[C][M] Akonito Estate

Lycus couldnt do anything. He was useless in this situation. Completely useless.

His hips writhed a little as he pushed a second finger into himself alongside the first. He rocked his hips backwards firmly, thrusting his fingers into himself at the same hard speed.

Groans sounded as he set a pace; hard but still slow. Not enough to work him up to an orgasm.

Just the way he knew Lycus would do it if he wanted to tease him until he was almost at the point of tears.

"You're cruel."

The Elf whined softly, squirming in his seat, taking Aleksandr hard and slow was his favourite, he loved seeing the man writhing beneath him uselessly trying to get more as he became pent up.

At the very least Lycus could touch himself, even if only for a short while until his arms grew too sore and tired to move.

He wrapped a tentative hand around his own arousal, giving himself a few slow but firm strokes.

"Not as cruel as you."

He knew that whatever he did now would just be repaid in double at a later date. Lycus would do something far beyond this cruelty level to Alek for putting him through this.

The Lycan couldn't wait for that day to roll around. It would be fun to see what the Elf would have planned for him.

He groaned loudly as he pushed a third finger into himself slowly.

The Elf bit his lip as he watched his lover's entrance stretch around his own fingers, pulling until he had accepted the intrusion.

This was all too erotic, he felt as though he had been chained to the bed and forced to watch the man masturbate whilst pressed up against him, except the only chains he had now was his own body holding his down.

His hand stroked himself a little harder as he openly stared.

He could feel his body stretching.

He could feel Lycus' eyes on him.

He could feel the levels of his arousal increasing.

Alek groaned softly and bit his lip again when the tips of his fingers began feathering over his sensitive head again. The touches made him writhe almost violently as he whimpered softly.

"Oh, Lycus," he groaned softly, hips rocking harder against his fingers.

The Lycan's groan called out to him in a way deeper than the simple muttering of his name, his eyes flashed in yearning as he looked over that the man who was clearing fantasizing about him while he sat only a few feet away.

"Aleksandr..."

He whispered in a soft mewling moan as he continued the pace at which he stroked himself, rubbing his thumb firmly over his own head.

His desire for the man knew no bounds, it didn't matter how many times he came he would want more of him.

His fingers thrust deeper into himself, a loud groan tearing from his chest in response.

He wanted Lycus' fingers inside of him. His cock.

He wanted Lycus pressed against his back fucking him hard and fast like he had done with the Elf moments before.

Alek whimpered softly.

He had never pined for someone the way he did for Aleksandr, the man was under his skin and even now, watching his move and cry out to the thought of him had the Elf jealous, envious of himself, the version of him that was in the Lycan's mind, able to move, able to take the man the way he wanted to be taken.

It was frustrating to the point of being maddening, he wanted to take him every which way until both their bodies felt like how his did at the moment.

He wanted to collapse in a sweaty pile of lust and satisfaction with Aleksandr at his side.

Alek wanted the same from the Elf.

He wanted the two of them to fuck each other raw then just collapse in a puddle of their own sweat and release.

The Lycan moaned loudly as his fingers began to press firmer, more satisfying, touches to the head of his arousal.

"Ly, please."

He would give it to him if he could, he wanted so desperately to rise from his chair and push into the Lycan alongside his fingers, thrusting into him until they were both sated.

Lycus tried to move again, managing to lift off of the chair slightly before groaning loudly and moving to sit back down.

He hated having the man plead for him when he couldn't get to him. The Elf settled for stroking himself harder and faster.

The second groan made the Lycan smirk.

Lycus wasnt going anywhere. He'd have to sit and watch Alek pleasure himself to the thought of him.

"Should I push a fourth in, Lycus?" he murmured softly. He knew Ly would hear him. "Or should I tease myself more? What do you want to see?"

This was Ly's show after all.

"Add a forth."

He muttered, his voice laced with dark desire as he looked down at his Lycan, in this moment the man was his, no one else dwelled on either of their minds.

