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The Gem of Peace (Yep & Ryoka Sulfinare)

Sylas meant to shake his head, but the resulting motion would have looked more like a twitch to an observer. "There needs to be a..." He trailed off when Souta started pulling up his shirt. For the first time since laying it on him, Sylas lifted his hand, but only long enough for the other teen to finish what he was doing. His eyes widened infinitesimally when the muscles were revealed. The real thing was better than a mental image. "...a connection..." He finished, his hand returning to where it had been. Now there was no barrier. The feeling of skin against skin, the feeling of Souta's hard stomach without the softness of his shirt being in the way, was blissful.

Without thinking, he lifted his head, his mouth going to the only thing it could reach: Souta's ear. His lips brushed against it, as that was all he could really do when it was just out of reach. Still, he didn't move his head away. "Let's go to a more secluded spot." He put his hand back where it had been before--the joint of Souta's arm and shoulder--and pushed, hard enough to try to get him moving. Once the teen was off of him, he wasted no time on getting to his feet, and as soon as both of them were standing, he took the other male by the wrist to lead him past the edges of the clearing.

During the brief walk away from the others, his conscience shouted a single order: Don't do it. But he couldn't obey; he was far past that point now. He wasn't even aware that he was shaking--not from nervousness, but out of excitement--although it was faint, probably enough to where it would go unnoticed by Souta.

They didn't go very far from the clearing, but Sylas decided they walked far enough. They were still close enough to the others, but they would be free to do whatever they pleased without worrying about one of the other three waking up and seeing them. Turning to Souta, Sylas gently pushed him against the tree, his hands on his hips. And for that brief moment, he hesitated. He had a basic understanding of what to do to work a man to the high of orgasm, but all of those times he had been led to perform whatever sexual act the other person desired. This would be the first time where he had more of a free reign. His eyes danced over Souta's body, this motion perhaps just visible in the little bit of moonlight that filtered through the canopy.

"Souta," he said, calming down enough to look the teen in the eyes. His left hand reached up to his cheek. "If I do anything uncomfortable to you, let me know." Right after saying that, his gaze drifted to the Chosen's lips. It lingered there for a moment, and as he wet his own pair, he wondered what it was like to kiss someone. So he leaned in, letting them meet. He inhaled through his nostrils as he shoved his right hand up Souta's shirt, rubbing up and down his stomach once, twice, before rising up to his left nipple. He played with it with his index finger, feeling it harden beneath his touch, but it was the kiss where his attention mostly resided. Sylas moved the hand that was on Souta's cheek to the back of his head as he pressed in further, moaning.
 
Souta passively listened to Sylas as his simple seduction seemed to do what he hoped for. Souta listened when he heard that there needed to be a connection. He didn't ask what kind of connection but he was curious about what Sylas meant.

Souta breathed out feeling the other teen's lips brush against his ear, but hearing him suggest that they go to a more secluded spot; this made Souta move without being reluctant. Even with them male's push he would have moved willingly. Although he grabbed his gloves before getting up. He did not forget the responsibility that they needed to be ready. Earlier during the night; Souta had buried the gem next to a tree. It was why he didn't have the gem on him right now. With all the traps he had set up -- and had spent a good long time doing so, he would know if anybody would be approaching the camp. He couldn't keep these traps up forever, in particular when he had to go to sleep because it would eventually strain his energy too much, but for his watch it would be okay. They would have plenty of warning and Souta truly felt like he needed this.

Grabbing his gloves, Souta followed in hand with Sylas until he stopped. He hadn't noticed the other boy's shaking, although he wasn't shaking from excitement, he certainly felt it. Souta allowed himself to be pushed against the tree. Souta's eyes watch Sylas's own as the other teen looked him over. His muscles flexed once again to try and gain more approval.

He needn't have worried about it though as Sylas approached him, speaking and before he could say anything, was leaning in, to kiss him. Souta did blink a little bit in surprise at first, but he did not pull away. Rather, the teen closed his eyes softly and let Sylas have the moment and waited until their lips met. If their lips were not meeting befpre, Souta would have lightly gasped at the teen shoving his hand up his shirt, if they had, Souta would have made no sound and instead, tensed his muscles even more for the touch as he worked his feet slowly to slip his boots off. He had a feeling he would need them off soon so better to start now. When his left nipple was touched, Souta moaned in Sylas's mouth as it began to become solid almost instantly. He felt himself pushed further into the kiss. Souta's own hands rose up to Sylas's hips and pushed his hips forwards as well as his own.
 
