Chapter 15 Part 13 | Lovers and Beloveds | IHGK Book 1
Issak yanked him not unkindly to his feet; Temmin gave no resistance to the untying of the drawstring round his waist. Issak let go Temmin's hair, pulled his shirt over his head and pushed him back down on the couch, then undressed and joined him. "On your side away from me," murmured Issak. "You obey me so easily. Why is that?"
"I don't know," whimpered Temmin. Issak smiled against his shoulder. Cool, slippery liquid poured down the crevice of his ass; Issak spread it with teasing fingers. Temmin gasped, and Issak sank a slippery finger inside him.
"Relax," purred Issak against his neck.
"It--it's very--I'm not--"
"It's just the tip of one finger. Don't fight me. Let go. It will hurt otherwise. There--there, just relax. Push out. That's right, good boy." Issak pushed the finger in, pulled out, and pushed back in, always slow, always advancing. Odd, shivery pleasure overtook the initial pain, so like what Emmae had experienced until Issak hooked his finger and pushed at one spot. Stars went off behind Temmin's eyelids; Emmae had never felt anything like that. It forced a low shout from deep inside him, and Issak chuckled. "That's your walnut. You like that, eh?"
Temmin's voice refused to work. He pushed back against the finger and it worked in deeper, stretching him gently. It moved in and out, always coming back to brush against the spot that made him lightheaded, near dissolving into white nothingness. A second finger joined the first. He was ready for it, wanting it; his moans grew more guttural, deeper. The fingers stayed on that spot, massaging until the fingers were all there were in the world.
"You're all stretched out for me," said Issak in his ear. "D'you know what I'm going to do now? I'm going to fuck you." The fingers withdrew; the world returned, and Temmin exhaled in a soft wail. Issak rolled him over on his back; his eyes glowed green and dangerous, even in the low light, and his hair hung wild and black around him. And yet to Temmin, giving himself to Issak seemed like the safest, most natural thing in the world. Issak slicked himself with the slippery liquid; Temmin's cock was longer, just as he was taller, but like his body, Issak's had more weight, potent and heavy in his hand. "This is for you, and you will take it all. Won't you?"
"Will it hurt?" whispered Temmin.
"Do you care?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Then hold your legs back." Issak smiled, slipping a hand up and down Temmin's length. He slid his fingers back inside, gently stretching, then removed them and centered himself, the head pushing against Temmin's opening. "Push out," whispered Issak. "Let me in." Temmin pushed out, and Issak pushed in.
The ring of muscle burned, just as Emmae's had, but once the head pushed all the way in, the burning receded and left nothing but the strange thrill. Issak advanced by small, gentle degrees until he was entirely inside, and he stayed there, his dark-shadowed jaw flexing until he began to move.
Temmin had always thought it was Emmae's enchantment that had brought her such unwanted pleasure on her wedding night. But with each stroke the shivering ache pulsed through him, his skin a-quiver. Issak touched that spot again, sliding past it over and over, and Temmin's eyes rolled back in his head in unending, shuddering bliss. Even so, when he reached down between them and discovered his erection was gone, he let out an involuntary gasp of frustration. "It's normal," soothed Issak. "In time you will learn to stay hard, but going soft is normal."
"I still feel hard," said Temmin, forcing the words out between ragged breaths. "I think--I think I have to piss!"
"No, you don't, I promise. Let it be. Am I hurting you?"
"No!" blurted Temmin. "Don't--don't stop!" Sweat beaded on Issak's forehead; his white teeth closed on his bottom lip. His eyes shone with a gentle cruelty, and Temmin swore he was even more beautiful than Allis.
Issak let out a long growl and pushed deep inside, to the point of pain. A great twitch, a pulse, and Issak leaned in temporary exhaustion against Temmin's legs, stretching them back even further. "Push out again," Issak said when he'd regained his breath. His softening cock slithered out, and he collapsed onto the couch. He gathered Temmin into his arms and kissed him, licking at his lips. "You are very, very tight," he mumured dreamily. "I could've held on longer--all night, actually--but I couldn't ride you hard your first time. Some day, I will."
Temmin lay dizzy in the safe circle of Issak's arms as his mind began to work again. It should have hurt. He should have been frightened. He should be angry with himself for letting Issak lead him into it. He shook, and gasped in dismay as he tried and failed to stop, just as Emmae had. "It's normal, the shaking," muttered Issak. "Never worry. It will pass."
"What did you do?" he said through chattering teeth.
"What do you mean?"
"I didn't want that...and you made me want it."
"I did nothing of the kind. You wanted it and you didn't know it yet. That's all."
"I didn't even know men did this! I thought it was all hands and mouths." He shook harder; Issak responded with a reassuring tightening of his arms, and Temmin burrowed into him, relieved and humiliated.
"Sometimes it's like this," said Issak. "Not all the time. It depends on the men involved. You've had sex with a man before."
"Alvo?" frowned Temmin. "I don't really think of that as sex."
"And yet you're getting excited again." Issak slapped at Temmin's cock; it swayed in the air. He slid down the couch and put his head between Temmin's legs, licking him in one long, wet swallop from his balls to the tip. Temmin's cock vanished into Issak's mouth, disappearing and reappearing, glistening. His hips moved in time with Issak's sucking, until a finger pushed inside him and right to the spot, that spot, oh Gods, it was that spot. Issak's mouth picked up speed, until the world vanished. He arched up into the tight wetness that was all that was left of reality, shouting as his seed shot out of him. He twitched in the void, suspended and sparking, until the world filled in the space around him once again, and he fell back onto the couch panting Issak's name.
"I don't know if I'll ever walk again," Temmin said after a time. "I don't know if I want to walk again."
"We're not falling asleep here," said Issak. "Up with you." He half-dragged, half-led Temmin to one of the alcove beds in the wall, large and soft; Temmin tumbled into it. Issak washed himself at the sink and tumbled in after him. They fell asleep in minutes, Temmin's blond head on Issak's chest, his fingers tangled in Issak's black hair.