The Thin Line
Okay, I was told last chapter by more than one person I got a little too hard core. I'm not sure if it was a compliment or an insult. But then my girlfriend read some of my stories and said "They're really good, but do you always have to be so brutal to Moze?" So I took her advise and did something semi-romantic. No bondage, no blood, no gore, no humiliation, no torture, no toys… Yeah I removed all the fun stuff I know. Still, it was fun to write something a little less hard core. Have fun reading folks and Gimmie those reviews!
S-Series Characters
D-Domination
TE-Teasing
BF-Bodily Fluids
YA-Yaoi
MO-Multiple Orgasms
OR-Oral
IAC-Insane Amounts of Cuteness
BUK-Bukakkae
DIA-Dialogue
FUT-Future
SHIP-Shipping
"Well now." The young man gave an impressed if grudging whistle. "You've been managing well since we last met." He thumbed a vase gently, looking at the faded but still brilliant paintings on the side. "I take it they didn't find everything from your little treasure chest." He eyeballed the man now locking the door behind them.
"Years have forced me to be a big more pragmatic and a little less trusting." He said with a slow smile as he snapped the last lock shut.
"Had to learn the hard way hum?" He said and put his bags down on the couch. "I suppose better late then never."
"You're a bit more jovial than I'm really used to." He said and arched an eyebrow at his guest.
"I'm faking for your benefit. Like many I have discovered that people leave you the hell alone if they think everything is chipper." He looked around. "So where is my room?"
Aladdin gestured to a door on the right. He followed the man patiently, waiting until he'd begun to unpack his bags before speaking again. "You've given up haven't you?" he said soberly.
Mozenrath rolled his eyes a took out a black shirt, hanging it in the closet. "Not quite. I found it." He saw Aladdin's eyes widen and shook his head. "Unfortunately it's been completely lost. The company that was supposed to be transporting the gem had a run in with some modern pirates off the coast of Cuba. There was an explosion and all attempts to recover the stone have failed." Mozenrath gave a somewhat regretful sigh. "Most people think it was melted down by the fire or at the very least is at the bottom of a very deep ocean."
Aladdin closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head. "What were we hoping to accomplish anyhow. That damn stone cause all this to happen. I doubt it would be able to reverse the process."
"Every spell…or curse…has a counter spell Aladdin. And often the key to it can be found in the original casting." Mozenrath said knowledgably and began unloading another bag.
"Gees Moze I've never seen a guy with so many shoes." Aladdin looked at the dozens of pairs in Mozenrath's bag. Boots, sneakers, no sandals but a nice selection of business shoes polished till they shone.
"I have no more shoes than I need Aladdin. And don't call me Moze." He snapped quickly. He paused for a moment. "Maybe this isn't going to work out."
"Mozenrath…" Aladdin took a deep breath. "Look, we discussed this already. It's not like either of us have anywhere else to go."
"So that's it then?" Mozenrath growled out. "Forced by circumstance."
"Can we just go one minuet without fighting?" Aladdin snapped.
"We haven't been fighting for the last six hundred years!" Mozenrath barked back, zipping up the bag.
"No but it always seems like whenever we get around on another it doesn't take long before one of us has to start something." Aladdin pointed out. "In fact every time we part ways it ends on a bad note."
"We've never been the best of friends Aladdin. Too much bad blood for us to ever be friends." Mozenrath coughed.
"You'd think by now we'd both be over it." Aladdin answered. "At least enough to share an apartment."
Mozenrath opened the window and the sounds of the world flowed in. Cars honking, people yelling, the smell of vending food wafting around the room. "I hate the city. Too loud and everything has a horrid odor." He crinkled his nose and snorted.
Aladdin grimaced. Mozenrath, he'd discovered over time, had the most amazing ability to ignore what he didn't want to talk about. "If you hate the city why did you call me?" he asked, irritated by this whole discussion.
Mozenrath didn't answer. "I'll finish up in here. I thought maybe we could go drinking tonight, my treat."
Aladdin shook his head. "I have to get up early tomorrow. My editor will go berserk if I'm late." He hesitated before leaving, wanting very badly to make this work. After all Moze was unpredictable. He could be here one night or a few years. It had happened before. "I wake up around six. If your still an early riser maybe you can get the coffee going. There's bagels and granola bars and cereal." Mozenrath gave a grunt for a reply and Aladdin shrugged his shoulders, leaving his old associate to unpack.
Mozenrath came back from the bar a great deal more sober than he intended to be. In fact he had spent the better part of the night nursing a very dry martini and watching as the people danced and flirted and snorted around him. He had even turned down an offer from a pretty blond who invited him back to her apartment. He'd rejected her a little tersely, not in the mood for dealing with waifs tonight.
Mozenrath had become somewhat accustomed to Aladdin's little habits over the centuries. This had not been the first time he'd come in late. For instance Aladdin always left at least one light on somewhere in the house. The drapes or blinds were always open to the east side so that the sun would come in and brighten the whole room. Every clock was always set ten minuets fast and so on. He chuckled and took a look at the coffee pot, setting it to start about ten minuets before Aladdin would get up.
