disclaimer and warnings: see part one (Footsie)
Dessert... Seconds!
Zel managed to fight off the pleasant lethargy of his limbs enough to sit up, tuck his knees under, and kneel up to meet Gourry, who had been on all fours watching him and now sat back slightly to let Zel rise. He didn't retreat too far though, instead letting Zel's chest pressed to his guide them both. When they were both sitting upright, Zel encircled the swordsman's shoulders with his arms, pressing the flats of his hands one above the other on Gourry's back to feel the play of those firm muscles under his palms, and kissed the blonde man once -- short, sweet and tender. Gourry smiled, then returned the shaman's kiss with one longer and deeper, letting one arm slip up along Zel's back while the other circled lower, at the base of the young man's back, and pushed their hips together. Zel gasped, pulling in Gourry's breath, feeling the blonde man's hard length burning against his naked thigh even through Gourry's trousers. Gourry nudged with his tongue, stole yet another kiss, enjoying the sensation as the hard pebbles of Zel's nipples slid over his chest through the shirt the swordsman still wore.
Then Zel sighed when their lips broke apart for a moment and settled his head on Gourry's shoulder, to feel the silk of the blonde hair under his cheek, before he spoke. The evidence of Gourry's need prodded him, and he murmured, "Your turn," before his head left it's place by Gourry's neck and he slid down, keeping his body tight against the other man's, letting the solid, insistent heat of the swordsman's erection serve as his guide; it traced a path up his hip, his stomach, his chest as he lowered himself. By the time he lifted Gourry's shirt to place a kiss on the fevered flesh of Gourry's belly just above the trousers he was hooking his fingers in, there was an answering pull from Zel's own groin.
Zel froze for a moment, entranced by the rippling muscles of the torso right in front of his eyes as the swordsman sat up higher, crossing his arms one over the other and pulling off his shirt with one fluid motion. Then the chimera took advantage of Gourry's slight lifting to tug the pants he grasped halfway down the swordsman's thighs. Zel's breath caught at the sight of Gourry's manhood proudly flushed and erect and waiting for him as Gourry sat patiently and let Zel experiment. The shaman had only pulled his head back slightly, stomach still pressed to the mattress, to give himself room to pull at the pants; now he lowered his head again and placed a kiss on the inside of each of Gourry's thighs, slowly, letting his breath heat the skin further, feeling the muscles make tiny, twitching movements under his lips. He remembered how the touch of the blonde man's fingers on his own thighs had felt, and again the heat and tightness between his legs grew.
Zel tilted his chin up to look at Gourry's face and found the other man's gaze on him, and that sent a hot flush spreading through the shaman's face and crotch -- but in that moment all desire was focused on giving Gourry whatever pleasure he could. Zel trailed light kisses up from the warrior's right knee along his inner thigh, over one hip, paused to lavish a series of longer and slower licks and kisses to the little hollow under the hipbone, and then continued tracing his soft path low across Gourry's stomach. Another pause to give the other hip the same attention as the first, and Zel went on, finishing with a last kiss to the inside of the left knee. All the while, Gourry hadn't made a sound, but Zel could gauge his success by the changing rhythm of the swordsman's breathing.
Zel lifted a hand and gently cradled Gourry's balls. Frankly, he was fascinated by their deep pink, the sensation of the soft, velvety skin in the palm of his hand. He heard the tall blonde stop breathing altogether as Zel lowered his hand and replaced it with his mouth, lapping with his tongue just as Gourry had done to him. He licked up the shaft and placed a soft kiss at the tip. Gourry's hips shifted, and so did Zel's as he felt his own sex swelling against the sheets. No doubting it any longer, the shaman was aroused again; he'd thought it impossible so soon after that mind-blowing release of years of frustration. Zel didn't stop to wonder at it now, though, instead letting his tongue seek out all the tastes and textures of Gourry's cock. He was amazed and elated to find that the term "hard", which had been the source of so many jokes at his expense, was not completely and only relative. His body hadn't been human for a long time, and when he had been given this form he was only beginning the experience of being at the mercy of his developing body and sexuality. What had somewhat mystified him then had been overwritten by the unique mysteries of his chimeric body, and he had largely forgotten what had already been new and unfamiliar to his human self. He had imagined that in his arousal he was far stiffer than humans as a result of his stone body, and with the evidence of his former experiences only dimly and incompletely recalled, and the evidence of another's body lacking, he had never until now known that it wasn't so. In his excitement, Gourry's member was as hard as Zel's had ever been, and the chimera was simply delighted by the realization that in this way he and Gourry were exactly alike.
