A/N So, okay, this chapter is mostly porn; I figure I should probably say that, just in case. I've only got one more chapter, one for all the resolutions and things, planned out for this fic; anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter!
I couldn't recall a single other moment in which I felt such… anything, really. My skin tingled and buzzed under his hands, alight with the joy of being touched, and I tilted my head back, my eyes closed, merely absorbing and enjoying it for a time, until I felt a light, teasing lick to my neck that sent me tumbling into at least slightly higher awareness as my eyes, however lazily, opened at last to look at him. He chuckled, and his body was so close to mine that I could nearly feel it vibrate through him and into me.
"You could at least do me the service of paying attention, Moses," he whispered against my ear, and I shuddered, my eyes fluttering a bit, all beyond my control.
"And what in the world do you think I'm paying attention to, if not you?" He chuckled, but it sounded ragged, as if he had been speaking for hours and tired his voice.
"You looked like you were daydreaming," he said, hand at last trailing down my chest, and I felt as though each touch left a line of fire. I shook my head, arching into his hand with a sigh as he worked his hands over me like a master, like he'd knew exactly where to touch to turn me fastest to a limp, weak man.
"Never," I replied, and he nodded. I think he might've said, "good" but the moment his mouth opened he tweaked one nipple almost harshly and I let out a low groan, pleased to at last be getting true, deep pleasure again as I wrapped my arms around him tightly.
He seemed to approve of that, because he kept working at the nipple with his fingers, and at last his mouth lowered to the other. My back bowed, my head pressing into the pillow and my lips clenching shut in a desperate bid to keep silent. He shook his head, tongue leaving one last lick before he glanced back up at me.
"Let me hear you," he said, "I want to know you want this, Moses." He sounded so serious, so solemn, where before he had been so playful, and I had no choice but to listen. I nodded my agreement, and when he put his mouth down again I'm quite sure that I let him hear everything he wanted to hear and more.
I'd never felt like this before, not really; with Tzipporah, it had been good, of course, but not so strong, and certainly not so sudden. Rameses nipped the nipple in his mouth at the same time that he squeezed another, and I whined, hands sliding up his back, his neck, to clutch at the back of his head. He murmured softly and kept working at me, not seeming to mind even as my hips jerked against him, my body seeking more friction, more pleasure, all at once.
I thought I'd go insane, he licked and nipped and sucked for so long, giving me nothing more, nothing he didn't want to give, until at last I was nearly begging without even realizing it, desperate for more, and I felt him smile against my skin as soon as the words began to pour from my mouth.
"Please, Rameses, I need… this is not enough," I tried, half-expecting him to start laughing, but he never did. Instead, he removed his mouth and sat up, his eyes warm and, if not precisely gentle, loving. Heat, and not all of it from arousal, bloomed in my chest, as I panted and squirmed beneath him.
"I had wondered when you would ask, Moses," he said, almost thoughtful, as he at last tucked his fingers under my shift, and, with a swift tug, removed it from me. I felt barer than I'd ever been, and perhaps a bit self-conscious, but he looked at me like he'd never seen anything or anyone finer before, licked his lips lightly, and shimmied, lithe and sinuous as a snake, down my body. I whined from low and far back in my throat, animalistic and more desperate than I ever wanted to admit, and only growing more so as his hands followed his body down, across my sides, over my belly, my hips, but bypassing where I wanted them most to settle on my yet-quivering thighs.
He pushed them apart just slightly, and I only resisted the gentle pushing for a moment until I realized that whatever he wanted to do, if it was only half as pleasurable as what had been happening, I wanted him to do it. However… it didn't really seem fair, me having all the pleasure and him sitting there, suffering, to give it to me.
"Rameses," I said, and he glanced up at me from between my legs with that dangerous, thoughtful look on his face. He only hummed in response, barely enough to show me that he had, in fact, heard me speak. "This isn't… don't you want me to do anything? Surely you are…," I paused, unable to think of the right words, and decided to make a vague gesture in as a replacement. He bit his lip once, very light, and looked too amused for words, almost certainly biting back the laughter I'd thought would've come earlier.
"I can assure you that I'll get mine, Moses; don't worry yourself over it. You can take care of me as much as you like later, I promise, but for now, let me deal with you." The words, said with such low, searing passion, made me tense for a moment, before at last I nodded, deciding that there was little that I could do beyond trust him to do as he saw fit for the both of us. I nodded, yet confused, but it ever there was someone I truly wanted to trust to lead me through something like this, it was him.
The almost smug pleasure that wafted off of him at my nod was nearly palpable, and he patted my thigh softly in what I assumed was reward as he wiggled even lower, until I could feel his breath against the hard flesh between my legs. Confusion battered me, for a moment, but then, before I could even ask just what exactly he planned on doing, I felt his mouth on me all at once.
