Party Edouard Damune, once again the controversial toast of the art world, slumped at the dining table in his apartment, dispiritedly flicking through the mail - electronic and otherwise - that had accumulated over the two days he'd been asleep. He grunted as another brimming mug of strong, black coffee, his third since awakening, appeared by his elbow. Josef half-smiled, not at all perturbed by his employer's lack of civility. He'd known Damune long enough to not take offence at such behaviour, especially when the artist was still waking up.
"Jade asked me to thank you for a 'unique evening'." The PA settled in another of the comfortable dining chairs with his own cup of coffee.
Damune lifted bleared tawny-brown eyes to his employee and smirked.
"Good. He did very well." The artist became pensive. "I might have done him a disservice though, not letting him talk to anyone."
"Sir?"
"He missed a perfect opportunity to scout out a better class of client." Damune's gaze came to rest on the elaborately gilded rectangle of fine pseudo-parchment he'd recently flipped aside in disgust. "Let me fix that."
Damune betrayed no surprise when, without prompting, Josef handed him the 'phone and a business card. He punched in the number and as expected reached an answering machine.
"Jade, this is - " Damune glanced at his PA and grinned, " - Josef. If you're free, Damune would like you to escort him to a tedious social affair the night after next. It's being held by his patron and while he can't refuse he's not looking forward to it. Could you please come along to help alleviate the boredom? If you don't have anything suitable to wear he'll be happy to get you something. Call to confirm as soon as possible, please."Jade eyed the phone indecisively. Yes, he'd love to see Damune again - and maybe even more intimately this time, the artist had seemed to suggest he'd be open to taking Jade to bed… But this kind of function… He'd be out of his depth. But if Damune really just wanted him there as an escort, perhaps he wouldn't have to say much…
He shoved a hand through his hair. But what the hell was one supposed to wear to something like this? He ran through his limited wardrobe in his mind: there really wasn't much there that could be considered suitable. Well, not for appearing in public, anyway… He sighed and shrugged: he needed some new clothes anyway. He could ask Toyo, the boy had good taste and knew this area well. He'd know where the best clothing outlets were…He really wanted to go, to see Damune. He might never get another chance.
Taking a deep breath, he rang the number before he could change his mind.
"Damune residence." Josef's 'official' voice lightened when he realised who the caller was. "Jade, good morning. Thank you for calling back so promptly. Can you hold? Mr Damune's in the shower but he won't be long."
Swallowing back his nervousness, Jade managed to agree that he would hold on, distracting himself with imagining Damune in the shower… the man was beautiful…
"Mr Damune?" Josef spoke as soon as his employer emerged from the bathroom, before he had a chance to go barrelling off somewhere else: the coffee had finally kicked in and the man was energised. "Jade is on the phone."
"Now?" he grinned, experiencing a surge of pleasure. "Excellent. Jade? You got the message? Will you be free that evening?"Jade closed his eyes, focussing on the voice at the other end.
"Certainly… Damune-san. I'm not entirely sure how I should dress, though.
There was a slight pause before the artist replied in something close to a purr.
"Let's confuse the chickens, Jade, ruffle their expectations. Wear something... demure. In fact, don't worry about it, I'll have something ready for you when you arrive."
Something demure… He was most intrigued as to what the artist would consider demure…
"Very well, Damune-san. What time should I arrive?"
"Be here at 7.30. We'll eat before we go - the food at these things is much like the people who attend, beautiful fluff and no substance."He winced as the middle-aged man bit his nipple bruisingly hard.
"You aren't paying attention, Jade."
Spreadeagled on the luxurious bed, wrists strapped to the headboard, legs wide apart and ankles tied to the footboard, his position was a little risky for daydreaming about the coming reception. He pouted up at his client.
"That hurt."
The man grinned, then slid both hands under his buttocks, lifting his hips.
"I know… This will as well."
