My shoulder hooked under his calf as I swallowed down his length, his hips spasming against me.Yeah, I fucking liked thisa lot.
He was quivering and twitching, his cock sliding over my tongue, gliding across the roof of my mouth.I let one hand move down, my fingers slipping inside of his slit as he tugged me closer with his leg, grinding against me as if any space between our bodies was too much to bear.His cock thrust gently into my mouth as I worked my fingers into him, matching the rhythm of his movements beneath me.I traced my fingers along the ridges inside of him, which were pulsing in time with those sliding against my tongue, my mouth full of his sweet slick as I bobbed my head, drinking him down, devouring him.
I really couldn't get enough.Not even after a month in Xitera.Which wasn't to say that I wasn't getting the occasionalofferbut –
I pulled off, skin flushed and hot."Just to be clear," I said as Araxis, accustomed to this particular treatment, let out a sigh that was mostly affection and only alittlesexual frustration."That absolutelydipshit–" I had to use the English word, "from Creche Bathel can take his little insinuations andchokeon them.I wouldn't fuck that sinnenthi if my dick was on fire and he was the only way to put it out."
At once, Araxis spasmed beneath me, but of course he wasn't coming, he was laughing, a startled and delighted trill vibrating through him.His hands flew off the wall, clasping his throat as he trilled, and I grinned, pleased.Good, I wanted him to be able to laugh about that shit-show of a meeting.Despite being on pretty fucking shaky political grounds, Creche Bathel hadn't been repentant, useful, or even fuckingpolite– which was particularly egregious given their support for Creche Naival's deplorable and now officiallyillegalwrit of propitiation – and we had the afternoon's ceremony to contend with as well.I wanted him to be sated; I wanted him to beglowing.And in order for him to be luminous…
I slipped out from beneath his thigh, shifting upwards."I thought I told you where I wanted your hands," I said, low, and Araxis beamed at me, his eyes gleaming, his skin flushed.
"Yes, you're right.I am sorry, Sashen.I will have to do much better."
The muscles of his arms flexed, his body warm and pliant beneath mine, and I couldn't wipe the smile from my face, no matter how fun it sometimes was to play at being serious when we were fucking.
Which we were doing a lot of, here in Xitera.And, sure, I could have said it was all strategy: strategy to help establish Araxis's status; strategy to help remind him of his power; strategy to continue to strengthen the bond between a (sort of) sinnenthi and his virra.Except, really, it was just because we wanted to, and I hadn't yet found anything in the universe that felt better than being close to Araxis.I liked the way he opened up for me; I liked the way his hands felt on my body; every part of my body liked every part of his, just like every part of my soul loved every single part of his.Even my darkest corners reached for him, although I kept him safe from the worst parts.
I blinked, and one of his hands had drifted away from the wall so that he could touch the side of my face, thumb stroking my cheek.I leaned into the touch, lost in how he made me feel.I can do better, he'd said.
"You don't have to do better, not really," I said, chest aching in a way that was totally different from how my dick was aching at that very moment, throbbing where it touched his thigh."You know that, right?"
His expression softened, his touch against my face gentle."Yes, beloved, I know that.Andyouknow that as well, yes?"
I could certainly pretend that was true.I could pretend for him.
"It's a shame, though," I sighed, shoving myself up, shifting my weight as if to move away."I thought youwantedto come again, but I guess maybe I was wrong –"
He reached for me, catching my wrists with his strong hands."I can see I've let you down," Araxis murmured, grip certain."Perhaps there is something I might to do show you how contrite I am?"
And then the bastard fluttered his eyelashes at me, and I was a goner.
In the end, he knelt between my legs as I sat on the edge of the table, jerking me off and tracing the length of my dick with his angular tongue until I'd been ready to come all over his pretty face.Instead, I'd hauled him into my lap, fisting his cock and fucking him hard enough that, when I'd come, his slit vise-tight around me as he bit down on thecaldathess, I'd been gasping desperately for air like I'd just sprinted from one end of the Great Hall to the other, stars shimmering before my eyes while my body trembled.And it was pretty fortunate that Araxis had a thing for praise, because as usual, in the end, all I could gasp against his skin as the aftershock of yet another ground-shaking orgasm rippled through me, was that I loved him, that he was perfect, and that he wasmine.
