[ love ] your muse telling mine they love them during. Zenix and Neritok
With a tug, Neritok pulled the rope taut and tied it off. Zenix’s wrists were fastened tight to the headboard now, his arms forced straight up above his head. Rope was tied about his knees too, keeping his legs bent and spread, each of the two loose ends attached to the collar at his throat. Neritok’s pet couldn’t have moved if he’d wanted to and Neritok was sure, even with how fidgety the shaan was wont to be, that he wanted nothing less.
Each of Neritok’s red hands pressed against Zenix’s thighs as he moved between his legs. His thumbs traced the outline of his hole, pressing at the rim before pushing inside and spreading him lightly. Zenix jolted, the bell at his collar ringing sharply.
“Don’t worry, my sweet little Zenny,” Neritok said with a smirk as he lined up the tip of his cock. “I’ll be gentle.”
He went slowly at first. He was so much bigger than the shaan that his cock looked almost monstrous against him. Yet every inch pushed its way inside, drawing a new whimpering whine from Zenix’s throat as it did, never stopping until Neritok’s hips pressed against the marks on his pet’s freshly spanked ass. The respite lasted but a moment. The zhuktor pulled all the way back in one swift movement before thrusting his way back inside. Again he did it, getting faster and faster, each slap of flesh punctuated by harsh moans and a violently ringing bell.
Neritok leant in and pressed his lips to the soft fur of Zenix’s body, working his way slowly up his neck. He could hear every muttered “fuck”, every choked out “p-please”, and every sweet beg of “Master” as his pet squirmed beneath him. His little cock, hard and throbbing, trailed pre-cum across both their stomachs as it was pressed between them, jerking every time Neritok sent a rolling thrust across his prostate.
By the time his lips found Zenix’s and started to press sweet kisses to them, the zhuktor’s cheeks had started to darken with a deep blush. Had the shaan always been so cute or was it just now, at the times when he was completely at his master’s beck and call, that Neritok was so completely enamoured by him? He’d been angry with him earlier -- as per usual, he’d been stealing things from around the zhuktor’s home, collecting them in the crowded pockets of his jeans only to sheepishly empty them out again when he was caught. Neritok was sure he was just trying to annoy him on purpose... and much to the zhuktor’s chagrin, that too was incredibly cute.
“I love you,” Neritok murmured as his thrusts became more and more intimate, each one ending in a hard grind against the boy’s tight hole. “Even if you did swipe all of my paperclips.”
