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Free Fiction Friday 5: Intervention Part Four (A Naruto Fanfiction)

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Welcome to week five of http://www.freefictionfriday.com!

 

This week I am completing the M/M/M erotic polyamory story I have been posting the last three weeks (Intervention Part One (A Naruto Fanfiction)Intervention Part Two (A Naruto Fanfiction), and Intervention Part Three (A Naruto Fanfiction)). Do catch up if you missed any parts!

 

I hope you’ve enjoyed the ride.

 

Categories and advisories for this section: M/M/M threesome, polyamory, anal sex, unprotected sex (worth noting this is a fantasy world and I have my own headcanon for how unprotected sex can be a minimal risk for these ninjas, but I didn’t get into it in the story)

 

Potentially new terms: None this time. (Yup, another whole 1,200+ words with no Naruto-specific terms!)

 

Disclaimer: Naruto, the world, and characters, belong to Masashi Kishimoto and I made no profit from the writing or posting of this piece.

 

Please also note I wrote this two and a half years ago, and have greatly improved in my writing skills since. However, I decided to leave it as is for now rather than give it an overhaul. 

 

I’ve included the snippet immediately preceding this part for memory jogging purposes. I hope you enjoy the fourth and final part of Intervention.

 

 

Yamato was the first to take action. He crawled past the others and rested on his elbows and knees perpendicular to the head of the bed. “You prepare me, and we’ll both be on the bed. Kakashi will be standing behind you.”

 

The image made Iruka lose another bit of his sanity, and he gulped, nodding. The fact that Kakashi and Yamato had fantasized about this, had planned it out, made it feel so right.

 

Kakashi climbed off the bed, and Iruka positioned himself behind Yamato, kneeling. He uncapped the lube and applied a liberal amount to two fingers before dropping the bottle to the bed. Looking at Yamato spread open before him, waiting, trusting, made him want to tease, to taste. But even more than that, he longed to be inside the other man, and he knew that his lovers didn’t want to wait. So he held Yamato by the hip with his dry hand and pushed one slick finger into the other man, who hummed in approval. As he worked the lube around, Iruka searched and found that little gland that he knew would bring Yamato more pleasure. He stroked it with his fingertip, and reveled in the sounds that Yamato made in response.

 

“Mmmm, yes,” Yamato hissed. “Another… please…”

 

Iruka complied and added a second finger to stretch Yamato further. It wasn’t long before the man spoke again.

 

“’Ruka… take me.”

 

Iruka grabbed the lube and slicked up his cock before pausing. “What about you?” he asked, turning his head to Kakashi, who had been watching them all the while.

 

“I’ll prepare you when you’re in him,” Kakashi said, sounding as if he were having difficulty holding on to control.

 

Iruka nodded wordlessly, turned back to Yamato, and lined himself up. Yamato’s head was turned and he was looking into Iruka’s eyes as Iruka pushed into him slowly. Both men groaned and Iruka was nearly dizzy with just how tight and hot Yamato was. He curled over Yamato’s back, bracing himself on the bed with his arms. He wanted to thrust hard and fast, but was interrupted by Kakashi.

 

“You two are gorgeous like that. Stay there, for just a moment… and I’ll join you.”

 

Iruka whimpered and bit his lip. The tone in Kakashi’s voice was so erotic, and he wanted to be filled with Kakashi’s cock now, not in “just a moment”. To distract himself from that, and the desire to move, he lifted a hand from the bed to pinch and tease one of Yamato’s nipples. It hardened almost immediately and Yamato moaned.

 

It was then that Kakashi pushed a lubed finger into Iruka’s entrance. Iruka’s breath faltered briefly, and a second finger soon joined the first. Both brushed over his prostate in a tease that made Iruka moan, before withdrawing. He heard the sound of Kakashi coating his own cock with lube, and then felt the head against his entrance. A strangled sound that Iruka had never heard himself make escaped him as Kakashi buried himself fully in Iruka.

 

“Oh gods,” Iruka gasped. This was like nothing he had ever felt. He had topped, he had bottomed, but never both at once, and never, never, had he imagined just how good it could be. Or how perfect, how right it would feel to be between the two men he loved.

 

“Yeah,” Kakashi said, sounding a bit breathless.

 

“Can we move now?” Yamato asked, sounding impatient and needy.

 

“Yes, please,” Iruka said. He was trapped between them and couldn’t move without Kakashi doing something first.

 

Kakashi let out a laugh filled with mirth. “Sorry. You just feel so good… was savoring it.” With that, he wiped his wet hand on the sheet, and gripped Iruka by the hips, pulling him out of Yamato slightly. Kakashi drew back from out of Iruka too, and then thrust forward hard, driving Iruka deeper back into Yamato.

 

“Fuck,” Iruka and Yamato said in unison, then all three men laughed. Iruka was simply delighted. His cock and ass felt amazing, but the affection, need, and happiness that filled the room just amplified every sensation.

 

Kakashi set the pace, repeating what he had done before, slowly, achingly slowly. At first all Iruka could do was enjoy the feel of both men, but soon he needed more.

 

“Faster, ’Kashi,” he groaned. “Not going to break.”

 

“Me neither,” Yamato agreed.

 

Kakashi growled and complied, picking up the pace and the force behind his thrusts. Soon, all three men were breathing hard and letting out moans and groans of pleasure. Iruka was clinging to tattered threads of his sanity as he was filled, his prostate rubbed against by Kakashi’s cock, and his own cock enveloped in Yamato’s tight ass. He was already dangerously close to his limit, overwhelmed by sensation. Iruka put more weight on his left hand and wrapped his right around Yamato’s cock, stroking in time with the rhythm that Kakashi had set.

 

“Shit,” Yamato hissed. “Won’t last…”

 

“Don’t need to,” Iruka gasped. “Want to come… want you both to come with me.”

 

“’Ruka,” Kakashi said, arousal and tenderness in his voice. He sped up even more. “Come for us.”

 

And soon, Iruka was right there, so close, teetering at the edge. His hand faltered on Yamato’s cock as his orgasm tore through him. “’Kashi! ’Mato! FUCK!” His hips jerked of their own accord with the successive spurts of his release as he emptied himself into Yamato, and trembled with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

 

Yamato’s cock pulsed in Iruka’s loosened grip as he also came with a cry. Moments later, Iruka felt the hands on his hips tighten and Kakashi pulsed inside of him, grunting.

 

They collapsed in a heap, breathing ragged. Kakashi soon pulled out of Iruka and flopped onto his back, legs dangling over the edge of the bed. Iruka pulled out of Yamato and lay next to Kakashi, and Yamato rolled to lie next to them both.

 

And they just stayed there, not speaking for several minutes, Iruka between his lovers.

 

His lovers.

