Advances

[Existentially Odd]

Matthew\'s heart did rapid and repeated flips inside his chest with every move Rico made and, although he didn\'t know to want more from that position, something instinctive kept him on tenterhooks through the whole process (leaving him very vaguely disappointed with just a kiss on the abdomen, though he would never admit it).

Once his pants were gone, he felt exceptionally exposed and yearned to get Rico into the same state, but he wasn\'t that bold.  The best he did was pull the Greek towards him and lean forward to kiss him.

Since they\'d given their jaws and tongues quite a work out earlier, they tired far more quickly now but it was no less erotic.  If anything, everything was heightened for Matthew because of his nudity.  He allowed his hand to wander inside Rico\'s pants and squeeze the hardened curve of buttock muscle, just as it had happened to him earlier.  It was wonderful and had him worked up fully again in no time (though the grinding against Rico\'s bulge wasn\'t doing that any harm either).

The kiss broke naturally, Matthew panting as he looked intently into Rico\'s eyes from across the pillow.  There was a question in his own, of how this would end for the two of them, but he couldn\'t voice it in those terms.  "I want to touch you," he confessed, the urge to slide his hand around Rico\'s member dominating his thoughts.  His fingers trailed hesitantly at the Greek\'s waist, as if waiting for approval before they moved ahead.

[Kysis]

Rico was more than happy to move closer, rocking in against Matthew as he began kissing and moving and rubbing.  By the time the kiss was broken Rico was yearning to jump right back into it, his breaths in pants, hands holding tight to Matthew’s hips in an attempt, if feeble, to get his mind back into the schooled functioning it usually performed.  That did not work, Rico tracing the line of Matthew’s hip bone with his thumb, the more mobile of his hands doing that.

And Matthew was a talker, another thing Rico filed away for later remembrance.  The words sent tingles all about him, heating him, Rico’s thumb moving a little further over, gentle oscillations moving into the curly pubic hairs closest to that hip.  The break, walking from the drawing room downstairs up to the bedroom and that brief lapse, had been near excruciating, and that tension was showing now.

To speed and help the process, Rico undid the laces on the front of his pants with his unoccupied hand, somehow multitasking to continue the little massaging touches at the same time.  It had been practically a year since another man had touched his body and such a way.  Distance made the heart grow fonder?  Oh no, it made the body grow fonder, every little thing seeming like more than it probably was.  Rico’s own senses were heightened because of it, and he would have pulled off his own pants then and there had he not felt the action would seem desperate (which he was feeling).

“Please…” Rico really hadn’t meant to say that, and especially not in the breathless whimper it came out as.  If Matthew had not spoken up about that want, Rico would have been the one to start feeling Matthew, without asking.  This slowed him down a little, though probably not much from the directions his thoughts were traveling in.

[Existentially Odd]

Matthew had always prided himself on his efficiency.  Whenever Lam was in need of something, he could provide it.  He\'d become an expert at healing wounds, satisfying her ravenous appetite, keeping her house in order and getting her into and out of her armour in a matter of minutes.  There\'d been times when he\'d had to undress her wounded body completely and lift it into a bath, too, and he\'d done that with a skill he felt unrivalled.

Suddenly, though, when faced with one pair of pants - already unlaced for him, no less - his hands felt like they were covered with thumbs and he couldn\'t see straight.  Thankfully, it was excitement more than fear, but there was a healthy amount of both and it made his fingers quiver as they reached for the clothing in question.

Wriggling slightly lower and sitting up a bit, Matthew found it easiest to practically roll atop Rico\'s legs in order to strip him.  This presented him with a stunning and very new experience when he got some motion underway; a hard, bobbing member very close to his face.  He paused after he unveiled it, staring at the thing in fascination (having never been this close to anyone\'s privates, not even his own) and finding he was stricken with the urge to kiss it.  He didn\'t, but he was suddenly a lot more enthusiastic about getting Rico properly naked.

Once the pants were gone, Matthew sat up a bit more, his left leg crooked so that his shin was up against Rico\'s right thigh and his other leg was curled behind him.  He stared at the Greek man\'s lovely penis, finding it exotic on many levels and fascinating too.  He\'d wrapped both hands around it in next to no time, wishing that the shadows he\'d been somewhat glad had been hiding his own average member were gone, so he could see Rico\'s better.  Oh well, he couldn\'t have everything.

It was delightfully soft to touch, something he\'d never really detected with himself.  Of course, it was hard, too, and that only increased as he stroked it in ways that had served him well for years (though it had always been more of a necessity than a pleasure-seeking activity... unlike now).  One hand squeezed upward and off, followed closely by the other while the first was replaced and so forth, creating a constant, gentle sensation of pulling.