Mozenrath took of his boots and coat and was just headed to bed when a sound squeaked out from down the hall. "Aladdin? You awake?" he called out an nothing answered. He pulled back his hair, winding it up into a pony tail. "Al?" he called again. A soft, muffled sobbing was coming from Aladdin's room, and Mozenrath frowned.
"Aladdin?" he asked and opened the former street rats door, not bothering to knock. That was kind of an unspoken rule between them. They knew one another well enough by now that secrets seemed cliché. "Aladdin what's going on?"
Mozenrath heard a strangled sob and something being muttered in a foreign tongue. He turned on the lamp on the bed stand and almost snapped the cord. Aladdin lay there on the sheets, all of them bundled tightly around his ankles as if he'd been too hot and kicked them away. His hair lay in black clouds on the pillow and his naked, tanned body glowed in the lamp light.
The sorcerer wasn't used to blushing, so it took him a moment to realize he was doing so. It only took him a second longer to realize the familiar look of pain on Aladdin's tear streaked face. He was tossing and turning in the bed in a panic state and Mozenrath shook him. "Aladdin! Wake up!"
"Nein! Nein! Stoppen Sie es! Stoppen Sie verdammt Sie! Lassen Sie mich gehen! Schicken Sie mich nicht zu den Todeslagern!" Aladdin spat out rapidly. "Stoppen Sie es!"
German? Mozenrath blanched for a moment. He never had a good grasp of the tongue, though he'd learned some other European languages. Aladdin kept screaming out the same words, fighting against Mozenrath's hold while the older man struggled to make out the phrase.
Nein was stop. Stop. No damn you. The last sentence confused him till he finally managed to work it out.
Death camps.
Hadn't Aladdin been in Germany right around the early 1900's? He had no idea how long the boy had stuck around but he remembered having lunch with him at a nice little bistro. In fact Mozenrath distinctly remembered warning Aladdin out of the country. He knew political strife and dictatorship when it began to rear it's ugly head having been the cause of it once or twice himself.
It was all to obvious to work out. Aladdin was a picture of middle eastern manhood. Dark skin, dark hair, almond shaped eyes. When the Third Reich had swept through, Aladdin had probably been caught up in it's midst.
Mozenrath knew what had been done in those camps. It made even his stomach turn.
He was a man who knew what nightmares were like. "Aladdin. Wake up." He shook Aladdin gently. "Wake up you dreaming!" Mozenrath said a little louder and grab hold of his shoulders. Aladdin's reaction was instantaneous. His fist came round like a boulder and collided with the side of Mozenrath's jaw, sending the leaner man to the floor. "Son of a bitch!"
Aladdin's eyes shot open and he jerked around for a moment, as if unaware of his surroundings. It too him a second to notice the cursing sorcerer on the floor, nursing his sore jaw. "Moze…" He shook his head. "Oh shit Moze…" In a sudden moment the whole situation seemed to come to a head. Aladdin put a hand to his forehead and began to chuckle.
"What the hell is so funny?" Mozenrath snarled and winced, his mouth hurting.
"You look…" Aladdin said between laughs. "So damn…" he swung his head and continued laughing on the mattress.
Mozenrath shakily began to stand. "Glad you find this so fucking amusi…"
Aladdin's laughter slowed. It took him a moment to realize that Mozenrath wasn't meeting his eyes. "Oh…" he blushed bright red and covered himself. But the sheets did little to hide the fact of his arousal. He was half erect, his manhood proud even in that state.
Mozenrath's face turned away for a brief moment. "I'll…go now." He said and headed for the door.
"No Moze. It's ok." He said and forced himself to regain focus. It happened sometimes when he laughed. He got a rush of endorphins and…well…reactions happened. He really couldn't help it. But he knew the reason Mozenrath wanted to remove himself from the room. "Look. How many times do I have to tell you I'm okay with it."
"Yeah. I know." Mozenrath said and opened the door.
"I mean come on I was here for the 60's." Aladdin said in a very nonchalant way, shrugging his shoulders. "I did a few things."
It was Mozenrath's turn to chuckle. "Aladdin I know you don't have a problem with my preference it's just…" He stopped. No sense in pushing it too far. He heard a startled intake of breath and winced. Aladdin was becoming far too perceptive.
"You mean you…" Aladdin felt his face and chest flush bright red and scratched the back of his neck even though he wasn't itchy. "Oh…oh…geeze Moze how much did you have to drink?"
Mozenrath burned too, but with anger in place of embarrassment. "Fuck you." He growled and headed out the door. He swung the hinge open and glared back at Aladdin. "And fucking stop calling me Moze!" he roared over his shoulder.
Aladdin winced as the door slammed shut. "Shhhhhhheeit." He groaned and threw on a pair of sleep pants and top. "Moze…Mozenrath!" he called. As Aladdin rounded the corner he saw Mozenrath fishing around in the coat rack, probably looking for his keys. "Mozenrath." He said in exasperation.