I only barely managed to resist screaming at the sudden enveloping heat, and when he chuckled around me in response, the vibrations tumbling from him and into me, I wasn't able to resist it. The noise tore itself from my throat as I arched and writhed on the bed, my fists clenching in the soft linens. Rameses lifted his head for a moment with a vulgar, wet sound, and grinned up at me.
"What?" I finally managed, hoping the force of my gaze would return him to what he was doing, but he only grinned again, taking the moment to stretch over me, to the small table by the bed, and grab a small vial that was settled by his leg before I got a good look at it.
"I know I said I wanted to hear you, Moses, but I'm afraid I don't want the entire palace to hear you. You can make noise, but do try to keep it down just a bit. I know it's quite difficult, given how amazing I appear to be, but give it a try." I wanted to curse at him, for his presumption, and for his cockiness, but I felt only almost as strong as a crumbling pillar and I certainly didn't want to risk him leaving me this way. I relegated myself to glaring, and he snickered yet again, shaking his head as he took me into his mouth again. This time I managed to get the meat of my arm into my mouth before too much noise escaped, and I kept it there as he began to truly work, my head thrashing to either side and my toes curling and uncurling with the steady, if fast, thrumming of my pulse.
My free hand moved from the linens to touch his neck again, and somehow, having my hand on him seemed to ground me at least a little. He pulled back somewhat, his tongue laving the head instead of the underside for a time, one of his arms settling over my hips to control the jerking of me hips and the other sweeping steadily up and down my inner thigh.
I spread my legs a bit wider, not bothering even to be embarrassed now, and he suddenly took everything into his mouth and sucked hard, once. I keened around my arm, and the hand that had been on my thigh was elsewhere in seconds, grabbing the vial by his leg and forcing it open. His other arm left my hips for a moment as he used it to pour the substance, dripping and sweet-smelling, over his fingers, before he settled the vial at his side again and once more barred my hips.
I groaned again, the sound still slipping by the guard of my arm, thought it was quite muffled. He took me deep again, then, before I had the time to think about anything at all, and his tongue did something incredibly distracting that made me arch again, my legs surely going as limp as possible. I felt something probe at the opening of my body, then, slick and light, and it took me an embarrassingly long time to realize that it was one of Rameses' fingers. He managed to slip it into me with little resistance, and though the action burned a little, it didn't hurt, per se; more, I found it similar to the way my legs felt after a long run; aching, but satisfied.
Even still, I know I tensed, at least for a moment, but his mouth stopped that quite quickly, moving expertly too send me tumbling back into my previous loose, easy state. From there, everything seemed slow and careful, the single finger working me open expertly as his mouth kept me relaxed and moaning.
By the time he deemed me ready for a second finger, I already felt flayed to the nerve, every touch, every sound, every sight, buzzing through me so much faster, so much clearer, than ever before. I mumbled his name around my arm whenever I wasn't making any other noise, until it sounded as hallowed, as necessary, as any prayer. When his two fingers spread inside me, his tongue pressing against the slit of my penis, I screamed it, and not even my arm could hide it. I glanced down and saw the amusement blatant on his face, and almost wanted to do something childish, like stick my tongue out at him as I perhaps once would have, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Poor timing, I supposed, no matter how much he deserved it.
A third finger slipped in, then, almost as if he could see my thoughts and wanted another reason to laugh. My arm fell from my mouth and I yelped, arching again even against the solid hold of his arm. Still his name fell in a litany from my lips, now unimpeded, and he didn't even bother to mention the noise, now, likely enjoying himself too much.
His fingers moved in me expertly, stretching me open with ease, and I felt myself almost subconsciously twitching back against them, moving with him, finding a rhythm between his mouth and his fingers that left me satisfied but yet desperate for more. And then his fingers touched something within me that had me wide-eyed and gasping for breath, my vision flashing white. My reaction made him chuckle around me again, and that certainly didn't help; I was writhing and jerking like a madman, unsure of whether I wanted to buck towards his mouth or back against the sensation being brought by his fingers.
Yet again he was making me go insane with the waiting; there seemed to be no end to his patience as he stretched me, as he sucked me, even though I desperately wanted more, despite not really fully knowing just what, exactly, more was.
"Please," I whispered, over and over, interspersing it with nothing but his name and a few pathetic whimpers I never wanted to admit were actually mine. Another pop, and Rameses' mouth was off of me, but his fingers were still working me over expertly, leaving me a quivering mess.