When he felt he\'d done enough of that, he alternated hands and pumped some, delighted to see droplets of liquid reflecting the meagre candlelight at the tip.  Gently, he used a thumb to smear it around, his free hand falling to touch himself.  He was even wetter and manipulating Rico was only making his own member jealous, so he touched the two of them for a bit, then decided to stop before he brought himself to climax.  It was all very good, but he rather hoped to feel Rico holding him at that moment.

Releasing himself, he lay back down once more, on his side, his under-hand still wrapped around Rico.  His free arm pulled the attractive younger man close again, so that he could kiss him while he stroked and then he might possibly (finally!) let go of this tension that was coiled almost painfully through his groin.

[Kysis]

Rico, unlike Matthew, did know to expect something from such a position, being guided to lie on his back and wondering if Matthew was actually going to-- no, though it was interesting in and of itself to have Matthew\'s face so close yet not in contact.  It was like a tease in and of itself, and gave Rico the urge to do it for Matthew.  That would give Matthew something utterly new to remember.

Biting his lip, Rico half stifled a moan, liking what Matthew was doing.  It was different that anything he had seen before, but at the same time felt good, so Rico had no argument.  It also made Rico feel a touch less experienced, which was also a good thing, as he had begun to feel like a slut for a moment there.  That feeling was dashed with the new sensation.

Matthew\'s touches made him ache to touch Matthew at the same time, to give him those same titillating sensations as Matthew worked him up.  If Rico had been able to reach, he would have pushed Matthew\'s hands away from that little bit of self-satisfaction so he could do it himself, but reach was a problem.  When he was pulled back to the side, Rico saw his opportunity, even if it broke his contact with Matthew\'s hand.

Rico started at Matthew\'s shoulder, kiss-nipping him there before moving down a little to the collar bone, making his way down the pectoral and playing for a moment with the nipple, rolling the hardened nub between the soft grip of his teeth with his tongue.  All the while his hand trailed down, rubbing over the curly blond hairs around his target, fingertips grazing up the silken muscle.  Rico continued downward with his kissed, deciding them to gently move Matthew\'s hand off him and at the same time roll Matthew onto his back.

Once in that position Rico descended upon Matthew\'s bellybutton, kissing it, moving downward through the thicket of hairs before kissing the base of his target, cheek brushing up against it.  Rico wanted to do it.  He licked his lips to slightly wet them, kissing again up the length, on the tip, wondering to himself what Matthew looked like when he climaxed.  Rico really wanted to bring him there, opening his mouth and admitting the tip, his tongue rolling over it in that new, warm encasement.

With that he moved his head down, lips around Matthew, continuing until Rico could feel the tip in the back of his throat, a trick Rico had learned to do without gagging.  He raised back up slowly, twisting and turning his head in the process.  More rapid motions followed, up and down, a deeper stroke coming in every so often.  Rico would not mind in the least if Matthew came in his mouth, would actually enjoy it, all the more if Matthew bucked into it.  Rico kept his hands relatively still through this all, rubbing around the hip area, caressing the hip bones and back around to the buttocks.  He planned on keeping up until Matthew was feeling something he obviously hadn\'t before: an orgasm with someone else orchestrating it.

[Existentially Odd]

Matthew had thought that Rico\'s hand around his shaft was the ultimate sensation in his life.  He was swept away by the kissing during it, trying to stay focussed enough that he didn\'t entirely yank Rico to death and desensitise him, but nevertheless bobbing on silvery waves of pleasure that were steadily building towards a golden climax.

He was confused when things changed.  He didn\'t understand why he was pressed onto his back, though his body was grateful for the attentions that his chest and abdomen received on the way down.  He was disappointed that his hand simply fell away, onto the bed, while... until Rico\'s mouth closed around him.

Then he knew what the ultimate pleasure sensation was.

Matthew writhed and moaned helplessly beneath Rico\'s attentions, his conscious mind disconnecting from reality and his sensual receptors taking over.  He was a creature of want, a desperate being of need, bucking and grinding his hips upward towards that heavenly well of heat and wetness, gripping and twisting the sheets in his hands at his sides.  He gasped frequently, panting, "Rico... oh, Rico," and the like incessantly, his head thrashing from side to side upon the pillow as a sheen of sweat covered his entire body.

He didn\'t last too long, all in all.  The build deep in his groin was more powerful than anything he\'d ever felt before and as he climaxed he thrust upwards in one final, momentous swing, his back clenching in an arc and his head thrown back, a guttural exclamation of deepest satisfaction exploding into the room while his seed flew repeatedly into Rico\'s mouth.  He had no awareness to be ashamed or question such an act, it felt perfectly natural and so good it was unbelievable.