 

He had just had sex with Yamato and Kakashi. Who just earlier that evening had said that they liked him and wanted to be with him. And now… they were lovers. Weren’t they?

 

“Bed’s too small for the three of us to lay properly,” Kakashi mused, interrupting Iruka’s thoughts. He turned onto his side to face the other two, head propped up on his hand.

 

“I can grow us all new ones. We’ll need them” Yamato replied, mirroring Kakashi’s movements, and stroked Iruka’s hair. “That is, if that’s what you want, Iruka.”

 

Iruka grinned, uncertainty easing. “Hell yes,” he said.

Kakashi and Yamato both beamed, and Iruka’s smile widened. He grabbed each man by the back of the neck and kissed first Yamato, then Kakashi. Then Kakashi and Yamato shared their own kiss, with Iruka watching. He let out a happy sigh.

 

“This is really real, isn’t it?” Iruka asked. “Here I was expecting to be left alone tonight, mourning the fact that the two men I love are with each other rather than with me. But… I really get to have both of you. We all get to have each other.” He smiled.

 

Kakashi and Yamato exchanged a look, one of what seemed to be surprise and delight. At first, Iruka couldn’t tell why they looked quite so amazed, but then he realized what he had said.

He had said that he loved them.

 

Iruka wanted to crawl under the sheets and hide. It was far too soon for confessions of love, and he feared that he had made a horrible mistake.

 

But then Kakashi stroked Iruka’s cheek, and pressed a kiss to his temple. “Love you too, ’Ruka,” he said.

 

“Love you too,” Yamato echoed, toying with Iruka’s hair once more. “So happy to hear you say that.”

 

“Ohthankgoodness,” Iruka said in relief. “Yes. I love you both.” He paused, smiling. “Well. Glad that’s all out in the open, then.”

 

“Speaking of out in the open,” Kakashi said, “I believe you said something earlier about going public about our relationship? I know you were referring to Yamato and myself, but, well, the situation has changed.” He gave both of his lovers a winning smile.

 

Yamato nodded. “I’d be up for that.”

 

“Me too,” Iruka said, then wrinkled his nose. “After a shower. I’d rather we came out not smelling of sex with that ‘just fucked’ look.”

 

“But it’d be the truth,” Kakashi said playfully.

 

Iruka and Yamato laughed.

 

“Shower first,” Iruka insisted, and rose shakily to his feet. “It’ll be cramped, but I’m sure we can manage.” He reached out for his lovers, and warm hands gripped each of his before Kakashi and Yamato stood.

 

By the end of their shower, which was much longer than anticipated, the water had run cold. But none of the three lovers minded, having all been sated once more before they dressed and made the trek to the bar to announce their relationship.

The End

I hope you enjoyed Intervention! I had a lot of fun writing this story, and sharing it with you. Please comment if you’re so inclined. I love feedback! Check back next week for a different story.

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Free Fiction Friday 4: Intervention Part Three (A Naruto Fanfiction)

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Welcome to week four of http://www.freefictionfriday.com!

 

This week I am continuing the M/M/M polyamory story I posted the last two weeks (Intervention Part One (A Naruto Fanfiction) and Intervention Part Two (A Naruto Fanfiction)). Do catch up if you missed one or both parts!

 

This is part Three. There will be one more part after this, then we’ll leave the men to their happiness.

 

Categories and advisories for this section: M/M/M threesome, polyamory, oral sex, anal fingering, rimming, unprotected sex (worth noting this is a fantasy world and I have my own headcanon for how unprotected sex can be a minimal risk for these ninjas, but I didn’t get into it in the story)

 

Potentially new terms: None this time. (A whole 1,200 words with no Naruto-specific terms? Gasp!)

 

Disclaimer: Naruto, the world, and characters, belong to Masashi Kishimoto and I made no profit from the writing or posting of this piece.

 

Please also note I wrote this two and a half years ago, and have greatly improved in my writing skills since. However, I decided to leave it as is for now rather than give it an overhaul. 

 

I’ve included the snippet immediately preceding this part for memory jogging purposes. I hope you enjoy Part Three of Intervention.

 

Iruka was able to scrabble together enough brain cells to recognize that if they kept going on like this for much longer, he would lose it right there. But he didn’t want to come just from this. They hadn’t even made it to the bed, and he wanted to make Yamato and Kakashi feel just as good as they were making him feel. So, despite how much he was enjoying the current assault, Iruka released Kakashi’s hair and managed to say, “Please… stop…”

 

Yamato’s lips left his neck, but Iruka still felt the breath hot against his saliva-slicked skin. Kakashi pulled back, releasing Iruka’s erection with a slick pop. A thin strand of saliva joined his mouth and Iruka’s cock, and broke when Kakashi sat back on his heels. He wiped his mouth with the back of the hand that had been playing with Iruka’s balls, and looked up at Iruka quizzically, the heat of arousal and want still in his eyes.

 

“Don’t want to stop everything,” Iruka explained. “Just… want to make you both feel good too. Lie down?” he said, more of a question than a command, gesturing to the bed.

 

Yamato squeezed Iruka’s hip once more before releasing it, and was the first to lie on his back on the bed. Iruka wondered for a fleeting moment whether they would all fit, when Kakashi lay down next to Yamato. Before joining them, Iruka couldn’t help but look from one to the other, not sure who he wanted to direct his attentions to first. He hadn’t thought through the logistics of this. Iruka didn’t want to make either man feel left out. He just didn’t want to get this wrong, didn’t want to disappoint either of them.

 

“Are you going to join us? Or did you want us to get started without you?” Kakashi asked playfully.

 

When Iruka gulped and didn’t respond right away, Kakashi rolled toward Yamato and cupped his lover’s face with his hands, kissing him deeply. Yamato responded enthusiastically, stroking his hand down Kakashi’s side.

 

That sight alone was enough to make Iruka’s cock jump and stir him into action. He got up onto the foot of the bed, and Kakashi rolled onto his back once more, watching him.

 

“How do you want us?” Yamato asked softly.

 

Iruka pondered for a moment. “Like that is fine. I want to suck you both.” Warmth flooded his body at merely stating what he desired, and he crawled forward to settle between Yamato’s spread legs.

 

Without preamble, Iruka took Yamato’s cock into his mouth. He heard a sharp intake of breath from the other man when he first swirled his tongue around the head, then lapped at the slit. While he was sucking and licking, Iruka looked up into Yamato’s eyes, which were heated with arousal. Yamato reached down to stroke his hair, and Iruka groaned happily around the cock filling his mouth.

 

Iruka hadn’t been focusing on Kakashi during this time, figuring that the other man would get involved however he pleased, if he wanted to do more than watch. And Iruka had been right. He felt rather than saw Kakashi crawl behind him. He was unsure what Kakashi had in mind, but decided to trust and continue what he was doing to Yamato, who was making delightful noises in response to Iruka’s attention to his cock.