Tentatively, Zel took the tip in his mouth, moving downward slowly, letting it slide through his lips to pass over his tongue slowly. He was enjoying it, getting used to it, trying out what Gourry had taught him through example. He engulfed most of it, retreated slightly, making slight adjustments by following Gourry's slightest reaction, attempting to remember what the swordsman had done and knowing the pleasure the memory was evoking anew in his body. In the end, instinct came to his aid and he took all of it into the moist heat of his mouth and began to suck, eyes closed in concentration not only on what he was doing, but on the taste, how the smoothness felt, the pulse of Gourry's heart thrumming through it against the sensitive surface of Zel's tongue.
After several minutes of this, Zel could feel Gourry helping him, thrusting slightly, and the blonde man's strong hands came up to grip Zel's shoulders tightly. If he hadn't been busy, Zel would have smiled. Gourry's soft grunt of his name was the best and most honest compliment he'd ever received. One of the swordsman's hands wandered up to Zel's head, finding its path by the light touch of its fingers on Zel's neck; Zel felt the owner of the hand shudder a little when those fingers meandered long enough to seek out his mouth, where his flesh met Gourry's. Then the hand rested in his hair, and Zel accepted its guidance gladly. The pressure it exerted began to increase slightly, even though he could feel those fingers shaking a bit with the effort of not hurting him or insulting him by being too rough or demanding. He appreciated it, but at that moment he really wouldn't have taken any offense. Finally, he heard Gourry give a short, soft moan, and at the thought of the pleasure he must be giving the swordsman to have wrung a sound from him at last, Zel's hips ground down against the sheets and a moan escaped him as well. He felt Gourry's cock pulse, and suddenly his mouth was filling with Gourry's seed. He wasn't quite prepared for that - expecting it, yes, but imagination and experience, as he had already discovered, were not necessarily identical. He almost choked, so much so fast, but he swallowed again and then had time at last to taste it. Different... he wasn't sure what he would think of it otherwise, but because it was Gourry... the blonde man was lifting his shoulders, so he sat up and back and let Gourry get up. The swordsman yanked his pants the rest of the way off and moved in close to Zel. Gourry was grinning, and his eyes held that lazy pleasure of satisfaction. Zel shivered pleasantly at the realization that he was the cause. It was the stuff of Zel's fantasies, and it seemed at once foolish to have ever denied himself the hope of their happening, and unreal that they could come true like this.
Gourry settled back on the bed behind Zel, wrapped his arms around the shaman, and just held him close for a moment. Then he gently wiped at a corner of Zel's mouth, where the chimera had let a little spill. "You're a quick study," he commented, the sound of a smile in his voice. When Zel turned his head to catch Gourry's fingers and suck at them, Gourry's breath caught. "And ready to try and learn some more, I see," he breathed. Zel was definitely ready for more, Gourry could see the young man's erection over the shoulder he held on to, he could feel the insistent heat in just the back of the body pressed against him. The swordsman intended not to waste this chance, he wanted to go even more slowly this time around. He remembered vividly his own first time. Traveling with a group of fighting men; that was how he had learned to be so quiet, he thought with a grin. And his first lover had been a good, kind, a little older, a lot of fun. Not quite as gentle as Gourry had been and wanted to be with Zel, but then Gourry hadn't minded that a bit. He'd loved the slightly rough and playful sex as much as he'd loved the more tender lovemaking he'd learned later on. Right now, he was being almost painfully careful with Zel because he was practically certain that the shaman wasn't as familiar with his own body as Gourry had been before someone else became familiar with it, too. The swordsman was open by nature, he'd been comfortable with himself. Zel was far from feeling easy with his own body, so Gourry was going to treat it with the care that demanded. If Zel picked that up as quickly as he had a few other things... he wouldn't be shy for long. Gourry wanted to give Zel a little of the play and a little of the sex and a lot of the closeness... he wanted to give Zel everything.
Gourry pulled his fingers from Zel's mouth and rubbed them over one of Zel's hard nipples. The young shaman arched back against him with an almost startled, pleading moan. "I said I wanted to make this last, Zel. Now that I have another chance, will you let me?" Gourry murmured into Zel's ear, placing kisses below and behind it, fingers still working on the dense, dark kernel of the nipple under them.
"Gou... rry...! Yes..."
