs over the spread plates at the base of the length, languidly rolling the flat of his tongue against the slit- before repeating the process all over again... and again. And again. Bobbing his head in a slow, easy pace, replacing suction with pressure. ]
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[ Saren's response is short and brief and to the point, but whispered out harshly, his sub-vocals leaking with heavy and hot blatant arousal. His gaze lingered down on Nihlus' impressive and slim form kneeling before him, watching with a hungry expectancy as Nihlus' tongue navigated almost strategically over and under the massive length of his cock.
It was obvious to Saren that Nihlus was formulating an approach, adjusting to manage his size. So he waited patiently, fixing Nihlus' playful eye contact with an intensified stare, not yet daring to speak.
His patience was awarded as Nihlus drank the tip in, and spirits help him, but he'd never forget the sight of the head of his cock disappearing into that gorgeous, cheeky mouth, and it took considerable will power to resist the urge to buck his hips as Nihlus swallowed down half of the length.
He let out a disappointed groan when Nihlus pulled off, leaving him aching, at least until Nihlus started to tease him with his tongue again. ]
Good boy.
[ As Saren delivered the praise, his hand cupped Nihlus' face.
His thumb massaged Nihlus' chin while the rest of his fingers massaged his cheek tenderly. ]
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Kinky. Very kinky.
The hand on his face softens his expression though. Eyelids fluttering half shut, gaze turning distant with concentration, he curls his fingers around the rest of the length and starts working it in time with the movements of his mouth. Slowly, he pushes the cock in deeper and deeper, easing the thick girth of it past the tight ring of muscles at the back of his throat.
Hot. Spirits, it was hot. His jaws were twinging in protest, tongue flattened helplessly against the underside, but he can taste Saren, feel the glowing heat of each heartbeat. Claws curling sharply against his mentor's hip, he inhales and forces his throat to relax against the stretch and slowly, slowly swallows until his nose presses flat against the warm scales on Saren's belly. ]
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Spirits, Nihlus..
[ Saren cursed harshly with a moan. His fingers stroked at Nihlus' cheek and he swore he could feel it bulge out with the weight of his cock. It took immense strength to resist the urge to roll his hips forward into Nihlus' mouth, to get some friction moving. Nihlus had rewarded his patience thus far though, so there was no need to ruin things by choking him from sheer size.
With past lovers, most never even got this far, too intimidated by him to try. ]
That's it. Such a good boy.
[ Saren brought his hand up to Nihlus' fringe and he made himself content with stroking the ridges of it, practically purring. ]
Spirits, look at you.
[ His cock throbbed and twitched, leaking slightly from the stimulation. ]
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Spirits, his jaw was going to be sore after this. Another list of potential regrets to face in a few hours, but it's hard to think right now, to think beyond this.
He tries to ground himself, hands sliding over Saren's inner thighs, his hips, grip eventually resting against plated ass, clutching on for dear sanity as he forces himself to not gag. The fingers on his fringe were soothing and the praises-
The praises he's heard before, many times from different lovers, but the fact that they're coming from Saren's mouth changes it somehow.
It'd been funny a moment ago. Suddenly there's nothing he wanted to do more than to please the man just hear more.
Shaking, he draws back until the head of the length pops free of his throat, the taste of fluids slicking the back of his tongue- and then he sinks his head down again, faster, the passage smoothed by saliva and precum, the stretch making his eyes water. This time when his face presses against Saren's stomach, he swallows, hard and puts their species' vocal talents to use sending a low, flanging growl right through the cock twitching in his throat. ]
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Spirits, but he still can't believe Nihlus could take that much of him. He looked absolutely exquisite, sinfully so, with his mouth full of his cock and it burned him, made him feel more alive than he had been in years.
Saren let out another curse as Nihlus groped him, hips bucking slightly but not hard enough to choke Nihlus. He tried to remain perfectly composed, tried to make himself content with just watching and feeling and not participating beyond the occasional stroke of Nihlus' fringe, but it was getting more difficult than anticipated.
Especially with the way Nihlus' delicate mouth stretched over his length a second time with reckless abandon. ]
Fuck, Nihlus...