He positioned himself, thrusting into the slender body below him, chuckling as Jade gasped, grimacing. This client liked to believe he was inflicting pain - not too much, that would be uncivilised - and Jade was perfectly happy to let him think he was succeeding… Penetration was uncomfortable, but eased by the oily gel already inside him. He'd learned long ago to ensure he prepared himself before starting 'work'.
"Like that, don't you?" The older man rammed home sharply, supporting himself on his hands so he could gaze down into Jade's face. Jade yelped obligingly, then yelped in earnest as he pulled all the way out and slammed in again.
"Mmmmmm…. So pretty… so tight…" He leaned down to nip at Jade's lower lip. "Such a sweet little fuck…"
No finesse, Jade thought to himself. But the client would expect him to come, at least once, as a testament to his own skills… He tried to imagine it was Damune on top of him, Damune's cock inside him, Damune's mouth on his neck… he moaned as he hardened, eyes closing, remembering Damune's smile - and Yanagawa-san's lovely crimson eyes…
His back arched as he climaxed, eyes opening in stunned surprise. Well that was a first… Then again, remembering his reaction to the beautiful albino…
Imagine having Damune and Merill Yanagawa… at the same time… He whimpered as he hardened again, eyes closing against the smug, self-satisfied smirk on the client's face. Let him believe he was causing this, Jade knew better… He cried out as he came a second time, imagining Damune, back arched, head flung back, climaxing deep inside as Yanagawa-san kissed him…
The client grunted and came, jerking back and forth as he pinched Jade's nipples hard.
"Aaaaah…. So sweet…"
He slumped over the slim golden body below him, panting, snaking a hand between their bodies then smearing Jade's semen on his lips and kissing him hard.
"I'm good, aren't I? Tell me how good."
Jade gazed up at him, green eyes half closed, a slight smile on his lips.
"Not bad."
The client scowled, then chuckled.
"From you, that's a big compliment." He rolled off the slender body, one hand negligently smearing cooling semen across the smooth chest, over the swollen nipples, then shifted to watch his own ooze slowly out of Jade's body - something this particular client found arousing. Minutes later he thrust back into the slippery channel, fucking harder this time, his weight pressing painfully against prominent hipbones, smiling mirthlessly as the youth gasped with each thrust, unable to breathe properly beneath his weight. Jade closed his eyes, envisioning Damune's face, tawny eyes fierce, and felt himself hardening again, despite the discomfort. The older man groaned as he finally came, slumping heavily over his captive until he slid out, trailing semen across Jade's thigh.
"God you're so beautiful…"
Jade panted, chest heaving as he tried to get his breath back. The client stroked his thigh, then gripped his half-erect cock, pumping firmly. Knowing from past experience the man wouldn't stop until he came, Jade closed his eyes and imagined the hand was Damune's… It took him a while, and he was exhausted at the end, but he managed to climax for a third time.
The older man chuckled, fingers a little clumsy on the bonds, but he took Jade's feet into his lap, gently rubbing at the red marks the straps had left around his ankles, then did the same with his wrists.
"Are you OK?"
Jade nodded tiredly, then forced himself to smile. He still had one client left tonight, he couldn't sleep yet.
"I'd like to shower."
"Of course, of course!" the client hastily climbed off the bed, helping Jade to stand on legs stiff from being tied in one - not overly comfortable - position for a couple of hours. "Please, be my guest…"
The hot water was reviving, and soothing inside, as he removed the spray head and cleaned himself carefully. A quick jet air-dry and he was ready to dress, the client waiting for him with a mug of tea and his fee. Jade smiled as he used the man's computer to transfer the funds into his own, newly-opened account: the client had added a quarter again as much as he'd originally quoted.
At the door the older man pulled him into a gentle hug, brushing his lips with an oddly chaste kiss.
"Same time next week?"
Jade eyed him coolly, then nodded.
"As circumstances permit. I will let you know otherwise."
"Thank you." The client was almost pathetically grateful, and Jade patted his shoulder.
