Imotept stepped forwards hesitantly, his muscles rippling with the small movement, naked skin stretching elegantly over his huge frame. This caused Jonathan to unconsciously pressed against the door, shifting uncomfortably as his shoulders and butt made contact with the cold wood., eyeing the large erection nervously. Licking his chapped lips he then bit the bottom one until it tingled pleasantly, turning a rosy red. His bottom half thrust out unintentionally at the self-induced pleasure, his eyes closing in utter bliss, harsh pants exhaling from his nostrils. A wet tongue licked his crown, circling roughly, before enveloping him whole. The feeling was incredible, as if he where melting. Then suddenly, something much more hot enrobed his erection, burning him, sending godly amounts of satisfaction all across his body. Hips swinging erratically, legs twitching apart, eyes snapping open, hands cupping the back of the now kneeling mummies head, he moaned. The pleasure that was mounting inside of him was so awesome that he couldn't describe it. His thoughts spun wildly, but he managed to realize that the first touches had been his mere fantasy.
"S-stop, I'm going t-to…" Jonathan's legs began to give way, his toes curling, mouth making the shape of an 'O'. Realizing that he was having a major affect on the British man, the mummy began to hum, sending jolts throughout Jonathan's whole being. At which point Jonathan began to thrust sporadically into the heat until at last he reached his climax and let his semen shoot deep into Imotept's throat. Gasping for breath, he lowered his eyes to the most amazing sight he had ever witnessed. The golden mummy was lowered over his penis, the remains of his orgasm shining white on his lips, skin seemingly glowing in the moonlight that entered from the crack between the dull brown curtains that covered his window. Burning ebony eyes blazed with power and what Jonathan could only hope was lust. Taking a deep breath, he slid his pale hand across the strong jaw, lifting slightly, and pushed the priest backwards until he was on top of him, so that he could whisper some words into one of the beautifully crafted ears.
"Let me, please," the plead in his voice had won over many others before, including thugs he had stolen from and whores he happened to pick up, but it didn't affect the toned man before him, who leaned closer, letting his soft lips brush against the outside of Jonathan's ear and his chest rub against the smaller Englishman's. Sharp teeth grazed his neck, sending shudders of enjoyment everywhere.
"No, tell me about you," it was half an order half a request, made impossibly sexier by the fact that it was said in ancient Egyptian, his baritone voice echoed in the room. It was stated almost as if the fearless mummy was scared of hearing the answer to his question, which he himself was terrified to remember. Tears began to sting the ends of his eyes, his face flushing brilliantly once again.
"I, well, okay, but first… Let me," this time he was a little more forceful, his hands already gripping the large erection in front of him, the tip of his tongue playing with the slit. It appeared that Imotept couldn't respond, his eyes widening in silent shock, brows drawing together in something akin to pain, mouth opening slightly in awe. It reminded him of the time when Evy had begun to read that spell from that golden book , the one that took away the handsome mummies immortality. Only this time more relaxed and lightly flushed. He looked… Happy… For once. It amazed Jonathan to no end. How many expressions could this usually stoic man really make?
"Never, has anyone touched me like this," Imotept breathed out, eyes narrowing in bliss, his large and calloused hands gripping Jonathan's silky brown tresses. Jerking up, he slid his whole manhood into Jonathan's hot throat, enjoying the soft tongue that caressed the pulsing vein on the bottom of his penis. Exhaling gently, he felt the bobbing of the smaller man's head, and enticed him to go faster with a barely audible groan, "good." It appeared to work, seeing as Jonathan moved quicker. The mummy noticed vaguely that the British man succeeded in doing this while remaining soft to the touch, his fingers flicking like the brush of a hawks wings against his thighs, nose burying only for a second in the curls of his black pubic hairs, lips sliding like water across his length. But he remained as warm as the desert sun, clumsy, but precise. Experienced but at the same time abashed and awkward. His pale white skin glimmered with the contrast between his tanned one, teasing him to eat it, mark it, do something that would make it his. This feeling, he began to understand, was not only because of the amulet. It was partly his desires. He had wanted someone to love him, and it turned out that this man was the one that did. Or at least, he hoped so. He didn't trust love so much anymore, since the one he had tried so hard to get denied him of everything. His thought where cut-off as whiteness screened his eyes from pleasure.
"No one?" Jonathan moaned, the taste of Imotept's salty semen on his bruised lips. He looked straight at the priest, his hands on either side of the muscular legs. Strong arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him up, until he was nose-to-nose with the sexy man holding him. He couldn't help but gap at the perfectly curved nose, sunken eyes, and edgy eyebrows. It was the first time he had actually observed the man this closely, and carefully. Not to mention how strong he was, able to lift him like a mere child. It seemed to make him all the more manly, more handsome. Jonathan stared in obvious admiration at the flawlessness of Imotept's skin. It was as smooth as silk me decided.
"No one," Imotept replied abruptly, "Now as you promised…"
"Okay," Jonathan leaned back, biting his lips in a nervous habit.