[M] The Full Moon

Alek's lips quirked upwards when the boy pressed his forehead to his own and looked into his eyes.

A brave move.

His hand reared back and met with the boy's backside firmly.

Chester wasn't to make any eye contact at all unless he was told to. Not in situations like these. He was to politely avoid contact at all time.

"Make me come."

Chester gave a sad little yelp as he was spanked, they had only made eye contact for a moment but that was too much, he shouldn't have looked in his Master's eyes at all.

The boy lowered his head again, nuzzling it apologetically in against his neck, keeping his head low and tilted, exposing his neck submissively to the man.

"Yes Master."

He muttered in a small soft voice, he didn't want to assume anything, if Alek wanted head or wanted to be ridden he would be told so, as such his hands simply reached over and grasped onto the Lycan's arousal, pumping him firmly.

His eyes slid shut when Chester nuzzled against him apologetically.

"You're forgiven," he murmured softly, nuzzling against him in return. It was such a minor act that generally it wouldn't need any form of punishing but Alek had seen what it was like to have Slaves get sloppy because their Master was lax in punishing them for little things.

If he allowed little things to slide, his Slave could start to think more major things were okay. He couldn't allow that to happen.

"Don't let it happen again." He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of the boy's head.

A soft groan sounded as the boy began pumping him firmly.

He was forgiven but he was still upset, he wanted to be the best Slave he could for his two Masters and never wanted to do anything that was out of line or upset them.

Even a very minor offense wasn't good enough, Aleksandr and Lycus deserved perfection, that was why he always pushed himself to be better, after all, he owed them everything, if they hadn't chosen him who knows where he would be right now.

He would make it up to Aleksandr, and he knew how. His hands worked dutifully, one cupping the man's balls and caressing them firmly as his other hand pumped the Lycan hard and fast, his thumb baring down upon his slit.

The best type of Slave was a flawed one. One that made mistakes but could bounce back and prove that, despite their flaws, they could still be a great Slave for them.

Alek liked the boy with his little flaws. It proved he was a person. Above everything else, Chester was a person and Alek wanted to make the boy happy just like the boy wanted to make him and Lycus happy.

His tongue caressed the boy's ear gently and he smiled and nuzzled against him affectionately.

"Good boy," he crooned softly, hips rocking eagerly into Chess' hand.

A small smile graced his lips as Aleksandr praised and nuzzled up against him, his worry slowly faded away, Aleksandr wasn't like his older Master, he was much kinder, much more forgiving and at times he forgot that but tender moments like this built up his confidence a little.

Chester pressed a gentle kiss to the man's scarred neck, nuzzling up against him as he peppered his skin with loving kisses.

It didn't take up to build Chess back up when he was down.

His hand moved harder and faster, holding onto the man firmly, matching the pace of Alek's rocking.

He Lycan purred a load groan.

He could feel a slight pressure building up in the pit of his stomach. The boy's ministrations were slowly working him up.

Alek was please with the boy. Even when he was scolded, he could push himself forwards and do as much as he could to make up for his wrong-doing instead of curling up and sulking.

His tongue and teeth began working on the boy's throat again.

Chester gave a pleased little mewl as Alek's teeth and tongue grazed against his throat, his head tilted back, offering his neck willingly to the man as a gentle purr rumbled in his chest.

His body ground down against the Lycan as his hands moved hard and fast, stroking his Master's length eagerly, he wanted to see the man come, he wanted to give him the release he had ordered.

His thumb bore down roughly, drawing small figure eights on the tip of the man's member.

Alek groaned loudly, hips rocking and writhing into the boy's hand as he continue to pump him and work his thumb against his head.

The pressure built up steadily, giving him a heated feeling in the pit of his stomach that had him moaning softly.

A few long moments later the Lycan's body jerked and his release spilled out over the boy's hand. "Clean it up," he ordered around a soft pant.

Alek laid back with a contented smile while Chester did as he was told.

"Suck. We're not leaving until I come twice."

Chester gave a soft moan as the Lycan spilled over his hands, Aleksandr's pleasure brought him pleasure, seeing the man come was just as satisfying as coming himself.

When he was ordered he shifted a little, sitting up as he licked his hands clean, lapping up every last drop with a contented purr.

He moved down the man's body, perching himself between his legs as he leaned down, his tongue lapping over his arousal generously before he took Alek into his mouth against, sucking on him greedily, his mouth skillfully taking him in.

One hand rested on the boy's head, stroking through his hair gently.

This was the third time the boy had his head between his legs today. He just couldn't get sick of the sight of it. He loved seeing Chester like this: knelt between his legs with his lips stretched around his arousal.

His hips rocked up into the boy's mouth deliberately hard. He wanted to hear him choke a little.

Alek wanted to hear the boy's discomfort.

Chester spluttered a grunt followed by a gagged cough as Aleksandr thrust up into his throat, taking him by surprise.

He pulled back for a moment before pushing his mouth down, easing the Lycan's arousal down his throat as he settled.