"I wish you a fortunate week…"Walking leisurely to his next appointment, he ruminated on the change in his fortunes. Just two weeks ago he'd been living from day to day, walking the streets for clients: now he was in demand, and well paid for his services. And he had Damune to thank for that. Well, the fact that he was attractive and skilled helped, of course, but it had been Damune who'd brought him to people's attention in this rich urban ward.
He decided there and then never to charge Damune for anything he might ask.Jade eyed himself in the mirror, dissatisfied with the sight. He'd showered, scrubbed himself thoroughly, washed his hair (he'd even bought some of the lemon blossom toiletries Damune seemed to like so much) and pulled on close-fitting black leggings and a loose jacket top. He'd been sparing with his makeup - he wasn't very fond of the stuff anyway, just a little to highlight his eyes and make his lips gleam - and his hair almost shimmered in the light. He looked… plain.
He wanted to look special for Damune.
He scowled at himself. He'd sworn, two years ago, that he'd never let himself get close to anyone again, not after that last betrayal, yet here he was, desperate to make a good impression, to have the artist view him in a favourable light.
What the fuck was wrong with him? That kind of thinking was dangerous…
He tried to rationalise, telling himself that he owed it to Damune, that it might lead to more work, either more clients or possibly his use as a model in another artistic creation, and almost managed to convince himself…
Toyo pulled back the filmy curtain at the entrance to his alcove and grinned.
"There's a big 'car here for you…"
Swallowing hard, Jade took a deep breath and walked out of the building.The 'car purred through the multi-level streets, avoiding carjams with ease. Jade sat back in the deep soft seat, making himself breathe calmly. Just another client. Just another client… Yeah right…
The trip was far too short, and within half an hour he was walking into the exclusive residential towerblock. Real security guards stopped him, asking his business, but before he could speak Josef approached, dealt with the guards courteously and efficiently, then, smiling gently, ushered the youth into the elevator.The artist brushed sensitive fingers over the black silk garment, taking pleasure in the smooth, cool sensuality of the material. Cool and sensual... like the person it was destined to adorn. Damune smiled to himself, Jade was beautiful but unlike so many others who tried so hard to be beautiful there was no artifice in the boy's beauty. How had he ended up on the streets? It couldn't have been an easy life he'd led, looking like that. Damune glanced at his watch - he just had time for a shower before Jade arrived - and strode off to the bathroom.
From the kitchen where he was preparing dinner, Josef noted his employer's heightened colour and smiled. Damune all too frequently gave himself completely to his work, he didn't often think about anything beyond it, like sex. But the tall European was thinking about it now, Josef was certain. It might behove him to find out what Jade liked for breakfast..."Thank you for coming, Jade," Damune smiled down at the young male and clasped a slender hand warmly between his. Mobile, expressive lips quirked. "You have no idea how much I appreciate this." He stepped aside, gesturing to the dining room. "Please, come and eat. I hope you like pasta, it's one of Josef's specialities."
"Thank you." Eyes wide, Jade followed the artist into the apartment, watching the way he moved, the fine cotton yukata almost flowing around his tall thin form. The material was the deepest, richest purple he'd ever seen, depth on depth, almost three-dimensional colour… he dragged his attention away and up to the thick, shaggy-spiky hair, colouring slightly as Damune glanced over his shoulder and smiled.
The man was beautiful. Not handsome, and certainly not classically attractive - but there was an extraordinary vibrancy about him, a… a lust for life that made him shine from within…
Jade had never eaten pasta before, but would have been perfectly happy just to eat grass, as long as he could sit and watch Damune while he did so."That was delicious, thank you, Josef." The artist leant back in his chair with a happy sigh then grinned at his guest. "And now we should get ready, I suppose. Ms. Rabena detests tardiness in her guests." He tipped his head back, draining his wine, then propelled himself out of the chair. "Josef, could you get Jade organised, please?" Damune disappeared into a room, shedding the cotton robe as he did, allowing Jade a glimpse of pale back and buttocks before the door shut.
Josef chuckled, deep brown eyes lively.
