If ever there was a good time for a confession of greed, now was one of them. What a pitiful scrap it was too, but in this moment even that tiny shred of reassurance, that he wouldn't find himself unarmed, powerless and at the mercy of a pack of guards, was as good as gold to him. It was something to cling to, and cling to it he would, the disproportionate comfort he found in that tiny promise evidenced in a deep, shuddering sigh. As if he'd been holding his breath just to hear that.
X'rhun's fumbling fingers and weakened grasp was steadied and firmed by Tseng's hand twined about it, his strokes at this point entirely supported by the other man's grip upon his own. Once more, then. One more time, he could bring himself to climax, all for the promise of a night undisturbed, spent in slumber and clean. The fact that this bed would be shared with Tseng seemed to matter very little now, the mage mustering a long, soft but deep breath as he firmed up his grip upon himself. One last wall to push past, to come near under his own ministrations at but the command of the other man. Something that mere days ago would have horrified him to his very core.
Something that now, he poured as much energy as he could manage, as much focus and strength that he had left, into doing. The Emperor had instructed him to watch himself, and so he didn't look away as he sped up his pace, his face turning pink as his breathing began to pick up. More of his weight would be rested back against the body behind him, relying upon the other man to help keep him upright as the building pleasure sapped the strength from his legs. He'd already been fairly close, the constant attention the mage had received up until this point had kept him overstimulated and oversensitive, it wouldn't take long before precum was beading at the tip, and every exhale carried with it a soft, breathy little sound, barely edging upon a whimper.
It seemed like no time at all when the moment was upon him, and his knees near buckled as his free hand snapped to grip the hip of the man behind him in order to steady himself, reaching his peak as he came into his hand with an exhausted, relieved sob.
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X'rhun's fumbling fingers and weakened grasp was steadied and firmed by Tseng's hand twined about it, his strokes at this point entirely supported by the other man's grip upon his own. Once more, then. One more time, he could bring himself to climax, all for the promise of a night undisturbed, spent in slumber and clean. The fact that this bed would be shared with Tseng seemed to matter very little now, the mage mustering a long, soft but deep breath as he firmed up his grip upon himself. One last wall to push past, to come near under his own ministrations at but the command of the other man. Something that mere days ago would have horrified him to his very core.
Something that now, he poured as much energy as he could manage, as much focus and strength that he had left, into doing. The Emperor had instructed him to watch himself, and so he didn't look away as he sped up his pace, his face turning pink as his breathing began to pick up. More of his weight would be rested back against the body behind him, relying upon the other man to help keep him upright as the building pleasure sapped the strength from his legs. He'd already been fairly close, the constant attention the mage had received up until this point had kept him overstimulated and oversensitive, it wouldn't take long before precum was beading at the tip, and every exhale carried with it a soft, breathy little sound, barely edging upon a whimper.
It seemed like no time at all when the moment was upon him, and his knees near buckled as his free hand snapped to grip the hip of the man behind him in order to steady himself, reaching his peak as he came into his hand with an exhausted, relieved sob.