[ Saren growled, unable to help himself as he pulled Nihlus' face closer to his stomach by the grip of his fringe, bucking his hips forward harshly, slamming his cock deeper into the back of his throat. ]
So good. You're such a fucking gorgeous boy.
[ Saren released Nihlus' fringe and pulled out of his mouth, giving him some air after that. His hand found its way down to his aching cock and Saren stroked it lewedly in front of Nihlus' face. ]
You fucking love this, don't you, boy? How long have you wanted this?
[ At the hiss of his emphasis, Saren rubbed the tip of his cock down Nihlus' forehead, face, and against his student's cheek, before bringing the thickness of it against the bottom of his mouth plates. ]
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He makes a small, helpless little noise, trembling and tense, clawing at Saren's back, trying to push away- then trying to pull his mentor closer as if he didn't have the man's cock crammed halfway down his neck. It was so surreal listening to the voice that'd talked him back from the brink of death so many times before now purring lewd praises down at him.
Saren withdraws abruptly and Nihlus gags, coughs and gasps, desperately refilling his lungs, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand and then clutching at his throat. Fuck. Turning his gaze upwards, he tries to formulate some kind of chastisement because spirits that was a dick move (literally).
The sight of his mentor stroking his own cock makes the words die at the tip of his tongue.
He doesn't manage an answer, nothing beyond a defiant glare. Not between his throat still resettling from the harsh treatment and the renewed stir of heat under his plates. It was probably easy enough to figure out the answer to the former by now anyways.
And there was no appropriate answer to the second.
How long has he wanted this?
Drawing in a shuddering breath at the press of slick length against his face, Nihlus tips his head and draws his tongue slowly, showily over rough fingers, up smoothly over warm cock. He only pauses briefly to lave a teasing circle around the slit, eyes locking with Saren's in quiet challenge.
You want him begging? You'll have to work for it. ]
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He realized his error after he pulled out and that he should have made it right...but he also noted the way Nihlus pulled forward instead of back, almost consenting to the roughness, volunteering to be used.
And spirits help him, but it was hot, watching someone he essentially took under his tutelage and fought beside for so many years choking and gagging under him.
Saren disregarded the act of defiance, took it in stride. He knew what Nihlus wanted. They both did. ]
Spirits, look at you. So filthy and gorgeous.
[ Saren growled, pulling his cock away from Nihlus to draw the length over Nihlus' jaw and mandibles, slicking it with the fluids and saliva that remained. He drew his cybernetic hand up to Nihlus' right cheek, stroking it as he pumped up and down his cock in a deliberately slow fashion. ]
I could teach you how to take this, how to love the taste of my cock down your throat and inside of you.
You'd love that, wouldn't you?
[ Saren hissed, bringing the tip to the bottom of Nihlus' mouth plates as fingers rubbed his face. ]
All of those training sessions we had...I bet you wished I would have fucked you. Made you mine.
[ His hand pulled away from Nihlus' cheek, falling to his side. He continued to stroke, picking up the pace a bit, the weight of his cock beating against Nihlus' face. ]
Do you want this, boy? Do you want me to make you mine?
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Nihlus' breath catches in his throat, shivering at the touch of smooth, blunt fingers.
Did Saren know?
He'd taken off, aching in the aftermath of their spars, desperate for distance and hard hands on him so many times he'd lost track. He thought he'd gotten over the tumultuous hormonal surges of Turian teen hood, only to be proven horribly, horribly wrong after the first week under Saren's tutelage: if anything it had been an awakening. The sheer amount of cold showers, all the time spent trying to hide the blatant smell of arousal, trying to work it off with thick toys and rough lovers.
He'd been so careful.
Closing his eyes to stop himself from staring at the mesmerizing sight of his teacher and oldest friend slowly beating off, he tries to sort out the hard snag of feelings, the sudden spike of nervousness. It doesn't do much against the heavy heat of that shaft against his face though, doesn't stave off the heat curling, hot and heavy between his loins, Saren's taste still fresh on his tongue, mouth full of that wonderful, heady scent.
