Quite the Dinner
Lounging on a decorative wooden bench in the Lavender Room of the Spiderleaf Spa, De’Verro recalled the day he had proposed to Arig. His love had asked if he was sure. “I’m the Guardian of Earth,” he had reminded him, “and an ace to boot.”“I can deal with that,” De’Verro had said firmly.
And now…
Well, now he had to deal with that.
De’Verro sighed and ran his hand over the engraved wood under him. Arig was right before him, as beautiful as a lily of the valley. The silly bean had just decided to rebuild the largest bathtub in the spa, even though evening was falling and De’Verro had already seen out the last customer. Arig was covered in white plaster powder and he still managed to look stunning. Piling bricks and enamel and humming happily, he was utterly oblivious to De’Verro’s longing gaze. Truly, a Guardian of Earth and an ace. Didn’t he feel the call of the bed? At this hour De’Verro wished for nothing but to pull the blanket over them and visit every square centimetre of Arig’s body…
Amorous and fretting, De’Verro’s cock gave a twitch. It used to be so much better when they had first got together. Arig used to be wild. He would get excited so easily, so spontaneously. And now… Why, in all of Quater’s creation, must these things change?
Oh stop that, De’Verro scolded himself and pinched his forearm for good measure. It’s not his fault and you aren’t doing any good sulking like this. You want something? Go and get it.
De’Verro heaved an ostentatious sigh, got up and swept Arig up into his arms.
“It’s late, my love,” he proclaimed and placed a kiss on Arig’s forehead. “Stop working and come, let’s have dinner.”
With a startled smile Arig said: “Put me down.” He pushed against the six arms groping him while De’Verro was dusting the white powder off his clothes.
“Hmm,” De’Verro said. When he reckoned Arig was sufficiently clean, he secured him in the bridal position. “Nope,” he said cheerfully and, with no great fuss, he carried him away from the unfinished bathtub.
“Oh… come on…” Arig protested. Finally he huffed, laughed and stopped fighting. He let De’Verro carry him through the spa house and out the front door. Only when they began walking down the street did Arig buck again and say: “De’Verro, put me down.”
“At your service,” De’Verro said mildly. He lowered Arig on the ground, but he didn’t let him go anywhere either. Running one hand up and down his back, he twined another into his stems and pulled him closer by the behind with the third one. Quater, he smelled good… like plaster and grass. De’Verro couldn’t wait until they got home.
Arig interrupted the moment by smiling nervously and pulling De’Verro’s hand out of his stems. He kissed it on the knuckles. “Watch your hands,” he said. “People will talk.”
“I want them to talk,” De’Verro husked and reached up to stroke Arig’s cheek. “I want everyone to know we belong together.”
Arig smiled and rolled his eyes as he was petted. “Let’s go,” he said and strode out, pulling De’Verro along.
De’Verro’s half-erection jerked with frustration.
Falling into step next to each other, Arig asked: “Do you want to go somewhere special for dinner?”
Hmm. Maybe they should eat before jumping into the bed. “How about The Golden Lion?” De’Verro said, naming the most expensive restaurant in town without a second thought.
“Ah? You’re feeling prodigal?”
Then De’Verro realised that although he could afford The Golden Lion, the five-course meal would take up their whole evening. He might not have had that kind of patience. “No, actually,” he corrected himself, “let’s go to my place. You can cook that fish you bought the other day.”
“Sure,” Arig said with a small smile.
It was a moment before De’Verro noticed Arig was staring at him. “What?”
“Dinner isn’t at the forefront of your mind, is it?” Arig asked.
De’Verro wrapped his arm around his fiancée’s waist and pulled him close. “You know damn well what’s at the forefront of my mind,” he grumbled. He delighted when Arig didn’t pull away like he used to. Instead the Guardian hummed and looked down, watching the ground with a pensive expression.
Anxiously De’Verro thought: I need to figure something out.
But when the front door fell shut behind them, De’Verro realised he had no plan at all. He had got lost in thought. Oh well. Improvise then! De’Verro gave a mischievous laugh, picked Arig up again and ran up the stairs. He flung the bedroom door open, tossed the satin sheets aside and dropped Arig on the bed.
