[M] Drip Drip Drip

"Anyone could have. You just needed to allow them to."

If Lycus had allowed it, just about anyone that he had bedded would fuck him instead. He was sure that more than a few of them men Lycus had fucked would have happily fucked him.

His head tilted back when the Elf's tongue laved over his neck.

Alek gave a soft moan, hips jerking upwards against Lycus' hand, eyes fluttering shut.

He gave a soft murmur, a word that just couldn't be understood it was that quiet.

Lycus snorted softly at the Lycan's reply, that would've gone down well, the Master of the house letting one of his Slaves fuck him, he'd have guards questioning his authority and other Slaves thinking they could have their way with him if he had allowed that, Lycus had a family image he needed to maintain.

A soft purr rumbled in his chest as his tongue laved over his neck again, nipping softly as the already marked flesh.

His hand sped up as Aleksandr's hips jerk, his hands working dutifully as he pleasured the Lycan.

"What did you say?"

He mumbled softly, unable to hear what the man had just murmured, his teeth trailed down his neck, teasing him with soft nips.

Neither of them were going to leave this room without a myriad of marks. Both were going to be covered in them by the end of this session and Alek didn't mind.

Lycus' body was smeared with blood and bite marks. Alek couldn't help but purr at the sight of the Elf's claimed body. Those would linger for days. If he showed anyone those marks they'd know just what he had been doing.

He gave a little shake of his head.

"Nothing." He had said nothing. Nothing important. Nothing the Elf needed to know about.

A soft shiver shook his body as the Elf's blunt teeth nipped his neck softly.

Lycus hadn't paid attention to the fact that he was covered in the Lycan's claiming marks, he had been too caught up to notice anything other that pain and pleasure and how the two of them seemed to swirl together into an addictive mix.

When he finally did notice chances were that he would not be leaving his room until they were completely healed, that or he would cover them as best he could.

The Lycan saying nothing only sparked his interest, Aleksandr rarely talked unless he had something to say.

His free hand grasped under the man's chin, forcing his head to tilt up roughly as his teeth bore down on the side of his neck, baring down just above his clavicle, abusing the sensitive bundle of nerves as his bit teetered on the edge of breaking his skin, but not quite.

The hand around his arousal tightened, gripping him tightly as he began pumping him rapidly.

"Tell me."

He muttered, licking the harsh indents on his skin before biting down on it again, a soft yet seductive growl sounding in his throat.

He gasped softly, head tilting back further as Lycus bit harshly into his neck.

He writhed under the Elf, hips rocking up against the hand pumping him, hands clenching into fists, teeth sinking into his lip.

Alek didn't want the Elf to know what he had said. It was a slip of the tongue, something that he had said without thinking it through. He could just see Lycus' smug smirk.

The Lycan parted his lips to tell him where to shove his order when his teeth sank into his neck again.

The growl shattered his will to defy him, though. There was something so sexy about growling. It was primal and animalistic. He loved it.

"Ooh, Master," he groaned again; a little louder than the previous time he had said it, cheeks flushing slightly. He just knew Lycus would be listening intently now.

His lips curled up into a little grin, even after what Aleksandr had just done to him, he still called him Master, willingly of all things.

"Not anymore, but how about we roleplay a little, while we get you off." He purred the words softly into the man's ear.

A smirk spread across his lips as he got to his feet, his hand gracing over Alek's body fleetingly.

"On your knees, hands on your knees, eyes on the floor."

He growled his words sternly, there was no room for disobedience, Aleksandr had showed him what he could do as a Master, taking care of his submissive, now it was his turn to do the same.

He would give the Lycan an amazing release that rivaled the one he had been given.

A little sort sounded.

Of course. That smug tone. Of course he'd gain that smug tone. He had called it.

"You're admitting that you're not my Master? Did you hit your head while I was making you writhe about like that?" he murmured softly, his own lips curling into a little smirk.

But the idea of role playing times gone by... A soft shiver shook his body.

He'd play ball.

He had enjoyed it in the past when Lycus was in a good mood.

The tone lycus used to give the order shot straight through him. That forceful, stern tone. He loved it.

Alek moved obediently, pushing himself up to kneel, bowing his head to stare down at the ground as he waited for his nect order.

He shot the Lycan a stern look as he spoke, he wasn't going to respond to that question.

The two of them were no longer at the estate, he was meant to be the man's equal now, they were both Elders for their species.

A pleased grin spread across his lips as the Lycan complied and knelt down with his head down cast.

The Elf picked up the crop they had been using earlier and circled Aleksandr, his eyes taking in the man's body.

The hard leather stroked down the man's spine painfully slow.

"Have you been behaving or causing trouble, do you deserve a treat or should I punish you...
How about a little of both."

The crop lashed out, biting against the Lycan's back roughly.

A low purr sounded as the leather stroked down his spine, goosebumps forming across his skin. The pace of the leather against his skin was almost painful. Too slow.

Behaving or causing trouble.

Now that was a matter of opinion.

His eyes slid shut and he gave a groan as the crop collided with his skin.

