Entrances and Exits

"Relax, you're tensing up," Issak purred against Temmin's neck.

"It--it's very--I'm not--"

"It's just the tip of one finger. Don't tense, it'll hurt if you keep doing that. There--there, just relax. Push out. That's right, good boy." He pushed the finger in further, pulled out and pushed slowly back in again, and Temmin felt his mind shut down almost completely as an odd, shivering pleasure overtook the initial pain. What a strange sensation, this invading finger, he thought with his little remaining insight--and then Issak hooked his finger and pushed against something round and hard. Stars went off behind Temmin's eyelids and he groaned aloud. Issak chuckled. "There it is," he said. "there's your walnut. You like that, eh?"

"Yes!" Temmin gasped out. He pushed back against the finger and felt it work in deeper, stretching him gently. Issak began to move, in and out, always coming back to brush firmly against that bump just inside him that made him almost lose consciousness. When a second finger joined the first, Temmin was ready for it, wanting it, and he groaned again, deeper and more gutteral than before as Issak massaged him in just that spot. He lost track of time; he had no idea how long they'd been like that, only that he hoped Issak would never stop.

"You're fucking yourself on my fingers, d'you know that?" said Issak in his ear. Temmin opened his mouth, but nothing would come out but harsh breathing. "You're all stretched out for me. D'you know what I'm going to do now? I'm going to fuck you." The fingers withdrew and Temmin whimpered. Issak rolled him onto his back. Temmin looked up at him, so beautiful. The low light danced in his green eyes, and his black hair was loose and wild around his broad shoulders. He was slicking his very hard cock with the slippery liquid, and Temmin looked at it, really looked at it, for the first time. Like the rest of him, it was a little shorter than Temmin's and a lot more solid-looking. "This is for you, it's going right up you, and you're going to take it all. Aren't you?"

"Please," whispered Temmin. He'd never been so aroused in his life, not even here. "Will it hurt?"

"Do you care?" said Issak, putting a pillow under Temmin's bottom and settling himself between his legs.

Temmin paused. "No," he finally said. "I don't."

Issak urged Temmin's legs up as high against his chest as they'd go. "I'll try not to hurt you anyway," he smiled, stroking Temmin's prick. "Hold your legs there." He slipped his fingers back inside Temmin, gently stretching, then removed them and centered himself. Temmin felt the head of Issak's cock push against his ass. "Push out," Issak whispered. "Let me in." Temmin pushed out, and Issak pushed in.

The ring of muscle around his opening stretched and burned at first, but once the head was in the burning lessened until nothing was left but that strange thrill. Issak advanced slowly and gently by tiny degrees until he was entirely inside. He stayed there, unmoving, and Temmin watched his dark-shadowed jaw flex as he worked to keep his control.

And then he began to move.

Issak stroked past that spot again; Temmin's eyes rolled slowly back in his head. He wanted desperately to touch himself, but Issak had him pinned, his legs pressed down toward his shoulders. Over and over Issak's prick slid past...what had he called it? Temmin thought dimly--his walnut? It was perfect, it was better than anything he'd ever felt, it was--

He looked down between them and discovered his erection was gone. "It's normal," soothed Issak. "In time you may learn to stay hard when you're getting fucked, but it's normal not to."

"I couldn't tell, I still feel hard." His breath was ragged and he could barely get the words out. "I think--I think I have to piss!"

"No, you don't, I promise, let the feeling be. Am I hurting you?"