"What." The answer was short and abrupt.
"Come on…don't leave. I'm sorry I wasn't trying to be offensive." Aladdin swore. "It just kinda came as a shock that's all."
Mozenrath snorted.
"It's not like you ever even hinted at it at all!" Aladdin protested, resentment moving past his initial apology.
"You ever think I wasn't trying too!" Mozenrath shot back. "Damn it Aladdin you're…"
"What? What am I?" Aladdin hollered. "Say it!" He growled, waiting for the old insults to be flung. They could never just leave one another on good terms. It was always a fight that made the two part ways.
"Your all I have." Mozenrath whispered.
For a moment. Just for a moment, Aladdin considered pretending like he hadn't heard. "What?" he muttered, a strange mixture building in his chest.
Mozenrath rolled his eyes and turned back to face Aladdin, keys jingling in his hand. "Why do we keep coming together Aladdin? Humm? It would have been easy enough to never see one another again. It's a big world, easy to get lost in. If we both wanted to hard enough we could slip away in the crowd and never set eyes on one another." Mozenrath gave a ginger smirk. "And yet…every hundred years or so we find our paths crossing. Our trails meet and for a time we let ourselves walk the same path."
Aladdin nodded slowly, taking in the young wizards words. "Yeah but…that's just kind of natural for us. We're all that's left of our era Moze…enrath." He said. "Why shouldn't we gravitate…"
"We didn't gravitate Aladdin! We practically hunt each other down!" He snapped. "But even that is beside the point. Aladdin you're all I've ever had, if you want to think about it all the way back."
"So why didn't you say something?" Aladdin said. "Why didn't you ever try to…?" he trailed off.
Mozenrath laughed. "Your all I have. I didn't want to be all you had left."
There was a long, awkward pause. The clock ticked the seconds away, each one thundering in the room. The faucet dripped into the sink. The ice machine inside the double door fridge ran and dropped the chunks of frozen water into the bin. And still the two men looked at one another.
"Doyouwannagoonadate." Aladdin blurted it all out at once.
Mozenrath looked at him. "In English please." He said, although the tone didn't quite manage sarcastic flippancy.
Aladdin shrugged himself off the wall with a kind of youthful exhaustion. "I mean…do you…wanna give this a shot?" he moved a step forward, almost like trying to coax a cat from it's hiding place. "I dunnknow maybe…go on a date or something." He asked carefully.
You eloquence is astonishing. That was what he might have said, ten minuets ago. But inside his chest something was beating ferociously, refusing to be easily dismissed. "I don't want to date you Aladdin." I want to BE with you.
"I'm not interested in just being fuck buddies Moze, if that's what you mean." Aladdin said through gritted teeth. He'd endured a woman who only wanted someone in her bed. It left him feeling cold and futile. He wouldn't undergo that kind of forced rubbing again.
"No!" Mozenrath practically shouted. He shook his head and tried to find words to explain. "Look we don't have to do this at all. I can just walk out that door, send someone for my things tomorrow…"
"And what? Be stuck avoiding one another for another century." Aladdin finished. "I don't want that Moze." Aladdin took a deep breath and came forward a step. He's taller than me. Why does he always have to be so much taller than me? "Moze we settle this now, or we end it." He kept walking closer, giving Mozenrath no room to escape. "What do you want?" The heat between their bodies was building at a furious pace.
With a movement so sudden it was hardly seen, Mozenrath gripped Aladdin's shoulders and pulled him forward, pressing his firm, beautiful lips down onto Aladdin's. There was a moment, a breathless moment.
I'm kissing him…
He's kissing me…
Oh god…
Their lips opened simultaneously, a sweet smell of cologne and shampoo emanating from their bodies as Aladdin slipped his tongue cautiously against Mozenrath's. The sorcerer blushed furiously at the realization that Aladdin was initiating the motions. He could not suppress a moan as Aladdin continued, allowing their tastes to mix for an instant. He pulled back suddenly, both men still holding one another, but now just looking, the embarrassed blush obvious on both their faces.
It was Mozenrath who chose to move first, sliding his hands across the front of Aladdin's night time tank, splaying his fingers over the pectoral muscles and gingerly across the nipples. "Aladdin…I…" he felt a lump rise in his throat and tried to read behind those magnificent brown eyes.
"Say it Moze…" Aladdin whispered softly. "Just stop hiding from me and say it."
Mozenrath closed his eyes, his hair framing his perfect features. He mumbled under his breath.
Aladdin rolled his eyes. "Yes Moze. Of course I'll read you mind a psychically understand what your telling me." It was a desperate shot, but it worked. Mozenrath began to laugh quietly, the soft light in his eyes returning.
"I want you Aladdin." He said, suddenly just as serious as could be.