 

Iruka felt Kakashi’s hands skim over his ass, heard a whisper of “beautiful”, and then his cheeks were spread by strong hands. Iruka almost jolted up off of Yamato’s cock when he felt something slick and hot gliding over his asshole.

 

Kakashi’s tongue.

 

Iruka shuddered as that talented muscle circled, flicked and pressed, and he moaned around the cock that was still in his mouth. Determined to not let Kakashi drive him insane, he relaxed his throat and took in more of Yamato’s length, until his nose was buried in dark curls.

 

“Fuck, ’Ruka,” Yamato hissed, hands tightening in Iruka’s hair.

 

Iruka drew back enough so that he could suck hard at the head of Yamato’s cock, then slid his mouth down the whole shaft once more. He groaned the next time he drew up, because Kakashi’s tongue pushed into him, and began thrusting in and out slowly. Kakashi’s hands squeezed Iruka’s buttocks as he fucked Iruka with his mouth, and it was all Iruka could do to keep from grabbing his own cock. Arousal coursed through Iruka’s veins and he wanted desperately to get off, but even more, he wanted to please the two gorgeous, amazing men who were in his bed.

 

“Stop, don’t want to come yet…” Yamato said huskily after only a few more moments.

 

In synch, Kakashi’s tongue withdrew, and Yamato released Iruka’s hair. Iruka pulled off, staring once more into Yamato’s almond-shaped eyes, and the man stroked his cheek, breathing hard. Yamato sat up and pulled Iruka into a kiss, and he closed his eyes, simply letting himself get lost in the taste, the feel of Yamato.

 

When their lips parted, Iruka realized that Kakashi was kneeling beside them, watching them. Iruka turned to kiss Kakashi, and the other man twined his tongue with Iruka’s. Iruka melted into the other man, reveling in his taste, which was so different from Yamato’s, and yet was equally appealing. When they separated, Iruka took a few moments to look into Kakashi’s mismatched eyes, before remembering what he wanted to do. Iruka started to push Kakashi onto his back.

 

Kakashi, however, had other plans. “No more,” he said. “Want you too much.”

 

“But I want to taste you too,” Iruka said, then dove for Kakashi’s cock, getting in one swipe of his tongue over the head, licking off a dot of precome.

 

Kakashi groaned and pushed Iruka back. “Next time,” he said. “But now… I want more.”

 

Iruka couldn’t bring himself to argue. Yes, he wanted to have Kakashi under him, in his mouth, but he also wanted more. His cock was demanding attention, and his ass was longing to be filled. “How do you want to…” He trailed off, looking back and forth between Kakashi and Yamato. The two were exchanging a look, and seemed to be communicating wordlessly.

 

“We… did have an idea,” Kakashi said.

 

Iruka raised an eyebrow. “Just now?”

 

The other two both laughed. “No,” Kakashi said. “We’ve… well, we’ve talked about being with you. And about one thing that we’d like to do.”

 

“Quit stalling and just tell me,” Iruka said impatiently. “You’re the one who seemed to be in a hurry.”

 

Kakashi’s eyes seemed to sparkle. “We were thinking about enjoying an Iruka sandwich. Me in you, you in Yamato. That is, if you’re up for it.”

 

If Iruka hadn’t been so hard already, just those words would have given him an instant erection. The thought of being sandwiched between the two men he loved, taking and being taken, was so arousing that he let out a small whimper of need rather than a full fledged response.

 

Kakashi looked at Yamato, grinning. “I think he likes the idea.”

 

“I think so too,” Yamato said with a laugh.

 

“Um. Yes,” Iruka managed, and scrambled to his bedside table to retrieve a bottle of lube. Then he paused, wondering about the mechanics, and how they could do this without crushing each other. “How do we…”

 

Yamato was the first to take action. He crawled past the others and rested on his elbows and knees perpendicular to the head of the bed. “You prepare me, and we’ll both be on the bed. Kakashi will be standing behind you.”

 

The image made Iruka lose another bit of his sanity, and he gulped, nodding. The fact that Kakashi and Yamato had fantasized about this, had planned it out, made it feel so right.

 

Kakashi climbed off the bed, and Iruka positioned himself behind Yamato, kneeling. He uncapped the lube and applied a liberal amount to two fingers before dropping the bottle to the bed. Looking at Yamato spread open before him, waiting, trusting, made him want to tease, to taste. But even more than that, he longed to be inside the other man, and he knew that his lovers didn’t want to wait. So he held Yamato by the hip with his dry hand and pushed one slick finger into the other man, who hummed in approval. As he worked the lube around, Iruka searched and found that little gland that he knew would bring Yamato more pleasure. He stroked it with his fingertip, and reveled in the sounds that Yamato made in response.

 

“Mmmm, yes,” Yamato hissed. “Another… please…”

 

Iruka complied and added a second finger to stretch Yamato further. It wasn’t long before the man spoke again.

 

“’Ruka… take me.”



To be Concluded…

I hope you enjoyed this part of Intervention! I know, leaving off here is such a tease. What can I say, I can be a wee bit sadistic at times. Don’t worry though; I will be posting the final part next Friday. Leave a comment if you’d like. I greatly appreciate feedback!

 

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Free Fiction Friday 3: Intervention Part Two (A Naruto Fanfiction)

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Welcome to week three of http://www.freefictionfriday.com!

This week I am continuing the M/M/M polyamory story I posted last week (Intervention Part One (A Naruto Fanfiction)). If you haven’t read last week’s post yet, go ahead and click that link to see if you’re interested in reading, and start with that part!

This is part Two. There will be one or more parts, depending on if I decide to split the last 2,500 words.

Categories and advisories for this section: M/M/M makeouts, M/M/M threesome, polyamory, oral sex, unprotected oral sex (worth noting this is a fantasy world and I have my own headcanon for how unprotected sex can be a minimal risk for these ninjas, but I didn’t get into it in the story)

Potentially new terms: hitai-ate is the headband that ninja wear to protect their foreheads and show the symbol of allegiance to their village. 

Disclaimer: Naruto, the world, and characters, belong to Masashi Kishimoto and I made no profit from the writing or posting of this piece.

Please also note I wrote this two and a half years ago, and have greatly improved in my writing skills since. However, I decided to leave it as is for now rather than give it an overhaul. 

I’ve included the part immediately preceding Part Two for memory jogging purposes. I hope you enjoy this second part of Intervention.

“We like you, Iruka.” Kakashi said simply.

 

It was Iruka’s turn to choke on his drink, and after a short coughing fit, his eyes flitted between Kakashi and Yamato. There was no mistaking what Kakashi had said, but Iruka still couldn’t help but ask, “What?”

