"I want to please you," he said simply.
"I'm trying to make this all about you, if you hadn't noticed." Afron gave Makara's cock a squeeze.
"So am I." Makara smiled and let the tendrils of Afron's hair slip through his fingers. "I started in this profession because I was good at it. Perhaps it's the only thing I'm good at. But I stayed in it because of you. There have been no others like you. None who have touched my heart and soul. None who didn't leave my bed disappointed."
Afron blinked several times. "None?"
"Only you. You were my first customer. And when the next one chose me... something didn't feel right. I bedded him, but there was no passion to it. No emotion. I knew I was nothing to you, but--"
"No." Afron shook his head hard enough to send his hair fanning out around him. "Even that first night, I knew. When you called out my name--" He closed his eyes as if recalling the sound. "The memory still sends shivers up my spine." And he did shiver. Hard.
Afron opened his eyes again and the lust and desire Makara saw burning in their depths made his heart flutter. "You are very good at this, that's true. But you have other talents. You have a keen intellect, and more of a head for business than you give yourself credit for." He swirled his tongue around Makara's balls again. "You are worth more than you believe yourself to be," he murmured against Makara's flesh.
Makara swiped away tears from his eyes and laid his hand on one of Afron's cheeks. "Thank you."
Afron turned his head to place a gentle kiss on Makara's palm, then licked up all five fingers one by one, ending each caress with a soft suckle on Makara's fingertips.
Makara moaned and sighed as Afron continued those kisses up his body and rose to straddle him, hard cock so near him he could have stretched out his tongue and touched it. The sight made his mouth water, and he licked his lips, yearning for a taste.
Afron ran one hand through Makara's hair, held his cock ready at Makara's lips with the other. "Is this what you want?" He stroked his cock with long, smooth movements, squeezed a drop of pre-come from the tip.
Makara nodded, eyes riveted to Afron's growing cock. He longed to take its length into his mouth, feel it harden and lengthen even more against his throat and tongue.
"Look at me, my Heart of Stars," Afron whispered.
Makara tore his gaze away and looked up. Afron's hand slid from his hair and gripped his chin; Afron ran his thumb across Makara's bottom lip, stopping in the middle to apply a slight downward pressure. Makara breathed in deep through his nose and opened his mouth, closed his eyes in rapture as Afron's cock slid past his lips. He opened his eyes again and gazed up at the perfect spectacle of lust and manhood that was Afron. His Afron.
Afron kept a hand on Makara's face, fingers stroking gently, clenching and unclenching in time with the thrusting of his hips.
Makara licked on the in strokes and sucked on the out strokes, hollowing his cheeks with the force of it, Afron's grunts and groans spurring him on. He jumped and moaned as Afron reached down and took hold of his cock, timing the strokes to match. Makara only wished he could somehow make a copy of Afron, so that he could feel that wondrous cock deep inside him at the same time.
He had heard of some of the Nulphillium members who'd had wooden copies made of their cocks for just such a purpose. He thought of that -- of going with Afron to the specialty carver, watching as Afron stroked himself to hardness so the woodworker could get an accurate measurement. The fantasy nearly made him spend; he sucked hard on Afron's cock to take his mind off doing so.
Afron cried out, increased his pace, driving Makara's head back into the pillows, grip hard and tight on Makara's cock. He pressed his thumbnail into the slit on the back of Makara's cockhead and Makara let out a strangled yelp as stinging, intense pleasure-pain snaked along his shaft and settled into his balls.
"Like that?" Afron panted.
Makara nodded, rewarding Afron's efforts with a scraping of teeth along his cock.
Afron hissed and threw his head back, pounding his own cock faster. He let go of Makara's chin and fisted his hand in Makara's hair. He kept his nail pressed to Makara's slit, alternating with scrapes and gouges that set Makara's flesh on fire and made Makara's cock and balls throb.
Makara slid his hands up Afron's chest, tweaking and twisting Afron's nipples, loving how the barbarian arched to the touch and bit down on his bottom lip. Beads of sweat glistened on Afron's forehead as he hunkered down over Makara's face.