This time he quivers when the tip of that cock slides against his mouth plates again, as if taken off-guard. Parting his jaws, he licks a trail up Saren's cock, intending playfulness, some kind of way to get back for those perverted comments.
It turns worshipful instead, slow and unsure, up over the tip of the hard length, laving a hungry path up Saren's pale stomach. ]
Yes, [ Nihlus' voice drops low, as if confessing- and then the words spill out of him in a stream, old repressed feelings rising, riding the sudden purge through the leaking crack in his composure. ] Spirits, yes, I want it, I want you. Hurt me, Saren, use me, I'll do anything just make me yours.
[ If he weren't suddenly caught up in the rush, he'd probably feel a little embarrassed about giving in that quickly. ]
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Especially after the days Nihlus frustrated him badly enough.
He'd relieve his stress through them, fucking those Turian with reckless abandon, make them beg, sometimes just spank them over his lap.
It helped him maintain a professional relationship with Nihlus. Made boundaries and regulations easier to follow.
But why had he bothered at all, when he could have had Nihlus like this all along? Obedient and eager to please. Kneeling in front of him. Begging for him with such a pretty voice. Licking the ridges of his length. Choking on the thickness of it. Drawing growls and moans from him. ]
Suck me, boy.
Show me what you've wanted. Tell me what you want. How many times have you thought about it? Opening your legs for me. Your mouth.
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[ He remembers the first time, seeing Saren, really seeing Saren. Not just on the extranet news line as another distant political figure, vaguely interesting in passing. He remembers Saren, pale against the back drop of fire and smoke, cool gaze drowning out his CO's angry ranting. Remembered sneaking off to the showers in the dead of the night afterwards, jerking off to the idea of Saren fucking watching him.
The barracks had been an unbearable soup of hormones and randy, aggressive young adults after that. For all that the man was bare-faced, biotic and Spectre, there was a pull to him that even the most straight-laced, pure-blooded, Cipritine born blue-paint couldn't resist. ]
Every single time you got close to me, I thought about you bending me over, making me kneel, making me cum over and over, your cum filling me up. [ Urging his mentor to grip his fringe, Nihlus breathes hot air against the cock before placing teasing, light licks up it's side, pausing between to speak. ] Making me take it no matter how much I pleaded, fucking my mouth, fucking me raw, making me love it- gods, Saren.
[ Guiding the head of that slick shaft back into his mouth again, he tongues the ridges as he swallows in one smooth, practiced motion. The soreness from the earlier thrust returns but he ignores it, swallowing until his hits Saren's fingers still wrapped around the base of his cock before tightening his grip urgently on the man's cybernetic wrist in a silent plea. ]
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Saren watched Nihlus' face carefully for any signs of discomfort, but when he was met with no resistance, Saren began to develop a steady, slow rhythm, built for Nihlus' comfort. Slowly pressing forward, tenderly rubbing the fringe, gently pulling back. He directed Nihlus' by the fringe, pressing Nihlus' face into his crotch with a lewd purr. ]
That's it, boy, that's it. Spirits, you're so good.
[ He continued to form a steady tempo, rolling his hips a little faster, occasionally keeping his giant cock buried in the back of Nihlus' smaller throat. Waiting to see if he'd protest. Try to fight him off. ]
Such a good boy. I wish I made you mine the second you were under my tutelage. I'd have taught you so many things. But we'll just have to make up for that now, won't we?
[ The grip on Nihlus' fringe tightened harshly, and Saren lifted his other hand toward Nihlus' cheek, rubbing lightly.
Saren growled, directing Nihlus' face back, pulling his cock out of his mouth only to thrust it back down his throat. He created a continuous rhythm like that as he held Nihlus by the fringe -- pulling the hard length out, pressing it back in, using Nihlus' mouth as he pleased. In. Out. Forward. Back. ]
You'll never want another cock again. You won't want anyone else to touch you ever again. You'll keep coming back to me for more. You'll return, again and again. That's what it'll mean to be mine.