His eyes flickered open again but didn't stray upwards, thumbs brushing against his knees slowly.

"Hands behind you back."

He commanded, the stern tone seeping back into his voice as he tapped the crop on the side of each of the Lycan's arms.

Lycus moved away for a moment as he went to gather something from one of the walls.

He walked back over and once Aleksandr had complied he knelt down and cuffed the man's wrists together, making sure the rough leather was nice and tight against his skin.

"Stand up."

He ordered once again as he grasped onto the chain between the cuffs and pushed him forward, leading him to one of the tables.

He maneuvered the Lycan until his pelvis pressed against the edge of the table and roughly he force his torso down, pressing him down onto the table top so that he was standing an bent over it.

His hands slid behind his back immediately, fingers clasping together.

His eyes flickered up to watch the Elf walk away, silver trailing over him slowly as he picked up a pair of cuffs.

Alek could only imagine what he could do with those.

His eyes cast downwards again when he turned around to stroll back towards him.

His lips quirked upwards when he felt the leather brush against his skin. He really loved the feeling of leather against his skin. He always had; cuff, whip or even clothing. He'd admit to buying a fair few pieces of leather clothing just to feel the leather against his skin.

It was slightly awkward but he managed to push himself to his feet

His eyes slid closed again as he was pushed down onto the table. His legs spread without being prompted, just for comfort.

A soft purr rumbled in his chest as he looked Alek over, admiring the man's backside and the view of him bound and bent over like this.

"Spreading your legs for me already, I've never seen you so eager."

The Elf's crop came down on the Lycan's back, causing an angry red line up the man's spine.

This little session would be all about Alek, he was yet to find his release and he could imagine just how worked up the man was already.

Lycus moved closer, pressing his bare body up against the Lycan's his hip grinding against him as he grasped onto his hair and yanked his head back by it, the Elf's mouth trailing over his neck softly, a total contrast to his current grip on his hair.

"I bet you enjoyed before, claiming me, feeling your teeth buried in my skin and my blood flowing into your mouth.
You've left marks all over me and I think it is time that I do the same to you."

His teeth bit sharply into the side of Aleksandr's neck, the force of his jaw breaking his tanned skin.

When Lycus finally pulled away from the abused skin a rivet of blood collected at the corner of his mouth, slowly dropping and trailing down his chin and neck while in plain view of the Lycan as he leaned his head over the man's shoulder, a low growl sounding in his chest.

His body shook with a low chuckle.

Of course there'd be some stupid comment about him doing something unintentionally sexy for his own comfort.

He jerked with a low groan when the crop cracked against his back.

A soft almost-whine passed his lips when he was yanked back by his hair. His backside pressed back against the Elf's hips as he tried not to move his head and have his hair tug in the man's grip.

"Oh, I did," he agreed with a little smirk.

He had definitely enjoyed it. So did Lycus.

Do the same to him? Was he going to-?

Yes! A loud, pleased groan sounded as teeth sank hard into his neck. He could feel the blood running down his neck. He loved it.

The low growl Lycus gave him as returned with one of his own as his tongue ran over his lower lip slowly. He wanted to lick that blood off him. Trace the path of blood with his tongue, brush the deep crimson from his lips with his own.

His eyes gleamed as Alek growled and licked his lips, it seemed he had found a way to rile him up, biting and blood, he liked them both, more so together.

"Do you want a taste?"

He asked, his lips curling as the Lycan's blood glistened on them, staining his lips crimson.

The Elf gripped his hips, turning the man around and pushing him up to sit on the table.

He looked up at Aleksandr as blood followed the curve of his body, the one drop trailing over his collar bone, then down over his chest.

Lycus grasped onto his chin and pulled his head down, capturing the man's lips, smearing both their mouths with the crimson liquid.

Do bear shit in the woods?

Yes, he wanted a taste. Of course he wanted a taste. The Elf's lips had never looked as tempting as they did now, smeared with his blood.

Alek teetered slightly when he was pulled around to sit on the table rather than bend over it. He couldn't let his arms catch him if he fell so he was awkwardly swaying, trying to get his bearings.

And when he had, he was being pulled into a kiss.

The first kiss Lycus had ever initiated.

He returned the kiss eagerly, leaning forwards, purring loudly as he tasted his own blood on his tongue.

Lycus pulled away from the kiss abruptly and pressed his lips to the slowly healing wound before claiming the Lycan's lips again, giving him more of his own blood to sample.

He pulled away more slowly this time, licking his lips with a soft purr as he looked up at the man, he still had red streaked down his neck and chest, a temptation that was so close but Aleksandr could not get to, instead he would let the scent of it linger on him, driving the Lycan's arousal further.

"Place your feet up on the edge of the table."

He ordered, a rumbling growl present in his voice as his eyes flashed, it was time for a little fun.

A soft whine sounded when he pulled away abruptly.

Had he just realised what he was doing? Just realised that this was the first time he had willingly kissed him?

A purr rumbled in his chest as his lips returned to him. Perhaps not. But he was sure he would still be waiting for the time that he he does realise that he had just kissed him willingly. Twice.

