The Mist and the Lightning. Part 15 - стр. 16
They lay down on a soft carpet. Kors leaned on Arel, pressing his erect cock to the perfect dark-skinned torso with smooth silky skin. The prince’s face was a disfigured mask, but the body remained the same. Firm, young, strong body with prominent muscles. Perfect proportions. Kors was amazed at its safety, despite constant use, unlike the face, the prince’s body was not damaged so catastrophically, and the tattoos didn’t spoil it. Kors stroked the thin, light stripes of scars on the hard stomach, he remembered them, and Arel almost died then, stroked a small curved burn on his chest.
“Where does it come from?” Kors asked. “I noticed it a long time ago, and you didn’t have this scar before.”
“I got burned being drunk,” Arel answered.
“How was it to be contrived, Arel?”
“I lit from a fireplace poker.”
Kors tried to grasp his thoughts at this moment, and really “saw” a red-hot, curved tip of a small fireplace poker in the prince’s hand. The vision was very blurry and short-lived. Kors didn’t catch either the pain of the burn or any motives explaining Arel’s act. It looked like he was really drunk.
“You ruined such beautiful skin, what a fool!” Said Kors regretfully, removing his fingers from the burn, moving his hand lower, caressing Arel’s cock, and seeing how pleased the prince was. He rubbed his cock on him and gently stroked, slightly jerking off both heads at once, pressing them as close as possible to each other. He pushed Arel down, guiding and spreading his knees bent, sitting on his face.
Arel understood everything.
“Stronger! Deeper! A-a-a!”
Kors shifted slightly and suddenly thrust his cock right into the gap in Arel’s lip, from the outside and further into his mouth. It seemed to him so exciting that he immediately got an orgasm again, it was only necessary to rub his cock a little in the slit back and forth. He immediately, while the hole was wet and slippery, pushed the plug back in, and it even went in somehow easily. Kors didn’t expect it.
“It seems I stretched this hole for him,” thought Kors, “it looks like the Demon will not kill you, Arel, but me, for everything I have done here”. And he, turning to Arel, said:
“Wash your face and rinse your mouth.”
Arel leaned over to the edge of the pool and, scooping up water with his hands, washed his cum off his lips and chin.
They returned to the room and went to bed. Kors saw that Arel’s cock was erect, but he understood that he couldn’t get relief no matter how he tried, and it was very offensive. Arel experienced pleasant sensations, he answered Kors, but couldn’t come. Burying his face in the pillows, Arel lay on his stomach, pressing his cock to the bed. Kors really felt sorry for him, because he responded to all of Kors’ actions, gave him pleasure, did everything, and Kors wanted to thank him, but didn’t know how. He squeezed Arel’s buttocks with his hands, pushing them apart, inserting his cock again, feeling as from his thrusts Arel only began to rub his cock back and forth in a useless attempt to relieve tension. And Kors suddenly tried to do as he had heard many times, Nikto did – clearly in his thoughts he pronounced as a command:
“I allow you to come!”
So thought Kors, and Arel screamed and trembled under him, choking and swallowing air. Kors recoiled. And Arel, jumping up, also grabbed his still throbbing cock with his hands and involuntarily lifted his face approximately towards Kors, although he couldn’t see him.