"Arabian Nights"
Part 27
by Mel
„You boys are not listening to me!" Ian sighed, the only real indication that he was frustrated with the two boys. Upon Sean’s departure he had them go back to their dancing practice. They were both getting much better, but it was not Ian’s job to pander them. He was here to ensure they did not embarrass Prince Viggo any more then they already had.
„You may be asked to do any number of things while the Prince entertains his guests, you must be able to go from serving one moment to dancing the next."
Both of the boy’s concentration had been thrown with the appearance of Sean, now they stood together, heads bowed. The few moments of quiet praise Sean had given them before he left were forgotten. The defiance they both had sported when they had arrived was gone, but the animation was still there. Ian was thankful of the fact. The Caliph’s household was full of slaves, but as a slave trainer, Ian had striven to keep each slave’s personality and spirit intact. It wouldn’t do to break the boy’s spirit.
He watched the two of them with a critical eye. „You are not able to focus on dancing now, we will have to try something different. Nada, you may go now, I’m sure Liv will have something constructive for you to do."
The girl stood, bowing to Ian as she took her tambourine, leaving the three of them. Ian crossed his arms over his chest, looking at the two. They didn’t fidget as they had been prone to in the beginning. They stood quietly, awaiting the next order. Ian knew they were becoming close, he was grateful that a rocky trust had seemed to form between the two. It was time to begin to strengthen it.
„Orlando, remove Elijah’s clothing."
If the taller slave had been expecting something, it had not been that and he hesitated. Both of them simply wore soft pants, the heat was too much and while they were practicing their dancing, shirts just seemed to get in the way.
„Orlando!" the order in Ian’s voice could not be denied and Orlando turned to Elijah.
He stared up at Orlando, blue eyes bright. Orlando found he had desired this since they had met. His hand gently cupped Elijah’s face, though he didn’t kiss him. His hand dragged down the other boy’s body. Elijah actually gasped when the hand passed over a nipple, the sound making Orlando smile. When his fingers reached the loosely tied drawstrings of Elijah’s pants, he looked to Ian for permission before looking back at Elijah. Elijah was worrying his bottom lip between his teeth and he nodded a little shakily.
Orlando slid gracefully to his knees before the other boy, tugging the string free. It was the only thing that held the pants in place and as it came free, the pants slid from Elijah’s body, revealing his soft white skin. His arousal grew beneath Orlando’s gaze, arching in front of his face.
„Hold his thighs," Ian said quietly, moving to a seat not far from the two.
Elijah shivered beneath Orlando’s touch, hooded eyes watching Orlando’s every move.
„Your Master may wish pleasure from either of you in anyway. But we will start slowly first. Blow on the tip Orlando." He did, making Elijah squirm. He flicked his eyes to Ian. „Take just the tip into- Yes, that’s very good. Now, the key here is to keep eye contact. ‘Slowly’ requires an intimacy that rough and tumble doesn’t."
Elijah’s bright eyes had darkened in their lust, they caught and held his chocolate orbs. Orlando could see the trust shimmering beneath the lust. He knew things between he and Elijah would only get better after this.
„Suck lightly, taste him on your tongue, enjoy him."
Orlando loved the feel of this, of what it did to Elijah. The young man was putty in his hands. He tasted heavenly, salty and sweet, an addictive combination. He sucked and Elijah’s pulse sped up beneath his fingertips. Stroking the thighs Orlando swirled his tongue around the head.
„Draw him in slowly, tease him with your tongue," Ian’s voice was hushed. „Let him know you are enjoying this as much as he is."
Orlando inhaled his scent through his nose before easing down onto him. His tongue danced along the underside, tracing the vein. Elijah groaned, forcing himself not to buck within Orlando’s heat, his body shimmering, the kittish movements arousing Orlando. When Elijah butted against the back of his throat Orlando swallowed him. Orlando purred.
„Perhaps this is an area where you need very little coaching Orlando." Ian murmured dryly, secretly delighted, „you truly enjoy what your doing." Elijah whimpered, hands clenching and unclenching. Ian stood, moving behind Elijah. He took his hands, startling the aroused boy, and slipped them into Orlando’s hair. „Guide him Elijah, show him what you like, what you need."
Elijah bucked forward into the purring mouth, Orlando taking it without complaint, thrilled to have both Elijah’s and Ian’s fingers tugging at his hair. He sped up, bobbing lightly. His eyes never left Elijah’s. This time Orlando was going to be sure this time that the only name Elijah would say was his own.
Ian was careful not to touch either of the boys in any other way then he did right now. Even he knew that the trust that this was building could be nothing but beneficial to Prince Viggo in the end. The man truly cared for both boys and Ian could tell how much he regretted having to give up them both. It was a marvel to watch a simple act bring two who were so hostile towards one another become as close as they now were.
„Orlando please," Elijah made a keening sound, the noise boiling Orlando’s blood, racing through him. He grabbed Elijah’s arse, slamming him forward onto his mouth, sucking hard. Elijah cried out, his fingers digging painfully into Orlando’s scalp. „O don’t stop," he bucked as far as he could, Orlando’s bruised lips stretching around his flesh, „Orli."
Orlando loved the sound of his name on Elijah’s lips, and the taste of him as he filled his mouth. He licked, sucking him down, taking all he had to offer as Elijah wailed his pleasure. He went boneless, Ian catching him before lowering him into Orlando’s arms. Orlando nuzzled the flesh at Elijah’s neck, holding his trembling body.
Ian smiled with something almost akin to pride. „Both of you are to go to the baths, I’ll expect you back in the hour."
He left them to their after glow. He had someone to talk to and then a date with a cold bath..
******
Elijah had never been more grateful for a hot bath then he was right now. He lay back, watching Orlando through hooded lids.
„Thank you for that."
Orlando smiled, crawling into the bath with him, gliding over to where he sat. He pressed his lips lightly to the unresisting prince’s. „You’re more then welcome, I certainly had a wonderful time."
Elijah grinned, mirroring Orlando’s cheeky smile. He made Elijah feel young again, made him forget those horrible things that had happened in his life. „Do you think I would enjoy it?"
Orlando’s fingers were playing with the flesh before him. „I think you would. Did you want to give it a go?"
„Why not?" Elijah ducked beneath the water. Orlando gasped, knowing already that he certainly wouldn’t last long. He didn’t, crying out as he came.
Elijah came up out of the water, smile smug. Orlando kissed it away, taking his taste into his own mouth. „So did you?"
„You were right, that was fun!"
„I’m glad you enjoyed it," Orlando snickered, „little kitty!"
Elijah splashed him. „Them’s fighting words!"
„O yeah?" Orlando splashed him back.
Their hour was spent much like that, basking in each other’s company.
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