 

Yamato nodded. “It’s true. We like you, and we have been trying to figure out how you felt about each of us…” he cleared his throat. “We want to be with you, we just didn’t know how to approach you about it.”

 

“It’s not like it’s common for a couple to ask someone else to join them,” Kakashi added. “We didn’t want to make it seem like we were just picking you up, that you were easy or anything. That’s why we haven’t told anyone yet. We were… hoping you would want to be with us, and then we could go public all at once, together.”

 

Iruka was rendered speechless for a few moments, his mind reeling with the idea. Both Kakashi and Yamato looked at him with concern before he was finally able to speak. All that he managed to croak out was, “Seriously?”

“Yes,” the other two men said in unison.

 

“Well… wow,” Iruka said. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it. This felt like a dream, like his deepest fantasy being fulfilled… when he didn’t wake up, he realized that yes, it was real. This was truly happening.

 

“Wow. Um. Sorry. Just trying to wrap my head around this. I don’t know what I expected when I invited you here but it certainly wasn’t this.”

 

Then he realized that he hadn’t told the other men how he felt about them. He wasn’t ready to make a full blown confession of love, but he did want to tell them something of how he felt.

 

“I… I like you too. Both of you,” he clarified, looking back and forth between the two men and smiling. “I have for a long time. I just… once I realized it, I thought it was too late because I thought you were together.” He reached across the table and took one of Yamato and Kakashi’s hands each in his own. This was amazing. The two men who he was in love with cared about him too, and wanted to be with him.

 

Kakashi’s single visible eye lit up, and Yamato beamed. They gripped his hands tightly, and the three sat in silence for a few moments, just grinning at each other.

 

“So, would you like to go on a date with us, then?” Yamato asked.

 

“I’d really like that,” Iruka said, then paused. As much as he wanted to go out with the two men of his dreams, there was something that he wanted just as much, if not more. Something that he had fantasized about for ages. He had been waiting too long for this, so he took the plunge.

 

Iruka stood up, leaned forward, and planted a kiss firmly on Yamato’s lips. He only lingered there long enough to suck the bottom lip into his mouth and nibble at it, earning himself a surprised but pleased moan from Yamato. Then he pulled back, and pressed his mouth against Kakashi’s, which was covered by the ever-present mask. Iruka grumbled at the lack of skin on skin contact, and threw caution to the winds, pulling down the mask and claiming Kakashi’s lips with his own once more. A few seconds later, he felt a second pair of lips on his neck – Yamato’s. That, along with the eagerness with which Kakashi was returning his kiss, made Iruka realize that no, he hadn’t been too bold, and solidified the fact that yes, both of these men wanted him.

 

Iruka couldn’t have said how long they spent leaning over the table, taking turns in exchanging insanely arousing kisses and nibbles to necks. But there came a point where his back was aching from the position, and cock was straining in his pants, begging for attention, so he finally pulled back. He stood up straight, licked his lips, and caught his breath.

 

“About that date…” he said, then grinned. “Want to hold off on it for a bit and go to the bedroom first?”

 

Yamato’s eyes widened and Kakashi smiled, giving Iruka a chance to actually get a good look at the man’s stunningly handsome face for the first time.

 

“Sounds good,” Kakashi said, and Yamato nodded.

 

Iruka was grinning from ear to ear and he released their hands, walked around the table, grabbed each man by the hand again, and led them to his bedroom. This was real, he told himself. He was about to have sex with Kakashi and Yamato. How exactly the mechanics would work, he wasn’t quite sure… all Iruka knew was that he wanted them… and they wanted him.

 

The moment the three men entered the bedroom, Iruka turned and grabbed both Kakashi and Yamato by the collars of their flak jackets, finding the zipper pulls and attempting to undress both men at once. He made a frustrated noise when it proved difficult, and Kakashi laughed.

 

“Didn’t expect you to be so eager right away,” Kakashi said, and gently removed Iruka’s hand from his jacket, divesting himself of the offending item of clothing. He pulled off his shirt, mask, and hitai-ate and let them fall to the floor.

 

Iruka’s eyes swept up and down Kakashi’s torso, toned, pale, and marred by the occasional scar, and licked his lips, before finding words. “I told you. I like you both. And you like me. So why wait? Now take off your pants.” His words were met with another laugh from Kakashi but no protest from either of the other two men.

 

Iruka unceremoniously pulled off his own jacket, hitai-ate, and shirt, before looking over at Yamato, who had already done the same. Iruka nearly groaned when he saw that Yamato, like Kakashi, was as gorgeous without a shirt as he had imagined.

 

And then the pants came off. Forgetting for the moment that he was still hard and trapped in his own pants, Iruka couldn’t help but look from Yamato to Kakashi and then back again. He had to swallow hard to keep from drooling when he got a good eyeful of the other men’s cocks, both standing at attention and looking utterly delectable. Yamato’s was a bit thicker, and Kakashi’s a bit longer, and Iruka thought that both were perfect.

 

Realizing that he had been staring rather than removing the remainder of his own clothes, Iruka laughed at himself and shucked his pants.

 

And then he stood there, hard, horny, and yet not sure what to do next. There were so many options from his fantasies that he could have chosen from, and yet his mind had ground to a halt.

 

The other men came to the rescue, Kakashi closing the distance between himself and Iruka, and Yamato pressing himself flush against Iruka’s back, holding him by the hips. Kakashi’s lips met Iruka’s, and his hand played over Iruka’s chest and abs. Yamato kissed the back of Iruka’s neck, and the man in the middle moaned into Kakashi’s mouth at the feel of Kakashi’s cock hard against his own, and Yamato’s pressing at the cleft of his ass.

 

“Can I take this out?” Yamato asked quietly, touching Iruka’s hair band.

 

“Yeah,” Iruka said in a gasp, as Kakashi had chosen that moment to pull his mouth off of Iruka’s to suck one nipple into his mouth.

 

Yamato gently removed the hair band, freeing Iruka’s chocolate locks. He ran his fingers through the thick hair and nuzzled behind Iruka’s ear. “Smells good,” Yamato said, and dropped another kiss just where Iruka’s jaw line began. Iruka let out a pleased hum, and then suddenly his front side suddenly felt cool, bereft of the warmth coming from Kakashi. He looked down.