[ Saren hissed, finally guiding his cock out of Nihlus' mouth, the weight of it flopping on his face. He repeated the motion with his hand, practically petting Nihlus' face with his cock as it leaked precum and saliva. He traced the bottom of Nihlus' mouth plates with the tip of it, teasing him at the entrance of his mouth. ]
Do you want that, Nihlus? Do you want me to fuck you, boy?
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It could still go up in flames. Maybe it was already but Nihlus was too wrapped up in the moment, in the taste of Saren, the feel of that thick cock being forced down his throat again and again and again as he struggles to suck, to please despite the stretch. Years of repressed feelings were suddenly being resolved, broken down into fuel for lust and want and need with each and every deliberate thrust.
He lets himself be content for the moment, lets himself obey without thought or doubt for once, lets himself believe in Saren's words, the hard possessiveness under them. Yes, yes-
The grip on his fringe turns merciless. Nihlus barely has a moment to gasp for breath when Saren pulls back only to ram back into him. His body jolts in helpless reflex, claws raking down his mentor's waist hard enough to leave deep scratches in the plating there. ]
Hhk-!
[ It doesn't stop, Saren doesn't stop, it's all Nihlus can do to hold on, taloned feet scraping against flooring, spine set in a tense arc. Heat flushes up his face and he chokes every time he's impaled, the pulsing pressure of that monstrous fucking dick pounding halfway down his lungs it feels like.
Please, he whimpers wordlessly, writhing and swallowing, feeling his throat conform to the thick head just before it's pulled out again. Please- The girth of it sliding in a frictionless glide against his tongue makes the younger Spectre's eyes turning ceiling-wards, precum thick and hot, dripping down his gullet...
By the time Saren pulls back, he's almost limp, panting against the heavy cock pressed against his face, held up only by the grip on his fringe and his own desperate hold on the man's thighs. ]
Yes, [ he begs quietly, voice cracking, tones warped, almost too quiet to be heard. ] Spirits, yes, fuck me, Saren. Please, I want you.
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Nihlus was going to be his and by the time he was through with him tonight, he'd never want to be anyone else's again. He'd burn that desire out of Nihlus. ]
Yes, yes, [Saren hissed sharply, gripping Nihlus' fringe with a rough force. Saren pressed his cock partially inside of Nihlus' open mouth, gifting him with one more taste before he pulled out Nihlus' mouth with a wet pop, brought Nihlus to standing by the fringe.
Saren pushed their bodies close -- bringing his teeth down to Nihlus' neck, briefly grazing them with the sharpness of his teeth.
When he broke the contact, Saren guided them to the nearest chair which he placed himself on to, spreading his legs apart, length standing tall. ]
You said you wanted to ride me. Come here.
[ Saren palmed himself with a slow, lazy and meaningful stroke. ]
Ride me, boy.
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The soreness was already setting in. It made swallowing a bit tricky, the ache creeping into the hinge of his jaw. Fortunately, he's distracted by Saren directing them towards a chair and, swaying slightly on his feet, Nihlus watches him sit, the easy spread of his legs.
It's partially dazedness that stops him from immediately obeying- but also just the sheer, brazen pleasure of being able to openly watch Saren's naked form laid out, on display. His eyes hungrily follow the lines of powerful muscle leading up those stark white thighs to the broad hips, pulse quickening the contrast of slick blue cock against pale abdominal plates and fingers. Gaze drifting further up, Nihlus takes in the scars, the heavy, silvery cowl and wide, thick shoulders- before finally meeting Saren's stare. ]
Fuck you're hot, [ he intones, voice a bare rasp from the earlier abuse.
The younger Spectre moves then, climbing carefully onto that big lap, curling an arm over Saren's neck to keep his balance as he slips his legs neatly into place alongside his teacher's. Another shift and he can feel the thick length brushing up against his belly.
Haha, wow. Oh, wow that's going to be deep. ]
If I don't survive this, tell my mom I love her.
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[ Saren snorted with derision, pressing his forehead downwards towards Nihlus' as his student straddled his lap and situated himself over him. His inorganic hand pumped his cock lightly, the contact with Nihlus' belly causing him to groan.
