Gatti groaned, sweat gliding down his face, as Dilandau slid into him from behind. He was almost to the point of coming, thanks to his lord's expert use of his fingers and tongue upon his body. His arms trembled as he braced himself on the bed, elbows on the mattress and hands gripping the headboard slats. Dilandau gently grasped him with one hand and began stroking him in time with his slow thrusts, his other hand gripping his hip.
"Hold back, Gatti, hold back," he gasped as he increased the pace, excitement deepening his voice.
"I... can't... I," the second moaned helplessly. "Oh God..."
"GATTI!" Dilandau bellowed angrily and he instantly stiffened, muscles tightening all over his body as terror washed over him, slicing through the unbearable pleasure. Then the warlord grabbed his hips with both hands and quick as lightning thrust deeply into him again and again. Gatti screamed as the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced tore through him, his heart literally stopping as he came. Then he groaned, his awareness slowly returning. Dilandau was drawing out of him, stroking his back and gently calling his name.
"Gatti-san, Gatti-san," he was saying softly. "Are you still with me?" Gatti collapsed onto his side, gasping. His lord lay down beside him, propping his head up on one hand and looking at him, red eyes bright as fire.
"I probably ripped you up some this time," he said with a smile. "Hope you don't mind."
"That was incredible," he breathed. "Well worth it."
"I thought you'd like it," Dilandau replied softly, gently stroking his lower lip. Gatti ran one hand down the white neck and chest, sliding through the glistening sweat, enjoying the feel of the soft skin and firm muscles.
"Oh, my lord," he whispered. "I love..." He cut him off.
"Shhhhh," he said, pained confusion twisting the pale features. "I know, I know." He brushed his second's hair from his forehead, his brow still knotted, and Gatti accepted his response. It was the best he could hope for, he knew.
"It's all right," he said, smiling gently, and Dilandau's face cleared. The warlord pillowed his head onto his arm and went instantly to sleep. Gatti softly stroked the pale cheek.
"I love you, Dilandau," he whispered, then, slipping his hand down to rest against his lord's chest, dropped off as well.
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