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Before Nandor goes to coffin some mornings—the ones where just before dawn, a calm silence falls upon the entire house, settling like dust—Guillermo will spend a little extra time on his master’s bedtime routine. Sometimes he helps his master bathe or gives his hair a thorough detangling, and if Nandor sometimes retires early on nights when he’s not tired, calling for Guillermo to follow, or if Guillermo spends a bit too long touching, looking, no one mentions it.
Those times exist outside of the night. The words left unsaid as the moments stretch on, neither wanting to call it bedtime yet, are left tucked away not to be thought about during their regular working hours. Some nights Guillermo will be so overworked and underappreciated, he feels he wants to scream at somebody, but as soon as Nandor announces his leave and motions for Guillermo to follow, he’s drawn right back in again and reminded why he does all this, why he stays.
A part of Guillermo, perhaps the optimistic one, believes these moments are the ones where Nandor allows himself to show some vulnerability—that perhaps these moments are their true existence and the rest is all for show.
And that’s why he stays, why he can’t bring himself to step away.
So when Nandor clears his throat and awkwardly shuffles out of the room for his bedroom, Guillermo follows.
“I think I’ll slumber early today, Guillermo; help me into my slumbering clothes.” Nandor says once they’re in his room with the door closed.
“Of course, Master.”
Guillermo went into Nandor’s wardrobe, grabbed everything he wore for his slumber, and laid it out on his coffin with practiced efficiency. He then turned back to his master and began disrobing him. This, he took much more time on. Guillermo started with his fur jacket, gently pulling it from his master’s shoulders as he shrugged it off before hanging it back up in the wardrobe.
He then came around to Nandor’s front to delicately unfasten the belt around his other jacket before reaching around him to pull it off. He then went for the jacket, nimble fingers undoing the buttons. He moved to place the belt on its shelf before returning to help this jacket off like he had with the outer one.
Guillermo came back around Nandor’s front to undo the red cravat he was wearing that day. His hands started behind Nandor’s neck and very slowly pulled around forward to where the cravat was tied, thumbs brushing along his master’s neck and then fingers along his clavicle. When he reached the knot, he untied it with skill, glancing up to meet Nandor’s eyes a couple of times. As much as he wanted to sustain the eye contact, the intensity of Nandor’s gaze burned him too much to keep it for more than a few seconds.
Guillermo put the cravat in its place and then returned to in front of his Master. He ran his hands along Nandor’s chest as he untied the strings of his shirt. He then pushed his hands up over the bare skin of his master’s sternum and under the fabric of his shirt where it was still hanging on his shoulders. Guillermo stepped around behind Nandor and resumed the contact, this time starting on his shoulders before running his hands down his front as best as he could reach without it being awkward or going on his tiptoes. He ran his hands back up and over his Master’s shoulders again, increasing pressure and beginning a sort of massage.
Nandor melted into his familiar’s hands. This was not the first time Guillermo had given him a massage while undressing him. It was always one of his favorite bedtime routines—the way it just felt so intimate in a way Guillermo never allowed during the night. The man was always so reserved with his body, never touching or allowing to be touched unless it was for a specific purpose.
Nandor relished in his being touched, but grew impatient with how he longed to reach out to Guillermo. Before he could stop himself. He reached up and placed a hand over one of Guillermo’s. The man tensed, as if unsure whether he was being told to stop, but then Nandor caressed the hand down to Guillermo’s wrist, his thumb trailing behind.
Guillermo’s breath hitched, and Nandor took his hand into both of his, turning to face his familiar. He began to massage the hand, fingers pressing delicately into muscle and stopping to rub circles over joints. Nandor stared at Guillermo with intensity, committing this to memory—the way Guillermo’s closed eyelids fluttered, his long dark eyelashes accenting this and drawing the gaze right down along to his perfectly rounded flushed cheeks, and still below, his lips parted in a silent gasp, the pink of the pout in his lower lip standing out against his brown shades.
Guillermo normally tucked his lip in, keeping his lips in a thin line while he worked. Nandor wondered why he didn’t let the pink of his lower lip show more often if this is how delicious it looked.
