____Pandora's Prize_____(OctopusPrince x Xinavee)

[Xinavee]

In those last few moments where the drive towards the edge of climax overtook life itself, Arwen’s body quaked all over, forgetting to breath as his mind turn around and around in impending blackness. He called out Samir’s name, “Cum with me. Mine. NOW!” Wither Samir did or didn’t wouldn’t really matter since Arwen was unaware of everything save for his release. Now, after so long it seemed, he was falling, again and again and again. His body seizing with the force of such an intense orgasm.

As he fell forward, dazed and panting, and still not quite seeing right, his arms would wrap around Samir and pull him close into the tight embrace of his arms, shielding his body with his own from the world and cooler night air. Arwen breathed his breath, resting his head against Samir’s but resisted coming back to reality for several long minutes, preferring the pleasant hum of his body, the way his skin still tingled in waves of sensation, how his body sizzled wherever Samir’s skin touched his own. “A little bit longer Samir, let us stay in this place, you and I a little longer.”

Opening his eyes, Arwen would brush the hair from Samir’s face, let his thumb trace over brows and then cheeks and lips and chin, pressing the last down as he leaned in to taste Samir’s mouth with his tongue and feel him again on his lips, drinking him in with a deep breath in. His hand would lower to coil down and tease the sensitive soft skin of Samir’s lower abdomen, not quite touching his shaft as he lifted a bit of the oil higher and traced it over the slaves chest where his heart would be. The strong heel of his thumb and hand, caloused and rough, though smoothed by the oil, would press there after feeling the beat of Samir’s heart and watching the pulse at his neck before letting his hand lift higher again to grip the back of his hair and pull his mouth higher again for another searing kiss. This one passionate and speaking of the hunger that though sated was far from gone.

At last, Arwen would stand from where they had lain upon the rug, only to lean down again to lift Samir into his arms and carry them into the bedroom, “You sleep with me. Remember.” He would say, laying Samir down as he climbed in beside him. “Are you pained?” He would ask, his fingers tracing lightly up and down Samir’s upper arm and shoulder. “Let us forget all of the days troubles.”

 

[OctopusPrince]

Samir toppled into his climax upon Arwen's command, his breathing caught in his throat only for it to well up in a moan on high, his body arching beneath Arwen so much that his head tipped back into the carpet, his eyes closed as he felt both his own vibrant orgasm and Arwen's seed spilling into him, their muscles pulsing together in a way that made Samir almost believe, romantically, that they had linked in spirit as much as in body. As Arwen spoke, Samir took a moment to find his senses and translate what had been said to him-- stay like this. He almost laughed, because he would, gladly, forever. If only the world allowed such a thing. He tipped his head adoringly into Arwen's touches, and when his hair was pulled at to draw him into a kiss he did not resist it, boneless and sated beneath Arwen and content to return his passion, to show that he, with his master, had been satisfied.

It was a relief to be picked up, for as soon as Arwen pulled out of him he gave a groan of disapproval, his muscles inside clenching around nothing and already beginning to form an ache. They should have used more of that oil, he realized, but it was too late to be concerned with that now. He let Arwen take him up and leaned into him, thankful and feeling perfectly safe. Of course they would sleep together-- he would have it no other way. In fact, should Arwen ever banish him from the bed they might share for many nights, he felt sure already that he would come crawling to its edge to beg for reentry. When he was set into bed, he immediately curled into Arwen's warmth, only opening his eyes to glance fondly at him when he spoke again, the gentle trail of Arwen's fingers along his skin comforting.

"Yes... it is in the past now. And I am fine, my master. I would trade such small pains for such great pleasure without a second thought." He assured, for he would ache tomorrow but he had no intention of letting Arwen see him in any sort of discomfort. "Do you feel eased?" He asked, reaching out to stroke at Arwen's cheek, rolling to press to him and allowing their vastly different legs to tangle, his slender and long, Arwen's powerfully thick, but both of them warm beneath the soft blankets of the bed. "It would be my pleasure, that you are feeling peaceful, now." He whispered gently, pressing a tender kiss to Arwen's lips.