"Fuck! Saren what the fuck! I can't... What are you... Hng, ah!"
It was one of life's great joys, to have Nihlus at his fingertips. The young man panting and squirming, purring and moaning at every stroke and caress he doled out. Right now was one of those moments.
Saren had him flat on his back in bed his own weight keeping the gyrating brown hips down on the covers while he lavished the young turian's genital slit with his tongue.
"Hrng!" Nihlus let out in a furious breath through his teeth. "Let me... Ahng! I need to... Let go! Fuck, Saren!"
It only caused the old Spectre to smirk triumphantly against his crotch. He was keeping the plates that would otherwise spread and let the blood filled limb out, halfway shut with his fingers. It was a technique that would drive any man up the wall, and he loved being the one who did it to Nihlus.
Dipping his pointed tongue into the slit, past the soft tissue of the sheath to the weeping head further in, Saren gloried in the obscene sounds his partner was making. Nihlus had always been a vocal lover, a fact no one in Saren's position would be able to dislike. But every time he did this the younger man showed the color of his upbringing. Cries and curses he wasn't even sure were proper words rained down on him. He would have slapped the boy upside the head had he spoken like this in a different setting. Funny how he didn't seem to mind right now.
Snaking his tongue around the head behind Nihlus plates, he continued further along the hot shaft. He had to struggle to keep the fighting hips still beneath him, but that only stoked his own fire. He loved how he was struggling to overpower his trainee, the satisfaction when he succeeded so much greater. It made him throb hard between his thighs and he couldn't keep the impulse of grinding down on the soft covers in.
"Spirits, you're so sexy, when you do that," Nihlus breathed above him, so just to stoke his fire Saren did it again.
Really, he wanted more, so much more. He wanted to feel Nihlus wrapped tight around him, his talons digging into his skin as he took him viciously until they both would fall into a heap of exhaustion. Patience, he told himself. He'll beg you for it soon enough. Saren wiggled his tongue, making the young man pant in want.
Further in he delved, in search of something he knew would tip the turian into a mist of frenzy. It was as if Nihlus was anticipating it, his muscles cramping, his breath becoming more restrained. The air in the room was electrified with tension and sexual frustration of not being allowed to come. The feeling of his soft tissue against Saren't tongue was slowly driving him to serious distractions. He wanted that feeling on other parts of his body.
The whimper that came out of his trainee when the tip of his tongue finally reached that spot deep inside him was both desperate and helpless. Two strong hands clamped down on his fringe, keeping him steady, lips pressed against pubic-plates.
"Please, oh by all Spirits, please," Nihlus whined while Saren massaged his insides.
See? Told you so. His mandibles flared in a satisfied grin before he prodded against that spot hard one last time, pulled up and let go of his plates.
The scream that ripped from the brown turian was entirely pleasing, his voice rough and raw with the violent pleasure that flooded through him. He slipped from his sheath faster than Saren had ever seen before, the filled extremity bursting with a convulsive pulse. Strands of white liquid spurting out over his chest and stomach.
When the man finally came to he found his mentor sitting between his legs, hand absently stroking himself and with a ferocious look in his eyes.