Nandor continued the massage, his hands continuing up along his familiar’s arm. He paused when he got to the wrist extensor muscles of his back upper forearm, spending a little longer on the tense muscle. He then lowered the hand back down as he took the other into his own. Guillermo opened his eyes at that and was immediately met with nandor’s fervent gaze. This time, he couldn’t look away. His master’s stare held him trapped, transfixed.
After completing the same on the other hand and forearm, Nandor ran a hand up Guillermo’s bicep and began massaging his shoulders. He steadily leaned in so his face was almost at Guillermo’s neck. Nandor then tilted his head to the side following the line of his familiar’s neck up. “Is this alright?” He whispered, lips brushing against the sensitive skin behind Guillermo’s ear.
“Dios mío, yes.” The words spilled out of Guillermo’s lips in a gasp, and his eyes closed again as he leaned back.
Nandor then ran his hands down Guillermo’s front like Guillermo had done to him just minutes earlier. He was much taller than Guillermo, so the movement was altogether more successful. On his way back up, he stopped at the top button of his cardigan, positioning his fingers to unbutton it, hesitating. Guillermo nodded, almost imperceptibly, and Nandor continued as if he had never paused, unbuttoning all but the last button, which was just too far to reach. He caressed Guillermo’s front, taking a second for the gentle dip of his waist and continuing up under the sweater.
Nandor continued down again, fidgeting with the buttons of Guillermo’s shirt. He always had a hard time with little pieces and fine movements, but Guillermo was too overwhelmed to notice him taking a little longer to fiddle with each piece of plastic before finally getting it through the hole.
Eventually, his shirt was about half unbuttoned and Nandor finally ran his hands along bare chest as he dipped his face into Guillermo’s neck again, breathing in his scent and occasionally just barely letting his lips graze soft unblemished skin.
Nandor brought his hands back up to Guillermo’s shoulders and then traced along the back of his sides in a way that elicited a shiver across Guillermo’s body. He then snaked his hands across his familiar’s waist to finish the unbuttoning.
As the cool air hit below Guillermo’s navel, Nandor reached in under the open shirt and just barely dipped his hands into the waistline of Guillermo’s pants. He ran his hands around it, Guillermo’s shirt coming untucked along the way.
Guillermo was left gasping and grasping for purchase. His right arm reached up and found Nandor’s shoulder.
Nandor’s hands traced back around to the front of his pantsline. He dipped his thumbs down in and positioned his forefingers to unbutton the final constraint between something they could walk away from and whatever was about to happen. He hesitated, similarly to when he first began unbuttoning the cardigan.
“Please,” Guillermo whined and tightened his grip on Nandor’s shoulder.
The button popped through much easier than those on his shirt, and Nandor reached in with both hands, sliding them between stiff khakis and the thin cotton of Guillermo’s boxers.
Nandor’s hands drifted down before pulling back up and across the v of Guillermo’s hip bone. His fingers lightly traced circles before slowly creeping back to Guillermo’s groin.
With both hands, Nandor pressed into the invitingly warm flesh, massaging. He let his hands drift downward once more, following the curve. Nandor’s fingers rubbed in little circles where Guillermo’s thighs met his groin, and Nandor’s palms continued to grind against the front of his pubic bone.
As Nandor’s fingers drifted closer together, he started to feel a wetness seeping through the cotton.
From the movements, Guillermo’s pants had been slowly drifting lower and lower on his thighs, barely being held up any longer. As Nandor started to press his fingers into the wetness, just barely, Guillermo’s knees buckled and his pants dropped the rest of the way.
Guillermo no longer felt the coolness of the room. He felt warm all over, his skin burning up in a way that felt so good. He tried to shrug out of his shirt and sweater, but he could barely hold his own weight up without leaning against the strong frame behind him.
Nandor reached up and helped Guillermo out of his shirt, leaving the clothes discarded on the floor.
The full intensity of the skin to skin contact as Guillermo pressed his back once again into Nandor’s exposed chest caused Guillermo to gasp at the same time Nandor let out a deep moan.
Nandor played again at Guillermo’s waistband, this time the flimsy elastic the only thing keeping him from full access. After a minute, he let his hands drift down again over the cotton to massage around Guillermo’s groin. Without the restriction of the khakis, he was able to really massage into the area like he had his shoulders earlier.
