This is a M/M - PWP Lemon.

Do not read it if you are under leagal age in where ever you are residing, or M/M pairings and graphic descriptions of sex offend you.

Windlily

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It has been a long day. I settle back into the almost searing heat of the bath and smile with pleasure as the cool breeze from the window blows over my face and shoulders. The contrast of sensations is luxurious and I wallow in it as I watch the candle flames flicker. I only lit two this time and they create the perfect mixture of dancing shadow and light on the tiles.

"May I join you?"

His voice pulls me out of the hypnotic and timeless dance of flame. I glance sideways at the figure leaning against the door jam and nod. He moves into the room, resolving from a thing of shadow into a solid creature of light. I shift so that I can fold my arms on the side of the tub and rest my chin on them and watch with appreciation as he undresses. The candle light seems to caress his body, dancing along it and giving a glowing definition to the hard planes and ripple of muscle, clings to the perfection of the profiled angles of his face.

I see the stress in the hard line of his lips, in the tension of his body as he comes toward the tub. I know the burden he carries and do my best to ease it in any way I can. He steps in and eases himself down in front of me and settles between my legs and I smile again at the little muffled sigh that he breaths out. I cup my hands and pour water over his shoulders, then set to work massaging some of the tension out them. He slowly relaxes under my hands and sinks farther down into the water, leaning back against me. My hands slide around his sides and onto his chest, and I let my palms drift lightly across his nipples and feel them harden and press up into the caress, then down the rippled contours of his stomach until my fingers touch the satin curls of his groin. I pause there. It might be he does not wish this pleasure tonight. He presses his cheek against mine, granting permission, so I comb my fingers gently through the hairs before I take his hardening shaft into my hands.

It swells to its full length as I continue my massage, pressing and caressing the wet silk of his skin with gentle fingertips. My own shaft wakes as his hands go to stroke the sides of my thighs, then reaches back to knead the cheeks of my rear. Suddenly he is moving, turning, his hands going to my waist and guiding me as we trade positions and shift. I am straddling his thighs now, and brace myself with both hands against the front of the tub. His tip rubs between my cheeks and his hands take firm control of my hips.

I take a deep breath in preparation for what is to come. Each time he takes me, I am virgin. It is the one of the gifts of our House, that our bodies restore themselves to their most perfect state. I don't mind the pain though, for it is worth the pleasure that will follow. I arch my back, helping him find the opening.

*Relax, open to him,* I tell myself as he presses and my body resists. He shoves and pulls down on my hips and I refuse to cry out as he forces himself into me. I grit my teeth, knowing that it will be done soon as he works me gently, lifting a little, then pulling me down, each movement driving his shaft deeper and deeper. Then he is all the way in and he stills, his left hand going to the right side of my chest, his fingers pressing the nipple there down and around in a slow circle as his right goes to wrap around my penis. He starts to stroke my turgid length as my body quickly becomes accustomed to his intrusion once more.

The pleasure starts slowly, creeping up over the pain as he pulses and twitches inside me. I lift myself slowly and his ministering hands pause for just a moment. I smile as the last echoes of pain flee as I lower myself back onto his length and the wondrous feeling of his hands and his flesh inside me flutters along my nerves. He lets me do the work for a while and the little sounds of pleasure that escape both of us are muted, for there are others sleeping in the house we do not want to wake.

He starts thrusting forwards to meet me, making the water slosh over the edges of the tub. He is getting close. I put one hand over his, guiding his caress as he pounds and grinds against my rear, his shaft driving deep and sending waves of pleasure through me like embers dancing on the wind. I sway on the edge of release, my body feeling like it is burning with the fire that is my element, then the whirlwind comes. A part of me is aware of the warm gush of fluid that fills my insides...I wish it could go on forever. But it is over too soon. Too soon. Strong arms pull me close and I lean back and rest my head against his chest as I put my own hands over his.

"Thank you," he whispers into my ear.

I squeeze his hands, contented that I have eased his burden for a few minutes, for he is my Lord and my brother, and I love him.



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