The Guardian giggled as De’Verro straddled him and kissed the side of his throat. “That tickles,” he said, pushing his fiancée away. “I need to cook that fish.”
“I’m not hungry,” De’Verro murmured and bit into Arig’s neck. The Hoodian gasped and hummed.
“You seem hungry, though,” he said. He turned his head to the side, trying to hide his throat from De’Verro’s advances. “Slow down, big cat. Don’t gobble me all at once. I thought you liked fish.”
“You taste much better than a fish,” De’Verro purred into Arig’s ear. Pinning his lover’s arms to the bed, he sat up straight and pondered how he could ease him into the mood. Eating could wait. He wanted Arig now.
Arig sighed and smiled. “Lie on your back,” he said.
De’Verro didn’t really register him. He would give Arig a massage, that much was for certain. Should he light candles or make tea first? No, he’d start with the hands, yes, the hands were a great starting point, and then he’d light candles…
“De’Verro.”
“Hm?” De’Verro didn’t stop rubbing his thumbs in circles over Arig’s palms. He could feel him pulling away slightly, he was going too hard then, soften the touch…
“Lie down.”
“Uh huh.” Slowly pulling the fingers one by one, was it just him or was Arig tensing up –
When Arig tried to throw him off, De’Verro reacted without thinking. He grabbed Arig’s legs with his toes and propped himself up on his hands and feet, putting all of his formidable weight onto Arig’s wrists and knees. His remaining four hands went to the weakest pressure points and dug in. Arig gasped and sagged back onto the bed.
“Sorry,” De’Verro said, a little startled. He released the pressure. “Did I do something wrong?”
Arig gave him an irritated look. In the next moment, the strangest of sensations seized him. All of his clothes starting pulling at him, hoisting him upward. He jolted but he couldn’t move. His suit had turned as stiff as armour. It lifted him off Arig, turned him around in the air and deposited him on his back. Arig straddled him, a perfect reflection of their position ten seconds ago.
“You were ignoring me,” he said.
De’Verro took a deep shaky breath as a rush of adrenaline made his world sharp. This was fine. They were just playing. Arig wasn’t going to tear his arm off… Oh dear, he should have known better than to annoy the Guardian of Earth.
“What do you want to do?” De’Verro asked carefully. Show no fear, put on a smile…
Arig leaned down and placed a tender kiss on De’Verro’s forehead. “Don’t worry. I’m just making sure you don’t grab me again.”
De’Verro sulked. “But I want to grab you.”
Arig grinned. “I know.” His light, confident tone made De’Verro both apprehensive and thrilled. “How about you lie down and enjoy for a while, hm?”
“Depends. Are you going to keep me tied down?” De’Verro struggled against his suit. He definitely couldn’t relax while he was being restrained like this. Not even with Arig.
“I’ll let you go if you promise to lie still.”
“I can’t promise that.”
“Then I won’t let you go.”
De’Verro groaned. “Fine… I’ll try to stay still.”
“Good enough,” Arig said and De’Verro’s clothes became clothes again. The spider Hoodian moved his joints testily, then relaxed and lay back. Immediately he tensed up again. He really wasn’t used to being the bottom. What was Arig trying to do?
“Close your eyes,” Arig said, moving south and nudging De’Verro’s knees apart.
“Um, I’d prefer not to?”
Arig set his hands on his hips. “You always tell me to close my eyes.”
“That’s different.”
“It’s exactly the same. Now close your eyes or I’ll blindfold you.”
Briefly De’Verro considered going for the pressure points again, but he decided against it. He closed his eyes and tried his best to relax. He had faith in his fiancée. Arig would never hurt him. Right? Right.
Arig sat down between De’Verro’s knees and placed his hands lightly on his thighs. He ran them in circles, then roamed upward: to De’Verro’s groin, over his belly, chest and shoulders and down to the elbows and hands. De’Verro shuddered and grabbed two fistfuls of the the satin blanket. This was new.
