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[the_dorian_gray]

Dorian ushers Ganymede inside their room, grinning.

"You really don't know what I'm talking about?" he asks.

He tosses Ganymede's shirt he'd picked up, along with the book, onto a chair before stalking to Ganymede. He turns his lover away from him, reaching around his lover to cup him briefly through the denim. His hands then move to the fly of Ganymede's jeans as he leans over enough to lick across a particularly vibrant welt.

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[the_cupbearer]

It almost tickles, that teasing lick, though there's discomfort from the welt itself still aching. Ganymede sucks in a little breath at Dorian's hands against him, a brief but insistent pressure, just another tease.

"I have never done that before," he explains, trying to work the jeans open though his hands keep getting batted away. "The only ways I have are on my knees, or lying on my front..." Honestly, before Dorian had taken to doing that, it had been centuries since Ganymede had last gotten sucked off.

[the_dorian_gray]

"Mmm. Then we're going to have to fix that, put you in all sorts of positions," he murmurs against warm flesh. "Going to show you all sorts of things."

His hands press and tease, stroke along the zipper, and only then does he allow Ganymede to go about removing the offending fabric.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede smiles at the little murmured words, biting his lip against keeping his back straight, and sighing when he finally dissolves into a slow, gentle shudder at the tickle of breath against the still-red welts. They'll take days to heal, especially across his ass, where they were the hardest given.

"Mmm...I like you teaching me," he says softly, letting the fabric fall and stepping out of it. He's getting hard, behind the denim, but isn't quite erect yet. "Like what you always want to do to me."

[the_dorian_gray]

Dorian makes short work of his own clothes, not even bothering to pick them up from the floor as he usually would. Instead, he turns Ganymede around to face him, cupping his lover's face and taking his mouth in a deep, thorough kiss.

"Taste good, pretty," he breathes between wet lips.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede kisses back, his hands going around Dorian's waist with a pleased hum. "I love it when you do that," he murmurs. "When you kiss me like that..."

He's close enough to Dorian's height that he doesn't need to stand on his toes to reach him for a proper kiss, and he takes advantage of that, scattering a few light ones across his partner's lips, and down the side of his throat.

[the_dorian_gray]

Dorian moans softly, tilting his head back and offering Ganymede his throat.

"Kissing you like that makes me feel in control, taking what I'd like from you."

[the_cupbearer]

He gives little bites, not hard enough to draw blood, but only barely. "I like that it does... Pleasing you makes me happy," Ganymede mouths against his throat, before pulling back enough to look at Dorian with a little smile.

[the_dorian_gray]

His eyes are dark, and his hands moves over welts, down Ganymede's ass, his fingers playing along the crevice.

"And please me you do, pretty, in so many, many ways."

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede arches into it, steady breath hitching at a very sore line Dorian's fingers play over. "You were...going to teach me something..." he reminds, though it's not as strong as it could be.

He wants to be touched all over, liking the pleasant soreness and sting from the marks on his back and ass, and the little chafed burns that make themselves known when his hands move. "Unless you changed plans...?"

[the_dorian_gray]

"Oh, no. Not bloody likely," he murmurs. "Go lay on the bed, on your side," Dorian orders, giving Ganymede's welted ass a firm slap.

[the_cupbearer]

He gives a soft and surprised little cry at the slap, though he moves to obey, sliding across the covers with a smooth shift of position to lay on his side, bent a little at the waist and watching Dorian.

"I think I see where this is going..." he murmurs, excited to try this for the first time.

[the_dorian_gray]

Dorian smiles, eyes hot.

"You are a bright boy, pretty," he practically purrs. He joins Ganymede on the bed, but he lays on his side with his head by Ganymede's groin, his own by Ganymede's head. His breath teases as tender flesh. "Bend your top leg, foot flat on the bed. I want all of you open to my mouth."

[the_cupbearer]

He does, and without needing to think it over, reaches his hand out to gently stroke Dorian's length as he listens. "Do you enjoy this?"

