"Yeah, why not," Ben'hamin teased. "I love the sound of your voice when I do this." Avron was curious and moved just enough to see what Ben had done.
It drew Ben'hamin's eyes, ever watchful even during this for a threat. He drew back enough to allow Avron to watch as an extended talon drew another bloody line along the red center of another stripe.
Ben'hamin kept doing it until every stripe on Derix's foreskin was bleeding slightly. Every mark of his claw drew the same hoarse, nearly orgasmic cry from Derix's lips. By the time he was done, the great warrior lay there shaking eyes almost entirely rolled back into his head.
"You are much more like your brother than you want to admit, Derix," Ben growled before sucking that heavy length between his lips, automatically deep-throating him to lick away all of the blood on the first attempt.
Derix completely ignored the comment, possibly missing it as his body jerked and writhed beneath his lord helplessly. When he pulled on his wrists, they tightened painfully and he cried out in pleasure forgetting the warlords gathered nearby.
Ben'hamin sucked him hard working more blood out of the cuts. It turned Derix on more than many of the normal things he liked. A relic of his odd past, he knew. Besides which, the cuts on top of the highly sensitive striping hurt a great deal, but Derix refused to admit he liked the pain.
Ben'hamin rose up to look at him. He would die of pleasure if Derix and Medr ever attempted to best him together. It was a thought Ben had often. In fact, lately it had been haunting his dreams. It was a fantasy doomed from the beginning of time.
Still, once...They had been friends. Medr had come to him while Derix had been at the other end of the battlefield. They had fought, but Medr had recognized Derix's scent on his skin and faltered.
It had been easy to best the enormous creature after that. Medr hadn't wanted to hurt him without knowing why he had smelled Derix on him, but Ben'hamin had not known that at the time. He had battled wickedly nearly killing the poor creature and taking him hostage. Medr had been hard to tame. He had feared having a male lover, but once it was done...Things had changed between them.
Then, Derix had come home. The two pretended to be civil with each other, but it was obvious they shared a past and secrets. They were wary friends, at best, but they had tried to get along. It had been wonderful...for Ben, but it hadn't lasted more than a dozen years.
There was one comment made in a drunken moment that ruined everything. Ben hadn't heard anything wrong with the taunt, but it had sparked old hatred.
They had started growling at each other in a language so guttural he had been unable to make out the words. Then, blood had flown! Ben'hamin had stepped in to stop it. Medr'ainder had been much larger then, and he had feared Derix would be killed. It was the opposite these days.
"Gods, Ben," Derix growled, "stop or I will explode!" He rose startled to find Derix beginning to pulse between his teeth. He grasped the base to keep him from spurting his control all over his face.
"Sorry, love, I got carried away," Ben'hamin teased as he held him tight. "You know how much I love doing that."
He didn't want to admit to thinking about Medr'ainder during that little scenario. Derix would likely run away and never forgive him for it.
"I didn't mind," Derix laughed huskily. "Gods, you are too good at that."
Obviously, Ben thought irritated at his lack of attention. He had missed Derix for so long, and then thought about someone else while making love to him.
"I'll try to be even better at the rest," Ben stated very seriously, but Derix groaned in mock complaint.
Keeping to his teasing mood he asked, "Do you want me to suck at it?" Derix laughed uproariously. "Bad pun," he agreed dryly.
"If you suck any more, you are going to have a face full of cum," Derix told him point blank. "Be my guest," he offered happily, "but you seemed determined to stop it a moment ago." Derix relaxed beneath him quite content to allow it if that was what he intended to do to him.
Assuming that Derix had his very firm control back; Ben'hamin decided to test his reactions. "That is because," Ben'hamin said carefully, cautiously releasing his hand to let go of his tight restraint, "I intended to make you squirm beneath me until you begged me for it."
"Not a chance," Derix laughed. "That would take a very long time, my lord."
"Would it?" Ben'hamin sighed in mock disappointment at his observation. "Avron, could you do me a favor, pet?"
Derix narrowed his eyes at his best friend's amused tone of voice; years of knowledge leading him to be quickly suspicious of his suddenly mysterious behavior.
"What are you up to, Ben?"
"You will see, won't you," Ben stated proprietarily grinning at his wrist restraints.
"What do you need me to do, master? I will help you any way you want," Avron offered eagerly coming up to kneel on the edge of the bed.
"That is what I like to hear," Ben growled happily.
Leaning over to catch up the boy, he kissed his cheek and whispered something very softly in his ear knowing how good Derix's hearing was.
The boy giggled and his mischievous eyes lit up as he studied Derix speculatively.
"Just like that," Avron purred enjoying the idea completely. Derix shifted in apprehension at the look in their eyes. "Are you sure that is all you want me to do?" The boy glanced at Ben'hamin with a wicked smile. "I can do a lot more, my lord."
"No," Ben said thoughtfully. "I don't think he could handle anything more despite his bravado. Just do as I asked, pet, and we will work on the rest later."
Avron sighed. "Okay, I guess..." Avron sat down closer to Derix kneeling comfortably. Derix let out a restless breath of air waiting for that first touch anxiously. Avron grinned knowingly emboldened by Ben'hamin's confidence.
Avron reached out and gently cupped Derix's cheek. The big warrior closed his eyes leaning in to that touch like nothing else in the worlds meant more to him. He had always loved the softest touches. They sensitized his skin for what was to come later.
Avron slowly moved his hands to lightly rub over his bare skin. Derix began to purr instinctively, his vocal chords automatically shifting to cat form for it.
Avron kept moving his hands over new skin going slow, keeping the touch light, and paying careful attention to the way Derix was reacting to it.
Soon, Derix started to gasp at every stroke. Then, he groaned in realization.
