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"Thank you." He moaned, a warmth, a pleasure blooming at the base of his spine.
"You are welcome, though it is simply the truth that I share with you." His Master's
fingers traced the bones of his face: cheeks, nose, lips, eyes, and eyebrows.
Hokonnen's eyes closed, a soft moan escaping him. That touch fascinated him. Enthralled
him.
Sint was so thorough, fingers touching lightly but surely. Not even his ears escaped Sint,
and then his Master's fingers pushed through his hair, tracing the lines of his scalp. He
soared, his sorrow and worry dissipating, nothing but love within him.
Bending, Sint pressed soft lips against eyelids, his nose, his cheeks; just as with the long
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fingers the touches were warm and careful, slow and intense. He knew he had Sint's
entire focus.
"Master." He would offer Sint anything. Everything. All he was.
"Yours, Hokonnen." That focused touch continued down his neck, so gentle and yet so
sure.
"Mine." He began to move, dancing for his Master, his lover.
"So beautiful." Sint's fingers tugged at Hokonnen's robe, pulling it up and over his head.
"There. Oh, there we are. My own." His Master's eyes were alight with pride and love.
"Yours. All of me." He was unashamed, felt beautiful as Sint looked upon him.
"Oh, yes." Sint's gaze held his. "All mine. Every single part of you, body, heart, mind and
soul." Sint's kiss stole his breath from him, owned him, and gave him breath again. His
world stopped, his focus total, complete.
Starting at his shoulders, Sint slid those warm fingers down over his body. They dipped
into his collarbones, tickling and teasing.
He reached for Sint, hands sliding up Sint's arms.
"Mmm... I love your touch." Sint's fingers found his nipples, stroking over them.
"Yes." His nipples, hard with scars, went tight, begging for Sint's touch.
Those teasing fingers circled them over and over. The light in Sint's eyes grew teasing.
Hokonnen pushed into the touch, body demanding before his mind reminded him to
obey.
Sint kept circling until Hokonnen moved back, accepted his Master's will, and then those
fingers grabbed at his nipples, pinching them.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay still, remain quiet.
"It is so hard for you, but that just makes you more beautiful when you submit." Long,
warm fingers slid down along his belly, teased into his navel.
"For you." Only for his Master. Only for Sint.
"I would have it no other way."
His hips were traced, Sint skirting around his prick, moving down to cup his balls. They
drew up, there was no way to avoid that. Sint's touch was so perfect. They were rolled,
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stroked, and then Sint's fingers pushed behind them, sliding against the smooth skin
behind. "Spread a little for me, my own."
He spread easily, eagerly, wanting nothing more than Sint's approval.
"Mmm... yes. Perfect." Reaching back further, Sint stroked across his hole and back to
his balls, over and over, the already sensitive skin becoming even more so.
"Master." His toes curled, the muscles in his thighs going tight.
"You know, other Masters bind their novitiate's cocks in order to keep them from
coming. But you are bound by my will. And that is something only those in the Gold
Shard can truly understand, appreciate." The maddening touches continued.
"I will not disappoint you, Master." Not for any reason.
"I know." Sint's mouth covered his in a hard kiss.
"I have faith in you."
His left nipple was taken between Sint's lips, his Master's tongue lashing at the hard
point.
"I know you."
The next kiss graced his belly, warm and soft.
"I love you."
His Master's mouth wrapped around Hokonnen's prick and took him in to the root. He
screamed, entire body fighting the urge, the need to come, to spend himself. Sint's bald
head bobbed, going down on him twice, before his Master pulled off, stopping to press
the tip of that hot tongue into his slit.
"Oh, the gods shine in you, my own. There is such strength inside you -- it will save us
all." Sint took his hands. "We will share our bed and make love." The warm eyes
twinkled at him. "I'll even let you come. Eventually."
"Y...yes. Yes, Master." He followed Sint out into the hall and then to their bed, prick
painfully hard and bobbing. "As you will."
"Yes, indeed." Sint laid him out on the bed on his back, gaze like a touch as Sint took him
in.
"My Master." He stretched, spread, offering all of him.
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Sint pulled off his own robes and hung them up with careful movements, but he could see
Sint's limbs trembling slightly, betraying Sint's need. His Master was the most beautiful
of men, regal and fine.
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