 

Kakashi had dropped to his knees and his mismatched eyes locked on Iruka’s. Iruka sucked in a breath when the man wrapped his lips around the head of Iruka’s cock, swirled his tongue around the tip, and then sucked. A surge of pleasure went straight through Iruka, and he fisted his hands in Kakashi’s hair, needing to hold on to something to keep his sanity. Kakashi let out a pleased hum, taking more of Iruka’s length into his mouth. Iruka could barely restrain himself from thrusting into that wet heat, and Yamato, probably realizing this, held Iruka’s hips tighter while continuing to suck and nibble at his neck. And so Iruka was trapped between the two men who were intent on making him feel amazing. Kakashi added his hand to the mix, rolling Iruka’s balls between his fingers, making the other man groan. Yamato released one of Iruka’s hips and began toying with a pert nipple, and Iruka found himself gasping for air, his head lolling back onto Yamato’s shoulder. He was getting lost in the feel of what these two men were doing to him. Kakashi’s talented mouth working over his cock, combined with Yamato’s lips, teeth and tongue, and both men’s hands, were driving him wild and he was turning into a being of pure need.

 

Iruka was able to scrabble together enough brain cells to recognize that if they kept going on like this for much longer, he would lose it right there. But he didn’t want to come just from this. They hadn’t even made it to the bed, and he wanted to make Yamato and Kakashi feel just as good as they were making him feel. So, despite how much he was enjoying the current assault, Iruka released Kakashi’s hair and managed to say, “Please… stop…”

 

Yamato’s lips left his neck, but Iruka still felt the breath hot against his saliva-slicked skin. Kakashi pulled back, releasing Iruka’s erection with a slick pop. A thin strand of saliva joined his mouth and Iruka’s cock, and broke when Kakashi sat back on his heels. He wiped his mouth with the back of the hand that had been playing with Iruka’s balls, and looked up at Iruka quizzically, the heat of arousal and want still in his eyes.

 

“Don’t want to stop everything,” Iruka explained. “Just… want to make you both feel good too. Lie down?” he said, more of a question than a command, gesturing to the bed.

To be Continued…

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Free Fiction Friday 2: Intervention Part One (A Naruto Fanfiction)

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Welcome to my second week of posting for http://www.freefictionfriday.com!

This week I am sharing the first part of a piece of fanfiction I wrote several years ago. The whole story is a bit over 5,000 words. I will continue the story over the next several weeks. It is set in the Naruto manga/anime universe and features Iruka (http://naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Iruka_Umino), Kakashi (http://naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Kakashi_Hatake), and Yamato (http://naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Yamato). Yup, it’s a polyamorous romance. This piece contains no real plot spoilers for the series, and can be understood without knowing anything about the series.

Categories and advisories: for this section, all you need to know is that the story features gay men, some of whom are in relationships with each other, and some of whom are open to the idea of polyamory.

Potentially unfamiliar terms: Jounin is the rank of ninja that Yamato and Kakashi are, while Iruka and several briefly mentioned characters are chuunin, the rank below.

Disclaimer: Naruto, the world, and characters, belong to Masashi Kishimoto and I made no profit from the writing or posting of this piece.

 

Please also note I wrote this two and a half years ago, and have greatly improved in my writing skills since. However, I decided to leave it as is for now rather than give it an overhaul.

 

Without further ado, here is the first part of Intervention.

Iruka had a problem.

 

Well, technically, he had two problems. Said problems were named Kakashi and Yamato.

 

He had no personal quarrel with either man. They got along well, and chatted at the bar sometimes. He enjoyed both of their company.

 

Nor did Iruka have any professional issues with either of the jounin. Yamato’s reports were always pristine, and Kakashi’s had actually improved significantly over the past few weeks. Kakashi had even been turning reports on time, for once.

 

No, the problem was that Iruka was desperately in love with not just one, but both of the other two men.

 

It had taken him years to realize how deep his attraction to Kakashi ran, and soon after, Yamato had entered the scene. Iruka quickly found himself fascinated by Yamato, and had developed a crush on him as well, which soon became much more. He finally had to resign himself to the fact that yes, he was in love with Yamato as well as Kakashi.

 

And of course, it just had to be that, by the time Iruka had admitted this to himself, neither of the other men were single anymore. In fact, Yamato and Kakashi were in a relationship with each other, or so Iruka was nearly convinced.

 

The pair had not come out publicly as a couple, but the signs were there. Working in the missions office, at the seat of the rumor mill, Iruka had to suffer through mutterings about Yamato and Kakashi. The other ninja talked about how close the two had been seated at lunch, or how easily they had been laughing together, leaning into each other, after returning home from a successful mission. The two men weren’t kissing or holding hands in public, but they were definitely acting more than just teammates. In fact, Kakashi and Yamato were behaving similarly to the way Izumo and Kotetsu had been right before the two chuunin announced their relationship on a particularly crowded night in the bar. Said announcement had come in the form of a seemingly sudden passionate kiss between the two, which had been met with hoots, hollers, and applause by the patrons. A few people had grumbled at having lost their wagers in the betting pool, having been convinced that Kotetsu and Izumo were best friends, teammates, and nothing more. Iruka had been smiling then, but he would not have been able to react the same way if the two had been Kakashi and Yamato.

 

And it could be Kakashi and Yamato any day now. The thought made his chest tighten uncomfortably. Of course, over the last few weeks, a betting pool had been going for how long the two would take to go public. Iruka hadn’t made a wager; it would have been too painful. But he needed to know for sure whether Kakashi and Yamato were together, so that if they were, he could get over them. He was being realistic; there was no use pining over someone who was taken. If they were indeed together, he would just have to deal with it and move on. If they were to go public and be more affectionate in front of others, it would at least provide for more eye candy for Iruka, if he couldn’t have either of them. He was a practical man. But he couldn’t take this uncertainty any longer.

 

It was time for an intervention.

 

Naruto’s birthday provided the perfect opportunity. The blond was happy to accept Iruka’s offer to treat him to ramen, as usual. What was different this time, however, was that Iruka invited Kakashi and Yamato to join them in the birthday celebration. Both men had accepted, and dinner was spent mostly with Naruto babbling excitedly about his date with Sakura earlier in the day. When the meal was over, and Naruto had waved goodbye, Iruka steeled his nerves and asked Yamato and Kakashi if they would like to come over to his apartment for drinks.

 

He didn’t know what he’d been expecting. But there was something about the way how each of them agreed readily which made Iruka feel confident. He could do this.

 

Soon they were sitting down at Iruka’s kitchen table, drinking sake. There had been a lull in the conversation, so Iruka put down his cup and took a deep breath. He met the eyes of each of the other two in turn before speaking.

 

“I suggest you either confirm or deny the rumor that you two are together,” he said matter-of-factly, his tone not betraying his nervousness.

 

Kakashi choked on his drink, and put his cup down. Yamato pounded Kakashi on the back, and Iruka noticed a blush creeping up Yamato’s cheeks.

 

When Kakashi stopped coughing, he and Yamato shared a look.

 

“Well, I suppose now is as good a time as ever to tell him,” Kakashi said with a small laugh.

 

Yamato nodded, and then looked back to Iruka with a smile.