"What do we have," I asked conversationally, once we'd done a perfunctory clean of both ourselves and the surfaces in the room and we were each trying to pull back on the delicate layers of formal wear that were now decidedly rumpled after their rough use, "another three rooms?"
"Four," said Araxis, reaching to undo and then re-plait a short section of his crest.He plucked out the gold beads which had come loose, instead dropping them into my waiting palm with a wry, pleased smile."There is another in the west wing.It was in use the last time we passed through."
"What a hardship."I tucked the stray beads into one of the pockets in my high-waisted pants, grinning.These, at least, had pockets, which was more than I could say for nearly anything else I wore on days we were at the Hall.One of the definite drawbacks about the work we were doing was that I couldn't get away with jumpsuits.Then again, a lot of the work was decidedly a pleasure.
It wasn't exactly a massive ask, to be the support that your boyfriend needed when facing down a massive political faction and establishing his house's power base within the tumultuous abayan Assembly, if what said boyfriend sometimes needed was to be fucked in different meetings rooms and reminded of his power.And I wasn't finding the rest of it as awful as I'd feared either.There were meetings, true, but there were also incredibly formal and awkward parties.I'd already been good at parties; with some coaching from the shrewd cinelaat of Creche Thiel, I was getting pretty fucking good at meetings too.I'd always thought Vivith was maybe the smartest person in any room they were in and had hoped, once upon a time, that they might leverage some of that intelligence to help me out.And as it turned out, when theydidand when they were also scheming with Inmadra of Creche Thiel, well – no wonder the Concord was scrambling to get ahead of the gains we were making.
Although we still had a lot of fucking work to do.It was early days still, and I was also running another countdown at the back of my mind: not to our impending wedding, although that was definitely approaching as well, but to our trip to Sol.I knew that what we learned there would change everything – for us and the broader galaxy, but I'd make sure it changed things in our favour.
Araxis reached for me as I tried not to let my thoughts race too far into the future – we still had a few months to lay the groundwork for what Araxis believed was coming, and what I knew was – and he brushed a wave from my forehead."Hm.It's nearly long enough to braid."
I leaned into his touch."I know," I said, watching him as my chest ached in the sweetest possible way, studying the warmth of his black stare, the affection lighting up every angle of his perfect face."Wedohave that dinner next week that Lauvis put together so we can all hassle Creche Idrelli into voting with us on the mining bill.Maybe you'd want to try then?If you'd like that?"
"Of course I would," he murmured, and the sound rumbling in his throat was one I'd come to know well these past weeks, a particular cadence that sat somewhere between contentment and pride.Like always, it made me immediately flush with pleasure.I did like it when he was proud of me.I did like it when he made it clear that I made him happy, that I coulddothat for him.
A chime echoed from Araxis's wrist, and he glanced down, blinking in surprise."Ah, look: we are on time."
That was on purpose.We'd gotten a bit of a reputation for being late.Inmadra had told me that it was one thing to be late on occasion, as we were a newly bonded pair; it was another to let that become a habit.And while no one had ever accused me of being a punctual person, if I had to figure it out so Araxis looked good, of course I would.
Mostly, that meant adding in a lot of buffer time to our schedule.For meeting debriefs and impromptu conversations in the halls and… a few other things.Hard to say when a meeting room might be suddenly unoccupied, after all.
I stepped in close as Araxis reached for the door, catching him before he could open it.Gently, I pushed him back so that his shoulders tipped against the sliding panel, nudging him into place with my body.My hand rose to catch his chin, and I tugged his mouth down to mine.When I kissed him, he exhaled into me, soft and sweet and pleased, and I smiled against him, unable to stop myself.
"There is no one else in the universe like you," I reminded him."You're mine; I'm yours."When I pulled away, he looked dazed, slightly drunk, and it was like that – my skin humming with electricity – that we headed out into the hallways of the north meeting wing at the Great Hall.I folded myself against Araxis's side as we walked and slipped into the role of his declared virra, my stare either fixed near the floor or admiring the lines of his profile.
