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Another night, Kishiar finds himself admiring his assistant Yuder again.
And thus, without thinking, he finds himself probing Yuder again.
"Are you sure you wouldn't be interested in spending the night together? I'm confident I can make you forget about time."
Yuder's brows furrow at this question appearing again.
"No." He answers, not giving the Commander a look even though he can feel those red eyes on him while he is sorting through the letters and reports of the day. "I don't want to. I don't like it."
"Don't like it?" Kishiar echoes, an odd tone now entering his voice. "Why not?"
"It doesn't matter." Yuder deflects, "I don't want to."
"...But you have done it before?" Kishiar finds himself insisting a little harder than he thought he would for what was intended to be a casual probe. Something grips at his heart at the thought of someone else touching his assistant. His assistant letting someone touch him. Someone doing things to his assistant that he didn't like, but allowed until it was done and then never again.
"...I have." Yuder confirms when he senses that he cannot hide this anymore.
Kishiar barely suppresses a sharp intake of breath. Instead, he forces himself to be casual.
"Then why not try with me? I promise I can give a better time than those you've been with before."
Yuder finally looks up at him from the letters to give him a look.
Kishiar smiles, not understanding what that look meant but happy to finally see his assistant look at him with that beautiful face.
"What don't you like about the previous times?" Kishiar smoothly says instead.
His assistant, who could sometimes be too honest and blunt, furrows his brows as he actually thinks on it and answers. "...The intensity. The lack of control."
Kishiar picks at those words, turns them over and over in his head, before smiling once again.
"Okay, then I have an idea for that so we both can have a good time."
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Moments later, Yuder looks at Kishiar with an odd expression. He had hesitantly but decided to go along with it and follow, but he had never expected this.
Disregarding how the Commander's ability is actually not physical enhancement but something else, even if the Commander tied himself to the bed posts with his ability, isn't this a bit... sacrilege or something for someone of imperial blood to be tied like this on a bed?
But Yuder cannot look away.
His eyes are reluctantly drawn to the sensual, beautiful sight - and Kishiar knows it and smirks as he relaxes on the bed despite his hands tied with cloth above him.
"Much better, right? Are you willing to give in now?"
Yuder is silent, but can't stop looking at the way the long cloth tightly holds down his Commander's wrists so that they are immobile, spread apart. Can't stop looking at how Kishiar looks like he is being offered to him despite how Yuder was the commoner, the one who should be in a lower position, the one who should be ordinarily tied up if someone was to be tied in this position.
"I'll give you the control." Kishiar continues, smiling when Yuder jolts at the words. "You can decide how you want this night to go. I don't mind being used in any way you want. I just want to spend a night with my dear assistant."
The words feel like they pierce Yuder to the core. He just wants to spend a night? Yuder thinks of all the times the Commander of his former life would also want the same, but leave afterwards... Although Kishiar still could, probably able to untie himself the same way he tied himself, it sounded like Kishiar actually wanted to be with him - sleep and wake up together, spend an entire night in each other's presence. Like Kishiar actually did want him for him and his presence, not just to slake an uncontrollable, but momentary lust.
Yuder finds himself finally moving closer, closing the door behind him to actually approach the bed. Entering the bed and slowly moving between Kishiar's legs that easily part when Yuder touches them, Yuder hesitantly but firmly touches between Kishiar's legs when the Commander makes no movement to stop him.
"Even if I want to be the one entering you?" Yuder asks, looking up to Kishiar.
Yuder doesn't know what a sight he makes to Kishiar, how sensual even his eyelashes are when he asks that question, looking so closely at him while cupping his balls.
His touch feels like everything and Kishiar repeats himself, hoping to also seduce Yuder. "Any way you want."
Heat unknowingly flashes through Yuder's eyes before he hesitates again, but pulls off Kishiar's pants.
Kishiar shivers at the feeling, the swift movement and release from the tight fabric, the cold air temporarily chilling his lower body that was heated with desire, but stares raptly at Yuder, wondering what Yuder would do.
Instead of touching the rim of his entrance though, Yuder presses his hand against Kishiar's large cock, something much bigger than Yuder's not so small hand. Realizing what Yuder was going for, Kishiar releases his control over himself and feels his once limp cock fill under Yuder's touch.
"You don't want to be the first one to enter me?" Kishiar asks, half-teases his assistant.
Yuder looks up at him as he grabs Kishiar's cock and strokes it a little hard.
Kishiar is aroused in an instant.
Is he...
"Am I the first one seeing you like this?" Yuder asks instead as his hand moves a little roughly at first before he controls himself to more gentle, pleasant strokes to pleasure the Commander to erection.
But the rough strokes honestly were enough, more than sent tingling desire to Kishiar's soul.
Is his assistant jealous? Kishiar wonders in delight, having thought Yuder wouldn't like him the way Kishiar did, give him more than a night. But now...
Although Kishiar should say the truth, that Yuder was the first one to have any of Kishiar, Kishiar instead just answers the question of if Yuder is the first one to see him tied to a bed and under a lover.
"Yes."