 

“Yes, we’re together.” Kakashi said.

 

Iruka’s heart sank in disappointment. He had still been holding on to a shred of hope that everyone had been wrong, that Kakashi and Yamato were just teammates and friends. But now that both men were in his apartment, and Kakashi had admitted it, Iruka had to face reality. And he would be strong.

 

Iruka cleared his throat, looked at each man in turn, and smiled, though it barely reached his voice. “Well then. Best wishes to you both. You should go public though, everyone is -”

 

It was Yamato who cut Iruka off. “Wait,” he said. “That’s not everything.”

 

Iruka looked at Yamato in confusion. How could there be more to it than the fact that the two men were together? That was simple enough.

 

The lovers exchanged another meaningful look.

 

“We’ve been waiting to tell everyone because of you,” Kakashi said.

 

Iruka blinked, confused. “Me? What do I have to do with it?” He nervously picked up his cup and sipped at his sake.

 

A blush darkened Yamato’s cheeks once more, and he looked over at Kakashi as if urging the other man to continue.


“We like you, Iruka.” Kakashi said simply.

It was Iruka’s turn to choke on his drink, and after a short coughing fit, his eyes flitted between Kakashi and Yamato. There was no mistaking what Kakashi had said, but Iruka still couldn’t help but ask, “What?”

Yamato nodded. “It’s true. We like you, and we have been trying to figure out how you felt about each of us…” he cleared his throat. “We want to be with you, we just didn’t know how to approach you about it.”

 

“It’s not like it’s common for a couple to ask someone else to join them,” Kakashi added. “We didn’t want to make it seem like we were just picking you up, that you were easy or anything. That’s why we haven’t told anyone yet. We were… hoping you would want to be with us, and then we could go public all at once, together.”

Iruka was rendered speechless for a few moments, his mind reeling with the idea. Both Kakashi and Yamato looked at him with concern before he was finally able to speak. All that he managed to croak out was, “Seriously?”

To be continued…

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Free Fiction Friday 1: Satin and Senbon (A Naruto Fanfiction)

free fiction friday fbWelcome to my first post for http://www.freefictionfriday.com! Today I’ll be sharing a piece of fanfiction for the anime/manga Naruto that I wrote a few years ago. It’s a short introspective piece on why http://naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Haku_(Naruto) dresses in feminine clothing, and also features http://naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Zabuza_Momochi. It is ambiguous in the original series whether the two are lovers, but I like to think they are. This piece contains no real plot spoilers for the series, and can be understood without knowing the series.

 

Naruto, the world, and characters, belong to Masashi Kishimoto and I made no profit from the writing or posting of this piece.

 

Categories and advisories for this particular piece: mentions of teenage sex, M/M, crossdressing, relationship with a 10 year age difference between partners, slight violence.

 

Potentially unfamiliar terms: shinobi is the word for ninjas, a jutsu is a martial arts technique, and senbon are weapons (long needles designed to be thrown at an opponent and hit particular areas/pressure points – think acupuncture).

 

If you like listening to stories, you can stream or download a recording I made of this a few years ago.
http://www.mediafire.com/listen/m51coth5i767b19/satin_and_senbon_(ZabuXHaku).mp3.

 

And now, I bring you Satin and Senbon.

 

Haku had always gravitated toward feminine clothing. As a young boy, he didn’t think about it; he just picked out what was comfortable and pretty. When Zabuza first took him to replace the rags Haku was wearing, the boy chose clothing from the girls’ section of the store. Zabuza bought the clothes for him without comment.

 

As he grew older and learned more about gender roles, Haku realized that his preferences for women’s clothes, painted nails, and wearing his hair long and often styled were not common. If he were a civilian, he would probably be made fun of by villagers for his choices of dress. But as a skilled shinobi, he was usually taken seriously due to how quickly he proved his worth and the fact that he worked with Zabuza. He could still fight and move in skirts and kimonos more gracefully and quickly than his opponents, and that was what mattered. Who cared that the boy who was skilled with senbon and ice jutsu wore silk and satin, if he could get the job done?

 

With Haku’s slight frame, doe-like eyes, and delicate features, coupled with his feminine clothes, he was often mistaken for a young woman. This didn’t bother him; he actually enjoyed it sometimes. He noticed more than a few men giving him appreciative glances when he traveled through villages. Of course, he had eyes for no one but Zabuza, but Haku did like that other men found him attractive, even if they didn’t know his sex. Being seen as a girl also made it a little less odd for Zabuza and Haku to be seen together so frequently, and to share a room at night. Granted, the age difference between them probably raised a few eyebrows, but no one dared speak ill of them. Even if they didn’t know that Haku and Zabuza were shinobi, the common folk recognized that Zabuza was not someone to be trifled with.

 

When he was not fighting, wearing women’s clothes made Haku feel like he was someone to be cherished. Despite the fact that Zabuza saw Haku as his weapon, Haku liked to think that the older man was his protector. Zabuza had saved him from a miserable life on the street, where he likely would have died, and he was forever grateful. Over the years, he had honed himself as a weapon for the older man, and would gladly sacrifice his life if it meant he could serve Zabuza. But when the two were alone together, not in the heat of battle, things were different. Zabuza removed the layers of kimono, shirt, skirt, leggings, and panties, dropping kisses along skin as he exposed it. He was gentle with Haku; the hands that were usually used for killing instead were used to caress, and the mouth that generally snarled and spouted cocky, rude remarks was instead used to kiss, lick, and suck, driving Haku toward ecstasy. When they made love – that’s how Haku thought of it anyway, though Zabuza would laugh if Haku called it that – Haku felt cherished, needed, and loved. He had wondered for a while if Zabuza had wished Haku were a woman instead, but he had never asked.

 

And now, somehow, Haku knew that Zabuza liked him the way he was. Feminine but powerful. Delicate but deadly. Wearing satin and wielding senbon.

 

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BDSM Blog Hop Post 2 – Sensation Play Short Story

Welcome to my second post for the BDSM Blog Hop! I wasn’t planning to write more than one, but I had the urge to write about one of my favorite aspects of kink – sensation play, which can involve all types of sensations (hot, cold, silky, rough, etc). And that made it the perfect time to write a piece of fanfiction I promised Grace R. Duncan I would write to celebrate the release of her first novel… over a year ago. Yes, this has been a long time coming.

 

Now, those of you who have read my previous posts may be thinking, “what is this, the unofficial Grace R. Duncan fan blog?” No, it’s not, but as I explained in my last post, Grace has been instrumental in my development in kink. She also has helped me develop as a writer. She has beta read some of my stories and encouraged me, while I’ve beta read hers, and we have even collaborated on some roleplay projects for fun.

 

It’s past time I wrote her this little gift.