Sylas let Souta control his hips, and he hummed another moan when their bulges met. He broke the kiss and opened his eyes, glancing down at where they were connected. His hands went down to the other male's waist, and after thrusting against him a couple times, he grabbed the hem of Souta's shirt. He lifted it up, sure that Souta would understand what he wanted him to do, and as the younger teen raised his arms, Sylas slid his shirt off the rest of the way, throwing it to the ground, just off to the side.

Now that Souta's torso was exposed, Sylas reached his head down, flicking his tongue at the Chosen's right nipple before bringing his lips to it, sucking on it a moment. After giving the other nipple similar treatment, he kissed his way down Souta's stomach, feeling it rise and fall beneath his lips, and as he did this, he lowered himself until, at last, he was on his knees and his head was level with the other teen's pelvis. His eyes sort of crossed at what was jutting out right in front of him, just centimeters away from his lips. He slipped the tips of his fingers underneath the waistband of Souta's shorts and began to pull them down, stretching the front of them to get them around his dick. When he did, he let them fall the rest of the way, his gaze settled on the other male's six-inch erection. There was just enough moonlight to where the pre-cum gathered at Souta's urethra glistened a little.

Sylas' lips had slightly parted at the sight, and he opened his mouth more to take in the head of Souta's dick. He rolled his tongue over its tip, lapping up the salty fluid, before taking in more of the Chosen. The feeling of his thickness filling his mouth was rather intoxicating. It was the first time he truly enjoyed having another male in his mouth. When he reached about halfway down his shaft, Sylas pulled back toward the head, then down again, starting up the motions.
 
Souta too opened his eyes when the kiss broke away. His eyes only half opened though and his pupils were quite dilated with the sexual energy running through his blood. As Sylas grabbed his hips and thrust him forward Souta complied to do the same. Groaning inside of his throat at the feel.

Souta immediately responded with raising his arms up as Sylas pulled his shirt off. The tufts of his dark brown hair that was on his armpits revealed for a moment before he dropped his arms back down slowly. He withdrew a breath feeling the tongue against the nipple along with the cool night breeze blowing on his bare skin. He silenced himself initially but he soon remembered they secluded themselves more from the others. With that in mind, he ceased to restrain himself and soon moans came forth from his lips. He knew his nipples were a pleasurable sweet spot. By the time Sylas was on his left nipple, Souta couldn't hold his head up anymore. His weight was more leaning into the tree as his head had fallen back with his eyes closed, continuing to let out seldom moans of enjoyment. They didn't cease when he kissed down his stomach, but did when he was pleasured no more albeit only for a small time as he felt the fabric of his waist slip down. Souta stepped out of his shorts and brushed them aside when they dropped down to his ankles.

He lift his head and opened his eyes watching as the other male seemed to be pleased with his girth. His breathing increased as the male's mouth moved closer, and then once more another moan released his lips. He struggled to keep his head from falling back as the tongue lapped his head. After the first movement and when Sylas began was pulling back in for more. Souta's head fell back, and his arms moved behind him slightly where his hands planted into the trunk of the tree behind him and his fingers dug into it. There was only one minor detail bothering him though...

"Sylas..." Souta moaned quietly. "You see... *unh*... me... but I don't....*mmh*... see you..."

Souta was naked while Sylas still had that heavy robe on. It wasn't fair. Souta was curious to see what was under all of that fabric; especially between his legs that he had felt against his own rump earlier.
 
During the sucking, Sylas had his eyes closed, just wanting to focus on the actions he was performing. He had done this many times before, although it had been a while, but this was the first time he was doing it willingly. And for the first time, he truly enjoyed it. At one point, he tried to take more of Souta in, but when he felt his head prod the back of his throat, his gag reflexes kicked in and he slid back up his shaft.

It was right after that when Souta spoke. Sylas looked up, his green eyes meeting the other teen's blue ones. He pulled away with a light popping sound when his head passed his lips. "Sorry," he said, his voice hushed, mostly because he didn't want his voice to be too easily heard by anyone other than Souta.

He stood up and reached to the side of his gi, but realized that would take a little too long for his liking to undo the two sets of ties that held the shirt closed. Instead, he pulled it over his head and threw it to the ground. His swimmer-type build had abs in the making, and his pecs were lightly defined. His biceps, though, were the most pronounced. With his shirt taken care of, he slipped out of his shoes before pulling down his pants and underwear, revealing his circumcised dick standing at its full length of six-and-a-half inches. Like Souta, he too was leaking pre-cum. A thin bush of dark pubes sat above his package.