Arig kept stroking him slowly, gently. Dipping between his three pairs of shoulders, over his heaving breast, circling around each elbow and ghosting along every arm in turn… When he brushed over De’Verro’s crotch, the Spider Hoodian saw a white flash behind his eyelids. He gasped as his hips bucked against Arig’s hand, silently begging for more.
And Arig did give more. With hands that were firm but maddeningly unhurried, he groped and rubbed De’Verro’s bulge through the fabric of his pants. Soon De’Verro’s mind was purged of all thoughts but one: he wanted more. He wanted to embrace Arig and pull him closer, to sit him down on his cock and give him a ride. For Quater’s sake, at least if he could watch him…!
Fighting against a dozen impulses at once, De’Verro realised he would have to say it.
“Hah…” It was so much harder to say it than he would have thought. “Harder…”
Wordlessly Arig took hold of his pants and pulled them down, just far enough to expose De’Verro’s eager cock. The spider Hoodian felt the touch of cool air before Arig began trailing kisses up his shaft all the way to the top.
De’Verro groaned tremulously. He was melting under his lover. All of his consciousness focused on that one spot, on the movement of Arig’s mouth around his head, the strokes of his tongue along his length. The Guardian wrapped his fingers around the base of De’Verros’s cock and slowly descended on him. When De’Verro felt himself hitting the back of Arig’s throat, a lewd moan escaped him. If he had got that kind of moan from Arig… Oh Quater…
Arig sucked him with an idle gusto. From the way he was humming down there De’Verro could tell he was enjoying himself. Oh, how he wanted to hold him! At least if he could put one hand on his head and feel it bob up and down. De’Verro’s arms were burning for wanting to move, to get Arig off, to bring them both to completion. But De’Verro remembered all too well the sensation of his clothes becoming a suit of armour. He had to withstand it. For Arig’s sake… He was doing this for him…
Arig lifted his head. “How is it?” he asked.
“Can I move yet?” De’Verro asked.
“Mmm… no.”
“Can I open my eyes at least?”
“…Yes.”
“Ah, great,” De’Verro said as his head flew up. Seeing Arig, his olive-coloured lips wet with saliva, made De’Verro crave an embrace more than ever. His limbs jerked as they went to envelop his dear; De’Verro had to grab hold of the satin blanket to keep them still. “You look ravishing,” he whispered. Then he noticed something. “When did you take your shirt off?”
“Just now,” Arig said. He leaned forward to kiss De’Verro briefly. “How is it? Tell me,” he repeated, looking him in the eyes.
“If… you can…” De’Verro said and he hoped to Quater he wasn’t blushing, “wrap your hand around the base.”
Arig settled back between his legs. “Like this?”
“Firmer. Yeah. And… go up and down in time with your mouth.”
It took Arig a minute to get it right, but when he did, De’Verro felt his eyes rolling into his head. This… felt good. This felt really, really good. Arig set a slow, steady pace at first, but De’Verro’s uncontrollable thrusts from below motivated him to gradually speed up. De’Verro’s head lolled back as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. Oh Quater, this was it…
He prolonged it as much as he could. Breathed slowly, focused on the soft satin in his hands, channelled the building heat away from his groin and into his body. But at some point nothing helped to get him further from the edge.
It took a whole lot of willpower to say: “Stop.”
Arig stopped, drew his head back with a wet slurp and gave De’Verro a curious look. He wiped his mouth before he said: “Are you close?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t you want to come?”
“Not yet.”
Arig let go of his primed cock. Trails of saliva stretched between his hand and the rod it had been gripping.
“Ugh,” Arig said, looking at his splayed fingers. “I got you all wet. I should have taken your pants off…”
Warm, tingly and yet relaxed, De’Verro let Arig pull his moist pants down, untie the bow around his waist and unlace his corset. A part of him was crying out for the denied peak. A part of him was satisfied he had managed to put it off. Arig pulled his knees apart and dried his crotch with the tip of the satin blanket.
“Is there anything you want?” he asked softly.
“You,” De’Verro replied.
Arig chuckled and blushed. “Alright. You’ve deserved it.” Hearing those wonderful words gave De’Verro goose bumps of wild anticipation. Arig lay down by his side, over all three of his left arms.
“Can I move now?” De’Verro asked for confirmation.