There was always a noticeable height difference between the both of them but somehow, like this, with Nihlus' slim and smaller frame hovering on top of him but still barely reaching him, the difference seemed even more pronounced to Saren. ]
It's too late to change your mind now...and by the time we're through, I'll have given you a taste of something only I could give you, and you'll come back as you'll always want more.
[ Saren growled, nipping the bottom of Nihlus' mouth plates almost playfully.
He guided the tip of his cock neatly under Nihlus, his left hand groping Nihlus' waist. Once he was satisfied with the angle, Saren's right hand joined the other side of Nihlus' waist and he carefully nudged his way inside of the younger Turian with the tip of his length. ]
Fuck, Nihlus...
[ Saren hissed sharply, both hands moving to cup the curves of Nihlus' ass. ]
Good boy.
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[ See? This is what happens when Nihlus doesn't have something to gag on. The little nip and groping hand on his waist shuts him up for the moment though.
He shudders at Saren's words, the dark promise of them, the potential future he's half afraid to confirm. His mentor wanted to do this again?
Saren wanted him to come back for more of this?
Or were those words a side-effect of the Horosk?
Spirits, they really shouldn't have drunken that much before trying this. Fuck- ]
A-ah-
[ Gasping softly, thoughts completely derailed by the cock sliding up the cleft of his ass, Nihlus arches slowly into it. It's hot and slick and so, so thick and he can still taste it, on his tongue, down his throat.
Then Saren moves him and he doesn't protest. He feels the tip catch, the mix of saliva and precum sliding down in a thick drop between his legs and he sighs sharply through his teeth, the scales on his neck standing on end. Experimentally, Nihlus rolls his hips, clutching at the older Spectre's wrists for support.
Oh, gods, ohgods that's huge. Wait. Wait- ]
Saren-
[ He doesn't manage more than that when the thick head pushes into him and he arches with a sharp jolt and a strangled little noise. Hangs there for a second, thighs locked against Saren's hips, head rolled back, breathing sharp and fast. ]
D-don't stop.
[ It's barely a whisper, the words dragged out of him by the hands cupping him. ]
No matter what I say, don't stop.
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Saren released a deep breath, claws gripping Nihlus' ass lightly as he slowly, slowly, pulled the tip of his length out of Nihlus with lewd and slick wet sound.
But it was only for a moment. Saren pushed the head back in, just as slowly as he removed himself, and this time he guided his cock halfway inside of the younger Turian, forcing him to be aware of every ridge, but also letting Nihlus adjust and prepare for the rest.
Saren knew he was more well endowed than your average Turian. So it was a lesson in self-restraint, almost, as he resisted the urge to make Nihlus completely, and utterly, his. ]
You love this, don't you, boy? Feeling me like this. Your fucking mentor.
[ Saren regarded Nihlus' reactions carefully, testing his limits with a slow roll of his hips, experimenting under Nihlus with a brief, but somehow still utterly deep and thorough stroke of his massive cock.
He brushed his fingers' against Nihlus cheeks, squeezed and cupped Nihlus' ass, ran his hands down to and up Nihlus' thighs as he started to move, started to fuck him, slowly and deliberately but still withholding from directing himself completely inside. ]
That's it, boy. Take it. You are mine, Nihlus. You understand?
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But it was Saren here and not a stranger with anger to work out on a willing victim. Saren who'd taken him under his wing, Saren who'd stood by him against everything the Hierarchy had thrown at them, Saren who'd been there when everyone else had left, Saren-
-who was now slowly splitting him open from the inside out, claiming him inch by pulsing inch. His fucking mentor.
Nihlus makes a wrecked sound, jerking at the shallow thrust, scrabbling for handhold before curling his claws against the edges of Saren's cowl, heels clamping against the underside of the seat. The pressure of the length buried inside him forces his own cock to unfold again, sliding up against pale waist.
It's too deep. Too much. Feels like someone had shoved a white hot steel rod into him, impossibly hot and yet so fucking wet. ]
I'm yours, [ he pants, trembling, arching into the squeeze, into the touches running along his thighs, into the agonizing thickness spreading him apart. ] Take me. Make me take it- Spirits, Saren...!