"Please what, Moses. Tell me what you want." My eyes clenched closed with my lips because I didn't know what I wanted; all I could really say was, quite simply, that I wanted.
"Anything," I finally said, when at last it seemed he wasn't planning on doing anything else until I spoke. "Just, more." I opened my eyes long enough to see him nod, and his fingers slid slowly out of me. I was hard and aching, then, wanting nothing more than to come, to be touched and held in his arms like I never had been before.
"Alright. I need you to stay relaxed for me, alright, Moses? This will very probably hurt a bit at first," he warned, taking the vial again, but this time, rather than putting it on his fingers, his removed his own shift and poured the contents over his own penis, which looked just as hard and pulsing as my own. I felt a strange sort of pride, then, that it had been I who'd caused that, and I felt myself smirk when he hissed at the cold liquid. I might've felt bad for it, had he not been smirking and laughing at me the whole while we'd been doing this. He picked up my loose legs and draped them over his shoulders, then, and I allowed it easily, feeling the blunt pressure of him against my opening.
He pushed into me slowly, very, very slowly, inch by careful inch, as if he thought he'd shatter me if he so much as breathed too quickly. As he'd said, it did hurt a bit; the stretch was more than his three fingers, and certainly deeper, but it certainly wasn't too much to take. If anything, it only made it a bit more intense, more pleasurable, when at last he was fully seated within me, breath coming in harsh pants against my shoulder, his hands shuddering and squeezing my hips.
His own hips twitched a few times, aborted, and I wondered what he was doing for a time until I realized that he was waiting for me to tell him it was alright. I smirked again, at last getting my own chuckle, before I nodded.
"It's alright, Rameses. More than alright. Please, take me," I managed, and that, it seemed, was all he needed. He slid out smoothly, practiced and easy, and slammed back in hard enough that the bed jerked. I whined; he'd come so close to that place he'd struck with his fingers, and I couldn't imagine how much better it would feel like this, with him in me. I wiggled a little as he slid out the second time, trying to angle him where I wanted him, and it seemed he got the hint because he helped a tad, and when he entered me again, he did indeed hit that place.
I cried out; as I'd thought, it was so much more amazing, and I wondered how I'd missed something like this, something so wonderful, for so many years. With every thrust, my vision flashed and my body jerked and moans fell from my mouth. My eyes at last fell closed completely again, and I tried my best to move with him, but he changed the rhythm so often that eventually I gave in and let him move me how he wanted me, give me what he wanted to give me.
When I came, it actually shocked me, a little; he'd hit the place with in me particularly hard, and his hand had gone to curl around my penis, and with but a few more twists of his hand, a few more thrusts, I was pulled as taut as a bowstring and coming with a long, low cry. My body clenched around him, and his eyes flew wide, his pupils looking so large that I could scarcely see the deep brown of his eyes.
The sudden tightness tore a groan from him, and he squeezed me so tightly then that he almost surely left bruises, but then he was coming too, the feeling hot and pulsing within me. My penis twitched once, as if I had any hope of getting hard again, and he shuddered, my legs falling from his shoulders and his head thumping against my chest. I stroked his head, my lips parted and my eyes barely half-open.
I was tired and sated as he slipped out of me and rolled us masterfully so that I was lying atop him and his weight wouldn't hurt me as he collapsed tiredly. He flung an arm around my waist and twined our legs together, and even though I felt messy and a bit uncomfortable with his come dripping from me, I too was too tired to do anything about it.
"I do love you, Moses," he murmured into my neck, nipping again, probably sucking a mark into the skin. I nodded, stroking his chest with a quiet sigh.
"I know. I love you as well, Rameses; you know I do. I truly am sorry for what I said earlier, you know." He chuckled, nodding.
"I am as well, of course. The both of us have a poor habit of saying things we don't mean when we're upset. I'd have thought you'd have known that about us, by now." I laughed softly, as if afraid that doing anything too loudly would shatter the warm, glowing moment between us.
"I suppose there are some things I have forgotten. You'll have to make me remember," I said, and he petted my hair, curling a soft hand into it as he pulled me against his side and curled fully, protectively, around me.
"I wouldn't dream of letting you forget," he answered, and within minutes, the both of us drifted into a sound, easy sleep.
I couldn't imagine things going any differently, honestly; Rameses, it seemed, had held me more thoroughly than either of us knew, even before I'd left home. I knew that that wouldn't change, when we awoke, but even still, I feared how we would face everything. I feared how we would let anyone know. I suppose I simply feared.
Ah well; it was far from the first time I'd been frightened, and I assumed it wouldn't be the last. However, like every time before, I now had Rameses at my side, proud and brave and strong, and with his hand at my back I knew that we would both continue to stand.