The couch was under them and they were pawing at one another's clothing. The air was thick with that intense, pre-sex vibrancy, the kind where penetration isn't at the top of your mind. Just touch, taste and smell.
Aladdin's shirt came off first, revealing his hardened abdomen. Mozenrath took time to feel it, running his fingers over each little divot and trail down to his belly button. He had wanted to caress Aladdin for too long now. He was like a man at a feast, so hungry he didn't know what to eat first. He rubbed Aladdin's taunt belly over, gripping it tightly as Aladdin squirmed under him. He was nervous, despite his claims of 'experience'.
There was a time when the sorcerer might have enjoyed that fearful twitching. But not any more. What he wanted more than anything else was to hear what Aladdin sounded like in pleasure. Did he moan? Did he yell? Was he a screamer or perhaps he bit his lip adorably, holding back any noise at all for fear breathing would stop it?
Mozenrath was dying to find out. But he realized he need to take it slow. Too much too soon and Aladdin would bolt like a wild mustang. He bowed his head to Aladdin's shoulder, kissing down them as the former street rat unbuttoned his shirt, letting it slide down over his pale back. "Aladdin…"
"Call me Al." he said and his breath stopped as Mozenrath bent to his chest. "Moze! Moze…what are you doing?' he panicked a little as the older man's lips pressed over his hard nipple.
"Shall I describe it to you?" Mozenrath arched an eyebrow, intrigued. "Very well." He said to Aladdin's widening eyes. "I'm going to be you warmed up Al. And I'm going to start…by taking your nipple…into my mouth." As he spoke, Aladdin felt the warm, wet cushion of Mozenrath lips close over his male breast. "I'm going to slide my tongue across it, feeling every little bit of skin as blood flows to your chest and makes you little nub all perky."
Aladdin turned bright red from top to bottom, his eyes rolling back as Mozenrath began to nibble around the edges. He took the advantage to explore, letting his fingers touch all over Mozenrath's body, feeling the soft, nearly feminine curves of the sorcerers flesh. The mans tongue was like a warm cloth, slipping and caressing his male areola. "Moze…ahhhh." He gasped and felt himself harden just as the sorcerer predicted.
Mozenrath kissed the heightened nubs and smiled. "Did you like that?"
"Yes." Aladdin said, his cheeks blushing shyly. But nervous as Aladdin was, he still wanted to push forward. There was something being uncovered her tonight, besides flesh. This had been a need boiling over for centuries, it was only now with their emotions running high that it could come to pass. Neither wanted to risk an interruption. "Come here Mozenrath." He said and began to slid off the silk shirt, pulling it away from Mozenrath's pale body.
Mozenrath showed no shame at being half nude. He didn't attempt to cover himself but let Aladdin take his time. He was not as muscular as his earthy partner, but the sorcerer wasn't without definition. His was a whip cord frame, each muscle hard and strapped to his body like a horse saddle. Aladdin took meticulous pleasure in testing out the way it felt against his hands. "Don't stop…" Moze encouraged, his own blood heating. God Aladdin touch wherever you want just don't stop.
Aladdin tugged at the zipper to the jeans, his fingers fumbling at the button and the sound of the snap coming undo echoing in the room. He darted his lips forward, kissing the little treasure trail there and nuzzling into the texture on his cheek. Enjoying each moment, his slipped his hands behind Mozenrath's hips and across his rear, catching the lip of the jeans in his thumbs and pulling them down.
Mozenrath was breathing so hard he flexed subconsciously. Aladdin uncovered his pelvis and chuckled in good humor.
"You go commando? Gah Moze…" he said and took seriouse pleasure in seeing a pink tinge come over the man's aristocratic face. His cock was unerect, awaiting stimulation and even so a healthy size.
"Oh and I suppose you've got a pair of tidy whiteis?"
Aladdin arched his thick eyebrow, a mischievous smile on his chiseled features. "Why don't you come find out?" he said and unbuttoned the top.
Mozenrath slid his finger down past the jeans, leaving them up around his hips as he searched past the rough denim. "Hum…not the right fabric. Cotton briefs?" he asked and Aladdin nodded, his face contorting a little as Mozenrath's nimble fingers found the opening in the front. "There we are…" he said and licked along the outside, his tongue flicking against the skin.
"Ahh…" Aladdin made a short sound and bit down on his lips, eyes shut tight.
"Aladdin..." Mozenrath said and made his way down the pelvis, undoing the pants until he had revealed Aladdin's manhood. "Oh god Aladdin…" Aladdin was half hard, his rod promising to be an impressive length.
"Wait…not yet. Not yet." He pulled Moze up against him, letting their naked bodies fall natural into place against one another. "I just…want you here for a moment."
"You nervous." Mozenrath taunted, a wicked smile on his face.
"No…just…well." Aladdin coughed, trying to summon up the courage to ask. "How…I mean do you want to…I mean I can…unless you want to" his gestures were erratic, but easy enough to figure out. After all there were only two positions.