He calmed down slowly, his joints needing to unlock and lower him back onto the bed by degrees, everything awash with a peculiar, tingling pleasure.  He\'d never felt so replete in his life, a dazed smile dominating his heavy-lidded face.  "That was... I have no words," he murmured as Rico came back up to lie with him and he managed to focus on the brunette at last.  He hugged the other man roughly, seeking a kiss with him, thrilled when he inadvertently tasted himself.

It was clear what he had to do; reciprocate.  This was obviously the feeling behind why people had so much sex, this groggy, floating, surreal satisfaction that simply wasn\'t achieved alone.  Could he do that for Rico?  He was willing to try, but he had grave doubts about it.  For a start, when he broke the connection between their mouths to head south, he found that his body was imbibed with such bliss that he was unsteady in his movements.  He didn\'t kiss Rico\'s chest with any of the finesse he\'d received; he suckled roughly on a nipple and prodded wildly with his tongue before sliding his mouth lower.

He didn\'t manage to place lots of little kisses, but moved determinedly in a continuous, sloppy line, until he felt his goal against his chin.  He lifted his head then, staring down at it and knowing how what he was about to do felt, firsthand.  Tingles of renewed awareness returned to him, even though he was physically incapable of responding (just yet), and he finally stopped staring and dropped his eager mouth down.

Matthew took too much at first, realising what a gag reflex was almost instantly, pulling back as his eyes watered but not surrendering completely.  A little more warily, he began to swallow Rico in again, sliding his slick lips down the shaft loosely.  As he raised his head, he squeezed his lips together, drawing in as much air through his nostrils as he could, mostly feeling like he was being willingly suffocated.  It was a strange sensation indeed.  He was willing but thoroughly uneducated and so he didn\'t feel he achieved anything like the symphony Rico had with him.

Would the Greek even climax?  What would it feel like if he did?  How would it taste?  Again, he was struck with an exhilirated excitement and anticipation mingled with pure fear.  Thankfully (or perhaps not, he couldn\'t tell), it didn\'t sway his enthusiasm for the task at hand; he slurped, kissed and slid his way up and down Rico\'s pole repeatedly, learning just how far into the back of his throat he could push him and feeling calm enough not to believe he was going to faint from lack of oxygen with every downstroke.  He believed Rico to be quite an impressive size at that point, but he wasn\'t letting anything dissuade him; he would continue at it until he was either stopped or Rico finished.  Anything less would be... disheartening, to say the least.

[Kysis]

Rico was happy with himself when Matthew released in his mouth, his slowly moving away, as if reluctant, from the muscle he had just satisfied.  He swallowed it, noting from the taste that Matthew did not eat many mushrooms in his diet, as it was not bitter.  Grinning, Rico allowed himself to be brought back up.  He was aching for release but could control it, knowing every moment was worth it.

Though not sure about kissing Matthew after that, he did not go against it, other things still in his mind.  Like his name being panted.  Rico liked the sound of it moaned from Matthew’s lips, and wanted to do it again some time.  He wanted to make Matthew writhe and squirm and pant.  And now Matthew was trying to coax him into climax, Rico going with the chance of position, relishing in the roughness of every touch, how carnal it felt.

And when Matthew gagged, one of the things that always happened was a clenching of the throat, Rico feeling it and allowing a low moan of his own.  It was not the gagging he liked, it was the sudden squeeze.  The rhythm following worked as well, the alternation of pressure— Matthew was better than he might have thought.

Rico found his right hand on Matthew’s shoulder as he worked, other hand loose at his side.  Waves were rising up.  Breaths in shallow pants, Rico rolled his hips up into Matthew’s motion, knowing it would be soon.  His muscles clenched, legs and ass strained.  Rico shuddered into it, a rather loud moan following as his hand clenched on Matthew’s shoulder, Rico riding the wave out.

That felt good.  Too good.  It had been too long.

“Mmmm…” Rico found his tongue was not willing to speak at the moment, cutting off his sentence at the first sound.  It would take a moment.  He moved his hand, running it through Matthew’s lovely blond hair, running it along the line of his jaw to beckon him back up to the top of the bed.  For some reason Rico always wanted to cuddle after an orgasm, and this time was no different.  As soon as he got Matthew level on the bed with him, head on pillow, Rico wrapped his arms around him and snuggled in.

