Mozenrath brought Aladdin close sliding his hand up Aladdin warm spine and massaging the pressure points on his neck. "Are you alright…?" he asked and received and answer at the press of Aladdin's lips to his own. He took his time, sliding his tongue slowly over the bottom, then the top, slipping it in with a gentle nudge and felt a rich thrill through his body as Aladdin returned the gesture. Their mouths entwined, Mozenrath closed his eyes and let his guard down just a little.

Aladdin did not press more than Mozenrath was willing. Right now, patience and calm would develop better reactions than rough passion. He pushed in closer as Mozenrath dipped low grazing the edge of his teeth against Aladdin's neck. Suddenly Aladdin gave a gasp of delight, and Mozenrath repeated his movement to see what had caused it. At the top of Aladdin's neck, right where the hair line began, was a little spot of pleasure, a knot of tension that sent waves of need through the heros body. Mozenrath turned his head and nibbled along the sides of it, enticing a long, pleading moan from the hero.

Somehow, that stimulated him more than the gasps of pain had. Mozenrath groaned and pulled their bodies through the water and onto the seat, lingering over the area for a moment to enjoy the shivers it caused. He drew a cautious finger down Aladdin's sides, scratching them just enough to bring new sensations into the equation.

But Aladdin was not one to stand idly by. He started at Mozenrath's neck and kissed his way down to the creamy nipple, flicking his tongue across the wrinkled tip. He drew it over his lips and smoothed it with his whole tongue, tracing little figure eights around and around.

"Ahhhhh." Mozenrath made a noise that only excited Aladdin more, He reached over with his right hand and pinched Mozenrath's other nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. After a few moments he began to switch, but Mozenrath pushed him back, pulling Aladdin onto his lap and on his knees. The hero's chest was at eye level, and he ravished it up and down with plush, full lips. Whereas Aladdin preferred to lick, Mozenrath nibbled, biting down with just a little force, then sucking Aladdin's dark buds into his lips for more intimate stimulation. The suction made Aladdin's ass shake and Mozenrath actually laughed.

When he laughs, when he actually laughs, it's beautiful. Aladdin realized. No crude inflection or haughty snort. Without the angry taunting or derivative chuckle, the sorcerers laugh was deep and vibrant, a sound of contentment and good humor. He moved his nimble fingers down Mozenrath's cheeks and watched as the sorcerer licked across the length of his fingers, imitating a sensual fellato. His slowly bit down on the knuckle, dragging his teeth across the skin up to the tip. He took each finger in turn, enjoying Aladdin's shudders.

Aladdin dipped his hand bellow the water, finding his way down the wizards taunt abdomen as he sought out a half rigid member. His fingers wrapped around Mozenrath's cock, tracing from tip to base, then pulling it up to stroke. Mozenrath closed his eyes and let a breath of contentment escape him. Aladdin took his time, switching his grip to rouse the cock to it's fullest potential. Within moments it did not disappoint, and Aladdin put his hands under Mozenrath's arms to help lift him onto the edge of the tub. He wanted a full look at something that sweet.

Mozenrath leaned back, wondering what Aladdin was thinking as he knelt down to stroke him. Does he like it? Mozenrath's thoughts were obvious in his eyes and Aladdin smiled at him, kissing from his belly button, down his treasure trail, and licking around the tip. He watched the muscles in Mozenrath's thighs tense as he sucked the head in, tenderly lavishing affection with his tongue.

Aladdin felt Mozenrath's fingers entangle themselves in his hair, encouraging the down up motion, but not forcing it. He tilted his head and widened his eyes just a little, locking them with Mozenrath's. He moved his hands around from the tub's edge to under his lover, grasping Mozenrath's rear end and caressing it. Gingerly he sought out the entry, and probed it with an eager finger.

Mozenrath's breath hitched and he maneuvered so his ass was hanging off the edge, giving Aladdin better access to him. Aladdin put one of Mozenrath's knees on each shoulder, supporting his weight and bringing him closer. "Do you like this?" he asked quietly.

"Yes!" Mozenrath responded breathlessly as another finger slid into him. He made a wild noise of anguish and felt Aladdin move his mouth from cock to testicals, sucking one round organ into his mouth. He felt his pressure mounting inside, wanting to burst forth and fill Aladdin's mouth with male need. With years of practice, Mozenrath forced it down. Not yet, no he wanted to fill Aladdin with his seed.

