[C][M] Akonito Estate

The Elf gave a relieved moan as his arousal was stroke, his body moving the slightest amount to thrust into his lover's hand, but he didn't dare move more than that with the condition of his body.

"I want it bad enough that I endured your sadistic side."

He replied, gazing over his shoulder at the man, his face still laying against the cushion of the seat, his backside bent up high, perfectly presented to him.

"You haven't seen sadistic yet tonight," Alek snorted in response.

Alek's 'sadistic side' was far worse than this. This was child's play to the Lycan.

"Beg me for it." His hand stroked the Elf's arousal slowly; enough to stimulate but not enough to make him come.

"Beg me for the right to get your release."

Yet.

The frightened him slightly, he was only just delving into the world of masochism and the thought of baring the force of Aleksandr sadistic side would be more than he could handle.

The Elf gave a whine as the hand on his arousal slowed, making it impossible for him to come.

"No."

He replied, he didn't like begging and would avoid doing so.

Alek doubted that Ly would see his sadistic side tonight.

He'd already put the Elf through a lot. He doubted Ly could go through much more right now.

"Still too stubborn and prideful to beg."

That was a trait Alek was less than pleased Lycus possessed at this moment in time.

"I'll always be too prideful to beg."

He muttered, Lycus was who he was, a prideful and stubborn Elf with a spiteful nature and sadistic streak, he didn't plan on changing that any time soon.

"I remember the first time you had me, you ended up begging me to plead for you."

A small smirk curled up his lips, he would never forget that, being tied to a fucking machine being asked to beg him, the Wolf had been so desperate to hear him do it.

"Not always." Lycus had begged him before.

He wasn't always so prideful to not beg.

"That was months ago," Alek snorted softly. Times had changed since then. They fit into their roles slightly better now. Sure, they were testing boundaries all the time but he wouldnt openly beg Ly to beg now.

There were very few things in this world that he would lay his pride down for, an orgasm was not one of them.

"Would hearing me beg please you?"

He asked smoothly, his head turning to look over his shoulder at the Lycan.

Aleksandr.

He would lay down is pride for that man if it would make him happy, he was indebted to Alek for many reasons and his love for the man ran deeper than his desire to remain regal.

"Yes."

Alek could lay his soul bare in the presence of Lycus. He could say thing to the Elf that he would usually keep quiet.

Both of them had the ability to lay down acts of being regal in front of each other.

"Yes, it would."

"Alright then, you must know by now that my feelings for you transcend anything I feel for myself."

He would lay down his pride, dignity and his life for the Lycan, and if it made the man happy when they were in private, he could do things no other person had seen him do.

The Elf arched his back, pressing his backside up, grinding against the Lycan's pelvis.

"Please Aleksandr, fuck me, I want you to let me come."
He muttered softly, his body writhing beneath him, vulnerable and needy.

Alek stroked the Elf's cheek tenderly, lips quirking up into a smile.

The two of them had come such a long way. They had gone from hatred to love so quickly it had felt like just the blink of an eye. It was true when people said love could be mistaken by hatred so easily.

A soft purr sounded from the man when Lycus' murmured words reached his ear.

His hips rocked a little faster and his hand began pumping him more firmly.

This act of submission wasn't even about sex any more, it was about letting Aleksandr through his defenses, allowing the man to see his vulnerabilities, his weaknesses, allowing him to actually get emotionally close.

A small moan passed his lips as he moved his aching body with the Lycan, thrusting into his hand then back against his arousal, smiling softly as his cheek was stroked tenderly.

Their little acts of submission and dominance were rarely about sex nowadays. Neither of them were good at showing each other their feelings. This was one way they could show each other how they felt.

Both of them had to work on opening up to each other without the pretences of dominating each other in the bedroom.

He grunted as his hips rocked into the older man again.

He murmured his lovers name softly, eyes roaming his slim back.

They had gone thousands of years never saying a kind word to one another, now that they had changed the nature of their feelings for one another it was hard to articulate or open up to the other after all the hatred.

Though events they had gone through together had pushed them into each other arms, thank fully.

Lycus responded with a moan of his own, the movements of his hips becoming more demanding, he had been worked up for so long, Aleksandr had already had a release and he was quickly approaching his as heat pool deep within his pelvis.

"Come for me," he muttered softly.

He wanted to hear the Elf cry out as he came as a result of the stimulation Alek had been giving him.

He wanted his Elf to come.