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Saren pushed, forcing Nihlus to take his massive cock in its entirety and he let out a sharp, strangled moan as his whole length was buried fully within the younger Turian, just the way his boy wanted it to be. Saren's claws tightened around Nihlus' ass roughly as his cock was shoved to the root inside of Nihlus, grabbing at the flesh, stretching it over his girth.
He glided a hand under Nihlus' thighs, directing his student to bring his knees up so he was forced to take more of him in, while his other one held Nihlus up by his back.
Saren growled in his ear, biting down on Nihlus' exposed neck as he started to rock his own hips forward, rutting into his oldest friend with a fierce passion, like an animal in heat.
Nihlus' body was built so perfectly, like he was meant to surrender and submit to a man like him. He couldn't believe they never did this before when it's so clear to him now that Nihlus needed him, from the way he trembled and folded under him like a house of cards and begged with such a gorgeous, gorgeous voice.]
You're mine, boy. Mine!
[ Saren hissed, seemingly intent on splitting him into half with his cock, rubbing up against Nihlus' prostate again and again, picking up a wilder pace, determined to give Nihlus what he wanted. ]
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He can feel every heavy ridge, every hot, wet throb and twitch against quivering inner walls as the tapered tip slowly impales him, a dense pinpoint of pure pleasure and agony. It pushes mercilessly deeper and deeper until the sheer thickness renders the resistive clamp of his body completely useless. He can feel the pressure pushing under the plates on his belly and it makes his thighs clatter against Saren's sides, eyes squeezed shut and jaws parted as he gasps for breath.
Their hips meet and Nihlus spasms, choking on a ragged curse, dragging his claws down his partner's chest as pre-shocks zips through him. A pale hand slips under his thighs and he obeys helplessly, knees up, his weight now solely on the older Turian's lap and the heavy cock impaling him, takes the length even deeper and it's too much, too much, toomuch-! ]
Saren! Saren...!
[ Nihlus falls apart at the first thrust, over filled, the ribs on Saren's cock sliding against that glowing cluster of nerves buried inside him and the teeth in his neck-
His spine curves into an impossible arc as violent, orgasmic tremors wrack his body, hands pressed flat against scarred abs, his seed spilling between his knuckles. And it keeps going and going and going as Saren starts ramming into until he's sobbing from over-stimulation, begging him to stop, begging him for more, please more please goddess fuck him. ]
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What a gorgeous sight that was, Nihlus coming undone on his lap, falling apart under his mentor.
Saren released a guttural moan as he pumped into Nihlus with increasing fever, forcing Nihlus to feel the pressure again and again and again. Saren is not nearly done with him and he whispered as much to Nihlus, moving the hand gripping Nihlus' ass to palm his softening cock instead, drawing the younger Turian out to excruciating hardness again, his hand becoming slick with Nihlus' cum as he stroked.
Saren delivered pretty praises and words of encouragement to Nihlus, praising his student for being such a good boy, encouraging him to take it all, to ride him. Nihlus was his and no one else's and he made sure to let him know that, too, growling the words possessively as he slid his cock upward repeatedly, slamming into Nihlus' hole with obscene sucking sounds.
Saren held Nihlus up by his thigh, and he withdrew his cock slowly out of Nihlus as his movement became less frantic, precum dripping out of Nihlus' hole.
Saren growled, giving a rough, vicious thrust, burying Nihlus with the length of his giant cock again with one push. The coil in his stomach suddenly unsnapped without warning and he released a loud, harsh cry. ]
Nihlus...!
[ There's no warning other than the cry of his name and suddenly Saren is coming inside of his friend, his student, with every sharp jerk of his hips, messy and hot and wet and seemingly filling him up endlessly. ]
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And then Saren moans and the world speeds up again, a hard sudden wall of sensations. Nihlus chokes on a curse as the larger Turian picks up the pace, every raw nerve in his body lighting up. He throws his arm over his teacher's neck, sobbing at the words Saren presses against his mandible, at the hard hand on his own length dragging razorwire pleasure from his loins.
