"Again" Mira's voice commanded. "Say it again, please." His tone turned to pleading as he felt himself almost washed over in warmth from Sion's presence. The delicate kiss to his lower stomach ignited a heat below his navel. A heat that continued to grow and push beyond the bounds of his pants, fighting against the fabrics which hugged his toned thighs. His breath grew heavier as he could feel Sion's hands slowly snaking up the sides of his body, forcing his shirt to reveal more of his well maintained physique.
Sion's eyes flicked up to gaze at Mira as his nose lightly brushed against the man's lower torso. He shamelessly took in the man's scent. His tongue followed to gather a greedy taste. A soft 'Mn.' vibrated from Sion's throat as he lifted his head now. His eyes took in the olive skin of the man which stood before him, the streaks of silver hair, those red eyes. The man that had always cheered him on.
His lips parted to speak softly. Letting the air around them dance in anticipated passion.
"Mira…"
Mira's body twitched as his name left Sion's mouth. "I've been watching you for the past few months." His hand slowly reached down and took Sion by the chin with a delicacy which betrayed his frame which once spoke of violence. "I've waited so long to be alone with you. To feel you…"
Sion offered him a soft and slow smile. His fingers found their way toying lightly with the man's nipples. His bottom lip being rubbed gently by Mira's thumb. His tongue slowly slithered past his lips and twirled around the digit. Slow and deliberate. His eyes never waver from Mira's gaze. He had this man within his grasp.
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"Fuck…" Mira whispered slowly. His hand moved from Sion's chin to take him by the throat, pinning him down onto the bed. Sion's hair sprawled about on the sheets. His eyes gazed past Mira now as he stared mindlessly at the privacy curtains that hung from the canopy. A soft purr leaving his throat.
"Going for the kill?"
"I've never been one to play with my meal…"
"You promise?"
Then Sion felt it. He could feel the pulsing heat coming from Mira's lower half pressing firmly into his own. A stifled moan attempted to slip past his lips but he quickly played it off by trying to speak again, only to be stopped by the force of Mira's hand applying pressure. It made Sion's eyes roll to the back of his head and his body to tense.
"Fuck, okay…" Sion submitted.
Mira leaned down as his free hand began to pull his own pants down slowly. His body was firmly placed between Sion's thighs. His lips placed small kisses to Sion's throat. His hand moving with his lips to cup the man's jaw with a quiet force of authority. A whispered promise that Mira would not bring harm though being quite capable of it.
"Good Boy." Mira's voice rumbled slowly. A soft thud would shake Sion's lower body. There it was, the throbbing manhood of Sir Umbra was resting against Sion's lower stomach and snuggled against his own atop the fabric that still covered him. Mira's words coupled with the size of his twitching excitement forced a whimper out of Sion as he could not yet speak. Sion's heart was racing now. He felt the hand of Umbra release his jaw. The breaths he was forcing out of his nose now audible as his lips parted.
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For a moment, it was quiet. Peaceful and the air was hot before the sound of his own pants ripping filled the atmosphere. A soft gasp left Sion's lips as he was now fully exposed to the man that stood before him. His eyes shot down to watch as Mira bit his bottom lip and sank to his knees. Mira's hands found their home gripping the back of Sion's thighs, forcing him open.
A loud moan bounced off of the walls as Sion was surprised with Mira's tongue on his entrance. The strokes were slow and greedy. It made Sion's hips slowly roll to its rhythm. His own hand moving to cover his mouth though the attempt was wasted. He couldn't focus on keeping quiet. He could feel himself already leaking. The thrill of having another devour him was almost too much to bear.
After a few moments of being feasted upon, Mira stood once again. The back of his hand wiping his mouth slowly after he licked both of his lips. His hands moved now to slick his peppered hair back before tearing the shirt from his body with slow ease. First, his strong chest was visible. Then his sculpted lower torso that Sion only had the pleasure of touching and yet to see came into view.
Sion stared at him with wide eyes as the back of his hand was against his mouth to try and cover his reaction. His legs remained spread as he dared not close them. He was speechless. He felt as though he would have a heart attack.
"Present yourself to me…"