Mozenrath very nearly lost control and broke down laughing. It was only the knowledge that if Aladdin became to embarrassed he would quit the whole idea that kept him from cracking up. "Aladdin…I thought you said you had some experience…"
"I do!" He protested. "But that was decades ago and well…" he half laughed. "Truth be told we were all high out of our minds. I could have fucked Nixon and not remembered it."
"Wait…then how do you know you…?"
Aladdin gave him a very stoic look. "It was my first time with a man Moze…how do you think I knew?" Mozenrath snickered, trying very hard not to break into a full laugh. Aladdin seemed offended and frowned deeply, the action giving his face a pouty expression.
"I'm sorry…" Mozenrath choked out between coughs. "I'm sorry…I know…" he gave a firm cough to steady himself. "I know it's not funny." He brought Aladdin's cheek close to his, kissing it and working his way across to the mouth and neck. "I'll open you first…make it gentle." He said and began to slip down along the torso. "I promise."
"Who says you get to be on top?" Aladdin started, but he wasn't really protesting. There was something about the familiar banter that made this easier. If things became too quiet it would feel awkward. At least this way they felt friendly, comfortable with one another.
Mozenrath took Aladdin's cock in his hands and began to warm it between them, humming as he brought it to full erection. "Oh my…" he hummed and began to slid his lips over to top. "Hummmm…uhhhhhh." He moaned as he began to pull it into his mouth, stroking the base with his tongue.
"Moze!" Aladdin gasped and arched his back, letting his thighs buck as Mozenrath took him in. Whatever didn't fit in his plush lips Mozenrath gripped firmly, pumping in time as he watched Aladdin's reaction. Sure enough, the former street rat was a biter. He made cute little noises behind tightly sealed lips, his face scrunched and almost pained as he endeavored not to make too much noise. "Nu-nu-nun-nu…" was all that escaped.
Well that won't do. "Come now Aladdin." Mozenrath said slyly. "Doesn't it feel good?" Aladdin nodded rapidly, still trying not to moan. "Well then show me." Mozenrath nibbled very gently along Aladdin's heavy testicals, sucking each one into his mouth like a treat. "Let me hear how good it feels." He began to stroke down the cock again, wiping his tongue across the darker mans sack.
"Huuunugh!" Aladdin bucked towards Mozenrath's attentions, his body twisting oddly as spasms of pleasure shot through him. "HAaaa!"
"That's it!" Mozenrath felt his breath grow hot and heavy. He tilted his head till he felt comfortably and took Aladdin's length into his throat for short spurts, wrapping his mouth as tightly around as he could get it. I need to make him come first. It'll be easier to spread him if he's in the post rush of orgasm. Mozenrath savored the taste of Aladdin in his mouth, bobbing up and down eager. He wanted to please Aladdin, he truly did. There was something about watching his long ago nemesis in the thrall of please he was causing that was exhilarating. Yes, it was partly an ego trip. But at the same time..
I want him to come in my mouth. I want to make him come and moan and cry out while I suck his cock. Mozenrath realized and gave a groan of his own as the though spurred him on.
God he's enjoying this! Aladdin realized and couldn't help himself. He pulled his fingers over Mozenrath's scalp and held him gently in place, thrusting forward faster. Sure enough to action only seemed to make Mozenrath more eager. He took Aladdin deeper and deeper, holding his hips and plunging down hard. "Mozenrath!" He hollered suddenly. "Moze…I'm coming…oh ahhhhhhhh! Moze…" he tried to warn him but the wizard made it clear. He had no intention of stopping.
Aladdin wailed as he came, his thick white seed spilling into Mozenrath's waiting mouth. Mozenrath's eyes came open with a start but he stayed, letting his tongue taste the sweet flavor for a moment before he swallowed. He gave a gulp. "Water." He said softly and Aladdin turned bright red, getting up from the couch to grab a glass and pour some from the fridge unit. He waited patiently while Moze drank it down, his face bent in shame. "Sorry." He whispered once his partner had set the glass on the table.
"For what?" Mozenrath said. "Oh that. Don't apologize. It tasted great…just thick to swallow." He said and hummed, pulling Aladdin towards him. "Besides, your going to return the favor…aren't you." It wasn't a question. Aladdin felt a shiver of excitement pulse through him as Mozenrath lead him carefully down between his thighs, across the treasure trail to the hard organ.
"I…I don't really…I want to…" Aladdin tried as he began to stroke the organ over, his shy nature showing.
"Do you want me to instruct you?" Mozenrath asked. It wasn't meant to be mocking. He was more wanting to know if Aladdin was the type who liked or minded being a little submissive. To his enjoyment Aladdin nodded, wanting to know how to please his lover. "Take the tip in. That's right…hhhaa.." Mozenrath said. The sight of Aladdin looking up at him for instruction was intensely arousing. "Now slip your mouth up and down…not too fast…just…like…that…" Mozenrath fell back against the couch, biting on his finger. Aladdin's lips were just as firm on his cock as on his mouth. "Ahhh…nahhhhh!"
