Obedience 2

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Mizi admired Damael’s dark form from over his shoulder, trying to look like he wasn’t looking. It had been awhile since he’d been with someone… especially someone who mattered this much to him. And what a strange form caring and affection had taken this time.

Damael was standing in front of the mirror, inspecting the collar Mizi had put on him before taking it off to shower. Mizi had decided on a shower instead of a bath, less romantic, but quicker, and he was too exhausted to even try the mechanics of getting in there together or taking turns. Easier to just stay standing a little while longer, get clean, and curl up back in bed.

Mizi’s reddish eyes wandered over the collar, sending a jolt of pleasure through his system. Damn this was a hot-blooded night, definitely not the usual. He was actually entertaining thoughts of going another round, wondering if the little morph could handle it. He’d certainly test the waters, he thought with a chuckle as he found the proper water temperature and turned on the showerhead, standing and turning to Damael.

The kouryou inclined his head slightly, indicating he saw the shower was ready, slipping the collar off easily and setting it on the sink. He actually liked the strange little thing, and the game that came with it. Smiling, he stepped into the shower as Mizi indicated, his lover entering behind him.

Damael closed his eyes as the heated water poured over his chest and shoulders, sliding down his body and washing away everything. Mizi’s arms slipped around him, pulling him back slightly, letting him lean back into his supporting embrace. Mizi nuzzled into the crook of the morph’s neck and kissed idly, relaxing as the water splashed a bit on his head and wetted his hair. He raked his fingers through Damael’s hair, so abundant and pure white, pulling it all back from his face and shoulders. Their bodies melded so naturally together.

Gently, Mizi turned his partner in his arms, cradling him against his chest. Damael leaned his head back into the spray of water, waving it from side to side. Mizi reached for the shampoo he had on the rack hanging from the showerhead, rubbing some between his hands and working it into Damael’s hair. The morph purred under the attention, melting into the touches and going almost completely relaxed against him.

“Ooooh, little koi,” Mizi kissed the tip of his nose, nudging Dam’s head back to rinse his hair free of the soap. They were just too close in the hot quarters not to get excited, and Mizi was blatantly excited once again.

Damael’s quick little hands slipped around his partner as he leaned forward against his chest once more, Mizi working conditioner into his hair. Nimble fingers played along his spine and down, then very timidly caressed Mizi’s rear. The Azure moaned softly, moving back into the touch to encourage his inexperienced partner. Dam squeezed the firm muscles, using the leverage to keep Mizi held close against him.

“Ahhhh… ‘mael,” Mizi closed his eyes and braced himself on Dam’s shoulders, panting as his heart began racing. His firm length was rubbing against the water-slick velvet of the scales on the kouryou’s belly, a wonderful sensation like none he’d ever known before.

Damael paused the attentions just long enough to rinse the conditioner out of his hair, maneuvering them so that Mizi’s back was to the water instead. Mizi was barely coherent enough to reach back and grab the shampoo, and thankfully Dam worked it into his hair for him, or he never would have accomplished that. He rested his head on his lover’s shoulder and just closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of Damael’s wandering touches. Dam’s attentions were always so much bolder when Mizi went completely passive, and sometimes it took a little bit of waiting until the morph got the courage, but it was blissful when it did happen. Dam seemed to know the exact places to touch him.

The kouryou repeated what had been done to his hair with Mizi’s, taking his time, nuzzling against his Azure lover, arching his hips rhythmically against his excitement. When Mizi indicated a strange little shape of soap, Damael picked it up, and began rubbing Mizi’s skin with it.

He took great time over Mizi’s belly, cradling his erection in one hand and pumping it a few times, just enough to really get Mizi breathless. He continued cleansing Mizi’s skin patiently, very thoroughly, cleaning himself where their activities had made it most needed. By that time Mizi was aching, fingers pressing hard into Dam’s skin, moaning in wordless begging and excited to the point of pain.

Damael knelt in front of his lover then, setting the soap to one side, nuzzling the velvet patch of scales on his cheek against Mizi’s belly, grazing his tumescent length. Mizi stiffened, his penis jerking, a long and low moan echoing through the small chamber, competing with the sounds of the falling water. He had to reach back and turn the hot water on just a little further, it was starting to run cold. So much for a quick shower and into bed, but this… well this suited him just fine.