"If I didn't pick up after him he'd be hip-deep in discarded clothes." He touched the young male's elbow. "Come, your outfit is laid out ready for you."Jade forced himself not to think about that tiny glimpse of Damune naked. Maybe later he'd allow himself the luxury - but not now.
Not if he was to do justice to what the artist had bought for him…
The clothes laid on the bed in the small spare bedroom were exquisite and must have cost a fortune. Sleek, form-fitting - but not tight - trousers, cinched in at the ankles in the Chinese style, and a thigh-length, long sleeved, mandarin-necked tunic fastening to one side with tiny jade and green brocade toggles, the whole in the finest black silk. Jade picked up the tunic, holding it to the light: there was some sort of subtle pattern woven into it, he was sure, though he couldn't quite make out what it was. He let the fabric slide through his fingers… it was almost like water, cool, smooth, and it made the slightest whispering sound as it moved…
He stripped naked, then slid into the outfit. No underwear - he never wore any anyway, and in any case it would spoil the lines of the clothing. There was a pair of geta to go with the costume, ebony-soled, with supple leather straps, surprisingly comfortable. He eyed himself in the mirror, and smiled. Nicely androgynous - and beautifully demure. Heh, if you were blind! The silk outlined every curve of his body, but the double thickness of silk at his groin blurred the contours, added a sort of mystery that he rather liked…
He thought he might be able to do Damune justice, after all."Lovely." Damune breathed, smiling softly in approval. Then he grinned lop-sidedly, momentarily losing the appearance of assurance and control. "I would very much like to have your company after the party - if you've no other plans."
Jade blinked - then smiled delightedly, unselfconsciously.
"I have no other plans, Damune-san. I would be honoured."
"Excellent." tawny eyes sparkled, then he looked over at his unobtrusive PA, sighing when Josef nodded. "Ah, the 'car's here. We'd better leave..."It was probably just as well he felt nervous, Jade thought to himself as they rode in the 'car, otherwise he'd have been unable to resist touching Damune. It wasn't the fine, dark linen suit or ivory silk shirt, though they were tempting enough, the beautiful contrast of textures intriguing. It was the artist's hands. They… fascinated. They were never still, even when he was at rest - long hands, with long, crooked fingers, short manicured nails… They'd felt cool and competent on his body that first time, but that was different… And his eyes. Sardonic tawny-brown eyes that saw everything…
Jade was looking forwards to later.
The reception was held at a private gallery. Ms Rabena turned out to be a tiny woman, seemingly made from the finest translucent bone china - except for the crystalline glint in her eyes. Jade had seen it before. This woman dominated everything she set her sights on.
To his horror, minutes after entering the gallery, she seemed to have set her sights on him…
Damune, who wasn't about to leave his guest to the predatorial whims of his patron, lifted a dark eyebrow and smiled, resting his hand lightly over Jade's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Michiko, you'll need to make an appointment."
The tiny woman pouted.
"Not even for an hour? I'll return him to you unharmed."
Damune smirked.
"No. And your... friends here will notice your absence."
"Spoilsport." she growled, then fixed Jade with a piercing gaze. "Leave a contact number at the front desk."
Damune squeezed Jade's shoulder gently.
"I'd like to introduce you to someone, Jade," he chuckled, "someone not as likely to set your heart on a stake."
"That was never proved!" Ms Rabena declared archly, though there was the hint of a smile playing over her lips.
Damune laughed outright then led Jade to another part of the gallery."Edouard!" the middle-aged man, stoutly European, greeted the artist warmly. "I didn't expect to see you here tonight."
"You know I can never resist a summons from my heart of hearts," Damune rolled his eyes.
"I'm sorry I couldn't make it to the opening."
The artist waved aside his apology.
"Don't worry about it, my friend, it was crowded out with idiots, you wouldn't have enjoyed it. But come along sometime soon and I'll give you a private showing."
"Thank you," the older man's pleasure was evident. "I'll do that." He glanced at Jade standing demurely at Damune's side. "And you would be the 'living art' I've heard so much about?" He bowed neatly from the waist, Western-fashion. "Emmanuel Trieste. I am pleased to meet you."