Aladdin turned a fierce shade of scarlet but kept going. The organ was interesting in his mouth, hard and ready. He shivered a little every time he made himself go a little further, still looking up at Mozenrath's face for a yes/no expression. True he was inexperienced, only able to get about two or three inches in his cheek, but the rest was not left wanting as Mozenrath moaned.
"That's it…yes…ALADDIN!" he yelled and began to thrust steadily upwards, the sensation making Aladdin's hair bounce. But even with such beautiful pleasure, Mozenrath was keenly aware of how much Aladdin was watching his reactions He needed to take things another step. Show him that when it came down to the next action, everything would be alright. "Aladdin…open me." He said tenderly, looking down through half open eyes.
"Moze…I don't know how. What if I hurt you or something?" Aladdin said, taking his mouth off the pulsing organ.
"It's alright. I trust you." He said and grinned. "Is there any reason I shouldn't?"
Aladdin smiled and began to caress the plush rear, feeling along the ample flesh as he began to find his way in-between the tight cheeks. As his finger found the entry and began to press inside, Mozenrath went wild. He slammed back against the couch so hard he banged his head on the arm rest and cursed. "Shit…no!" he protested when Aladdin started to slid back out, afraid the profanity meant he'd messed up. "No! I just…banged my head…don't stop…Aladdin please…" he pleaded. Unsure, but wanting to know more, Aladdin pressed in deeper, shocked to hear Mozenrath whimpered in delight.
"Hmmmm….hmmhmmhmmmm," Mozenrath shook up and down, his body in perfect pleasure. It had been a little while since he'd allowed someone to touch him back there, but a finger or two certainly wouldn't injure him. He encouraged Aladdin deeper and deeper till he felt the knock press against his entry. "That's it….oh Al that feel wonderful." He whispered and bucked into his mouth. "Aladdin…ALADDIN!" he gasped, feeling the rush of orgasm charging through his veins. "Aladdin I'm coming!"
"Wha…?"
Mozenrath couldn't help himself. He broke down laughing, nearly falling off the cushions as Aladdin stared at him in wide eyes innocence. He hadn't understood it when Mozenrath warned him, his ears blocked by lush thighs, and had come away from the cock just a moment too soon. The young wizard's essence had hit him right across the cheek and eye.
"You could have warned me!" he said, not angry but embarrassed and miffed.
"I did!" Mozenrath answered honestly as he took a clean dishcloth and began cleaning it off. "I swear it, you just didn't hear!" He laughed as he wiped the remainder from his face and folded the dishcloth into the laundry heap. "It's a good color on you though…" his words were cut off by lips on his, Aladdin's body slowly making it's way onto him. "Al…" he murmured and their tongues wrapped around each other. "Al…"
"I need you to promise me something." Aladdin said out of the blue. "And look don't say it if your not sure." He held Mozenrath's eye as they pressed against the back of the couch. "Don't…" he sighed. "Don't…disappear. I mean…" he tried so hard to find a way of saying it. Sometimes they parted on bad terms, sometimes Aladdin would go to check on his friend and discover an empty room. One that looked like it'd gone unused for months. It was different before, when it was a casual friendship. But now…
Just not tomorrow alright. You can go later if you want to. If you have to. But don't just use me and leave. I don't think I can take it. Aladdin said inside his head.
"I'll be here when you wake up." Mozenrath promised and kissed him quickly. "I will." He lead Aladdin onto his lap, letting the younger man straddle his hips as their cocks pressed together. "Do you trust me?" he said and Aladdin nodded. "Then lean in." Aladdin pressed their chests together, jutting out his rear a bit as Mozenrath let his hands travel. He slipped his fingers between their pelvis and back between the cheeks, gently caressing the outer rim as Aladdin tried to control his breath.
"You said you trust me right? Well I need to trust you Aladdin. I need you to tell me if it hurts too much to take. I need your honesty, even if you think you can take it." He forced Aladdin to face him. "Alright?" Aladdin whimpered a yes and felt the odd pressure of Mozenrath's index finger begin to slid in. He winced and let a strangled breath escape. His chest felt pressed and awkward as Mozenrath made his finger twirl in little circles, pushing in deeper.
"Moze…" He gasped and closed his eyes as it went deeper. His muscles felt a little looser than he expected, though still quite pinched. Mozenrath made a noise of comfort and encouraged him and whine as loud as he wanted. The finger pressed in, a little harder now, and Aladdin yelped in pain. There was a space, just a few centimeters deep, between the entry and the tight tunnel of his ass. Mozenrath's finger had just crossed that barrier.
"Does it hurt?" Mozenrath asked and Aladdin shook his head.
"Just…weird…but good." He answered and Mozenrath nodded, kissing down his neck as he gave Aladdin the time to adjust. He made circles inside the little sphincter, trying to widen the little tunnel as best he could. When his second finger entered the same place, Aladdin shook, a spasm rocking his body. He hadn't been stretched that far before, it hurt in a bizarre way. The kind of ache that made you only want to probe deeper. Gingerly, he slid himself back a little, taking Mozenrath's fingers into himself a bit more.