Mizi braced himself again on Dam’s shoulders, caught between the sensation of the hot water pouring down his back and the dragon morph teasing him at his front. Damael wouldn’t tease him forever, he knew that. The way his velvety cheek scales felt along Mizi’s aching penis was almost enough to get him off alone, it wouldn’t take much more attention anyway.

“Koi… koi please… something… anything,” Mizi groaned, sweating, and not from the heat of the shower.

Damael gathered his courage, stroking his cheek along the length one more time, pausing when the leaking head brushed the corner of his mouth. It had felt so good when Mizi had done this to him, he’d been so curious about wanting to return the favor, he had to try.

The morph’s quick little tongue flicked out, stealing the droplets of precum and drawing them back into his mouth for a taste. Mizi’s fingers pressed even harder into his shoulders, wordless begging for more echoing with the sounds of water. Dam couldn’t resist the begging, he wanted so badly to make Mizi happy. He tentatively placed his lips on the engorged head, taunting the underside with his tongue and slowly drawing it inch by inch into his hot little mouth.

Mizi fought so very hard to not thrust forward, resisting the urge to fuck Dam’s mouth. He had to let the little morph do this himself, forcing him would just scare him, probably hurt him too. There was no way he was going to hurt his little lover, even if he was desperately needing release.

Damael pulled back, Mizi’s length sliding from his mouth, then slowly pushed back in. Mizi was shaking all over, body impossibly tense, panting and moaning alternately. Dam took this as a sign he was pleasing his lover with what he was doing, and started moving the penis in and out of his mouth a little faster, lashing his tongue up and down the length of it as it moved.

The Azure went crazy, nearly falling as his knees suddenly decided to buckle. But Dam’s hands were firm at his rear now, kneading and caressing, pulling him forward, and giving him just enough support to stay upright. The little morph was actually daring enough to dart a probing touch far enough to really set Mizi trembling. What a bold little hentai he was creating!

Mizi rocked back into the touch while trying to stay discrete, wanting Damael to at least tease around his entrance. That would indeed be a brave step for the kouryou. But Dam didn’t just tease, he actually pressed a rubbing touch, just once, but left his hand there, trying to sense Mizi’s reaction. Almost naturally Mizi began moving, rubbing himself against Damael’s slender little finger, losing himself in the sensation as Dam adapted and returned to swallowing and licking at his penis.

“Gods… ‘mael… aahhh,” Mizi groaned, rocking a little harder before realizing he could be gagging the poor little morph. He forced his eyes open, gazing down at his lover, watching as Dam swallowed his length almost to the hilt. First time as far as Mizi knew, and gods could the boy deep throat.

Damael withdrew the aching length totally from his mouth, nuzzling the slick and hot shaft against his cheek once again, licking it as he moved back to the tip, flicking his tongue up and down against the head. Mizi growled deep in his chest, body shuddering, lost between that sensation and the heated friction of Dam’s finger against his rear. He was getting too hot, ready to just lose it all at the slightest reason.

The kouryou gave him that reason, plunging Mizi’s entire rigid length back into his mouth without warning. Mizi threw his head back and roared, shivering, barely staying upright. The suction on his penis was suddenly so intense and quick his head began swimming and his vision went blurry.

Orgasm washed over him with practically no warning at that level of intensity, his hot seed erupting from him and filling Damael’s mouth with its taste. The kouryou naturally swallowed it, continue to suck on Mizi’s length until the firmness diminished, cleaning it entirely with his tongue and missing nothing of the deeply personal fluid. He felt so proud he’d done this, used his mouth to bring his lover to release as he’d done for him, standing and cradling a very sated Mizi against him.

Damael shut the water off, reaching for a towel and wrapping it lovingly around Mizi’s shoulders. Mizi barely sighed, eyes opening just the slightest amount before closing again. He was definitely satisfied now, very ready to just fall into bed and sleep for the next few days if at all possible.

Dam nuzzled into Mizi’s hair and gently guided him from the bathroom and back into the bedroom, remembering to pick up his collar from off the sink, setting it on the bedside table. He carefully nudged the blankets back and settled Mizi down onto the soft mattress, standing there and uncertain what to do. Mizi smiled up at him, patting the mattress beside him.

“Well, c’mon lil koi,” he encouraged softly, but playfully.

And of course, Damael obeyed.

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