“Yeah,” Arig murmured.
De’Verro took a deep breath as he released the blanket from his fists and flexed his stiff fingers. Then he embraced Arig with all eight of his limbs. His fiancée sighed and settled snugly against him. De’Verro tilted his chin up and kissed him. Finally.
He stroked every square centimetre of Arig’s body and he was delighted when the Guardian moaned against his collar bone. So wonderfully vocal. So supple. So responsive. He wanted to make him writhe in ecstasy. He wanted to make him cry out his name, to have him, to do him, to take him to the furthest…
“De’Verro,” Arig said, squirming uncomfortably.
De’Verro forced his hands to stop. One of them, he found, was pulling Arig’s knee up while another had slipped into his pants and was messing around his hole. Idiot. Stop thinking with your dick, De’Verro!
He put Arig’s knee back down and pulled the trespassing hand away. “Sorry,” he mumbled guiltily. “I got carried away.” He kissed Arig on the cheek.
“That’s alright,” Arig said. “Just go slower. I need a bit more time.”
De’Verro hummed as he threaded his hand into Arig’s stems. “How do you Hoodians say it?” he mused. “I have an eternity.” He hesitated for a moment before he deemed now was as good a time as ever. “Shall I get an ishag berry?” At least he’d give Arig an early opportunity to say no.
“Actually,” Arig said shyly, “I already took the liberty…” He beckoned with his hand and an ishag berry levitated toward them. It came to rest on De’Verro’s chest. The spider Hoodian stared at it suspiciously.
“Hold on,” he said, “I thought it was the custom for the top to bring the ishag.”
“It is,” Arig said. “I brought one from the kitchen while your eyes were closed.”
“Were you planning to… Arig?” De’Verro said in sudden concern.
“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to,” Arig said quickly.
“Oh. Good,” De’Verro said. “I mean, not that I don’t…” He cut himself off. “Maybe later. Not today. I’m still not over how you flipped me on my back, sorry.”
“Alright, alright,” Arig said and kissed De’Verro. “Now say ahh.”
They shared the ishag berry and De’Verro lit three of his lavender-scented candles. He couldn’t stop thinking about Arig topping him. Was that what his fiancée wanted? He had seemed to enjoy getting De’Verro off. Maybe he wasn’t that much into bottoming?
After he had Arig wrapped securely in his arms again, he asked: “Do you really want to top?”
Arig tugged at the crumpled satin blanket with telekinesis and pulled it over them. “Only if you let me,” he said. “But yes. It’s easier. You don’t have to give so much of yourself.”
“An interesting way to put it,” De’Verro mumbled against Arig’s throat. He promised himself to investigate this possibility later. Maybe it would help.
“I seem to recall you wanted to eat me?” Arig said in a low voice.
De’Verro’s heart jumped. “Yeah,” he said, licking his lips. “Give me a moment.” He rolled over and opened his bedside drawer. Inside he found a long orange ribbon. He sat up straight, gathered up his stems and tied them into a messy pony tail. He caught Arig gazing at him with a content smile. Yes, nothing said De’Verro was getting serious like when he tied his stems back.
On a whim, De’Verro scooted up to Arig’s head and placed his knees on either side of it before he burrowed under the blanket. As he was getting comfortable in the nether darkness, he felt Arig caress his lower back and pull him down. He kissed the inside of De’Verro’s thighs slowly, idly, sucking here and there. De’Verro’s cock gave a twitch and Arig chuckled.
Well then, it was time to get to work! De’Verro propped himself up securely on his middle elbows while his bottom arms petted Arig’s chest and belly. With his top arms he slipped under the hem of Arig’s pants and pulled them off. A runaway stem dangled in front of his face. He tucked it into the pony tail and leaned down to nuzzle his face against Arig’ groin. When he touched his fiancées cock, he could feel him gasp. He kissed it. Arig hummed.
So sensitive.