Aladdin looked up in question as Mozenrath pushed him away, leading him by the shoulders to the marble on the floor. To his surprise Aladdin found himself flat on his back, legs splayed open and supported by Mozenrath's strong shoulder. "Moze…" he groaned out as the sorcerer took the hero's long member into his mouth, enjoying the ridges against his mouth. He pulled his lips along the base, having more practice than his partner, tilted his neck and took it in as deep as he could. Aladdin gasped and angled his hips, pumping up into that beautiful mouth. Mozenrath drank him down, determined to make up for what he had done. He had something he wanted very much to do to Aladdin. The question was weather or not he would enjoy it.

Aladdin didn't realize what was happening till Mozenrath had lifted his legs high, exposing his little pink star. "Mozenrath…? Moze what are you….augh!" He shrieked as Mozenrath tongue lapped along the tight little pucker that made his entry way. "Oh! OH Allah! Auuuurh!" Aladdin could not withhold himself. It was such a strange little vibration, Mozenrath's tongue tracing in circles around his ass, tenderly encouraging his passions

Mozenrath looked around at him, a little embarrassed to have done something so…so…naughty on impulse. "Do you like it?" he asked and saw a frantic nod of Aladdin's head. Confident, Mozenrath dove down, rolling his tongue in little patterns as Aladdin crumbled against him. He pushed his tongue in just a little, then slid it out to warm the outer rim again. Aladdin's muscles spasm against the foreign thrill. It felt so amazing he moaned something on impulse.

The sorcerer jerked his head up in surprise. "What did you just say?" his expression was far from angry, in fact it was somewhat amused. Aladdin laughed, turning bright red himself and repeated his words in a lower, more sensual tone. Mozenrath chuckled. "That's what I thought you said." He teased and slipped a cautious finger against the little tunnel. He almost stopped when he saw Aladdin twitch uncomfortably, but realized the hero was adjusting himself to make it easier. He moved his finger in and out for a few moments, letting Aladdin become comfortable with the feeling of something inside him.

Aladdin whined and pushed himself down a little more, wanting Mozenrath to understand that it was okay. He could feel the spot where he'd been torn a little, but the pain had ebbed, and the steady pressure of Mozenrath's finger was making him forget anything else. He gulped as another finger slid in, expanding him a bit more as Mozenrath pulled his fingers apart and slipped them back together. Aladdin winced, it hurt a little since it had been so long, but he weathered it.

Mozenrath noticed the wince but continued stretching him, bending down his neck to kiss down his stomach and around his shaft. He was losing himself in this, in the smooth contours of Aladdin's body, writhing in pleasure rather than the pain he'd intended. He kissed the tip of Aladdin's hardness and licked along it, his smooth lips sending tendrils of passion along the street rat.

As a third finger pushed it's way in, he took Aladdin deep into his throat, bobbing his head up and down as the curls bounced rhythmically. He pulled his digits in and out of Aladdin's tightness, expanding them just a little and closing again to prepare him. He saw Aladdin reach down to rub his hand over Mozenrath's cheek, clearing his face of hair so he could watch. "That's it Aladdin." Mozenrath slipped his mouth off, to speak. "Do you like to see me do this?" he asked and Aladdin whimpered a yes. "Watch me." He asked and Aladdin rested himself on his elbows to get a better view.

Aladdin whimpered internally as he watched. Oh Allah this feels so wonderful! His body was revealing it's desire at being toyed with in such a way. He was feeling the burning heat rise in his stomach, his thighs clenching at the prospect of being filled completely. He was a little scared as well, Mozenrath's member was admirably large. Harim had the legendary size that came with his race, but that was so long ago.

Mozenrath slowly wound his mouth around the tip, slipping it over his lips and licking the ridges up and down. He bent and slid himself down, inch by inch, onto the swollen need. Damn but this was turning him on so badly, his body was warm with excitement, his erogenous zones waiting, wanting something. But to combat all this, he was a little unsure. His earlier mistake made him hesitant, but in his true style, he was not going to show it. His body was used to being taken, possessed and thrust into. Now…the tables had turned and he was going to be in possession, he was going to delve into Aladdin's body and find that little key of bliss.

He was afraid.

And he wanted it.

