20. Body Worship
“Are you sure it’s a good idea to leave those two alone?”
“Why? Because they hate each other?” Deimos laughed and waved his hand. “Oh, they’ll be married soon, won’t they? They’re going to have to get used to being alone together sometime.”
Paedir looked back over his shoulder. The more he saw Cazmir and Cadenza together, the less certain he became that their engagement would come to fruition. It was an arranged marriage, as almost all of them were when it came to the Sesharrimian nobility, but this one seemed a particularly bad match. So far the only good part of accompanying his twin brother on this outing with her was meeting her brother, sweet Deimos, who was tugging lightly on his arm.
“If this makes us bad chaperones then we shall simply have to live with that status,” the blonde continued, still keen to lead Paedir towards the back of the club. There were curtained off areas there, intended for exactly what he had in mind. “I can think of much better things to do than watch them glare at each other.”
A smirk had found its way onto Paedir’s lips when he finally turned his attention back to Deimos. “I dare say that I can, too.”
He let the younger di Voce take him past an array of pink and purple curtains, ending up in a free booth full of pillows and cushions. All at once Deimos started to disrobe, only stopping when Paedir stilled his hands.
“There’s no rush,” he said as he tugged the blonde a little closer. His back pressed up against his front, his head tilted at just the right angle for Paedir to lean in and press a tender kiss to his neck. “I want to enjoy you.”
Deimos bit his lip but smiled nonetheless. “So you’re not here to just fuck me?” he asked.
“Oh, I am here to fuck you,” Paedir said as he reached forwards and slowly started to unbutton Deimos’ blouse. “Just not like that.”
He gently peeled the fabric from the other man, leaving his chest bare. His hands were quick to roam. They slid upwards before resting on his nipples and rubbing around them, teasing him long before he started to pinch them between his fingers. Deimos whimpered at first and then he moaned. He reached up and gripped Paedir’s wrists hard, squirming where he was stood.
“More,” he begged, trying to drag his hands lower. “Please.”
Paedir chuckled but did what he asked. One of his hands left Deimos’ nipples and trailed back down his body, undoing his trousers and letting them fall to the floor. The blonde was already hard under his underwear but that only made him want to go slower. The tips of his fingers brushed beneath the top of the silky fabric, getting close enough for Deimos to start whining anew, before pulling back just as quickly. Only then did he tug at the ties holding it on and let the thong fall away from him completely.
“You’re beautiful,” Paedir murmured. “Every inch.”
Deimos let out a bashful giggle, breaking Paedir’s hold on him as he turned around. “I’m sure you are too,” he said. “But you just aren’t letting me see.”
His hands were far faster than Paedir’s had ever been, starting at the soldier’s collar and moving all the way down his body as he quickly popped every shirt button from its hole and stripped him of it entirely. He was just as toned and muscular beneath as he’d suspected. Deimos’ hands trailed over him, groping and stroking at every bump and crevice with a lick of his lips. He only pulled away to move to his trousers and tug those away too, finally making Paedir just as naked as he was.
“I knew it. Big and beautiful.”
Deimos looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, a large smirk playing on his lips, as he took Paedir’s cock in his hands. He too was hard and it took barely a squeeze to draw a sweet groan from the soldier’s lips. Deimos tugged lightly, leading him along by it and turning him around, just so he could push him down into the pillows at their disposal. He walked over the top of him, placing a foot at either side of his hips, before slowly lowering himself down into his lap. His hand grasped at Paedir’s cock once more but this time it was to lead it up to his hole, pressing his tip against him so that when he was sat down, he was filled with every inch of the soldier’s great length.
Deimos’ sweet moans inches from his face were too much for him. Paedir brushed the blonde strands out of his eyes, cupped his cheeks with hard but gentle hands, and brought him into a kiss far more tender than the ones usually reserved for a first encounter in a nightclub. The soldier only broke away when he wanted to speak, letting his words brush up against Deimos’ lips.
“I promise you that I don’t do this very often.”
Deimos smiled. “I wouldn’t mind if you did.”
“You misunderstand, I...” Paedir paused, swallowing hard. “I have never been so enamoured with someone I’ve just met. You’ve enchanted me, Deimos, in a way I can’t quite describe and I so desperately want to see you again. Alone next time. No chaperoning, no double dates, and certainly no Cazmir and Cadenza.” He returned the blonde’s smile at last. “Just choose a place and I will take you there.”
Deimos’ cheeks flared red as his expression became more timid. “I’d love to,” he said. “No matter how unorthodox it may be. But first, please... will you fuck me, Paedir?” His quivering form sank a little lower onto the soldier’s cock. “I want it so desperately that I can barely stand it.”
Paedir didn’t reply. He merely pulled Deimos into another kiss and flipped them both over, letting the blonde in his arms sink into the pillows as he started to take him for the first time.