"No!" gasped Temmin. "No! Well--not much. Just--don't stop." Temmin looked up through his lashes; sweat beaded on Issak's forehead, and his white teeth were closed on his bottom lip. He was concentrating hard, green eyes looking straight into Temmin's blue ones, and in that moment, Temmin thought he was even more beautiful than Allis. "Gods, Issak, you're--"

"I can't hold this, you're too--Oh, Nerr--" Issak let out a long growling groan and pushed deep inside. Temmin felt the cock inside him twitch and pulse, and Issak leaned down and kissed him, licking at his lips and moaning in breathy abandon. "I'm pulling out, push out again." Issak slipped from inside and collapsed on the couch next to him. Temmin felt what must have been Issak's cum slowly trickling from his ass--a sore ass, if truth be told, but he didn't care. "You are very, very tight," said Issak dreamily. "I couldn't keep that up for too long, and for your first time I couldn't really ride you hard anyway. But some day..some day..." He gathered Temmin into his arms and held him close against his chest, kissing him languidly and sloppily, tongues entangled. Temmin began to shake a little. " 'S normal," muttered Issak. "Never worry."

Temmin thought of Emmae, shaking in Gill's arms on her wedding night, but this was entirely different. He'd wanted this. He didn't even know he'd wanted it until right before Issak had done it. "Is this what lovers of men do? I'd always wondered how that worked," he said against Issak's chest.

"Sometimes," Issak replied. "Not all the time. It depends on the lovers involved. Sometimes it's hands, sometimes it's mouths--you've had a lover suck you off before."

"A lover? Oh, Alvo," said Temmin, frowning slightly. "I've never really thought of him that way. I s'pose you're right, but I don't love Alvo. I mean, I love him, we grew up together, but I don't love love him. We always fooled around, but I didn't know he felt that way until right before I left."

"But you think about him sometimes."

"Well, yes. Can you blame me? That was amazing, no one's done that before or since." He felt his cock twitch, and before he knew it, he was fully erect again against Issak's thigh.

Issak took him in hand. "I'll give you another time to think about, then, shall I?" He scooted down the couch until his head was between Temmin's legs, reached out his tongue, and licked him in one long, wet, swallop from his balls to his tip. Temmin let out a tiny "ah!" Issak grinned up at him, took the hard cock in one hand, then swept his tongue delicately inside the foreskin, circling the head over and over. He took Temmin in his mouth and slowly worked the skin up over the glans and down, sucking and gently nibbling, until Temmin was groaning and gripping his hair. "Pull my hair and I'll stop, boy," said Issak, staring up at him fiercely.

"Please, don't stop," he said meekly, untangling his fingers from the thick black mane. He propped himself up on his elbows so he could see better. Issak began swallowing him in earnest then, taking his full length until Temmin could barely breathe. His hips moved in counterpoint with Issak's sucking, and Issak put his hands underneath to cup Temmin's ass. Temmin watched his cock disappear and reappear, glistening between Issak's lips, Nerr, what a mouth, and he was fucking that mouth. Suddenly, he felt a finger inside him, pushing on that spot, that spot, oh Gods, it was that spot and Issak's mouth picked up speed and--

The world vanished. He arched up into the hot, wet, sucking 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 rest of reality began filling in once again around him. He fell back down onto the couch panting Issak's name. Issak crawled back up his body and kissed him deeply. Something familiar was on Issak's lips, and he realized the taste was his own.

"Can you move yet?" chuckled Issak.

"I don't know if I'll ever walk again," said Temmin with a dopey smile, eyes still closed. "I don't know if I want to walk again."

"I don't want to fall asleep here. Up with you." Issak half-dragged him to his feet. "Come to bed, boneless boy." He led Temmin to an alcove in the wall, where a large, soft bed waited, already made up. Temmin tumbled into it; Issak washed his hands at the sink and then tumbled in after him. They fell asleep in minutes, Temmin's blond head on Issak's chest, his fingers tangled in the black hair.

Temmin was dreaming. He was lying on top of Issak, his back to Issak's chest, impaled again on that fat prick. He felt it luxuriously fucking him while Issak kissed his neck and pinched his nipples; he stroked his own hard shaft. Somehow he must have learned to keep his erection and get fucked at the same time, he thought. "Yes," came a voice, "and I'm so glad of it." Through half-open eyes he saw Allis above him, naked, her luscious breasts just out of mouth's reach. She took his cock in her hand and began to guide it inside her, then reached down and kissed him. "Oh Allis," he moaned, closing his eyes.