Oral sex was never one of his favorite things to do, but Ganymede has grown rather fond of doing it to and with Dorian. And having it done. He gives the tip, already wet, a considering lick, finding it incredibly arousing that he can look down and see Dorian doing this exact same thing to him.

[the_dorian_gray]

Dorian nuzzles Ganymede's sac, his tongue licking just behind it, along the sensitive flesh between sac and opening.

"I do. Do you, pretty?"

[the_cupbearer]

The teasing wetness makes Ganymede tense for a moment, arching up into it while he takes Dorian's cock into his throat, relaxing a little into the twisted position. "Mmm, I do, yes..." he murmurs, liking being able to give the same sensation he's getting from Dorian.

"I like sucking you off. It's good."

[the_dorian_gray]

A soft chuckle mixed with a moan rumbles up from Dorian, and he stops talking and focuses on Ganymede.

He takes his time, licking up Ganymede's cock, suckling on the head, and then taking him into his mouth and throat. Dorian is intentionally slow, enjoying the feel if Ganymede, the taste of him.

[the_cupbearer]

A little moan slides out before Ganymede pulls away, tickling the back of his throat as he swallows around Dorian's cock in his mouth, resting on one arm as he pulls back.

"Mmm...this is nice, and relaxed," he murmurs, giving the head a gentle lick before taking it between his lips again and sucking more firmly, barely scraping his teeth over it. "That is so very erotic, watching you doing that," Ganymede intones, "And feeling you."

[the_dorian_gray]

Dorian allows Ganymede to slip from his lips.

"Not everything has to be hurried, has to be about coming. There's a great amount of intimacy in this."

He kisses down the shaft, again laving and sucking at the sac, before he moves lower still, tongue moving over Ganymede's opening. He teases the sensitive flesh there while his hand strokes Ganymede.

[the_cupbearer]

The motion keeps him looking down, watching what Dorian is doing, biting his lips when he teases across sensitive flesh beneath his sac.

"Oh, that's good..." he whispers, turning his head to lay his temple against the arm still moving gently as he strokes Dorian's length. "I...have not been intimate with anyone like this, in a very long time," he murmurs. Never exactly like this, but intimacy itself was rare for him in any form. He suckles lightly at Dorian's cock again, before leaving it to lay a scatter of kisses around it, trailing up one hipbone.

[the_dorian_gray]

There's shiver and moan when his hip is touched by those lips, a place of intense sensation for him. He returns his lips to Ganymede's cock, sucking him in while his finger swirls around Ganymede's entrance, slowly, partially pushing in as he swallows Ganymede down to the root.

[the_cupbearer]

That gets a soft keening moan as he presses into the intrusion, for a moment absolutely suspended in pleasurable sensation as Dorian's mouth slides around him. Ganymede's hand tenses on Dorian's length, squeezing lightly when he feels that fingertip push into him.

Though he can't speak with his lips wrapped around his partner's arousal, the moan that bubbles up his throat vibrates around it when Ganymede pauses for a second, sliding one hand up Dorian's side, dragging his nails.

[the_dorian_gray]

Dorian sucks harder at Ganymede in response to that moan, and he gently works that finger into Ganymede -- just the one. He moves it in and out, matching his own motions on his lover's sex, his tongue sweeping over the head each time he draws up.

It was intimate and teasing, incredibly arousing, and he feels himself pulse a little on Ganymede's tongue. It felt wonderful, and he focuses entirely on pleasing Ganymede.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede's head falls back for a moment, mouth sliding almost off Dorian's cock at the matched motions. The dual sensation makes a heady mix, with the pleasure of what he's doing to Dorian.

That same hand slides a little farther to tease Dorian's nipples, just barely, as he takes his cock deeper and swallows around it several times, feeling his throat contract around the heated flesh, almost milking it, with a little pleased and needy moan.