Damune grinned.
"Emmanuel this is Jade." He touched his fingers to the boy's shoulder again. "Mr Trieste is - astonishingly - devoted to his beautiful wife and won't have need of your services, but he is acquainted with many who would. Far more, certainly, than I could hope to introduce you to." Damune glanced enquiringly at his friend. "Emmanuel, would you object to Jade putting in an appearance at the casino now and again?"
The elder European grinned, reaching into a discreet pocket in his jacket.
"Of course not," he handed Jade an elegant plastic business card. "Here's the address. We're open all the time and there is a range of quite comfortable, secure rooms available for - " he lowered his voice, " - private assignations."
Jade took the card, then gazed at the older man, feeling… comfortable with him. He smiled faintly, bowing his head.
"Thank you T… Turiesetu-san." His smile broadened. "Though I regret I do not gamble…"
Trieste laughed.
"There's plenty that do," he winked, "and as the rooms are for hire no doubt you'll be contributing to the casino's income in some fashion!" Still smiling, he bowed again to both of them. "Now if you will excuse me I must find my wife. I look forward to seeing you at the casino, Jade."
"There," Damune grinned down at the younger man once Emmanuel had left, "Does that make up for me not letting you mingle at the gallery the other night?" Before Jade could answer the artist grimaced. "Call of nature. Have a look around, Jade, I'll catch up with you in a few minutes."Jade eyed the card, turning it over in his hands for a moment before slipping it into the one tiny pocket inside the tunic. That was the reason for Damune bringing him along tonight, to help him find clients? It was… a kind thought, he decided after a moment, after all, that wasn't the only reason, the artist did want him to stay the night…He wondered about Ms Rabena, though. He did not want to leave her any way of getting in touch. The last time he'd had anything to do with such a woman he'd ended up humiliated and in pain… But would disobedience cause problems for Damune? He couldn't see how, the artist didn't own him. He'd have to ask, later…
A small knot of people moved away from the wall they'd been obscuring…
… later…… on the wall…
He froze, face determinedly impassive, eyes wide, feeling heat gathering in his groin…
A Damune painting, of Merill Yanagawa. The albino was naked, facing away from the viewer, leaning over… something, some abstract solid structure in a dark colour… his thighs very slightly parted, just enough for a subliminal glimpse of what lay between them. Long crimson eyes smiling back over his shoulder… palest ivory skin, the curves of neck and shoulder and hip and back and thigh lyrically erotic, frosty white hair tumbling over one shoulder… and the smile… it promised eternity…Jade fell in love.
Unnoticed, Damune stood a little distance away from Jade, observing the young man's reaction to the painting. The artist smiled softly to himself; he'd seen the footage Josef had taken at the opening, seen Jade's initial, unguarded response to Benten. Tawny-brown eyes narrowed thoughtfully, became almost calculating. Damune began to plan - it looked as if he'd found the inspiration for his next series of works...
"Jade," Damune very deliberately placed himself squarely in front of his guest, virtually ignoring the painting. "My duty is done, I've shown my face. Would you like to come back with me now?"
Jade blinked rapidly, shaking his head minutely to clear it of the beautiful image burned into his brain, then smiling at the artist.
"I would like that very much, Damune-san."
When forced to choose between an impossible - and impossibly romantic - dream and a solid and lovable reality, Jade would opt for the real any time.Damune was strangely silent on the journey back to his apartment, his hands clasped in his lap. While he did make eye contact with Jade as often as not his gaze would drop instantly. The artist was giving every evidence of being uncomfortable, unsure.
He started when Jade gently laid a hand over his, meeting the other's questioning gaze almost shyly.
"I..." Damune cleared his throat but his words still emerged in a husky whisper. "I prefer to be passive."
Jade gazed at him for a moment - then cupped his cheek in one long hand, gently pulling his face closer, inclining his head as he softly kissed the artist, lightly, fondly.
