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I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander… They would usually start at Muriel’s dexterous hands, and travel up his arms, following the direction of his muscles, tracing over the scars, all the way up to his back. They always seemed so tense, as if they carried the weight of the world.
And maybe, in a way, they really did.
During the relaxing bath Nadia provided us with, once again I couldn’t help but let my eyes roam over to his tensed up neck, strong back and wide thighs. Each muscle slightly shuddering under my fingers each time I reached for it. Muriel would always blush, but never push me away. It felt like a blessing to be able to see more of him, especially when he’s melting under my touch as I scratch his scalp, so relaxed and comfortable.
I wanted to touch him more, I wanted to keep him in this stateu of relaxation longer. I wanted to give him peace, lift some weight off his shoulders. He deserves it, he deserves the world.
My thoughts are suddently interrupted by Muriel’s voice:
- Am I?
- Are you what? - I search my brain, trying to remember what we were talking about before I started daydreaming.
- Allowed to want things?
Ah, that’s right, just before entering the bathing room, I mentioned this topic as I invited him to bathe with me.
- Of course.
- It’s just… Historically, that hasn’t… - He trails off, his eyes dart around, his face is lightly flushed, maybe from the heat of the bath. - I never knew I wanted anything. I never thought about it. Never asked.
He takes a breath, and for a moment I think he’s done with his centence. Then suddently he continues:
- And you tell me I’m allowed to… want things. To ask for things. And I dont- I don’t know how to do that.
I offer him a fond smile, touching his shoulder.
- It’s okay. Take your time.
But he offers back an exasperated snort, as if what I just said was ridiculous.
- Don’t tell me that. My time is never. I’d sit here staring at the wall until the earth consumed this place.
I chuckle.
- Well. We don’t want that.
- No… We don’t. And you deserve… better. I want to talk to you. I do.
I cup Muriel’s cheek, turning his head towards me carefully.
- What else do you want?
Silence.
It’s been maybe half a minute until he decides to speak again.
- I w-want to spend time with you. I want to be close. - Now that he’s started talking, the words seem to spill out like a dam being freed - I want to know you’re safe. I want to be there. I want to protect you.
He looks away, trying to hide his expression.
- I want you to protect me.
My heart aches and burns in my chest, filled with love and warmth.
- I can do that. Easy. - Truth is, there’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for him.
- You can?
I lean forward, slow enough that he can see exactly what I’m doing, and press a light kiss to his lips. He only hesitates a second before melting against me.
I smile against his mouth, murmuring my next words.
- I want just the same.
I feel him smiling back.
- You do?
- Of course I do… Now, let’s finish washing your hair before the water gets too cold.
- I’m used to cold baths.
- Then we’ll have to change that too.
Eventually, we have to leave the bath. I watch as Muriel slips out of the tub, and offer to dry his hair, to which he complies and even thanks me for, a shy smile painting his lips.
We both head towards our rooms, the warmth of the bath following our trail as Muriel stops abbruptly in front of my room’s door.
- Uhm…
I give him an inquisitive look.
After some hesitation and fidgeting, he asks:
- I… Can I stay with you tonight? I know we have our own rooms, we’re not camping anymore- Uh - A wave of embarrassement washes through his face, his posture stiffens up - Nevermind. I souldn’t have asked-
I reach out and hold his hand before he can run away. He stops in his tracks, looking back at me.
- Muriel, of course you can.
If I’m honest, I was hoping to suggest the same. After weeks of sleeping side by side, it would’ve felt uncomfortable to be alone in such a big room. Specially since this time we’d finally have a bed big enough for two.
We both step into the room, the initial tension of knowing we’d be sharing it slowly dissipating as we prepare ourselves for bed.
Nadia has provided us with the silkiest pijamas and covers I’d ever gotten to touch. The fabrics felt soft and cool on my skin.
I look back to see Muriel sitting on the edge of the bed, his shoulders starting to tense up once more.
- …We made it.
He’s right, we made it.
It feels strange though, to be back in this room. Back in Vesuvia. There were so many times on our journey we could have lost our way, or worse.
Now that we’re here though, I would like to indulge in this feeling of comfort and rest a bit more. We don’t know what’ll happen next, when we’d get to wear silky pijamas to sleep in a bed big enough for the both of us.
We don’t know- I don’t know when I’ll have the opportunity to have Muriel all to myself like I do tonight.
I see him sitting on the bed, immersed in thoughts, with the silk hugging his body firmly, and his shoulders once more tensed up. This image conjures the idea I was brewing a moment before our talk in the bath.
I approach him, my heart pounding in my chest as I decide to make a bold move, not knowing how he’d react.
- Your shoulders. - I point. - They’re really tense.
Muriel turns his gaze at me, then lifts a hand up to his neck, massaging it a bit.
- I guess.
I assume he’s taken this as a simple observation.
- Don’t they hurt?
- … Sometimes, a bit. I’m used to it.
- I’d like to massage them.
For a split second I can’t believe the words came out of my mouth just like that, so straight forward. I hoped he wouldn’t hate me, think I’m weird. I hoped that, at worst, he’d just refuse.
Well, his face turns red as a tomato, his eyes widen and fixate on the floor.
He reached for his neck again, self soothing.
- … How would that work?
