Erotic short. An older man instructs a trans student in self pleasure.
Rated E, trans M/M, 550w. For a request on Tumblr.
“Head back,” Neres murmurs, and Pel obeys, albeit with a slight anxiety. He’s nervous of touching Neres’ chest, of his body touching the older elf’s, but Neres apparently has no patience for that. His fingers on Pel’s forehead, he tips Pel’s head back himself, until the back of Pel’s head is resting against Neres’ shoulder.
The man is deceptively warm despite his cold demeanour, and Pel shivers as he feels Neres’ chin come to press in against the crook of his neck, the better to look over him, to the mirror before them. He can’t feel it through Neres’ cheek because the wrong side is touching against Pel’s neck, but he can feel it through his chin, the bottom edge of the prosthetic Neres wears inside his mouth to support his jaw and his teeth.
Pel can barely stand to look at himself in the reflection, and when he looks forward he automatically makes to close his legs at the sight of his own cunt, the hair neatly trimmed two days ago by Neres himself.
“Ah ah,” Neres corrects him sharply, and raises his own knees — surprised, Pel feels his legs spread apart by the movement of Neres’ legs, Pel’s feet thrown over Neres’ own legs and now forced apart. “It’s your cunt, boy, not a gorgon’s head. Look.”
He obeys. It’s hard not to obey Neres’ orders, his instructions, as captivating as the man is, and he lets out a breathless noise at the older man’s reward — Neres mouths against the side of his neck, nibbles at the skin, and Pel watches the quiver of his own thighs, watches his own cock jump, his cunt twitch under the spotlight of the golden lantern.
“You will learn,” Neres informs him, tells him, orders him. “You will not move about this city, young man, unaware of your own body, your own pleasure. Hand between your legs.”
Fingers trembling, Pel slowly lowers his hand as he’s told, between his legs, hovering over himself.
“Thumb against your cock.” Pel rests the tip of his thumb against it, and then Neres whispers in his ear, his breath hot against Pel’s skin, “Stroke downward. Nice and slow, boy, nice and slow — use the very tip of it, that’s it, smooth, slow, featherlight touch. Feel the blood flow down between your legs, hm? Feel yourself growing wetter, feel it gathering in you, that want, that need?”
Pel imagines Neres’ trousers undone, imagines his cock standing up stiff between Pel’s legs and feels a wave of hot dizziness run through him — suddenly his cock is a good deal stiffer under his thumb as he strokes over it, and as he clenches around air he feels it move, feels himself eagerly twitch.
“Almost good. A finger inside yourself now, nice and slow, that’s it…” Neres clucks his tongue in disapproval. “No, no, you’re scarcely touching the sides. Boy, like this.”
Neres’ finger slides over his lower lip, into his mouth, over his tongue, and Pel whimpers around it, but does as Neres is demonstrating, slides his finger inside himself in the same way and feels the pleasure of it, the sensation —
“There,” Neres whispers, voice deceptively warm as well now, and Pel feels a shudder go through him as Neres taps a second finger against Pel’s lower lip, ready to demand entry.
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