Breathing steadily through his nose the boy began to bob his head, taking the Lycan in low deep thrusts, his tongue lapping at his slit each time he pulled back.

The Lycan purred as the boy gave a choking cough. That's just what he wanted to hear from him.

He gave a hum as he leaned back comfortably, his foot moving to stroke over Chester's stomach before pressing against his arousal, pushing it against his stomach firmly, his movements borderline rough.

A smirk curled his lips as, at random intervals, his hips rocked hard.

He wanted to give Chester some trouble.

Chester squirmed, his legs pressing together as his arousal was handled so roughly in its sensitive state, a small whine passing his stuffed lips.

The small Hybrid coughed and spluttered with each hard thrust as the back of his throat was hit roughly by the man's tip.

He couldn't grip the man's hips to keep him still, he would never do such a thing, instead his hands gripped the couch on either side of him, keeping himself upright as he tried to suck the man off.

Alek smirked, his silver eyes almost glowing with amusement as the boy struggled to pleasure him.

He could see the struggle Chester had to keep himself from gripping his hips to keep him still. It was all so amusing.

"You're doing so well," he crooned with a chuckle, hips rocking up hard again.

He wanted to see the boy choke.

He could take a man roughly down his throat but these random jerks were catching him off guard, he could never tell when one was coming.

Hearing Aleksandr speak broke his concertration for a moment and that necks hard rock really surprised him.

Chester was forced to pull his mouth away from the man's arousal for a moment as he coughed hoarsely, his eyes watering from having his gag reflex going off so often.

He only allowed himself a brief moment to recover before he took the Lycan into his mouth again until his nose brushed against Alek's pelvis.

"Look at you, struggling so much," he crooned with a grin, fingers stroking over the boy's cheek gently as he coughed hoarsely.

"It's such a beautiful sight."

As soon as Chester's nose brushed against his pelvis, his hips rocked up hard again. He wanted to hear, see and feel the boy struggling as much as he could right now.

He just wanted to cause pain and suffering.

His toes pressed roughly against Chester's arousal again.

The boy's throat rippled against the man's arousal as he gagged loudly, every time he thought Aleksandr had stopped trying to choke him he simply thrust his hips up again.

Chester's eyes clenched shut as he panted heavily, trying to stop himself from coughing against the man's arousal in his mouth, instead forcing himself to bob his head as best he could, if Alek came twice they could go outside finally.

A soft uncomfortable groan passed the boy's lips as his arousal was pressed against, his body squirming slightly.

"You're still so hard," he chuckled softly, toes stroking against the boy's member.

Despite all the coughing and gagging, this was turning the boy on. Chester liked this rough treatment.

Alek's fingers ran through the boy's hair as he gave a soft moan, hips now settling into a gentle rhythm of rocking up into the boy's mouth.

"Such a good boy," he purred softly.

When Alek's fingers stroked through his hair he tentatively opened his eyes, the large aqua hues glistening from the abuse of his throat.

Someone with shame would try to hide the fact that such treatment aroused them, but not Chester, he was far beyond that, through a pink dusting coated his cheeks it was obvious he had enjoyed it, he was a Slave after all, he was meant to be used by his Masters in any way that amused them.

Though he did breathe a small sigh of relief as they fell back into a gentle rocking, no matter who you were or how well you were trained, the feeling of choking like that wasn't pleasant.

His rough thumb brushed gently over the boy's cheek.

"I'm so proud of you," he crooned softly. The boy could take so much without complaint. Alek truly was proud to call him his Slave.

"Behave well enough tonight and I'll let you relieve this," he purred, foot stroking over the boy's arousal again.

"Impress me with your behaviour and I may even relieve you myself."

Chester's eyes flicked up when his face was stroked, though his gaze didn't lift to the man's eyes, instead watching his mouth intently as he spoke.

His gaze flickered lustfully as his arousal was stroked, a soft moan sounding against the Lycan's member still in his mouth.

He definitely wanted that, he would behave well enough to be allowed to come, there was nothing he wanted more right now.

As such his head continued to move, his pace becoming harder and faster, he had made his Master proud, he wanted to keep him that way, he never wanted to be a source of disappointment in the man's life.

"Good boy," he purred as the Hybrid's head moved harder and faster between his legs.

He was extremely pleased with the boy now. The least he could do was give him a reward if he continued to please him like this.

The man's stomach began to tighten as pressure built up again.

A soft purr sounded as one hand fisted in Chest'er hair.

Chester kept moving his head, his tongue lapping and thrashing up against the head of his arousal with each bob.

Aleksandr praised him so much, he couldn't help but adore it, it was nice to know that he was doing well in the Lycan's eyes.

Despite the hand in his hair his head moved faster again, he could taste the slight tang of salt, a tell tale sign that his Master was getting closer.

Alek groaned softly as the boy continued.

His fingers stroked through the boy's hair gently as he continued to pleasure him.

He was getting closer. The closer he got to his second release, the tighter his grip in the boy's hair got.

The Elder leaned back comfortably again, eyes sliding shut as he enjoyed the feeling of the boy's mouth around him.