Yuder rewards him with quicker strokes, a thumb rubbing over the slit of his cock, even a kiss which Kishiar barely holds himself back from taking control over to dominate his little vixen and reveal just how much more Kishiar wanted.
But the point of being tied up like this was to give Yuder the control he felt like he wanted.
("...The intensity. The lack of control.") His assistant had said that he didn't like, didn't want to spend a night with him because Yuder thought Kishiar would be like that.
And Kishiar was, felt incredibly intense and uncontrollable around his assistant, but he suppressed himself for Yuder (for him to have more of Yuder).
"There's oil in the first drawer." Kishiar says in between kisses. Although he said he didn't need it, Lady Justin had given it to him along with lady's perfume as a sort of gag gift and tease the last time he visited. Kishiar's now glad he took it. Kishiar wants, needs Yuder on him now. Kishiar is barely holding himself back from thrusting his cock into Yuder's beautiful hand, grinding himself against Yuder's body.
Yuder uses his ability to open the drawer and take out the bottle with wind, never letting go of Kishiar's cock and Kishiar approves as he watches Yuder pull down his own pants with his other hand, exposing Kishiar to the beautiful sight above him.
How Kishiar wants to be Yuder's fingers as Yuder pops open the bottle with wind and stretches himself with a mixture of oil, water, and wind along with his long fingers.
"Don't watch." Yuder says, pinking a little from the intensity of Kishiar's eyes.
"What a shame. I find you so beautiful." Kishiar complains a little, but complies, closing his eyes, imagining Yuder's soft gasps and shudders as he fingers himself open for Kishiar. He's doing it now just centimeters above him. Kishiar's wrists unconsciously strain against the cloth shackles as he longs to touch.
When Kishiar feels Yuder's weight on the bed change a little, his hand on Kishiar's cock angling it in preparation, Kishiar quickly asks, "Can I watch now?"
Although Yuder pauses for a moment, his Swordmaster senses and aura lets him sense Yuder's quiet nod. Yuder also hesitantly says once he remembers Kishiar 'can't' see his nod,
"Yes."
And Kishiar opens his eyes quickly to see Yuder just above him, trails of oil sliding down his toned thighs (like slick, a primal part of him says) making it look like the unscented Awakener is already wet for him.
Kishiar barely holds himself back from thrusting his hips up as each nanosecond it takes for Yuder to lower himself on him feels like an eternity. Kishiar captures each flutter of Yuder's eyes, all of Yuder's expressions and body movements, as Yuder pierces himself on Kishiar's cock, slowly lowering himself down its long size and engorged girth.
His hand finally leaves Kishiar's cock to join his other hand on Kishiar, his fingernails making little crescents on Kishiar's abs as he uses them for support. Kishiar wants to support Yuder with his hands too, hold him and help him, but instead he remains bound to the bed, watching intensely as Yuder uses him as an incredibly large toy.
Kishiar's member trembles inside of Yuder's wet walls and he almost comes right away from the beautiful sight, the intense feeling of being inside his assistant's warm, pulsing walls, but as if knowing, Yuder's fingers dig even more into Kishiar's abs.
"Don't. Not yet." Yuder orders him, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes as he tries to go down another centimeter.
Kishiar holds himself back. Somehow manages to do it as he watches, feels Yuder. Even thinks he feels all of Yuder with how something in him grows, an overwhelming sensation that makes him feel like he is connected to his assistant in more ways than one.
In the end, Kishiar is too large for Yuder despite his assistant's no doubt fine preparation and his assistant makes a frustrated (incredibly seductively so) noise when he is stuck a little more than halfway before he begins rising and then lowering himself on Kishiar, each time a little faster and rougher as if falling into the pleasure of it and desperately wanting to feel more, all of Kishiar in.
Kishiar really doesn't know how he is holding back as he watches Yuder ride him.
What did Yuder mean by 'the intensity, the lack of control' being the things he did not like? It looked like Yuder was already passing that point with no help from Kishiar himself.
And how Kishiar wanted to join him.
When Yuder allows him to, trembling too much from the pleasure of spearing himself on Kishiar and too close to the edge among other things to move again, Kishiar eagerly does so, thrusting up into the assistant who clung so tightly to his shoulders.
Kishiar gets full view of Yuder's tears and expression as they come, an overwhelming sensation accompanying their orgasm and making them feel intimately connected, intensely and uncontrollably so.
But Yuder doesn't seem to mind it after all as he asks for more, even shivers delightfully under Kishiar when he releases Kishiar from the cloth ties and promises.
And the first thing Kishiar does upon being freed to do all that he wished upon Yuder is to kiss him intensely just as he wanted to. Kishiar feels all of Yuder's body up as he intensely kisses him before he begins making do on his original promise to give Yuder such a good time that he would forget about time. And his original promise to give Yuder a better time than he ever had with any other.
Kishiar bites Yuder a bit possessively on the neck, sucking hard on the sensitive place, as he lines himself up to bury himself in Yuder again.
"I promise you won't regret it." He whispers sensually in Yuder's ear, "I'll make sure to give you the best time of your life."