Caleb nearly freezes, but Essek puts his hand over Caleb’s and pushes it back in, fucking the man with his own fingers.
“Oh don’t stop now, ussta’nek. You are so hungry for it, you seem you might starve if I do not feed you.”
“Yes, yes please Essek, I’m s- so hungry, I…”
Essek pushes Caleb’s hand in harder, and the human bucks and twists as though he’s not certain whether he’s trying to feel more or less.
“Yes, you are, aren’t you,” Essek murmurs, stretching forward to catch Caleb’s ear between his teeth and head the man gasp and cry out. “Sweet, hungry pet,” he sucks on it. “Fuck yourself open for me, ssin’urn.”
Essek lays his hand on Caleb’s, so near the fingers buried inside of him, and pushes the other man’s hand in faster. He hears wet, sloppy noises from his hole and moans falling from Caleb’s lips.
“Does that feel good, my Caleb?”
“Yes, Essek, yes, please,” Caleb begs, and Essek thinks that if it did not pain him somewhat to deny the man anything, he could listen to that sound for the rest of his life. He could practically hear the sound of his own cock buried down Caleb’s throat earlier, the wet choking feel of it, leaving an auditory handprint when he tried to speak now. “Please, sir, please let me move it faster, I, I need —
SMACK, across Caleb’s thighs, making him jolt forward.
“You need to take what you’re given, xi’hum. How am I to fuck you if I do not stretch you open for me first?” Essek pulls Caleb’s fingers out, watching the puckered hole tremble and flex around nothing. He pushes that same hand to the ground hard, like a warning, before reaching for that vial of sweet oil again. Caleb, it seems, has little patience for this delay.
“I don’t want you to stretch me, I want —AH!” He shakes at another crack of a palm on his thighs and whines, arching his back. “Bitte, I- I want to feel it, I want it, don't need to stretch, please, w-want…”
“You want it to hurt, precious thing?”
“Yes, Essek, yes, please, please fucking hurt me, bury yourself in my ass, gib mir diesen Schwanz! Ich bitte dich, ich bin deine Hure, deine Schlampe, bitte, bitte, ich werde dir alles geben—”
Essek can only catch sparse bits of Zemnian amid Caleb’s near panicked moaning, but there are a few words he is certain he can recognize. Sweet accursed gods he wants to keep Caleb on the edge forever, tormenting him while he writhes on nothing and begs for anything! But Essek himself is almost painfully hard now and he had to do something, and so he moves forward just enough, along the side of Caleb, letting his dark purple cock push against the side of the man’s hip, giving him something to rut against and gods, yes, he feels so perfect. Just that small patch of warm skin, where the hardness of Caleb’s hipbones met the soft curve of his ass is almost enough to undo him but he can’t, he can’t, not yet. Not when everything is so perfect! When he’s perfectly positioned to, with one hand, violently tug at Caleb’s hair and growl into his ear:
“Then I shall make it hurt, my whore,” and he hears Caleb sob, likely shocked that Essek had even caught the word with what rudimentary Zemnian he had learned. The drow’s other hand spreads that sweet, viscous oil along his fingers, moving them slowly— ever so slowly— to Caleb’s rim while the redhead trembles in wait.
“Fucking hurry, Essek, I need—“
Another SLAP, harder this time. Essek spanks him right right over his asshole, which sends Caleb’s upper body flopping to the floor in shocked ecstasy, his head just barely held up by the fingers still twined in his hair.
“What you need,” another spank, “Is to stop demanding,” and another “and just keep begging,” and another, another, another, “like the little slut you are, ph'ssin'urn ssindossa. Jahkne elendar Zotha'llt saph natha nek…”
Essek spanks him until his own hand feels like it’s burning and Caleb is shoving his ass back in the air like a cat in heat. It’s only then, rubbing his own cock along the side of Caleb’s hip, that he circles his oiled fingers around the man’s raw, sensitized hole, still stinging from the repeated slaps. The gasp Caleb lets out is so quiet, so blissful, that Essek cannot help but grin with pride and delight, circling them twice more before shoving three in at once.
“Sheiße — Gotter, Essek!”
For half a moment Essek freezes, worried it was too much, but Caleb immediately pushes back on those fingers crying out “Yes, yes,” and his hungry grin returns. Divine light, he is so warm inside, so warm and wet, clenching tight around Essek’s slender fingers despite having fucked himself open with his own not a minute ago. The Shadowhand groans, tongue tracing his own teeth and wishing he could kiss this man before him, but he will settle for driving Caleb mad with wanting instead: pulling his hair with one hand, causing his back to arch, which makes it easier for the fingers of his other hand to curl - just so - and brush against that tender spot inside him to make Caleb beg…
And indeed it does.
———————— Cheat sheet: Ussta’nek — my slut Xi’hum — pet/plaything Ussta’chev — my love/beloved Ph'ssin'urn ssindossa — beautiful whore Jahkne elendar Zotha'llt saph natha nek — Just keep begging like a good slut
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FILL: Verbose [Caleb/Essek] 8/?