Enthralled as always by the feel of Afron's hard, corded muscles, Makara roamed his hands over Afron's body, up and down Afron's sides, over Afron's powerfully wide shoulders, then around Afron's back, down to Afron's ass. Makara pulled one of his hands away, raised it to his lips, and carefully slid it into his mouth alongside Afron's cock to get it wet. He snaked his hand back around Afron's back and gently parted Afron's cheeks, circled his index finger around Afron's puckered opening.
He'd never penetrated Afron -- Afron had always dictated their acts and he'd been happy to comply -- but Afron's profession of love made him bolder, made him want to touch and partake of Afron's body in every way imaginable. Every erotic act he'd ever read about, every shocking tale of debauchery he'd heard other members of the Nulphillium tell -- he wanted to do them all with Afron. Soon. And often.
Afron stilled at the touch and his eyes went wide. Slowly, he closed his eyes and nodded. He resumed his pace; thrusting against Makara's mouth with a ferocity Makara had never seen from him. His strokes on Makara's cock were just as fierce; it took all Makara's control to keep his mind from tumbling over the edge and stay focused on pleasuring Afron. He tickled his finger around Afron's hole and pressed experimentally, letting just the tip enter Afron's body.
"More," Afron gasped.
Slowly, Makara inched his finger in deeper and deeper, Afron's muscles clenched around him, the heat of the barbarian's body like an aphrodisiac, making his cock even harder. He pumped his finger in and out, loving the way Afron's eyes rolled back and Afron's breathing hitched. In and out... in and out in rhythm with Afron's cock, and then Makara wiggled a second finger inside.
Afron gave a hoarse cry and went rigid as he came in Makara's mouth. Makara savored the feel of Afron's spend as it gushed, hummed happily at the little pulses of Afron's cock against his tongue, reveled in Afron's strong, sturdy grip in his hair. Afron tasted like fruits and spices. Like love.
Afron pulled away, captured Makara's lips in a penetrating kiss, licking his essence from Makara's mouth and groaning at the taste as he had never done before. He slid down Makara's body and took Makara's cock into his mouth. Afron barely managed three bobs of his head before Makara cried out, arching his hips off the bed as he came hard, succumbing to the mind-numbing bliss that spread through him.
Afron collapsed, face pressed to Makara's groin and slid his hands under to squeeze Makara's ass.
Makara lay there in a daze, panting, unable to catch his breath for several minutes. At last, Afron stirred and moved to lie beside him. Afron wrapped his arms around Makara and pulled Makara close. He tipped Makara's face up for a kiss. "Are you all right?"
"Speak to me, love," Afron implored softly, nuzzling his lips against Makara's again.
"I never thought... you've never... done that." He traced Afron's lips with his finger. "That was amazing."
Afron nodded. "Another thing that shamed me as I fought the ogres. I had never showed you all the pleasures I'd wanted to." Afron kissed him and Makara slipped his tongue inside Afron's mouth, marveling that he could indeed taste himself, smell himself on Afron's breath.
Afron broke the kiss and tucked Makara's head beneath his chin. "Rest now. Later we will gather your things and leave this place."
Makara yawned, drowsy and lightheaded. "There is a stop I would like to make, if you are inclined to indulge me in something," he murmured, recalling the wooden cocks. "And if there's time."
Afron chuckled. "I find I'm inclined to indulge you in anything, and there will definitely be plenty of time. We must wait for the washer woman, after all."
Washer woman? Makara frowned. "Whatever for?"
"To clean your shiny white sheets, of course."
Makara's face split into a wide grin. Afron appreciated the sheets. "You like them, then?" he asked, wanting to hear the words.
Afron shrugged. "As I said, I have no need for finery." He hugged Makara close. "But I do like the sight of you on them."
"You don't look too bad on them yourself." Makara snuggled against Afron's massive chest, wrapped warm and safe in Afron's strong arms, happier than he had ever known he could be, and content beyond reason. He closed his eyes and let his soul be lulled by Afron's calm, easy breathing, and steady heartbeat. And he thanked the gods for ancient barbarian wisdom.