Aladdin was a little nervous when he felt Mozenrath's weight bare down on him, he moved his hands along the sorcerers side, tickling against his flesh. He drew his legs open as felt Mozenrath settle himself at the opening, pressing his head against the sphincter. He propped himself up on his hands to stare down at Aladdin, waiting patiently, as if for permission. He whined as Aladdin's fingers closed around his rear cheeks, pulling him closer.

"Moze…please…" he begged. "Please I want it."

Mozenrath closed him eyes and took Aladdin's hips in his hands. With a fluid thrust he pushed himself inside, filling Aladdin's tight little tunnel to capacity. He felt the hard press of Aladdin's chest against his own, the hero's body curved towards him in acceptance as he began to pump in and out. He looked down just to be sure and saw Aladdin biting his arm, not in pain, but to keep from screaming in delight. A flash of evil came over his face and he pinned Aladdin's arms to his side, attacking the younger man with his tongue.

Aladdin bellowed his pleasure and arched fiercely into the sensation. "Yes…augh! Yes!" Mozenrath's thrusts were becoming more and more decisive, his hard cock throbbing inside Aladdin's tight little entry. He would back up till he slide out, angle, then plunge into bliss, finding a new area to stretch for his own needs.

"That's it Aladdin…ahhhhhhh." Mozenrath pulled his knees under him for better support and settled Aladdin's hips into his lap. He was slower this time, pushing himself inch by inch inside, spreading the tunnel more and more. His rhythm began to present it's self, he would slide in and out slowly, torturing the friction by allowing it a little at a time, then with sudden desperation pound into the hero, the fast pace stimulating the sensitive nerves inside.

Gods he's so wonderful inside. I didn't know it would be so warm and full. No wonder his own body had been so receptive of Aladdin's penetration, this was pure bliss! Mozenrath pushed himself in deeper and deeper, the soft smack of his testicals against Aladdin's body completing the sensation.

His own body in the thrall of passion, Aladdin felt himself being lifted off the pool side. He was surprised to find himself in Mozenrath's arms, being brought to the pile of pillows next to the balcony. "I didn't know you were this strong." He commented and Mozenrath laughed as he lay the hero down.

"There are a great many things you don't know about me street rat." There was a change to those words, an almost fond accent to the way he said them. Mozenrath pushed him down and entered him again, this time with more force and demanding. Aladdin whimpered and wrapped his arms tightly around Mozenrath, abandoning his will to the resistance. "Maybe I'll teach you…"

They were so tightly entwined that air would suffocate between them. The hard rubbing of male body against male body, curves so strange and unlike those of a woman, but with right partner, accepting, gracious, and wanting. Mozenrath entered him with more fever in every thrust and pulse, Aladdin screaming beautifully under his body. Gods! He wanted to find every little nook and cranny of this hero and fill it, possess it. He wanted to drive Aladdin wild with desire as the hero had done him.

And Aladdin let him, he wiggled himself up against Mozenrath's phallus, moaning as it went deeper. It had been a very long time since his body had felt this sort of touch, and he ached inside. But it was worth the little pain to open his eyes and see Mozenrath's face sweating, brow furrowed in pleasure. He gasped as it stretched his desire even more and gripped hard around Mozenrath's back, raking his nails down his sides. He bowed his head into Mozenrath chest to cover his desperate groaning.

The sorcerer looked down and lifted Aladdin's chin, lapping at his neck and whispering in his native tongue. He knew Aladdin couldn't understand the words, but the inflection was clear. He reached between them and took Aladdin's manhood in his hands, stroking it firmly. Aladdin's mouth opened wide in breathless scream as his arousal was tortured into need. "That's it Aladdin…come for me." He could feel his own member brimming with orgasm, but he would bring Aladdin with him.

Suddenly Aladdin curved into him, winding his fingers into the blankets as he exploded, the essence of his male body flooding out and into Mozenrath's hand. He called out the sorcerers name as he came, his soul escaping his body if only for a few instant. With a sudden jerk his was brought back, Mozenrath keeping him in pleasure. He felt the last few shudders within his body as his lover came inside him.

Mozenrath spent himself, a final groan of passion as he slipped down besides his lovers body, curling in close. "Aladdin…" he whispered, as if afraid to speak. "Oh Aladdin…" he felt a strong, warm kiss pressed to his lips and opened his mouth to accept it, draw it in and taste it. He heard a fond chuckle and opened his dark onyx eyes to soft brown ones.

"Call me Al."