Date: 2021-09-12 08:43 am (UTC)“Oh don’t stop now, ussta’nek. You are so hungry for it, you seem you might starve if I do not feed you.”
“Yes, yes please Essek, I’m s- so hungry, I…”
Essek pushes Caleb’s hand in harder, and the human bucks and twists as though he’s not certain whether he’s trying to feel more or less.
“Yes, you are, aren’t you,” Essek murmurs, stretching forward to catch Caleb’s ear between his teeth and head the man gasp and cry out. “Sweet, hungry pet,” he sucks on it. “Fuck yourself open for me, ssin’urn.”
Essek lays his hand on Caleb’s, so near the fingers buried inside of him, and pushes the other man’s hand in faster. He hears wet, sloppy noises from his hole and moans falling from Caleb’s lips.
“Does that feel good, my Caleb?”
“Yes, Essek, yes, please,” Caleb begs, and Essek thinks that if it did not pain him somewhat to deny the man anything, he could listen to that sound for the rest of his life. He could practically hear the sound of his own cock buried down Caleb’s throat earlier, the wet choking feel of it, leaving an auditory handprint when he tried to speak now. “Please, sir, please let me move it faster, I, I need —
SMACK, across Caleb’s thighs, making him jolt forward.
“You need to take what you’re given, xi’hum. How am I to fuck you if I do not stretch you open for me first?” Essek pulls Caleb’s fingers out, watching the puckered hole tremble and flex around nothing. He pushes that same hand to the ground hard, like a warning, before reaching for that vial of sweet oil again. Caleb, it seems, has little patience for this delay.
“I don’t want you to stretch me, I want —AH!” He shakes at another crack of a palm on his thighs and whines, arching his back. “Bitte, I- I want to feel it, I want it, don't need to stretch, please, w-want…”
“You want it to hurt, precious thing?”
“Yes, Essek, yes, please, please fucking hurt me, bury yourself in my ass, gib mir diesen Schwanz! Ich bitte dich, ich bin deine Hure, deine Schlampe, bitte, bitte, ich werde dir alles geben—”
Essek can only catch sparse bits of Zemnian amid Caleb’s near panicked moaning, but there are a few words he is certain he can recognize. Sweet accursed gods he wants to keep Caleb on the edge forever, tormenting him while he writhes on nothing and begs for anything! But Essek himself is almost painfully hard now and he had to do something, and so he moves forward just enough, along the side of Caleb, letting his dark purple cock push against the side of the man’s hip, giving him something to rut against and gods, yes, he feels so perfect. Just that small patch of warm skin, where the hardness of Caleb’s hipbones met the soft curve of his ass is almost enough to undo him but he can’t, he can’t, not yet. Not when everything is so perfect! When he’s perfectly positioned to, with one hand, violently tug at Caleb’s hair and growl into his ear:
“Then I shall make it hurt, my whore,” and he hears Caleb sob, likely shocked that Essek had even caught the word with what rudimentary Zemnian he had learned. The drow’s other hand spreads that sweet, viscous oil along his fingers, moving them slowly— ever so slowly— to Caleb’s rim while the redhead trembles in wait.
“Fucking hurry, Essek, I need—“
Another SLAP, harder this time. Essek spanks him right right over his asshole, which sends Caleb’s upper body flopping to the floor in shocked ecstasy, his head just barely held up by the fingers still twined in his hair.
“What you need,” another spank, “Is to stop demanding,” and another “and just keep begging,” and another, another, another, “like the little slut you are, ph'ssin'urn ssindossa. Jahkne elendar Zotha'llt saph natha nek…”
Essek spanks him until his own hand feels like it’s burning and Caleb is shoving his ass back in the air like a cat in heat. It’s only then, rubbing his own cock along the side of Caleb’s hip, that he circles his oiled fingers around the man’s raw, sensitized hole, still stinging from the repeated slaps. The gasp Caleb lets out is so quiet, so blissful, that Essek cannot help but grin with pride and delight, circling them twice more before shoving three in at once.
“Sheiße — Gotter, Essek!”
For half a moment Essek freezes, worried it was too much, but Caleb immediately pushes back on those fingers crying out “Yes, yes,” and his hungry grin returns. Divine light, he is so warm inside, so warm and wet, clenching tight around Essek’s slender fingers despite having fucked himself open with his own not a minute ago. The Shadowhand groans, tongue tracing his own teeth and wishing he could kiss this man before him, but he will settle for driving Caleb mad with wanting instead: pulling his hair with one hand, causing his back to arch, which makes it easier for the fingers of his other hand to curl - just so - and brush against that tender spot inside him to make Caleb beg…
And indeed it does.
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Cheat sheet:
Ussta’nek — my slut
Xi’hum — pet/plaything
Ussta’chev — my love/beloved
Ph'ssin'urn ssindossa — beautiful whore
Jahkne elendar Zotha'llt saph natha nek — Just keep begging like a good slut