 

The characters featured are from the Golden Collar series http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=976

Choices Cover art by Paul Richmond

Choices Cover art by Paul Richmond

Reading the books is not necessary to enjoy this story, but I recommend reading them all the same if you enjoy BDSM, Master/slave dynamics, erotic storytelling, and rich worldbuilding. The characters in this story are Bathasar and Teman. Bathasar is the Malik (ruler) of Neyem, a country in the fictional world of Gaea. Teman is a gypsy and former thief for hire. In Choices, when he was arrested, instead of being sent to the dungeons, he was given the choice to become a palace pleasure slave, and drew Bathasar’s attention. This story doesn’t have an exact place in the Golden Collar canon timeline, but I’d place it some time after Choices and Coronation and before Deception. In my story, Teman is Bathasar’s slave and mate, and he and Bathasar love each other deeply. Teman’s submissive tendencies and desire to serve his love and Master, Bathasar’s dominant tendencies and deep love for Teman, and the time they have spent getting to know each other’s wants and needs make them a beautiful example of a strong Master/slave couple. Their style of M/s is not one that relies on a lot of protocol like many couples I know, but it is just one way of doing M/s. I hope you enjoy this intimate scene between Bathasar and Teman, in which they explore a new-to-them form of sensation play.
So without further ado… here is:

 

Bathasar, Teman, and the Ice

 

 

“Love. Are you at a good stopping point? I have a surprise for you.”

 

Teman looked up from the book of poetry he was reading, curious. Bathasar sat in the chair across from Teman’s in front of the fireplace, a book closed in his lap and his lips quirked into a smile. The firelight danced in Bathasar’s gray eyes, which swept over Teman’s body, nude but for his jeweled collar, golden cock cage, wrist and ankle cuffs, and anklet of bells. The anticipation in Bathasar’s expression intrigued Teman.

 

Sitting up straighter in his chair, eyes on Bathasar, Teman carefully marked his page and closed his book, putting it aside.

 

The poetry could wait.

 

“Yes, Bathasar?”

 

Teman had a feeling that the surprise had something to do with whatever Bathasar had called to be brought into their rooms not long ago. Teman had looked up when Ghalib had entered with a covered metal box and deposited it on their dining table. Teman and Ghalib had exchanged smiles and greetings before Bathasar politely thanked Ghalib and dismissed him. When Ghalib had arrived, Teman had been rather absorbed in the epic poem he was reading, so he had gone back to his book, relying on Bathasar to tell him what the box was for in due time.

 

And now, apparently, it was that time.

 

Bathasar placed his book on the table beside his chair and stood, stepping closer to Teman, hand outstretched. Taking Bathasar’s warm hand and rising gracefully to his feet, Teman glanced back and forth between Bathasar’s smiling face and the box on the table.

 

“Now, where was this curiosity just a little while ago, love?” Bathasar teased, stroking the side of Teman’s face, then tucking a few strands of long brown hair behind Teman’s ear.

 

“The curiosity was there, it was just trumped by my curiosity in my book, until you actually spoke of a surprise, love,” Teman retorted lightly with a small grin. Bathasar’s surprises were always interesting, to say the least, if not extremely enjoyable. “I knew you would bring it up eventually.”

 

“I’m not sure whether to be disappointed that you weren’t more excited earlier or be glad you know me so well,” Bathasar said with a low chuckle, and leaned in to brush his lips against Teman’s. The soft touch was still enough to send a rush of pleasure through Teman’s body, amplified by Bathasar’s fingers moving to twine through his hair and massage his scalp. His cock twitched in its cage, interested in the development of events.

 

“So what’s my surprise?” Teman murmured against Bathasar’s lips, tracing a hand down Bathasar’s silk-robed back.

 

“You’ll experience it soon enough. Lie in the bed, on your back. Arms up and apart, legs spread.”

 

Teman’s cock started to fill just from Bathasar’s commanding tone, but his cage kept him from hardening completely. Bathasar released Teman, who hurried to comply. He noted that a layer of towels topped the sheets that usually adorned the bed before he positioned himself as Bathasar had ordered. Given what Bathasar had told him to do, he was likely to be bound, and most likely tormented in some delightful way, probably with what was in the box. Whatever it contained would potentially make some kind of mess, Teman presumed, because of the towels, but that didn’t give him any indication of what it was. They had played with food before, but usually in those cases, Teman was on a platter.

 

Teman watched in anticipation as Bathasar strode slowly to the bed. While Teman waited, he took the time to admire the way Bathasar’s black hair shone in the firelight, and the way the green silk robe clung to his lean, yet strong frame.

 

Bathasar approached the headboard and gently lifted Teman’s right wrist, attaching the cuff to the hook at the corner that had been installed on the bed for that purpose. After pressing a kiss to that palm, Bathasar walked around the bed and repeated the action with Teman’s other wrist cuff and palm. Next came the restraint of Teman’s ankle cuffs to the corners of the footboard – no kisses accompanied this, but Bathasar’s fingers trailed over the tops of Teman’s feet–lovingly, gently–before he released each one.

 

Being exposed and spread wide for his lover to take pleasure from made Teman’s cock swell within its cage, and he let out a small whimper of need. Need for more than just light, gentle touches to his extremities. Bathasar must have noted the sound, because he chuckled.

 

“Soon,” was all he said to soothe Teman before dropping a kiss on Teman’s lips briefly, then going over to the dining table where the box sat.

 

“Yes, Bathasar.” Teman turned his head to watch Bathasar remove the lid from the box, withdraw a metal bowl, and replace the lid.

 

Bathasar returned to Teman’s side and set the bowl on the floor before Teman could get a good look at what was in it. When Bathasar trailed his fingers teasingly down Teman’s chest, Teman shivered, and looked into Bathasar’s eyes in surprise.

 

Bathasar’s fingers were cold.

 

“Bathasar?”

 

With a smirk, Bathasar lifted something from the bowl for Teman to see, and Teman laughed when realization hit.

 

It was a chunk of ice.

“I overheard one of the nobles talking about using ice on a slave, and thought, given your beautiful reactions to what I already do to you, we might enjoy playing with this,” Bathasar said.

 

“Yes, please,” Teman said breathlessly.

 

Bathasar’s smile widened, and he replaced the ice before removing the chain that held the key to Teman’s cage from around his neck. Bathasar unlocked the cage and put aside the pieces, then replaced the chain around his neck. Teman’s cock was at full hardness within moments, thanks to his conditioning.

 

“I will never tire of seeing that,” Bathasar remarked, before brushing the fingers which had just been holding the ice over Teman’s erection.

 

Teman shuddered at the cool skin on his hot flesh and bucked up for more contact, but Bathasar had already stopped touching him.

 

If just cool fingers did this to him, what would ice do?