"I want to see you stretched."

Lycus added with a purr as his eyes gleamed.

Ly wanted to see him stretched.

He could do that.

Slowly he pulled his fingers out and pushed all four of his fingers in, twisting them slowly.

He groaned, biting his lip harshly as his fingers slowly pushed deeper.

A purr sounded in his chest as he watched the Lycan respond to his desires.

The Elf lay back, stroking his own hardened flesh more firmly, his thumb drawing tight circled on his tip with a moan.

"Harder, lift your ass."

He muttered huskily, he watched to see the man's ass perfectly presented to him as all those fingers drove into him roughly.

"Yes, sir," he muttered softly in response to the order.

His back arched, backside pressing upwards to show it off better to the Elf sitting behind him.

His fingers began pushing into himself harder, pushing deeper, right the way up to the knuckles.

He writhed and groaned a little more as his fingers pushed into hi hard and deep. What would come first: his next order or his release?

The Elf moaned at the beautiful sight in from of him, his hand stroking himself harder and faster and he built himself up for his own release which was well on its way.

"Bare down on your tip, I want you crying out my name when you come."

He added, his eyes darkening with lust, he wanted to hear Aleksandr cry out like he had.

Alek bit his lip.

More stimulation? This was going to be intense as it was. Any more stimulation and he'd be screaming. Loudly.

His hand moved almost hesitantly to his arousal, stroking along his shaft gently before focussing his touches on his head, circling his tip firmly.

His lips parted in a loud moan.

Gods.

"Lick the end of your thumb then draw circles on your slit as the rest of your hand strokes your shaft."

He would enjoy the hot moisture on his sensitive head, Lycus was sure of it, he wanted the man overwhelmed with pleasure so he would come spectacularly.

Even if he couldn't move right now, he would lead Aleksandr to one hell of a release.

"Fuck, Ly," he hissed softly after the order came.

He really didn't want to put any more stimulation on his body. It'd be torture.

His tongue lapped over the tip of his thumb

"Bastard," he grunted as his damp thumb pressed against his head.

It didn't take long for his release to wash over them; a loud yell of the Elf's name filling the room.

Lycus purred as Aleksandr cursed him, groaning as he watched the man's body react to the stimulation, he came spectacularly and he was almost deafened by how loudly he yelled.

"You look so good when you come."

He muttered softly with a breathy moan as his hand continued to stroke his length, pushed to the very edge from hearing the man's cries.

Alek slumped over, laid out on the ground, panting heavily.

He muttered softly under his breath as he tried to even out his breathing a little.

That had felt good. Beyond good. He didn't come that hard very often. But between fucking Lycus and having a masturbation session controlled by the Elf, he wasn't surprised that had been so intense.

It didn't take long from Lycus to come, giving a low moan as he released into his own hand before slumping back against the chair.

He didn't have any more energy, his body was spent so he simply lay there, gazing down at his Lover with admiration in his eyes.

Aleksandr was a beautiful creature, power and ferocity personified, and the Lycan belonged to him, physically and emotionally.

Alek rolled over, moving away from the puddle next to his hip.

"Sleeping now," he mumbled as he curled up.

He was tired and sated. Now was the best time to sleep. He could clean up and do whatever else he needed to do in the morning after he had woken up.

"Can we at least go back to our bedroom?"

The Elf muttered as he looked down at the man, he knew he wasn't going anywhere without Aleksandr, Gods forbid, he actually needed to man to carry him around his own house.

"Never mind, go to sleep."

He added as that after thought left a bitter taste in his mouth, he would rather not be seen bridle style, naked and hurting in the arms of his Lycan lover.

Alek hadnt even stayed awake long enough to hear what the Elf had said. As soon as he had rolled over and gotten comfortable, he had fallen into a heavy sleep.

He'd be laid out in that deep sleep until someone woke him up forcefully.

Almost immediately loud snores shook his form (and possibly the foundations of the estate).