All at once, a breath caught in Agron's throat and the blood in his veins coursed faster. His lips became still, abandoning purpose so that he may lift his gaze and seek out the other man's own. Nasir responded to the loss of contact with a small whine and a worrying of inside cheek with teeth.
"Please." He whispered again, tipping his head back further still, begging wordlessly for Agron to return to task, yet still the man hesitated.
"Are you certain this is what you truly desire?" He questioned. "You once expressed concern that love for me might force a need before it's time. I would not see that happen now, or ever. Heart would seize within chest if I…"
A firm but gentle finger pressed to his lips called halt to words.
"I no longer fear as I once did. Nor should you. I know my own mind Agron, as I know my own body. This is what I desire. You, are what I desire. Do not make me wait another moment."
Agron smiled, softly, hand reaching to cup Nasir's chin, thumb sweeping teasingly over bottom lip.
"I am no more able to deny you now than I have ever been. I live and breath only to see any and all desires met."
Once again he captured the smaller man's mouth in a kiss sweeter than any that had gone before. Soft but needy moans escaped both their lips, mingling together in perfect harmony. Nasir's arms crept around his waist, his hands resting lightly a moment before beginning their dance across heated skin. He lay back against what served as bed, tugging the gladiator with him delighting in the feel of rippling muscle flexing beneath taut flesh as his hands moved higher. Oh how he had missed this.
Agron's kisses trailed lower once more, lips and tongue lavishing attention upon the same spot, still sensitive from earlier ministrations, in the curve of his neck.
"Yes. Yes." Nasir breathed, his body coming alive with pleasure and excitement.
He felt Agron's hand upon his chest, sliding beneath his coat, pushing it to his shoulder, not to remove but simply to expose. The hand roamed his flesh, stroking, caressing, a scratch here, a pinch there, teasing until Nasir was squirming and panting and arching into the touch.
"Find voice Nasir." Agron murmured against his skin. "I would hear the words from your own lips. What is it you desire from me?"
"More." Nasir rasped. "I desire more. Your… your hand upon me, please Agron, I… I need…" His voice abandoned him then as Agron's teeth joined his lips and tongue, nipping gently. Nasir's mind was lost to pleasure, no more words would come, only moans and whimpers so he conveyed his need they only other way he knew how. He place his hand on top of Agron's, stilling it briefly before twisting his wrist and guiding it lower, over his belly to the top of his bracae and further.
He was already to full thickness and achingly hard when Agron slipped his hand inside, wrapped strong, sword callused fingers around him and gave long, slow stroke. He gasped loudly, back arching deeper, hips rocking as he sought firmer touch from pleasing hand. But Agron it seemed, was in a mood to tease, to draw out the pleasure, to make it last, and would not grant that touch. Instead he released Nasir's length and slid his hand lower, cupping the heavy sac that hung beneath and massaging with his palm.
As he did so, an errant fingertip dipped unintentionally between the cheeks of Nasir's rear and though the younger man did not speak out, Agron did not miss the small jolt and tensing of muscles that resulted. It spoke of yet lingering fears, fears Agron would not see fed by too eager or too intimate touch. Hand quickly returned to previous position on Nasir's cock, stroking, squeezing.
He tore his lips away from Nasir's neck to look into his eyes, half afraid that they would now hold doubt, but he saw only trust and love and a passion, equal to his own.
Another kiss was shared, this one desperate and sloppy and thrilling beyond words. They broke it only to draw breath. Agron cast his gaze downwards. Nasir remained clothed but he had grown too big for his bracae and the head of his cock peered at Agron over the top of the garment, dark and glistening and leaking copiously. He swept his thumb across the tip, spreading some of the moisture and eliciting from Nasir a sharp hiss like the ones he remembered from past couplings, a sound he knew from experience to mean that Nasir was nearing his end.
"You feel too good." The younger man moaned breathlessly, his entire body, flushed and trembling. "I fear I will not last."
Agron could not hold back the deep rumbling groan that had formed within his throat at the mere thought, nor could he stop the trembling that wracked his own body as he continued to work his hand, bringing Nasir to the very edge of sanity with slow, practised strokes.
"Do not try." He told his lover. "Let yourself feel, I will hold you, I will not let you fall."
Once more he swept his thumb across the weeping tip of Nasir's length, his strokes growing more urgent as Nasir's breathing became more ragged, his own breathing matching that of the younger man. Nasir's hand flew to Agron's shoulder, fingertips digging into the hard muscled flesh there, clawing as if to draw blood.
Warning came as no more than another hiss and a rough whispering of Agron's name and then Nasir's body convulsed as he spilled his release into the German's still stroking hand. Panting and whimpering and still wracked with tremors, Nasir could only watch through glazed eyes as Agron removed his hand and brought it to his mouth. Eyes slipped shut, lips parted and Agron moaned low and deep as tongue lapped and swirled between fingers, cleaning all evidence of Nasir's pleasure and swallowing hungrily. Once he had had his fill, he leant down and once more pressed a kiss to Nasir's lips.
This kiss was at first chaste, tender and loving and without urgency but it quickly became more until both men were moaning helplessly again. Nasir's hand fluttered lightly over Agron's skin, down across the scar that marked his shoulder, brushing against hardened nipple and twitching muscle, then lower.
Agron at once captured his wrist and stilled his hand.
"There is no need." He murmured, pulling back to look into his lover's eyes.
"I would not be the only one of us to find release here tonight."
Nasir found his words silenced with a finger and Agron chuckled softly.
"You are not." He answered, a faint blush staining his cheeks. The chuckled disappeared then and he became serious. "Just to have you in my arms this way after so long, to see your eyes gaze upon me once more with desire, to feel your flesh throb and pulse beneath my touch and hear sounds of such pleasure fall from lips again kissed. It was more than was needed to see me to my own end."
Nasir's eyes widened at Agron's confession, then a gentle chuckle of his own loosed itself from his lips.
"Your desire for me is that great?"
Agron nodded, his smile returning.
"And always will be. As will my love for you. Everything I am Nasir, belongs to you, but nothing more so than my heart."
Nasir raised hand and touched it to the other man's cheek.
"As my heart belongs to you." He said. "And yet will even after it ceases to beat."
No more words were spoken after that but much was said in shared gaze and gentle kisses that may have endured endlessly had the day not caught up to them and demanded they rest.
"This day had been long." Agron said, prompted by a wide yawn from his lover. "We should sleep if we are to greet tomorrow with any strength." He lay his head upon Nasir's chest, sighing contentedly as Nasir's arms folded around him to hold him there, and he fell asleep, listening to steady rhythm of Nasir's heart beating in his ear.
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