He was about to find out, as Bathasar had reached back into the bowl and was currently holding a piece of ice directly above one of Teman’s nipples. He could feel the cold radiating from the ice, causing his nipple to tighten and harden, and he bit his lip, waiting for Bathasar to close the distance.

 

And when Bathasar did, Teman let out a moan.

 

The first sensation was that of extreme cold, more than he was used to, since his baths were always hot, and the palace was kept at a comfortable temperature. But as Bathasar rubbed the ice in a circular motion over Teman’s nipple, the feeling began to change to less unfamiliar, and more pleasurable. Bathasar moved the melting ice to Teman’s other nipple, and Teman moaned again with the contact.

 

It felt good, that much was certain. His erection certainly seemed to agree, not having flagged in the slightest as Bathasar repeated what he had done with Teman’s other nipple.

 

“That’s it, Teman,” Bathasar urged, “enjoy it.”

 

“Yes…” Teman agreed, and closed his eyes, surrendering to sensation.

 

The contrast between the frigid ice on one nipple, the coolness of air on the wet nipple that had just been let be, and the relative warmth of the rest of his body disoriented his sense of touch. He was completely at Bathasar’s mercy, not knowing what his lover would do next, and yet he felt at ease. He knew he could trust Bathasar to make the experience amazing.

 

The ice was gone from his nipple then, and Teman felt chill wetness at his lips.

 

“Open,” Bathasar commanded, and Teman complied, allowing the sliver of ice that remained to drop into his mouth, then down his throat.

 

Teman felt Bathasar’s lips on his, and opened to let Bathasar’s surprisingly cold tongue enter his mouth, depositing another small piece of ice for Teman to suck on and quench the thirst he hadn’t even realized he felt.

 

“Thank you,” he whispered when Bathasar drew back.

 

“Of course,” Bathasar said. “But I’m far from done with you.”

 

Teman opened his eyes to see Bathasar’s expression, which showed excitement, arousal, and love. Bathasar returned to the bowl to draw out another piece of ice, but this time, he ran it from Teman’s breastbone downward, teasing lower and lower. He swirled the ice around Teman’s navel and Teman shivered and laughed at the wet, cold tickle. Teman closed his eyes again.

 

And then the ice was where Teman had hoped Bathasar would use it.

 

First Bathasar touched it to the head of Teman’s cock, eliciting a yelp of surprise at just how strong of a sensation the freezing object produced. Bathasar chuckled at Teman’s reaction and swirled the ice around the head for just a little while, before running it up and down the shaft: underneath, on the sides, on the top. Teman shook uncontrollably, whimpering, and couldn’t tell if it was from the cold, the newness of the sensation, or the stimulation. Whatever it was, he didn’t care, he just wanted more. He could tell from Bathasar’s laugh that he was pleasing his love, and that was what he wanted.

 

When the current piece of ice melted, Bathasar pressed another to Teman’s balls, making Teman twitch and cry out.

 

“Is that alright?” Bathasar asked, a note of concern in his voice. He withdrew the ice and stroked the side of Teman’s face.

 

Teman managed to open his eyes and smile. “Yes, just… surprising,” he explained.

 

“Do you want more?”

 

Teman nodded, and Bathasar kissed him.

 

“Good,” Bathasar said with relief. “Because I have plans for you yet.”

 

Closing his eyes once more, Teman took deep breaths as he waited for Bathasar to resume their play.

 

He was startled by Bathasar’s mouth wrapping around his erection, accompanied by a piece of ice. Bathasar used his tongue to press the piece against the underside of Teman’s cock. Teman let out a noise he could not remember ever having made, and a laugh vibrated around his cock, indicating Bathasar’s pleasure at the reaction.

 

Teman was glad he was bound to the bed, because he didn’t think he’d have been able to avoid accidentally flailing his arms and legs otherwise, with what Bathasar had decided to do. Oral sex was something Bathasar was already quite skilled at, but adding ice to the mix took the sensation up to a whole other level. Teman was whimpering, shaking and unconsciously tugging against his restraints as the ice and Bathasar’s tongue swirled around his cock, accompanied by sucking.

 

Just when Teman didn’t think he could be any more stimulated, he felt ice against his balls again. This time, he didn’t yelp, but moaned as it slid over his sac. His balls drew up against his body and he fought in vain to keep some semblance of sanity as Bathasar continued to torment him. It was a hopeless cause, he would fall to pieces the second Bathasar granted him an orgasm, but Bathasar would also make sure that those pieces came back together afterward.

 

The ice moved from his balls down Teman’s taint, and he groaned.

 

And then it was touching his entrance, sliding around teasingly, until Bathasar pushed it in.

 

With a strangled cry, Teman bucked up deeper into Bathasar’s mouth, which lifted off him for a moment, only to return with a new piece of ice.

 

The sounds that were coming from Teman were almost inhuman, as the small piece of ice inside him began to melt and Bathasar sucked and licked and swirled the ice around Teman’s erection. Teman wouldn’t have been able to open his eyes even if he tried; the sensations of cold and pleasure were simply too overwhelming. He was teetering on the brink of orgasm already. It was so soon, but he wanted it so badly, wanted Bathasar to make him come. The pleasure built within him as he continued to tremble and let out a string of sounds. Teman gasped for air, trying to find words, to tell Bathasar, to beg for what he needed.

 

“Bathasar… please… close… may I?” Teman managed to request.

 

Bathasar lifted off Teman’s cock just enough to speak the command Teman needed to hear to find release.

 

“Come,” Bathasar ordered, and dove back to sucking Teman to completion. It only took an instant before Teman cried out as his orgasm surged through him, balls emptying stream after stream of come into Bathasar’s throat.

 

Gasping for air, dots dancing behind his eyelids, Teman trembled with aftershocks as Bathasar slowly released his softening cock.

 

Moments later, while he floated just off the surface of nowhere, he felt his cuffs being unhooked from the bed. Then Bathasar’s warm, smooth skin was up against his side, and he realized that Bathasar must have disrobed.

 

Time passed, with Bathasar stroking his chest, murmuring endearments, and praising him. Little by little, Teman came back to himself, his body and mind feeling connected again. He opened his eyes.

 

“How are you feeling, beloved?” Bathasar asked, smiling down at Teman.

 

“Mmm, wonderful,” Teman replied, a blissful grin on his face. “Thank you.”

 

“You know,” Bathasar mused, “we still have some ice left over.”

“Bathasar?” Teman wasn’t sure if he was up for another session of so much sensation so soon, if that was what Bathasar was getting at.

“When you’ve recovered, I expect you to serve me. Use the ice on me,” Bathasar explained.

 

Ah. Well. That certainly sounded enticing. Teman’s smile widened.

“Gladly, Bathasar.”

 

 

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