The lights on the ceiling become distant, blurred lines as he loses himself, tethered only by the basso reverb of Saren's voice, the praises, the encouragements. He braces his free hand against the other's knee and obeys mindlessly, impaling himself on every too-deep thrust, uttering a wounded little gasp as feels the head slam home halfway up his guts. Faster and faster, the friction liquid silk despite the unforgiving stretch and Saren's hands, touches, felt like pure sunshine.
And then he's pulling back, drawing away and the younger Spectre is too dazed to protest, still shaken from his climax, shaking on the cusp of another. Saren's grip on his thigh was secure and he was too boneless to fight it. There's fluid trickling down his legs now and he feels just the tip of that heavy cock pressed inside him, breath hitching-
Nihlus cums again before he knows what hit him, dark growling still echoing through his jaw. This time it's a rolling, slow thunder of an orgasm, misfiring muscles clamping helplessly down on the solid girth spearing him open. He feels the same tension snap above him, under him, watches Saren come undone, the cry, his name.
Tilting his head, he tugs Saren down by his neck and slides his tongue past his mentor's mouth plates, licks the moans right off of his teeth. Locking his knees around white thighs, he rocks, grinds his hips down against Saren's in slow, lazy rolls, twitching as the pulsing cock inside him sends heavy aftershocks lancing up his belly, milking it for all it was worth and dragging Saren's own climax out. ]
Spirits, [ he gasps between each taste of his friend's tongue. Reaching between them to guide the hand on his own over-sensitive length up, Nihlus presses it against the softer plates of his abdomen, letting Saren feel just how fucking deep he was buried, each pump of seed he was filling his student with. ]
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Saren groaned as his hand was pressed down against Nihlus' abdomen, and he could feel the way the younger Turian's belly bulged and grew with each pump of his cock. He couldn't believe how utterly filled and used Nihlus was by now and yet his student's body was still pulsing under him, still rocking down onto him. Saren's hand rubbed Nihlus' belly, and he pressed down on the softer plates as he continued to roll his hips upward, finally milking himself dry.
In the post-orgasm sensitive stage, it felt marvelously torturous. ]
You liked this. Being used.
[ Once done, Saren didn't pull out. Couldn't even if he wanted to with the way Nihlus' knees were locked around his thighs. Instead, he dropped down with soft, rewarding licks to Nihlus' mouth plates, to the bruised spot on his neck, in response to the licks given, praising Nihlus for being so obedient and good to him.
He moved his hand from under Nihlus' thigh and to around his backside, easing him up onto his side. Spooned his student while his heavy cock was still buried deep inside of him. ]
You feel so good, Nihlus.
[ The hand at Nihlus' belly scooped up evidence of Nihlus' release and he brought it to Nihlus mouth. ]
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I might like it a little, [ Nihlus utters between pants, wincing at the tongue on his neck. Actually everything was beginning to just ache now, the rush of euphoria dying down and leaving a growing soreness in its wake. He has to tighten his grip on Saren's knee to stop himself from just toppling over as the afterglow slowly turns every muscle in his body into well-fucked jello.
Other than a gasp and a bit of squirming at the slick shift of the warm length inside him, Nihlus doesn't protest the moving much. The heat of Saren's body was stark against the cargo hold's cooler air and he sinks into it, his breathing slowly leveling out.
Wet fingers being pressed into his mouth makes the younger Spectre's eyes flicker behind their lids, but he doesn't open them even as he parts his jaws willingly. When he laves his tongue along the thumb, he tastes the strange texture of synthetic muscle and ligaments, follows it up to the clawless tip.
There was... he had so many questions. So many things he wanted to ask. But it was hard to formulate when he was still throbbing from several consecutive climaxes and there so many that Saren wouldn't answer-
Exhaling quietly, he presses the doubts back down yet again, lets himself be drawn back into the moment, concentrating on slowly, meticulously licking the hand clean. When he finally regathers himself enough, the question he finally decides on asking instead is a little bit... safer. ]
So, [ he starts conversationally, finally cracking an eye open to cast Saren a sidelong look before coyly following a trickle of cum up the other Turian's wrist. ]
You just banged your old student, you kinky fuck. [ A playful nip. ] How long've you been thinking about it?
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