As Nandor’s hands pressed into the inside of his thighs, Guillermo instinctively opened his legs furthur for better access, his breath coming out hitched and shaky.
Nandor came back to the waistband of Guillermo’s boxers, toying with it for a moment before dipping one hand in the front.
He ran his fingers along Guillermo’s slit, continuing lower the second time and feeling the pool of wetness collecting there. He rubbed into it a second before tracing back up again and finally pressing a finger between the slit and against Guillermo’s dick. Guillermo moaned into his exhale.
Nandor added a second finger to just above Guillermo’s small cock and began to rub in circles. After a few moments, he explored further down, cupping and rubbing against Guillermo’s pussy with his palm. Guillermo’s hips jerked forward, grinding his dick against the heel of Nandor’s palm.
Nandor then wrapped his free hand around Guillermo, pressing him back, simultaneously keeping him from moving like that and further supporting him.
Nandor curled a finger again into the pool of wetness, rubbing at the outside of Guillermo’s hole.
“Master! Please!” Guillermo gasped out in pleasure, his knees feeling weak.
Nandor brought his hand back up and pushed Guillermo’s underwear down, causing it to fall to his ankles with his pants.
“Ah!” Guillermo cried out at the new feeling of circulating air against his wet pussy.
Nandor cupped and rubbed at Guilermo again, drifting his hand all around, but not holding back from rubbing into his slit this time and not being delicate of the way Guillermo’s little dick was getting rubbed with his big strong movements.
Guillermo had never felt so incredible. He couldn’t even feel himself standing on his feet anymore. His entire being was just reduced to the feelings under Nandor’s hand.
Nandor crooked a finger against the entrance to Guillermo’s hole again. He rubbed a circle around it a few times before slowly dipping in and pressing his finger towards his palm, dragging against the rough spot.
Guillermo could no longer stay silent. Every little move Nandor made sent him on a new string of quiet moans and gasps.
Nandor slowly rubbed his finger in and out of Guillermo’s pussy, sometimes stopping to rub around the entrance before going back in.
Once Guillermo had started to loosen up more, he began massaging the whole area again, this time adding in an occasional slipping of his finger into Guillermo’s pussy. Nandor began to gradually speed up, so that every time he dipped into Guillermo, his finger was properly fucking into him.
He then took a moment to focus on fucking Guillermo’s pussy with his one finger for at least ten seconds before slowly adding in a second finger. Guillermo was so tight around his two fingers, he couldn’t even scissor them.
And then Nandor repeated the whole thing, but with two fingers occasionally dipping down and fucking Guillermo open instead of one.
“M-master, I have to, ah! Please, I’m gonna cum.” Guillermo started babbling.
Nandor shifted his arm that was around Guillermo’s waist so his fingers could reach down to Guillermo’s cock while still managing to hold him up, and he jerked it between his thumb and forefinger while with his other hand, he started to deepy fingerfuck into Guillermo unabatedly.
“Guillermo, my Guillermo. So good.” Nandor said in a deep voice, almost a moan.
Guillermo’s whines got louder as his breath came out irregular, just on the edge.
“That’s it. Come for me.”
And at that, Guillermo came apart. He came with a shout and kept coming as Nandor fucked him through his orgasm. He had never come for that long before.
When he was just coming down from it, Guillermo could no longer hold himself up, and Nandor had to more forcefully press him against his body to keep him from falling. Guillermo didn’t know when he started crying, but he only then noticed the wetness in the corners of his eyes and along his cheeks.
Guillermo was breathing too heavily to say anything for a minute, but once he finally regained some breath, all he could say was “wow.”
Nandor had a million thoughts about how beautiful that was and how precious his Guillermo was to him, but he was never a man of words, so all he managed to say was, “Would you like it if we took a bath and I washed you like you wash me sometimes?”
Guillermo nodded, “Yeah, yeah I’d like that.” And he smiled. He smiled because even though his master wasn’t capable of expressing his emotions in words, Guillermo, after attending to his needs and becoming attuned to his master for eleven years, could still hear it in his voice.
And as far as love confessions go for Nandor, that was it if Guillermo ever heard one.