Damune relaxed with a sigh. He didn't know why but he'd always found it difficult to speak openly of something as intimate as his sexual preferences. But everything was fine, Jade was a professional, he was in good hands...Josef was waiting for them at the door when they returned to the apartment. One eyebrow lifted minutely as he appraised the situation, then he smiled.
"If you won't be needing me any more tonight, sir?"
"No. Thank you, Josef." Damune shot him a small smile then glanced at Jade. "I'm going to have a shower..." the artist took himself into the bathroom without waiting for an answer but the invitation was plain.
Jade inclined his head to Josef and was about to follow Damune when the PA stopped him with a quick touch on his wrist.
"He's told you what he likes?" Josef lowered his voice. Jade nodded. "It means he'll put himself entirely at your disposal - whatever you want to do he'll be happy to comply." The PA's smile was soft. "But he responds best to gentleness."
Jade's smile was warm and affectionate.
"His art is so strong… so is his heart. He needs softness for balance. I will be gentle, I promise."Jade slipped swiftly out of the silk outfit, carefully draping it over the back of a chair, then slid open the door to the bathroom…
Damune was in the shower, tense, facing away from him. Smiling to himself, Jade stepped into the spray, resting his hands lightly on the artist's back. Damune flinched, then forced himself to relax. Jade moved closer, sliding his hands slowly around the lean lanky body until he was cuddled into the thin back, hands pressing against Damune's chest. He kissed the artist's spine, then moved slightly back, pulling Damune around to face him, reaching up to cup the thin face in his hands.
"Meijin, I want to wash you."
Damune's eyes flickered to the lemon soap on the rack, then stood meekly as Jade lathered his hands, sleeking them over the artist's body with long, firm circular strokes. Damune tensed again as the younger man kneaded his buttocks, fingers tantalising, then slid back to his groin, caressing him almost teasingly, smiling as the artist hardened in his hands. Rinsing the soap from them both, Jade wrapped a hand around the nape of Damune's neck and pulled him down for a kiss, murmuring,
"Bed, meijin. Then I won't have to stretch so far…"
The comment startled Damune into a burst of nervous laughter - it was true that Jade was considerably shorter than his own six foot six inch height. He grinned and nodded, reaching for a towel each and wrapping one around Jade's shoulders before rubbing himself briskly with his own.
Damune's bed was huge, the bedclothes the finest, softest cotton, again in that rich deep purple, so dark it looked black in the muted light. Jade pushed the artist down onto the bed then stood for long minutes, gazing at the sight, the long lean legs, leanly muscular arms, pale skin, the nervous expression … Damune was a work of art in his own right.
"Beautiful…" Jade knelt on the bed, hands resting lightly on Damune's chest, then slid down to kneel between his parted legs. The artist tensed slightly - gods but he was on edge! - then relaxed as the younger man began to massage his leg, working upwards towards his thigh smoothly and at a medium pace. Avoiding his groin, Jade stopped at the hip then started on the other leg. By the time he'd reached the other hip the artist was achingly erect - as much from the thought of what was happening as the physical sensations - and panting…
Grinning to himself, Jade moved to straddle Damune's waist and leaned forwards to tackle his shoulders, allowing the artist's cock to just brush his anus. Damune moaned, eyes closing, his hips jerking instinctively as he sought entrance… Jade grimaced as he remembered he had no lubrication - it would have ruined the silk - and had no intention of pausing now to find any… The slippery liquid weeping from the head of Damune's penis would have to do.
He lifted himself up, then impaled himself very very slowly, watching as the artist's eyes snapped wide open then half closed in a sort of languid bliss, hands moving to rest lightly over Jade's hipbones.
"Lie still, meijin."
Swallowing, trembling faintly, Damune forced himself to stillness, watching Jade's face as the younger man rocked against him, sliding up then seating himself fully. As the speed of Damune's breathing increased, Jade slowed, leaning forwards to kiss him - a hard kiss, possessive, that had the artist panting.