Good answer. Gourry thought with a smile. He let his other hand mirror the action of the first, and began to lick at Zel's ear, finding the most sensitive spots from Zel's sighs and gasps and sucking at them and at the spot a little behind the ear and close to Zel's neck that made the chimera squirm slightly in his embrace and reach backward to grab the blonde man's hips as an anchor in the middle of what Gourry guessed was a whirlwind of sensation for one unused to it. The swordsman kissed and suckled a trail down the shaman's neck, along the back of it, and over to the other ear. His hands left Zel's chest and dropped to teasingly caress Zel's hips and thighs, while he lowered his head over Zel's shoulder and kissed along Zel's throat. Zel dropped his head back, arched and stretched it back with low, soft moans punctuated by a whimper when Gourry's hair fell from behind them and stroked Zel's stomach, hips, thighs, and in between. Gourry felt the soft buzz of Zel's vocal reaction in his lips and tongue as they wandered over the chimera's throat, and, deciding to slow down a little, left off what his hands were doing and held Zel's hips. Zel's hands left Gourry's hips and covered the swordsman's hands on his own, and Gourry caught Zel's mouth again in a long, deep kiss.
The swordsman leaned forward, taking Zel forward with him. "Just lie down and relax," he told the shaman, "and let's take this easy for a while." Zel obliged and lay on his stomach again, with only a short eloquent puff of breath that said it all - taking it easy sounded good, but also a bit difficult at his current pitch of excitement. Gourry knelt over Zel once he was settled, and worked on allaying any such concerns by spreading slow, soft kisses across Zel's shoulders and arms, something more sweet and worshipful and less likely to overload Zel's sexual senses. It seemed to work; after several minutes of that Zel was lying calmly, eyes closed, the look of pleasure on his face no longer a desperate one. Gourry placed his pecks and little caresses of lips and tongue all over the chimera's back, following the pattern of darker stone markings, then giving his attention to the flesh in between those, then wherever he felt like touching. His hair followed his mouth, tracing a wispy pattern of sensation that was both soothing and teasing. Zel sighed, and Gourry both saw and felt the passage of the breath from the body beneath. His gaze wandered down to Zel's firm and perfect behind. He bit his lip. Not yet, but maybe it was all right to go ahead and begin flirting in that direction. He trailed his tongue down Zel's spine, brushed the palms of his hands over the back of Zel's hips and the firm mounds that lay a little lower, and planted firmer kisses along Zel's lower back, and in the dimple-hollows of his rear. Zel made a soft little "mmm," as if waking from a trance, and Gourry glanced up to see that he'd opened his eyes. He smiled to himself. Slow time wasn't over yet, but the swordsman was ready to up the stakes again. Just a little.
He moved down, letting his hair caress the skin between his destination and the spot he'd left, and kissed the backs of Zel's knees, moving upward slowly along the backs of Zel's thighs and his inner thighs; a kiss, a questing prod of his tongue, another firm caress of the lips. Zel slid his legs apart to let Gourry reach what he wanted, making sounds that were somewhere between a softly-voiced sigh of pleasure and a moaning request for more. Gourry thought it enchanting that Zel, usually one to express himself clearly in words, definitive action, or not at all, was probably unsure of either words or actions in this new situation. He was instead providing Gourry with vocal reactions whose meanings were somewhat more ephemeral, yet clearly understood by his blonde lover. He made his way higher, Zel opening for him further and further, bit by bit, blonde hair stroking teasingly over and between perfectly shaped thighs, until he reached the folds of skin where those slightly trembling thighs met taut buttocks and he began to suck there. That brought a tiny cry, and Zel's hips rose off the bed, pushing back at him. Gourry quickly caught Zel's hips in his hands and helped, lifting and supporting them until Zel was settled somewhat comfortably with his weight on his knees, chest and arms. The swordsman's hair swung, caressing buttocks, legs, backs of knees, enough opening now to barely whisper over Zel's balls. The blonde was betting that Zel, quick-minded as he was, would figure out once the cloud of pleasure had dissipated why Gourry kept his hair long. Maybe Zel would even decide to grow his own hair. Gourry licked his lips at the thought of the chimera wearing his hair in a long, shimmering, silvery fall. Then, before Zel could launch a more coherent protest or question, Gourry lowered his head again and licked that tiny strip of flesh between balls and rear. Zel's hips snapped forward, the chimera's breath stolen away. Gourry held them steady, and let his thumbs spread the cleft of Zel's ass just enough for his eager tongue to find the hot little pucker there and stroke it. There was a much louder cry from Zel then, and he could feel the shaman's hips straining involuntarily against the hands that kept them still. "Okay, Zel?" he paused long enough to ask.