[the_dorian_gray]

Dorian begins to slide up and down Ganymede with ever-increasing pressure and speed. His finger curves inside, stroking over the gland there, and he begins moaning non-stop. He allows his teeth to scrape a little.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede tenses when Dorian strokes against his prostate, arching into his mouth with a soft cry around his cock, wrapping his free hand around the base and working him a little faster, giving a tiny shiver each time Dorian's teeth scrape over his flesh.

He pulls away when he feels his body draw up tight, cheeks already turned pink from arousal as he looks down and nearly comes from the sight of Dorian's lips around him. "Close--I'm going to come, soon..." he moans, giving his lover a warning beforehand. He's quite unfocused on the task at hand, letting his head loll back as he strokes Dorian's cock.

[the_dorian_gray]

That warning only fuels him on, and he focuses on Ganymede's cock, his finger relentlessly stroking within his lover. He takes him deep, swallowing around him, using his throat to bring Ganymede over that edge.

Ganymede's voice, the fine tremble of his muscles, they were as arousing as the act itself, and it gives Dorian a deep sense of satisfaction to know that he causes it.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede doesn't last much longer, shaking and biting his lip when he comes with a gentle moan.

"Oooh, yes... he whines softly, tightening around the finger inside his body, feeling the contractions of Dorian's throat pull his seed from him as his lips slide over Dorian's cock again, sucking harder, trying to make his lover come as well.

[the_dorian_gray]

With the taste of Ganymede thick on his tongue and in his throat, Dorian pulls away, finger slipping from the tightness of the body. He groans, letting himself fall into the electrifying heat of climax, the pleasure sizzling up his spine. He trembles with a wet moan, his body emptying itself into that delightful throat, and then he goes limp against Ganymede's thigh and the bed, panting with a pleased, half-smile on his lips.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede swallows around the head of Dorian's cock as he spasms, feeling come slide down his throat with a little sated smile. He doesn't mind swallowing it, and cleans his lover with small, light licks when he's done.

The immortal shifts, then, moving to lay his head beside Dorian's thigh as well, staying in the comfortable position as they both soften, stroking his hip absently. "I liked that..." he murmurs. "I think that is the first time you have ever come into my mouth. It tastes a little salty, but I like it."

[the_dorian_gray]

Dorian chuckles with sated pleasure.

"I've usually been too preoccupied with your ass to think about finishing in your mouth," he murmurs.

[the_cupbearer]

"Few do," he says softly, nuzzling at Dorian's thigh with a gentle kiss. "I like sex with you, and simply being around you."

[the_dorian_gray]

"I like all manners of sex and positions and toys and games, so there is little I won't want done to you or by you," Dorian says, closing his eyes pleasantly as he reaches down to stroke through Ganymede's hair. "I'm glad, because I thoroughly enjoy time with you, however we spend it."

[the_cupbearer]

He leans into it, shifting so he can lay next to Dorian, with his head pillowed against his shoulder.

"I want you to teach me," he murmurs, a little sleepily. "Whatever it would please you for me to know."

[the_dorian_gray]

Dorian cuddles Ganymede close to his body, pulling the blankets up over their cooling bodies.

"What would please you?" he asks softly.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede doesn't answer immediately, giving a tiny sigh as he settles closer to Dorian, smiling a little at the warmth. It was funny, that after sex, even after having Dorian come in his mouth, Ganymede didn't feel used, or...anything else.

Just pleasantly tired, like he could stay here for hours. "I don't know..." he's close to the edge of sleep, and doesn't quite have the thought to stop there before something else slips out. "Belonging, somewhere."

[the_dorian_gray]

Closing his eyes, Dorian smiles, drifting pleasantly in that place between sleeping and waking.

"You seem to fit just fine right here," he murmurs.

[the_cupbearer]

"I like it here, with you," Ganymede murmurs, utterly relaxed for the first time in a long while. "I feel...loved," he whispers, the last real thought he has before sliding into a peaceful sleep.

[the_dorian_gray]

Dorian chuckles softly, opening his eyes to look down at Ganymede's sleeping form.

"We'll see how long that lasts, pretty."

Because it never seemed to.

He always loses what he wants to keep the most.