[Existentially Odd]

Matthew was inordinately proud of himself.  He\'d believed he was doing a pretty terrible job of satisfying someone he now considered akin to a demi-God but had persisted anyway, feeling utterly victorious when Rico released.  The taste and texture was somewhat of a surprise but he swallowed it down without savouring it, feeling warm and happy when he was beckoned back into a lying position and embraced enthusiastically.

Not only was he happier than he\'d ever been, but he\'d never even known such happiness to be a possibility for him.  Getting a recipe right and the flush of being complimented on his cooking skills certainly paled in comparison to this feeling of complete physical exhaustion and satisfaction rolled into one.

When his heart rate had settled, the cooling of his body became obvious to him and then followed the debate of disengaging himself briefly from Rico to either pull up the covers... or return to his own bed.  Neither was particularly appealing - especially with the repletion now causing his eyelids to droop and his body to go heavy with the rapid onset of sleep.  There was no way around it but to ask, though, for he couldn\'t surrender here if he wasn\'t welcome and if he stayed uncovered, he\'d get sick in no time.

"Should I go back to my own bed?" he whispered.

[Kysis]

It was good, just being allowed to be close and such.  That rarely happened for Rico.  Cuddling and flings generally did not mesh.  However, Matthew was letting him cuddle.  It was great, though when Matthew asked if he should leave, Rico had to do a lot of restraining to not shout out an adamant no.

"You don\'t have to..."

Rico nuzzled his head into Matthew\'s shoulder a bit more, emphasizing that Rico really did not want to be left alone, to a cold, empty bed after that.  That just sounded... terrible, monstrous, lonely and cruel.  Rico wanted to keep someone there with him, and tonight, Matthew was that someone.

In fact, to reinforce his dislike of the thought of Matthew leaving, he moved away for a second to grab the covers and pull them up over the both of them.  It was like a net.  Once that was done, Rico got comfortable again.

[Existentially Odd]

"Okay, good," Matthew sighed, realising how tired he really was and how much more comfortable this bed was than his own.  Plus, this one had Rico in it... and that was a definite mark in its favour.

~*~

For the first time in his history of servitude, Matthew woke up late the next morning.  He was generally in the habit of being awake long before dawn, in order that he have breakfast prepared and on the table the moment Lam got herself downstairs.  Things had been no different since he\'d begun performing his morning routine at the manor, rather than the townhouse; he\'d always got there in time to have something ready for the change of guards and the residents.

Not this morning, though.  When he opened his eyes, there was a distinct ease with which he could see Rico\'s features snuggled into his pillow beside him.  Dawn hadn\'t arrived properly, but it was only half an hour away, instead of it usual one and a half to two, and his heart immediately skipped a beat.  "Oh my!" he exclaimed, panic rushing through him and giving him no time to savour the warm feeling of waking up with someone beside him.  He sat bolt upright in the bed, gaping at the man he was still mostly entwined with.  "It\'s almost dawn!" he added loudly, compelled to state the obvious in his state of near shock.

[Kysis]

Rico had slumbered quite comfortably, a deep, dreamless sleep, when there was sudden movement beside him, the trained soldier\'s eyes flaring open, his ready to defend himself when he noticed it was just Matthew.  Groaning, Rico sagged onto the pillow again.  At least it wasn\'t an enemy.  It could have been worse.

Forcing himself, despite how groggy he was, Rico managed to sit up beside Matthew, eyes trailing lazily down the fellow male\'s body.  It was nice to sleep next to someone.  Rico looked back up at Matthew\'s face, brain trying to lock on to the words Matthew had just said and translate them into Greek.  Then he had to figure out what he was going to say, and translate that into English.

It was a slow process so early in the morning, after such a late night.

"Oh yeah... breakfast... do you have time to make it?" Rico was still in a haze, asking the first thing that popped to mind, as broken as it ended up because of the translation issues.  Even with his efforts he almost spoke in Greek.  That would not have been good.

[Existentially Odd]

Matthew swallowed nervously, trying to stop the bright red flashes of panic that were flaring through his brain, telling him what a huge mistake he\'d made.  "No, I dont think I do," he answered seriously, trying to keep the hysteria from his voice.  "Not for everyone.  I mean, Lam just wants toast, that\'s easy, but a cooked breakfast for everyone else... " he trailed off, running a hand through his tousled blonde hair and flinging back the covers to get up.

The first thing he did was bend down to grab his pants to cover his front with.  The second was look appealingly back at Rico.  "Maybe... do you think you could do some downstairs and bring it over or... damn, but the fire downstairs won\'t be stoked and Alex will have the manor\'s ready," he muttered, contradicting himself as he recalled how the Greek guard - who always seemed to have the graveyard shift - helped him out by having the stove in the kitchen hot every morning.

