The grunt reverberated down the body, all the way down to where the blue limb disappeared into Nihlus' open mouth. It was a feral sound, coming from deep in the pale turian's chest, sounding louder than he had ever heard him before. Usually Saren was a quiet lover, and every noise he managed to wrench out of him was a victory worth celebrating.

This was the first time he was going down on him. It wasn't as though he had avoided it, it just hadn't really come up before. The man was usually too hungry, pinning him down on the first available surface, driving in between his thighs almost before his plates even had a chance to loosen. Nihlus chalked it up to Saren being Saren. The controlled and cold turian that everyone perceived him as was mostly a front. Nihlus knew better. He knew the storms of emotion that raged underneath and it was only when one of the waves washed over the edge that Saren finally snapped, already too far gone to think beyond the need in his body.

Nihlus liked it. It made him feel wanted. His mentor had once pointed out to him that he probably worked so hard for everyone's approval because he had been shunned from society his whole life. It might be true, it might not. The only thing the apprentice knew was that he loved how the older man shoved himself deep in between his lips. The way he had forced him onto his knees, grabbing his fringe in a fast grip before trailing the tip of the emerged and already weeping length along his mouth-plates.

Nihlus took him deep, feeling how the back of his throat filled with the soft head reshaping against his walls. Pressing his tongue up on the underside, giving in to the impulse to take him even deeper. The brown pubic-plates had opened a long time ago, exposing him to the air in the ship. But now it throbbed between his legs. He just wanted more. Wanted, needed even, to give his mentor pleasure. The keening moan worked it's way out of him on it's own, singing out his lust for the man.

The grip on his fringe grew firmer, talons digging into soft skin. Saren sneered viciously, his lower tones shooting electrical currents of pleasure through Nihlus. They told of hunger, of need, of how much more he wanted, was going to take. A blue, forgotten length by the floor twitched in response.

Pulling out, Saren held his apprentice's head fixed before going back in, grunting in his low bass tone. Out again, setting up small quick strokes, muscles working under white skin around his hips. Nihlus chased the head with his tongue, lavishing it with licks and swirls when it entered his mouth over and over. Soon it was hard to keep up with Saren's pace, and he almost though he was going to come before he thrusted his pelvis forward, going deep enough into Nihlus' mouth that his gag reflex took over.

That granted him another sound of approval, so he made the muscles contract around the limb on purpose. Saren sneered again in that way that told him just how good it felt, there on the edge of too much. He withdrew almost completely, going back in, just as deep, and Spirits it felt so good. His head stuck in the older man's grip, him fucking his throat over and over again. He didn't even care of how he had to gasp for breath every chance he got and he was only half aware of how he himself was giving out sounds of pleasure.

Saren hissed in a breath.

"Shit, Nihlus," he moaned, increasing the pace. "You're so deliciously sexy like that. Taking everything I have to give."

Nihlus growled in response, now unable to ignore the pulsing in his loins. His hand going down to stroke the length begging for attention.

Maybe it was too much for Saren, because a second later Nihlus felt how the talons dug into his fringe hard enough to hurt. How the limb pulsed and expanded in his mouth. The old Spectre ground his teeth together and growled, driving one last time deep into the other man's mouth. His nose meeting with pale pubic-plates as he was held firmly.

The first spurt of liquid hit him in the back of his throat, the next he couldn't feel because his mouth was already over taxed, filled with the older man. He tried to swallow whatever he could, but he felt how the excess ran out through his open mouth and down his chin.

Saren pulled out and let go of him, looking down at the brown turian, seeing his own fluids dripping from mandibles and lips, one hand on the still hard member between muscular thighs. Apparently that did it for him, because he threw himself over Nihlus, tackling him backwards, down on the floor, before quickly making his way low, towards his crotch.

Yeah, Nihlus liked it when Saren snapped like this.