"See?" Sylas asked with a light chuckle. He stepped closer to Souta and took one of his hands. He guided it to his dick, inviting him to touch it, while, with his other hand, he wrapped his fingers around Souta, gliding them over his slicked-up length.
 
Souta groaned slightly more in volume when Sylas had attempted to take more of his member, but it was just barely noticeable. After the popping sound, the younger teen panted but lifted his head up to watch Sylas strip his clothes. Souta's pupils dilated at the sight. Overlooking the other teen, he watched as Sylas moved closer to him. "Indeed, I do." Souta whispered back in response. He almost seemed absent minded for a moment, almost not responding to where his hand was positioned to Sylas's own dick. Souta eventually to move his hand; but more at the moment feeling the other boy's manhood; as if touching it was telling him aspects about it.

Eventually, Souta's hand down at the other boy's manhood explored a little more. His hand going through the bush of pubes, and dipping below underneath to soon get a hold of the other boy's balls. Souta held them firmly but certainly not in any method to cause pain, as he began to gently massage his orbs. It was by now Souta let out an initial solid moan from his own member soon being pleasured once again.

Souta raised his other hand up now, planting his palm at Sylas's lower stomach, and very slowly feel the boy while making his way up. A very slow process, but he took in every muscle he could. As he wandered up the chest, feeling his pec muscles, Souta would take a time to rub over the teen's nipples. Eventually choosing his right nipple and soon pinching it a little bit and lightly pulling on it, which may cause a moderate amount of pain but certainly pain that wouldn't last longer than a few seconds after he was done. Once Sylas's nipple was completely rock hard, the wandering hand would move to Sylas's back, and push his chest forward as Souta's face moved in; his lips would envelope the nipple and began sucking it hard with passion. The odd time he would bring his teeth together to give it a light pull as he moaned on the treat in his mouth to send vibrations through. As he did this, his hand that was massaging his orbs down below would travel slightly back up, wrapping around Sylas's member again before beginning to slowly start up the motions, although gaining in speed over a period of time.
 
Sylas' breathing started to grow heavier when he felt Souta's hand on his dick. Absentmindedly, he stroked the other teen faster while he reached up with his other hand to rub over his chest and stomach. He looked down, watching Souta explore, and when he felt his hand on his balls, Sylas decided to do the same to him; he unwrapped his fingers from his shaft and moved down to his balls, cupping and massaging them.

At the feeling of Souta's hand on his stomach, he flexed his abs, allowing them to become more prominent, and he lightly winced when his nipple was pinched. The pain was a tad uncomfortable but still enjoyable. What came next was what really got him going, though. A moan passed slightly parted lips at the feeling of the other male's lips on his nipple, his chest lightly rising and falling. The hand that had been traveling over Souta's torso moved to the back of his head for encouragement, lightly pushing him in while still allowing his head to move during the time he bit at it. When Souta moved to his dick, Sylas did the same, keeping a steady pace as his hand danced up and down his length. He reached his head down, kissing the side of Souta's neck.
 
Souta expressed out a weak moan from his lips as his orbs were touched. Much like his nipples, his balls too, were a sweet spot for him. Encouraged however by Sylas's hand at the back of his head, Souta continued to keep up with his pleasuring of the boy's hardened nipple, if else, giving even more passion to his suckling and light nibbled tugs when the hand was placed. The younger teen bent his head to the side slightly to open his neck more. The movement wouldn't have hindered his progress on what he was doing to the other male's chest.

With his one hand still beating Sylas's meat at a pretty good pace now, the hand that was behind Sylas, pushing his chest into Souta's own lips, slowly slid down towards his rump. The invading hand would give quick, harsh squeezes to the older teen's cheeks a few times as he explorer, passing over his crack a few times, but never invading into it, at least not yet, and possibly wouldn't unless either hinted to do so, or driven to do so enough.

Feeling he had stimulated the right nipple enough, Souta lift his head slightly, only to move his way over to Sylas's left nipple now. Rather then pinching this one to be hard and ready, Souta opted to use his teeth since both of his hands were busy. He used his teeth for the majority of the task of hardening the boy's nipple, with light nibbles and pulls, it ironically was easier with the pain than with his fingers as Souta was being cautious not to bite too hard, and thus struggled a bit to get a decent grip. Still, he was doing the job at least well enough to accomplish the meaning of making the nipple solid, and once done; if done, would resume back to the same tasks he had been doing a moment ago with his mouth. His hand beating the other male's meat, would stop momentarily to give his stick a squeeze. Any liquid that would seep out, Souta would run his fingers and thumb over the head, using it to lubricate up the other male's stick before resuming the pumping motions yet again.
 
