TA chapter 39 - slow

-Percy-

Emmanuel presses his hips forwards against mine, his eyes fluttering closed with the gentleness of a butterfly’s wings. Holding his chin ever so lightly, my other hand wanders around to the front of my mate’s trousers, resting on his belt buckle briefly.

When he allows it, I release the clasp, slowly easing the trousers down his hips. We stand there for a moment in complete silence; the only sound I am able to hear is that of my own racing heartbeat.

And then Emmi chuckles. “Let’s at least do this on the bed. I mean it’s literally been one day since you had to cauterise your own wound; standing up for ages doesn’t sound like the healthiest plan.”

Huffing out a laugh, I lead my mate towards the bed before glancing back at him and smiling innocently. “Still though, I’m not sure we’d be standing up for ages- I mean, I like to think I’m pretty good with my hands…”

Emmi goes a little pink in the slowly fading light as he runs a hand through his hair, averting his eyes from mine for a moment. “Oh you don’t need to tell me twice; I know you’re rather talented,” he eventually replies when he’s recovered from the embarrassment.

Grinning, I relax on the bed, pressing my back to the headboard before patting my lap. Emmi rolls his eyes but dutifully hops up on the bed, situating himself in my lap. Still unable to keep the smile from my lips, I watch Emmi as he rests his hand on my shoulder, his other hand slowly removing the hair tie from my ponytail so that he can run his fingers through the locks.

Patting his thigh to give him some kind of warning, I slowly slip my hand beneath his boxers, my fingers itching to touch what they already know the feel of so well. Emmi rests his forehead against mine, biting his lips as I idly trail one finger up and down his length, starting at the tip and lazily drawing a line right down to the hilt.

After completing a few more leisurely circuits, I take Emmi’s erection in my hand, applying just the right amount of pressure in all the right places. The nice thing with Emmi having a high libido and mine being, you know, rather present, is that we do sexual things with each other quite a lot.

So by now, I know Emmi’s body well; I know what he likes, what makes him climax quickly, what I can do to prolong his pleasure to the absolute maximum before finally letting him have his release. For Emmi and I, we never do things quickly. We always take our time, preferring things to be slow and gentle rather than furious and fast. It’s a personal preference thing based on what makes us feel good, and by now we’ve definitely figured out the nooks and crannies of each other’s pleasure system.

Emmi’s breath hitches in my left ear, his head resting in the crook of my neck where he will occasionally kiss my mating mark. I can tell that he’s already close; his breathing is faster and heavier, his fingers tangling with my hair and his cock throbbing in my hand, a vein raised along the shaft.

“You’re more than welcome to come, Emmi,” I say gently, tilting my head to kiss his cheek where it lies exposed on my shoulder. My mate groans a little, shaking his head. “This feels- really good. I just want to- to enjoy it, for a little- a little longer,” he rasps out, his breath hot as it plumes against my neck, deliciously hot magma to my skin.

Chuckling slightly, I nod, slowing down the pace of my movements ever so slightly so as to ease off the pleasure accelerator - I’ll slowly start to build it up again, keep that wave of exhilaration rising through Emmi without letting it decrease or come to a release.

Slowly picking up my pace once again, I sneak my other hand down also, fondling his balls and applying more pressure with my other hand when my thumb reaches his tip. “Mm- Percy!” He grips my shoulder, his breath ragged. And this time, I don’t decrease my pace in the slightest.

Instead, I continue my movements all through Emmi’s orgasm, vouching to let him ride the wave through to utter completion.

After he’s finished, we sit in silence again for a few minutes, Emmi’s breathing rapid and hard still but steadily decreasing. Soft lips sneak up my neck, littering across my jaw and landing on my lips, tiny prints of affection strewn across my neck.

“Thanks, that was really…really good,” Emmi whispers when he pulls back, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear for me. Beaming at him, I wrap my arms around his back in a tight hug.

My mate kisses my forehead, stroking his fingertips across my jaw. “Your turn?” He checks, ever careful of making me uncomfortable. “My turn…?” I return equally gently, knowing that Emmi would never do something that he doesn’t want to, but checking nonetheless.

He grins, kissing my already bruised lips, not caring that his are in a similar state; even the gods don’t know how many times we’ve kissed tonight.

Emmi’s touch isn’t like mine; obviously it isn’t. But I’m still used to how it feels when I touch myself; everything either focused on fingertips or the palm of my hand. But with Emmi, he’ll sometimes use his knuckles.

Like now.

He grazes his knuckles up and down my shaft a few times, slow and relaxed, meandering. Even the smallest amount of contact has me painfully hard; I’ve been patiently sitting here, drawing out Emmi’s pleasure for as long as possible whilst getting more and more turned on by his sounds and the feel of him in my hand.

Finally, Emmi takes me in his hand, setting a rhythmic pace which has my pleasure building slowly, not quite ready to crash onto the shores of my orgasm but certainly on its way there. Emmi begins to increase his pressure and speed, his own breath quickening in tandem with mine. He licks at my mating mark, and I can tell what he wants to do, but I can’t let him.

Kissing his temple, I try to get a hold of my low moans as I talk. “Emmi you- you can’t- I won’t heal, it’ll- it’ll be like marking a regular human- and I’d rather not- lose any more blood just- just yet,” I pant out, carding my fingers through his hair.

Emmi lets out a groan but nods his acknowledgement. “I know…I’m just…giving you a hickey instead,” he reasons, moving his attention to the right of my mark where there is the entire expanse of my shoulder for him to enjoy littering with his claim on me and his marks of affection.

Letting out another moan, my grip in his hair increases as Emmi sucks gently on my shoulder, and then harder to leave a mark, all whilst continuing his peruse of my erection with his hand. Letting out a small gasp as Emmi’s fingers latch onto my nipple, twisting and rubbing at it, I push my head backwards as the simultaneous stimulation increases the growth of my pleasure.

“Emmi- I- I’m going to-“ I stammer out, not even able to finish my sentence as Emmi pinches my already hardened nipple whilst squeezing lightly on my cock, letting my hips buck desperately upwards as I fuck into his hand.

“Good boy,” Emmi whispers when I finally come. And it doesn’t matter that I’m a man who is older than Emmi by three years, it doesn’t matter that I’m 6 foot and he’s 5’8, it doesn’t matter that I’m muscular whereas he’s lithe.

None of it matters, because regardless of all that I apparently have a praise kink.