"I don\'t know!" the blonde declared in exasperation, striding around the bed and out the door.  "I just better get dressed and over there or they\'ll... know something\'s up."  Lam and Kysis were trained to be suspicious and Lam knew he\'d never overslept in his life.  She would immediately realise there was something wrong and it made him pale to think of telling her the real reason why he\'d not woken up at the usual time (though it exhilirated him, too, secretly).

[Kysis]

"I can help."

Rico declared it without thinking, forgetting in his early morning haze the ban.  A ban that had been in place for two weeks.  It was a stupid ban, anyway.  They were just missing out on good deserts.  When the ban clicked in Rico\'s head, he ignored it.  In fact, he kicked the sheets the rest of the way off himself, rolling off the bed and walking calmly for his wardrobe, at the other end of the room, without covering at all.

Considering what they had done last night, Rico had no idea why Matthew was covering himself.  Rico\'s mouth had been around it, for crying out loud.  Rico decided not to speak these things, though, as he knew he was a grouchy morning person.  It was best if he shut his mouth except for the most important things.

"It was my fault you slept in, anyway."  Rico turned to glance at Matthew for a moment, admiring him in the dim light before turning back to getting some clothing ready.  He found some simple clothing, including his favorite shade of olive green and some dark brown pants to go with it.  As quickly as he could manage at that hour, he got dressed, slipping his feet into his boots as well.

"As long as I stay in the kitchen, they shouldn\'t mind."

[Existentially Odd]

Matthew paused at the doorway, turning to look over his shoulder and then spin around properly when Rico got out of bed.  His heart flipped as he watched the naked man walk to his closet and pull clothes out, finding it somewhat difficult to concentrate on what he was saying when he strolled about so boldly like that.

"Thank you!" the blonde exclaimed, changing direction and striding back across the room to throw his arms around Rico and kiss him on whichever part of his face he could land grateful lips on.  He grew more serious as he pulled back, though.  "You don\'t think you\'ll get into trouble, though?"

[Kysis]

Rico pulled a grin when Matthew hugged him, and then kissed him on the cheek.  It made him feel a little better about mornings (for now, at least).  Rico pulled the straps tight on his boots, putting on a belt as well, over his tunic.  It looked good, so why not?  He wasn\'t dressing nice though.  That would just be... overkill.  He was just going there to help with breakfast anyway.

"It\'s been two weeks.  And I can just hide in the kitchen." Rico shrugged.  If Kysis got on his case... Kysis was being an asshole, plain and simple.  Rico turned, planting a quick kiss on Matthew\'s lips.

"Come on now.  We\'ve got to be quick."

At that Rico gave Matthew a very serious look--- mock serious, of course.  Rico let out a little laugh, airy and light, trying to pick out a cloak with that done.  It was still a bit nippy in the mornings, so he needed one.

"I\'ll wait for you downstairs?"

[Existentially Odd]

Matthew realised he was grining like a fool after that little kiss on the lips and he gave a start, agreeing that he would meet Rico downstairs and scurrying into his own room to get some clothes on.  His dresser drawers were very ordered and he just pulled out the next pair of underwear, pants (beige) and shirt (blue like his eyes) that his hands fell upon.  He set about getting socks on after that, trying not to feel strange about not bathing after what he\'d done the night before.  Sure, it had been mostly clean but there\'d been a fair amount of sweating and panting... he decided to think only about the good things instead and race downstairs.

"Ready," he told Rico, having collected his coat from the hallway on his way down, ready to exit out the back door.  "We\'d better hurry!"  His cheeks already flushed with te hurrying and the excitement of stepping out of the house with Rico, Matthew opened the door for the man he believed to have taken his virginity and then locked it behind them.

They didn\'t talk much on the fast walk to the manor but the ever-lightening sky made Matthew extremely worried.  When they reached their destination, he was all business, nominating Rico to do the cooked breakfasts for the guards while he worked on porridge and toast for Lam and squeezed the orange juice.  There seemed very little time to get all of it done but there wasn\'t a moment of down time so they managed to get everything up and running very quickly.  The workspace in front of the stove seemed minimal when shared between the two of them, but Matthew certainly didn\'t mind.

In fact, when he observed the sausages and tomatoes were just about ready, he reached around Rico to get the porridge off (so that he could take Kysis and Lam\'s food upstairs on a tray - she tended not to get out of bed without eating due to morning sickness and Kysis stayed with her these days) and wasn\'t shy about brushing the Greek man\'s ass.  He couldn\'t be too subtle about it though, for the bold action made him giggle and give away his intentional contact.