The Lycan watched the Elf as he pulled away again. His eyes traced the lines of red on his tanned skin. Once more he wanted to trace them with his tongue.

Alek shivered softly at the growling tone. He loved that particular tone so much.

His feet moved, perching on the edge of the table obediently.

Lycus gripped onto the man's knees and pushed them apart so that his member was completely exposed to him.

How many nights had he thought about having Aleksandr like this, willing and ready for what ever he would do to him, far too many.

The Elf's tongue lapped out over his chest before trailing down the center, lapping out over his navel.

His finger reached up and ran the length of the red trailed over his chest, collecting the last of the blood on his finger tips.

He lowered his head and on the underside of the man's erection he drew a small 'L' in red before lapping it off with his tongue, a contented purr sounding in his chest as he gripped Aleksandr's hips tightly, taking the man into his mouth.

His eyes slid shut and his head tilted back when his legs were pushed apart. A little flush darkened his cheeks.

Usually he had no problem with being naked in front of others, but no matter how many times he told himself that this was just Lycus and they weren't lovers, this felt intimate. It made him feel uncomfortable and embarrassed.

He shivered softly when the Elf's tongue laved down the centre of his chest.

The Lycan writhed a little, legs pushing together, almost closing as Lycus' tongue lapped out over his arousal.

His lips parted and he gave a soft moan as the Elf took him in his mouth, his hips rocking upwards eagerly.

Lycus still gripped onto the crop and as Alek tried to close his legs he lashed it out harshly against the outside of his right thigh.

"Legs apart."

He commanded, his voice low and threatening, he had placed the man like that for a reason and he wanted him to remain like that.

The Elf kept a firm grip on Aleksandr's hips, he wanted this to remain at his pace, the Lycan would get his release soon enough, there was no need for rushing.

He lowered his head further, taking him in before he began bobbing his head, his hand pumping the base of his shaft while his other hand moved to cup and caress his balls.

He gave a soft hiss when the crop cracked against his thigh.

Tongue lapping out over his lower lip, his thighs parted again. He bit his lip, eyes clenching shut as he tried to will down the flush in his cheeks.

Why was he suddenly embarrassed by this? It was just... It was Lycus. There was no need to get embarrassed over this with Lycus.

He inhaled sharply through his nose, hands clenching into fists.

A soft whine sounded as he began writhing against the edge of the table.

Lycus' eyes flicked up to gaze up at Aleksandr was he worked the man over.

The pink staining his cheeks was the first thing he noticed, was the Lycan blushing? That was a new development, there were a lot of things that the man did during their sessions together but blushing was not one of them.

He dismissed it and continued to bob his head, slightly faster this time, his tongue lapping out and stroking the Lycan's sensitive head, the tip of his tongue writhing against his slit.

A soft purr rumbled in his chest, this was familiar, this was what he was use to, his Slave tied up and still while he did what ever he wanted.

His breathing came a little heavier.

His hips writhed as Lycus' tongue lapped over him as his head bobbed. He fought to keep them obediently spread for the man but it was difficult.

With each intense feeling, he felt the need to close his legs against the sensation.

And each time he did, managing to close hem a few inches before wrenching them apart again before the Elf could lash him again.

He whimpered softly as his hips tried to rock against the hands keeping him in place.

He wanted to move his hips, he wanted to close his legs.

He could see the Lycan struggling to keep himself seated like that, without the use of his hands keeping himself upright would be a struggle the more he began to writhe.

His tongue lapped out over the head of his arousal before letting it slip from his mouth completely.

"Finding it hard to sit still?"

He muttered as he stood up straight, a devious smile spreading across his lips.

"Stay still."

He demanded, his eyes narrowing as he moved to the wall and grabbing out a long length of leather strapping.

He gripped each of Aleksandr's legs, promptly tying his calves to his thighs rather tightly before threading the strap through the chain of the cuffs on his wrists and pulling sharply.

This forced his legs to be bound together and spread wide apart so he was completely exposed to the Elf.

So that he didn't lose his balance and fall over he looped the strapping through a hook on the roof and pulled it tight, not enough to suspend him, but enough so that their was no slack, stopping him from falling.

"What a lovely slight."
He cooed admiringly as his hands stroked over the exposed chest and thighs softly.

Yes, he was finding it hard to sit still. This was the second time he had had sex in half a millennia. He was sensitive and being touched like this and expected to stay completely still was impossible.

"Yes Master," he snorted as he was ordered to stay in place.

He watched the Elf silently as he padded back to the wall. The wall seemed to have everything the Elf wanted on it. Not that he could complain. It was well equipped and he was looking forward to exploring it in the future.

His eyes slid shut as Lycus began tying him in place.

A red flush stained his cheeks again as Lycus tugged on the strapping and his legs were forced apart. He couldn't fight against the bondage. His legs were tied firmly apart.

His eyes flickered open to meet Lycus' when his hands stroked over his skin.

He felt vulnerable and open. Lycus could do anything to him and right now he had no chance of being able to escape. His wrists were bound and in an awkward position. He wouldn't be able to escape from this easily even if he really wanted to.