De’Verro tried to go as slowly as his own arousal allowed. For a long while he just stroked Arig’s loins and planted kisses wherever he could reach. When Arig was fully hard and humming almost non-stop, De’Verro stuck his tongue out and licked him. He savoured the full-body shudder that Arig gave and his mild salty taste. He claimed his lover inch after inch, with the glee of a cat finally deciding to eat its mouse. Look how he twitches. How he grips me. How he gasps and moans, so delightfully loud. How he thrusts into my mouth but tries to control himself. There’s nothing else for him right now than me and what I’m doing.
He dipped his hand between Arig’s thighs. He found his hole warm and moist. Arig drew his knees apart for him.
Good boy.
De’Verro pulled away and put his index finger into his mouth. He sucked on it for a second before he placed it back against Arig’s entrance. His lover took a deep anticipating breath and, breathing out, he relaxed. De’Verro pushed his finger inside. It slid in easily, deeper, deeper, all the way to the knuckle. Arig released De’Verro from of his mouth and pressed his face against the inside of his thigh. Lightly De’Verro curled his finger. Arig gave a grunt and, when the pressure wasn’t released, began panting. De’Verro lowered his head and resumed sucking him. Arig’s body arched against him. The spider Hoodian heard something akin to a purr, followed by what could have been his name. He slowed down. Lazily he fucked Arig’s hole while taking him all the way in, pulling all the way out. Beneath him Arig was starting to thrash.
Heart pounding, De’Verro added another finger for good measure. He didn’t think Arig registered it. He was jerking, panting and moaning. Occasionally he cried out. He was clawing at De’Verro’s thighs, face buried in his knee, a picture of utter abandon. De’Verro couldn’t take it anymore. Oh Quater, how he wanted to have him…
He came up. “Are you…” he said. His voice failed, too husky and low to be understood. De’Verro cleared his throat and swallowed. “Are you ready?” he asked.
“Ngh… yeah,” Arig said.
At last…
De’Verro threw the satin blanket off and spun around. Arig’s face was flushed. His cheeks were delightfully dark and his brow was dotted with sweat. He was looking at De’Verro with half-lidded eyes and that look turned De’Verro on more than anything else on that day.
He embraced Arig with all six arms and, lining himself up, he whispered happily: “I love you.”
The Guardian wrapped his legs around his waist. “Mmm…” he said. His gaze was mellow, warm as the rising sun. “I love you, too,” he murmured back.
Following Arig’s face with his gaze, De’Verro tilted his hips and slowly buried himself inside him. As he went deeper and deeper, he could see his Arig’s eyes rolling inside his skull. Fully sheathed, he rested on top of him. Arig gave a sigh and hugged De’Verro tighter.
To Quater and all of his sons De’Verro would swear that he tried to make it last. Now that he could see Arig’s face slack with desire, open and unchecked, he wanted the moment to be forever. He wanted to hold him tight and get lost inside him. But each thrust brought him closer to the edge. And this time, he knew, it would be much harder to stop.
He disentangled one of his bottom arms and clasped Arig’s cock with it. Going up and down its length, he whispered: “What do you want?”
“Kiss me,” Arig breathed.
De’Verro closed his eyes and gave his fiancée a long, deep kiss. He put all of his love into it, all of his craft and dedication. His hips pounding, his hand stroking, his mouth kissing, he focused all of himself to bring Arig over the edge. The world outside ceased to exist.
When Arig grew strangely quiet, De’Verro knew the moment had come. He took care not to accelerate nor to slow down. Keeping everything just as it was, he felt Arig’s cock pulsate in his hand. Once, twice…
Only when he was sure Arig was entirely spent did De’Verro let go of him. He broke their kiss, pecked Arig on the forehead and nuzzled his cheek. Panting into his ear, he finally let himself go.
And it was like fireworks. A blazing moment. A brilliant eternity.
They only moved again when Arig wheezed quietly and said: “I can’t breathe.” De’Verro quickly loosened his predatory embrace. Arig took a few deep breaths and yawned. “I need to get some tissues,” he mumbled, groping around.
“And cook that fish,” De’Verro added sleepily. Look at him. The Guardian of Earth. He looks so content.
“True…”
After they dried themselves off, Arig snuggled up to De’Verro’s side. Just for a moment, De’Verro told himself. I need to make him that dinner. He has earned it.
Then they both fell asleep.