"And after you come, I'll give you a show," he purred, tongue tracing the length of his ear.

A shiver chanced down his body a his pointed ear was licked, the saliva cooling on his warm skin.

The Elf's struggled movements became a little more desperate as the heat began to spread and intensify.

After being pounded into brutally, slapped and fingered then finally fucked Lycus cried out his lover's name as he came with a violent shudder, spilling into Alek's grasp before slumping against the chair, panting softly.

Alek purred as the Elf came into his hand.

"I hope you aren't too attached to this chair. It could stain," the Lycan murmured as he pulled out of the Elf.

He picked Lycus up and laid him out on the chair in a more comfortable position.

"Now you get your show."

Alek too a few steps back and turned around, sinking to his knees then leaning down until his chest was pressed to the floor and his ass up in the air for Lycus to see.

He licked at his hand, purring as cleaned it of the Elf's release before he began stroking his thighs gently, fingers stroking closer and closer to his arousal and entrance.

He was going to give Lycus a good show.

He couldn't give two shits about the chair, he had already torn it open with his nails so staining it didn't faze him.

Lycus couldn't help but let out an uncomfortable grunt as he was pulled out of and picked up, wincing as he was placed on the chair, his lower back throbbing and entrancing aching from the abuse.

Despite all that his gaze followed Aleksandr, a gentle purr sounding in his chest as he watched his lover stroke his thighs, his hands taunting him as they inched closer to his intimate places.

The tips of his fingers stroked against his entrance and he moaned softly, hips rocking slightly.

He stroked himself teasingly, barely enough to find pleasure in the feeling before they flit away to stroke his thighs again, only to return a moment later to repeat the process.

His fingers slipped lower, rubbing his balls and stroking over his member before turning back to his entrance.

His eyes followed the trail of his fingers intently, watching his lover bending over to entertain him with his body was erotic and he found himself licking his lips in anticipation, like a hawk staring down its prey from above.

"You have a beautiful ass."

The Elf purred, his mind taken away from the fact that he couldn't currently move from his seat.

"It's a shame you can't have it until you feel less sore, isn't it?" he chuckled softly.

He'd taunt Lycus with that for as long as he could before he was bent over and fucked into exhaustion by the Elf. It was only a matter of time before that happened.

He groaned as the tip of one finger pushed into his entrance slightly before pulling out again.

"It is."

The Elf muttered, he knew Aleksandr was doing this to torment him, but at the same time he was enjoying seeing the man like this, bent over while he touched himself.

"I take solace in knowing you're thinking of me while you play with yourself."

He was inside Aleksandr's head, that much was obvious if he couldn't even lay with Ana without thinking about him, he knew how much he loved the woman.

No matter what Alek could no longer deny he was thinking of the Elf.

His fingers stroked against his entrance slowly, pressing firmly against the sensitive skin before pulling away enough that the touches were feather-light and just teasing him.

Alek's lips quirked upwards a little. He did think of Lycus while he touched himself; more so now than he usually did. How would Lycan tease him if he was already worked up and wanted to be satisfied? How cruel would he be?

That thought process was helping phenomenal amounts as he teased himself with fleeting touches to his entrance and member.

The tip of his finger stroked over his head and he whimpered softly, hips rocking forwards as he pulled his hand away. He'd tease himself into a frenzy.

His keen eyes trailed over the man's body, honing in on his fingers and they touched his most intimate areas so fleetingly.

Lycus wanted those fingers to be his own, working the Lycan up until he pleaded and begged to be taken hard and fast.

The Elf made a move to rise from his seat but hissed loudly and slumped back, he couldn't move, his body ached far too much for him to be walking right now, let alone bending himself over his lover.

A smirk flitted across the Lycan's face when the Elf hissed loudly in pain.

"You're in no position to move, Lycus. You're - ah." Alek bit his lip as he finally pushed a finger inside of himself, pressing it deep at an agonisingly slow pace. "You're hurt. Just sit back and watch the show."

His hips rocked a little as the finger curled within him, stroking against his sensitive flesh.

Lycus gingerly stroked his lower back, the throbbing ache felt as through Aleksandr was still inside of him pounding away.

The Lycan's small cry made a barely audible whine pass the Elf's lips, he couldn't keep his eyes off of him and at the same time Aleksandr was just out of arms reach.

Slowly he gave into the realization that he simply couldn't do anything at the moment and lay back in his chair, just taking in the image in front of him.