"Kami...!" came the breathless reply. "You... please...uuuuuuuugh!" The last faded into coherency as Gourry, convinced that Zel was enjoying himself too much to need reassurance right now, began to lick in earnest until the small opening was as wet as it was hot. Then he tested with the tip of his tongue, pushing just inside.
Hot, wet tongue; hot, moist breath... Zel gave himself over to a long, loud groan of pleasure so intense it was almost agony. No one had ever touched him this intimately, he'd never felt anything like this! And it was Gourry showing him this, giving him this; that alone made it almost painful ecstasy.
The blonde man kept up his attentions, pushing deeper, then withdrawing, letting his tongue circle the spasming folds, slipping it back inside and making use of his ability to twist his tongue, making it swirl just within the tight ring of the opening. Again and again he thrust his tongue in, pulled it out and lapped at the heated pucker. Despite Gourry's hands, Zel's hips were moving, and his cries were coming out over a bitten lip. The swordsman saw one of Zel's hands move toward his stiff sex, then drop back to the bed. With a last plunge of his tongue, Gourry relented and sat up, pulling Zel up with him. The shaman pressed back against him gratefully but urgently.
"It's your body, Zel. You should be familiar with it, comfortable with it, friendly with it. Don't be afraid to touch it if you want. You let me touch it, didn't you?" Gourry caught the hand Zel had moved in his own and guided it to Zel's chest. He pressed Zel's hand lightly against the chimera's chest, and , holding the back of it, slid it down slowly over Zel's stomach... lower... until he brushed it over Zel's right hip and brought it up so that Zel's hand cradled his balls and Gourry's hand cradled Zel's. The shaman moaned, and his hand found Gourry's left hand where it stroked the dark marks at the crease of Zel's thigh and rested on it, following the swordsman's movements with his left hand while his right was guided by Gourry. The blonde brought their hands up and wrapped Zel's fingers around the chimera's rigid shaft, already wet with the clear fluid that was spilling its tiny beads down the length. He moved their hands slowly up and down until Zel began to stroke himself, gasping, straining his head back so that he could kiss Gourry. Gourry was happy to accommodate, letting his hair spill over Zel's shoulders and cover Zel's chest and both their left hands.
Zel felt intoxicated, dizzy with the pleasure and intimacy they were sharing. After encouraging him, Gourry let Zel move their right hands, and with his friend -- his lover! -- there, it didn't feel strange or guilty, just exciting because Gourry found it exciting, as Zel could tell from the prodding at his backside. But every time his hand began to move faster, Gourry would make him slow the pace, or would change the grip - something to prolong the unbearably mounting sensations. Zel's hips began to rock, forward into their hands, backward against Gourry's wakening hardness, mouths sealed together and muffling Zel's cries and moans, left hands following a path up to Zel's nipples and then back down to his hip and thigh, around to his rear, where Gourry squeezed gently. And then, right hands still moving in a steadily increasing rhythm, Gourry brought his left hand to their mouths, Zel's hand following; he wet his thumb, and, kissing that spot just behind Zel's ear, stroked the thumb over the tip of Zel's cock. Gently, but it was enough. Zel went rigid while Gourry kept their hands going, simply wrapping his left arm around Zel's waist and holding on while Zel cried out long and unmuffled this time in the pulsing, flashing force of his orgasm.
Zel gasped for breath, chest heaving, eyelashes a little damp from the power of his climax. He relaxed back against Gourry, accepting the cuddling the swordsman offered gratefully. He'd never been so happy. He would probably be afraid of losing everything he had just found, but that was impossible with Gourry right there. Gourry pulled them back further until they were both sitting instead of kneeling as they had been. Several moment of plain, loving contentment passed, and then Gourry slipped a hand down to Zel's knee and began tracing circles, working his way up.
"A-again?" Zel gasped. Well, of course, Gourry was needing attention now, he realized. A vague sense of suspicion passed over the chimera. This seeing to each other was nice, but the way it was going so far... they'd never be finished. Until one or both of them collapsed from exhaustion, that is. And considering the endurance they both possessed from wandering and fighting battles when they were already at the end of their strength... it... that... really wasn't an unpleasant thought at all.
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