The Mist and the Lightning. Part 18 - стр. 22
“Arel, Vitor, well, you’re bothering me,” said Nik. At the same time, his voice was gentle. “Vitor, your ass is now covered with goosebumps,” Nik laughed quietly and shortly.
Kors and Arel broke the kiss with obvious regret, but not for long, because Arel continued to lie nearby, and they looked at each other the way loving people look. Kors involuntarily thought about how many circles of hell the prince went through before he found his Gift and the Demon considered the training completed. Or has the Demon not finished yet and has restored Arel, just to give him a little respite?
“What strength of mind does one need to have to withstand all that has happened to you, my poor prince?” Thought Kors, looking at Arel’s calm and unburdened face.
“You, too, are like a son to me, I love you very much, and, probably, I have always loved you, even when I drove you away. Nik is my son, but I am your father too. There are three of us, and we will be together, because this unity is our strength.” Unable to resist, Kors again reached for Arel, and he immediately responded.
“Are you doing it again?! Stop crawling back and forth, Vitor! You said you wanted me to tattoo you, and now you can’t lie still!” Nik was indignant.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” Kors answered hastily, stepping back from the prince.
Arel sighed, and, taking himself by his cock, rubbed it back and forth a little, thus trying to relieve tension. Kors, seeing how Arel, moving his hand, completely bared the head of his cock, then closed it with his foreskin, involuntarily breathed heavily and swallowed.
He tried not to look at Arel in order to stop, as Nik put it, “crawling back and forth”.
“Vitor, stop imagining my cock,” Nik said after a while, “you do it… uh … so diligently that it is standing now before my eyes. Stop thinking all sorts of bullshit, my cock is okay and I can jerk off like Arel.”
“No you can’t!” Objected Kors. “Arel moves his foreskin up and down as he wants, and you, Nik, circumcised yourself.”
“Not much,” Nik replied.
“I know perfectly well how you can jerk off. I have done this to you a hundred times and I know that it is impossible to close the head of your cock with the foreskin completely, it is missing, and this is inconvenient. You have to wet your hand with saliva for better glide.”
“You’re just getting excited again because of talking,” Nik chuckled, “you love to talk about all this and jerk off your brain.”
“Jerk off my brain?”
“Well, yes. Arel jerks off his cock with his hand, and you jerk off your brain with words. All the time you think only about who has which cock, and all your thoughts don’t break away from this.”
“They do break away!” Shouted Kors.
“No further than the length of the cock. A-ha… Don’t worry so much about mine, mm… what did you think now? “Shamefully naked head”, aha-ha…”
“It gets hurt by this!”
“No,” Nik disagreed.
“It rubs against everything!”
“It touches everything, right? Without your permission? Ha-ha… Okay, now, when I have the ring threaded, it first rubs against everything; the ring protects my flesh.”
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Kors remarked regretfully.
“It wasn't my will,” Nik replied. “It’s just tradition.”
“It amazes me that you didn’t cripple and circumcise Arel in the same way in your Limit for the sake of your wild traditions,” said Kors.