He heard her laugh. "Good morning to you, too." Temmin opened his eyes, and he was awake. He was in the alcove bed in the Supplicants Chamber, on his side; Issak was still asleep, nestled cozily behind him with one muscular leg thrown over his. Allis was lying in front of him on top of the coverlet, fully dressed in Temple clothes, her green eyes sparkling with amusement as Temmin pressed his morning erection through the coverlet against her leg. He pulled back sheepishly. "Did you have a good night?" she said.

He clenched his ass experimentally; Issak grumbled and clutched him closer. Still sore, but not horribly so. "Yes," he said, blushing, "we did."

Allis traced a finger down his jawline to his lips, where he kissed it. "So you liked it, eh?"

He blushed further. "Ehm, I s'pose I did."

"Oh, you definitely did," mumbled Issak, rubbing a stubbly chin against his neck. "G'morning, sister. Is there coffee? Please?"

Temmin's stomach grumbled loudly. "And bacon?" he added hopefully. He sniffed at the air. "Oh, hurray, bacon, and coffee!"

In short order they were dressed and sitting once again around the low table, Allis sipping at her coffee, Temmin and Issak seeing who could finish off the toast rack. "Do leave a crumb for me," she said, pouring Temmin a cup.

"We'll just ask for more," said Issak, slathering on the butter. "Have a muffin in the meantime."

Temmin basked in the warmth of their presence and the breakfast. This was like breakfast back at Whithorse in an odd sort of way; he usually ate an early meal in the stables with the grooms before going on his usual ride, after which he'd then go back to the house to clean up and eat a proper meal with his family before going out again. This had that same sort of feel--unwashed, ungroomed, cheerful and a bit sleepy-eyed.

In short order even Temmin was full. He and Issak returned to the baths for a less sybaritic but still thorough shower and shave, and instead of his Temple garments, Temmin found his street clothes sitting out neatly for him in the dressing area. He dressed reluctantly, and Issak walked him to the grand hall, where Allis met them.

"So it's time to go?" Temmin said.

"You'll be back soon," said Allis, stroking his furry jaw. She ran her fingers down to his chin. "You didn't shave your chin!"

"No!" said Temmin, brightening. "I think I may have enough of a beard to grow now, so I'm letting it fill in!"

"And so a fashion comes to its end," said Allis with a smile. She grew serious again. "We will see you again, and soon. In the meantime, you need to understand our rules outside the Temple."

"May I--am I allowed to put into practice...what I've learned?"

"To a degree," said Issak. "We advise you to take it slow. Don't rush into anything. You've learned a great deal in a short time, and you've shown quite a lot of talent--not just in the pleasurable aspects of what we do, but in the spiritual aspects of it. Were you not the Heir, I'd unhesitatingly recommend you for the priesthood."

"That said," continued Allis, "you are not a Lover. You're not even a postulant. Don't try to be one."

"And remember," said Issak, pulling Temmin and his sister close, "you are to save yourself."

"For how long?" asked Temmin, searching their faces with open yearning.

"Not much longer," whispered Allis. "Neya's Day."

"It's only the 29^th of Spring's Beginning! That's two weeks!" groaned Temmin. "Wait--I thought Neya's Day was reserved for...for the two of you."

"Not all of it," said Issak, grinning. "Once the Spectacle is over there's a general celebration, you know."

"No, I don't know," said Temmin testily. "I was never allowed to go."

"Not as a virgin, no. But never worry," said Allis, kissing him. "This year and every year thereafter you're allowed. Now, here's your horse. We will contrive to see you before Neya's Day, we promise." She kissed him again, and Issak followed suit, his lips leaving Temmin's reluctantly. The twins watched him down the stairs, onto his horse and off to the Keep, his security detail following at a discreet distance as usual. Both of them were quiet and subdued as they turned back into the Temple.

Allis looked at her twin from the corner of her eye. "I see things, you know. Have a care, brother," said Allis as they entered the grand hall.

"I could say the same, sister," he said, tightening his arm around her waist.