"So beautiful." Jade kissed his eyelids gently, then suddenly speeded up, clenching internal muscles and pumping the solid cock inside him. Damune bit back a small cry, grabbed Jade's shoulders and came, jerking up into the slender golden body, whimpering deep in his throat as he slowly relaxed.
Jade smiled down at him, tracing the parted lips with one fingertip, then leaned forwards to kiss him again, tongue slowly and teasingly brushing his own, Damune responding by raising his head into the kiss, allowing the youth all the access he wanted…
Jade had been taught how to kiss by some very experienced people. By the time he'd finished, the artist was looking dazed, his cock - still half in the slim body above him - hard again. Jade twisted to nip at his throat, raising a shiver.
"Meijin, I would like us to roll over, then I would like you to fuck me. Hard. Will you do that for me?"
Damune nodded, tawny eyes bright. Jade smiled and kissed him.
"Good…"
Rolling onto his back, wrapping his legs around the artist's hips, Jade urged Damune to greater and greater efforts, until the artist cried out and came, hard, eyes closing as lights exploded behind his lids. He collapsed down onto Jade's body, panting harshly.
"Oh gods…"
The younger man pushed at him, managing to roll the limp heavy body onto its side, then pulled Damune's head down into a long, leisurely kiss. The artist pulled him close, nuzzling his hair - then frowned. Jade was still hard and weeping against his stomach: the young man hadn't come yet.
"Um… Jade?" He slid a hand between their bodies, stroking as best he could. Jade quivered then gently but firmly pulled the hand back.
"I want to take you, meijin. I want to be inside you. I want to fuck you."
Damune shivered, a tide of warmth flowing through him at the words.
"How… how do you want me?" It sounded as though he couldn't quite catch his breath. Jade smirked.
"Stay on your side. Raise your knee slightly."
Damune did as instructed, waiting breathlessly as Jade moved to lie behind him, quickly gathering a palmful of the semen leaking from his body as lubrication then sliding into Damune smoothly, one hand under a lean thigh cupping his lax genitals, the other snaking under his chest to rest over a pectoral muscle, thumb flicking idly at a small nipple.
Then he began to thrust, slowly, angling himself perfectly to rub over the artist's prostate…
Damune thought he'd black out. His cock and balls exquisitely sensitive from the activity of the last hour, Jade's teasing fingers coaxing an extraordinary mix of almost-pain but far more pleasure from him, the sturdy rigid cock inside him stroking, pushing his arousal higher and higher until he came for the third time…
Jade held him close, body tensed as he climaxed, luxuriating in the transient power he held, basking in the pleasure he felt radiating from Damune. Special, so special… he sighed as he relaxed, kissing between the artist's shoulderblades.
"Damune-san…"
A half-chuckled, half sleepily-growled, "Call me Edouard…" came from the man in front of him. Jade nuzzled his back, trying the name silently.
"Edouarued… Edouad…"
It was close enough. He sighed happily and wriggled back slightly, sliding free and rolling off the bed. Damune looked over his shoulder, eyes half-closed.
"Jade…?"
"I will be right back." The younger man prowled to the bathroom, gathering up a wet sponge and several towels: it was too late and they were both too sated for another shower, but he didn't like sleeping on - or waking up to - cold sticky dampness and he very much suspected Damune wouldn't enjoy it either. Ignoring the artist's sleepy protests he swabbed Damune's lower body, delicately wiping away dried and drying semen and gently patting warm skin dry, then went back to the bathroom and swiftly and efficiently sluiced himself out. Quickly dragging a comb through his ruffled hair, he returned to the bed, snuggling close to the artist. Damune rolled onto his back and pulled Jade close, nestling his head on a warm shoulder and kissing his forehead.
"Thank you."
Jade sighed happily and stroked his face.
"It was my pleasure, Ed… Edouad."
Damune chuckled.
"Mm. We'll argue about it later… Sleep now, precious one…"
© 2004 July 9th Joules and Lutra
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