Mozenrath was no fool. He forced Aladdin to wait, seeing the little beads of sweat pop up on his forehead. "I told you to trust me Aladdin." He said firmly and pulled the man back up a bit. "You'll feel it soon enough. But if I pull too fast your skin will tear." He warned. "Just relax. Let me do this my way." He kept his promise and began scissoring his knuckles apart, spreading the tiny entry way for something much bigger.
"Naaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Aladdin fell against him. "Moze…Moze your touching something…" His voice sounded almost in a panic. Mozenrath however only smiled.
"That's your prostate Aladdin. It means when I do this…" he crooked his fingers, grazing past the swollen ball of pressed. Aladdin wailed loudly, the pain taking a back seat to the blooming pleasure. "…you feel amazing inside." He did it a few more times, teasing what he knew was a sensitive spot for any man. Aladdin closed his eyes and cried out, his rear flexing for the main event. Mozenrath let the joy rumble though his hips and took the opportunity to use a third finger, pulling him open even further. Slowly he began to pump his fingers in and out, letting them go deeper and deeper until the knuckles hit the thin rim of the outside. "There you go." He said as Aladdin panted desperately. "How does that feel?"
Aladdin made do distinguishable words, just a long string of passionate moans. It was still painful, but the sharp edge had died down, leaving an odd pulling sensation through his groin and thighs. It wasn't entirely a bad ache. Just unrelenting and firm. He winced a little as Mozenrath succeeded in opening him just wide enough to fit inside and let Aladdin sink to the couch. Aladdin sighed in relief as Mozenrath pulled his fingers back, giving the man room for a moment as he caressed he tense inner thighs.
"Your so tight Aladdin." Mozenrath said and sank the warmth of his own pelvis down against Aladdin's. "I could feel you contracting around my fingers." He enticed and began to grind their hips against one another.
Aladdin moaned and brought him closer, his body expectant. "Moze…god Moze I want you inside me." He pressed his hands to the sorcerers chest, nibbling down his neck and shoulders. He was smoldering in his own body, every vein lit with need. He would have slammed in right away if Mozenrath hadn't stopped him.
"Do you have anything? Like lotion or lube?" The pale man asked, not wanting to enter him dry. He had debated licking the entry, providing a wild stimulation along with wetness. But it seemed kind of a kinky thing to pull off the first time. Better to go with something familiar. Aladdin nodded and directed him to a small box in the bedroom with water based lube.
Aladdin was waiting for him, a little calmer now but still quite breathless. He welcomed Mozenrath back with a kiss and a nudge towards him. He was ready.
Mozenrath slid the gel against the opening, waiting till he felt it warm comfortably. Aladdin actually laughed a little when he saw the title of the lubrication. Anal Ease. "How considerate." He said and Mozenrath blushed.
"What, you don't think I'm considerate?" he said and lay on top of Aladdin, spreading his thighs wide and bringing them against his hips. "I can be very conscientious of others needs."
"Yes, and you've proven it." Aladdin said and felt the tip of Mozenrath's cock just outside his pink star. "Moze…" He pushed towards it a little, prompting him.
"It's going to hurt, just a little." Mozenrath warned and began to press firmly inside. The lubrication provided just the right amount of give, letting his head pop inside with an audible sound. Aladdin yelped and went rigid against him, eyes open as he grit his teeth and tried to breath. "You okay?"
Aladdin nodded. "Yes…just…one minuet." He controlled his breath and forced himself to loosen a little more. Mozenrath's organ was a solid girth, opening him at least an inch in diameter. The pain was intense, but Mozenrath was patient, waiting till he felt Aladdin relax against him before pushing in a little further. "Ooooooooooooh!" Aladdin groaned as his body became more accepting of the stiffness. It was beginning to feel different, sensational.
Mozenrath repeated the process. He pushed in till he felt resistance, or till Aladdin made a pained expression, and then wait. He stroked along his torso, massaging his hips until the startling pressure went down. "That's it. Take as much as you can." He said and pushed in again, watching as Aladdin shook in unaccustomed tremors.
"Yes…YES!" Aladdin yelled suddenly, digging his nails into Mozenrath's back. "Yes…god right there!" He fell back to the cushion and moaned pitifully. His prostate had been touched, and swollen as it was it only took a little to make it quiver. "Moze please…!" he looked into Mozenrath's eyes, begging with his face.
Mozenrath let himself go. He thrust with powerful determination, landing his thighs against Aladdin's with the hard smacking sounds of penetration. Aladdin roared under him, returning it thrust for thrust. Each contact rocking both men across the couch. "Yes! God Al your so damn tight!" Mozenrath pummeled his little tunnel, his cock pulling it every different direction. It was perfect, the wetness slipping across their rubbed flesh, just enough to leave a little resistance. He took hold of Aladdin's hips and slammed inside, knocking him back against the pillows.