Sylas continued his assault on Souta's neck for a few more minutes, moaning a couple of times when he felt his cheeks being squeezed. Every time he felt the other teen's fingers pass over his crack, he half-expected him to reach down to his hole. That was what most of the men had done to him in the past, so he was a little surprised when Souta didn't. Still, he didn't say anything just yet. When Souta began to switch to his other nipple, Sylas pulled his head away from Souta's neck to let him move, and his hand fell away from the back of his head, too. His head fell back a little from the feeling of Souta's teeth working on his nipple. That, plus the feeling of Souta spreading his pre-cum over his dick really got him going.

All the while, Sylas was still stroking Souta's cock, his pace having picked up around the time the other teen had switched to his other nipple. To give his other hand something to do, as well as give Souta a little more pleasure, Sylas reached up to one of his nipples, rolling his fingers over it and occasionally pinching it. This lasted for several more seconds, and all of it was great, but Sylas was beginning to want more. "Do you think you could suck me?" he asked, his voice hushed. If Souta agreed, then he would take the hand that had been playing with the younger male's nipple to his hip, guiding him so that he could spin the two of them around, with Sylas' back turned on the tree instead of Souta's.
 
Souta let out breathy groans as he continued to work on the boy's nipple. Occasional times, he would release his sucking to have his tongue constantly flick Sylas's stiff nipple rapidly, with his tongue, teasing him with it for a time before resuming. At least for a little while longer before he pulled away completely, feeling that although the task probably felt good still, it may have been getting a bit repetitive, and he needed time to soak into his own pleasure. Sylas was, after all, pumping his meat faster and he of course felt the hand going up his chest. It didn't take long for pleasure to soak in. Soon Souta was moaning all over, his weight completely surrendered to the support of the tree as even his head fell back with his eyes promptly closed as his pelvis rocked slowly back and forth, his inexperienced thrusts trying to match Sylas's pumping.

His nipple receiving treatment erected in its own way and it was that what was driving him crazy enough along with his shaft being played with, which made his head slowly and softly roll against the tree in his pleasure. He tensed his chest muscles so he could be accepted better, arching his back slightly to do so.

When the question came, Souta didn't answer at first except for an aray of moans or soft groans displaying his pleasure. Eventually he managed to gather enough will power to speak though.

"It'll... be my -- mmm... first time..... sucking.... ohh...." he sighed. He licked his lips and after yet another lengthy groan, tried speaking again.

"But -- ohhh.... I'll try..... to... unh... unnhhh......"

Souta's head craned back as his eyes squeezed tight as he soon let out a gasp of ecstasy. Sylas would have to initiate stopping the treatment; Souta was not going to move himself. Assuming he did, Souta would take his time panting for a moment; his member leaking pre-sperm quite heavily.

When pulled from the tree, Souta would bend down onto one knee, staring hard at the other teen's member in front of him. Lust took over his pupils. His hand roamed through the other teen's hairs. But soon moved away, only for a moment, as his head went under the male's legs, turning his head, he angled as began kissing the other male's testicles along with working his tongue to preform slow licks. He only did it for a moment or two, but enough to possibly send shivers up the body. Without much delay, his mouth moved to the side of the others' shaft, and began licking the underside of his rod. His lips rubbing against the top and bottom of the rod as he moved against his length; but not actually taking the pole in. After few minutes of this foreplay, probably seemingly forever for Sylas, Souta would pull away.

"Are you sure my mouth would be enough? Would you rather it in me instead?"

Depending on what Sylas said, would depend what he would have done. If Sylas confirmed he wanted to have his blow job, then Souta would proceed to envelope his member with his mouth, and began the ritual of sucking; hard and slowly; although admittedly not too deep, for it was the first time Souta had taken another manhood into his mouth; which he seemed to hold no regrets to. His hand would also hold Sylas's shaft, and slowly pumped it back and forth. Of course, the longer this went on, the faster Souta's movements would become, as he got more used to it. Even working just a little bit deeper here and there.

If Sylas wanted Souta's suggestion. Than all the teen needed to do was turn himself around; leaving him vulnerable.
 
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