Aladdin went wild under him, pulling the sorcerer closer as his body was ravaged. There was no other way to put it. He felt ravaged. He felt strong and weak at the same time, his emotions and hormones rushing with the pure pulse in his skin. "Moze harder! Harder!" he begged and was given it. It hurt…but the pleasure of it went beyond any pain possible. His body, his skin and flesh was possessed, and Mozenrath controlled the actions.
Mozenrath groaned as the wet sounds called into the room. He brought Aladdin's lips to his, the rough thrusting motion jarring them both. "Al…take it. Take every last inch." He was in up to the hilt, Aladdin completely filled with his raging need. "Hnnnnnnaaaaaahhhhhhh!" he roared and felt the tightening of his orgasm. He was going to come again, but he wouldn't do it alone.
Aladdin whined as Mozenrath grabbed his cock, stroking it in time with each thrust. His thighs already pushed to the brink, Aladdin felt a near cramping sensation flood his senses. "Ahhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He bellowed and tried to buck and pump at the same time. Everything craved the touch, the taste, the fire consuming him. Mozenrath groaned loudly, thrusting so hard he lifted Aladdin off the couch. He sat back, pulling Aladdin on top of him and instructing his hips to push back. He was giving Aladdin control.
Aladdin pushed back and hair and flexed his legs, letting his body take all it could. How was it possible? To feel so pulled open and yet so full at the same time. He literally bounced back and forth, his thighs slapping against Mozenrath's. "Damn that feel so good." He said and Mozenrath chuckled, taking hold of his nipples and twisting. "NNNNNNNA!
"Come for me…come on my stomach Aladdin." He begged and bucked into the opening, taking it as deep as he could. He wanted so badly to know that Aladdin was in as much pleasure as he was. He needed to know the joy of it was just as strong for both of them.
Aladdin roared, his cock twitching as he came, the whiteness spilling onto Mozenrath's chest and ribs. The site of it pulled the sorcerer over the edge, bringing him to a great rushing orgasm. He filled Aladdin's body to the brim with his own male essence, gasping when Aladdin fell against him in exhaustion.
There was a moment where nothing was said. Nether man seemed capable of speaking, nether able to do anything besides breathe as their bodies slowly came down from the physical high. Finally, when the energy started to return, Aladdin groaned in agony as he slipped the cock from his body, pushing himself off gently. "Oh god…oh god Moze…" he whispered.
"If that's not a compliment…" Mozenrath responded, his chest filling with a shiver of joy.
"Was it…I mean…was I alright?" Aladdin asked, his eyes truly concerned.
Mozenrath almost laughed, but could tell it would only hurt his feelings. "You were wonderful. Are you alright?" he nudged the stretched opening with a finger and Aladdin winced. "Here…I'll get a warm cloth." He returned with a steaming wash towel, tenderly touching the entry as he cleaned his seed from inside Aladdin's body. "Better?"
"Yeah." Aladdin said and tensely reached across the couch to touch Mozenrath's chest. He had the same desires as anyone after sex, the need for contact and affection. He was hesitant however, not sure what Mozenrath would be like. Maybe he was like most men, preferring not to be touched.
Mozenrath started, but slowly covered Aladdin's hand with his own. "Do you want to go to the bedroom?" he asked softly. "Yours has the bigger bed." Aladdin nodded and they joined one another in the bedroom, Mozenrath drifting off to sleep while Aladdin lay there, eyes open and wide awake.
Will he keep his promise? He wondered secretly, looking at the beautiful face as Mozenrath slumbered. Will he still be here when I wake up? If I had asked myself that only a few hours ago I would feel sure he'd be gone. But now, after he's shown such…tender affection. Aladdin was a little sore, his sphincter pulled open, but the pain had long since died down. He was left with a simple feeling of satisfaction and contentment. Was it possible that only a little while ago we were arguing over shoes and gems. And now…
He will be gone when I wake tomorrow. Aladdin sighed and closed his eyes, feeling for sure that he was right and nothing could be done about it.
So he was not shocked the next morning to see the pillow beside him empty, the imprint of Mozenrath's head still on the sheets. Aladdin reached across to touch it with his hand, feeling that the sheets were cool. Honestly Aladdin, what did you expect? he whispered and sat up in bed, eyes down cast and lonesome. "Mozenrath you son of a bitch…" he grit his teeth and slammed his hand to the sheets.
The bathroom door opened suddenly, releasing a great deal of steam into the room as a figure stepped forward. "What did you say lover?" Mozenrath asked, towel drying his hair. "What's wrong?" he said, catching the look on Aladdin's face. His eyes were wide in surprise, his mouth open in a half smile. "Aladdin...?"
Aladdin shook off the expression and stood. "I called you a son of a bitch." He moved closer and chucked the sorcerer on the shoulder. "Betcha used up all the hot water didn't you." He stole the robe from around Mozenrath's body and headed in to clean himself off.