I tried to contain my excitement, expressing only a light smile as I sat beside him, still leaving him some space.
- Well, normally you’d remove your clothes - My eyes dart to his face, he is as red as I thought he’d be - But you don’t have to! I’m sure I can do that over your pijamas if you prefer.
I can sense his shy stare in the corner of my eye trying to go unnoticed.
- I would then ask you to lay face down. But if you’re not comfortable with that you could stay seated. Then I’d start massaging your neck and shoulders, kneading, kind of like when you make dough. Then I’d move down to your back, your lower back, your arms and hands. Then I’d ask you to face up, and massage your chest, and your thighs, if you’d let me… It’s quite simple. I follow the fibers of the muscles, massaging them to ease the tension and remove the knots.
As I finish explaining, I offer Muriel a genuine smile, before adding a detail I had forgotten:
- Oh and usually you’d use oil to make the massage more smooth.
Muriel’s eyes seemed focused. Maybe he was imagining the scene, trying to figure out how it’d make him feel, what he’d like and what he wouldn’t like.
Soon his cheeks were flushed again, and he attempted to speak.
- That… That doesn’t sound like the worst thing ever.
I waited for him to say a clearer yes or no.
- Sure. But I want to sit… And I’m keeping my underwear!
- That works for me.
I get up swiftly and place a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth before happily turning towards the vanity, and looking through the drawers.
- There must be a massage oil somewhere in here… or at least olive oil or something.- I whispered to myself.
In the last drawer, finally, I found the massage oil, along with other types of… sensual supplies that made my face redden.
Wondering why did Nadia would even bother supplying me with such things, I headed back to the bed, finding Muriel already shirtless, with his arms crossed.
He seemed to be trying to appear as small as possible, trying to shrink or dissappear, even though I had just seen him almost entirely naked in the bath… he was shy, embarrassed, a chatacteristic so “him” that it has now become endearing to me.
- Found it! - I hummed, handing Muriel the bottle to look at and smell, before asking - May I put your hair up in a bun? I wouldn’t want it to get dirty with the oil right after we washed it so well…
- Sure.
- It smells nice too… - I commented, tying it up with a green ribbon. He averted my gaze.
He handed me the bottle and grunted as he turned back around, slouching.
I took it, and then I took a few seconds admiring his back. The strong lines of the muscles showing through a thin layer of fat, cut through by scars of cuts and burns, and at the base of his lower back, what seems to be a symbol or sygil of some kind…
- Everything ok?
His voice breaks me out of my stupor, and I am quick to retrieve the bottle again and lather my hands up in oil.
- Y-yeah! Sorry, I was reading the label of the massage oil. - that’s not believable at all but alright. - I’m going to start. Please tell me if I press too hard, or too soft, and if you don’t like something I’m doing, let me know as well.
He simply nods, and I get to work.
Just as I had said I would, I start with his neck, massaging gently behind his ears, moving down to where the neck meets the shoulders.
Muriel lets out a sigh of relief, and I can already feel him letting go of the tension that had built up on him.
I continue over to the trapeziums, they are very tense. I press harder, grabbing and pinching them, massaging with my thumb and palm of my hands.
At this point he lets out a louder sigh, almost a moan, and I suddently feel him tensing up again.
- … Sorry.
- Don’t apologise, you can sigh all you want, this is meant to relax you.
He falls silent for a moment, and I go back to work, only to be interrupted again.
- I think I want to lay down, I feel like I’m going to fall.
- Alright.
I move the covers out of the way, making space for him to lay down. I also create a nook for him to rest his head on using two smaller pillows.
- There, make yourself comfortable.
He grunts, pointedly avoiding my eyes, and lays faxing down.
As he finishes settling down comfortably, I give him a soft kiss behind his ear, then continue with the massage.
I finish kneading his trapezium and shoulders, and move on to his shoulder blades, earning a pained sound when pressing down on a particular spot.
- It hurts here? - I ask, pressing again but with less force.
He cries out again.
- Yeah, it’s kinda painful there.
I start softly massaging the area, warming it up with the oil, and working up to stronger strokes, until Muriel humms softly under his breath.
- Better?
- … Mhmm better.
He seems to be enjoying this. Good.
His lower back’s a bit less tense than his upper back, but not any less of a wonder. I follow the line of the muscles on the sides of his spine, then massaged them horizontally, until I made it to the very bottom of his lower back, massaging over the symbol I had seen earlier… Something to ask about another time, right now I’m too caught in the trance, admiring the lines of his lower back and the volume of his… rear.
I work hard on refraining from asking if I could massage it, embarrassed by my lack of shame.
As I move away, I almost think Muriel has fallen asleep. His breathing is so regular, his body lying limp on the bed. Much different from what I’d seen from him previously.
Eventually he turns to check on me.
- It’s over? - He asks, eyes half open, seemingly dissapointed.
I show him a wide grin.
- No, it’s not over. You can turn around now.
He turns expectantly, but still looking half-asleep.
- Does it feel good so far?
He lets his head fall onto the pillows, laying flat on his back.
- …It’s not bad.
- Good. I’m going to massage your arms, then your chest. Ok?
He nods, eyes already closed. I appreciate how much he trusts me to let go like this and let me take care of him.
Sitting on my knees, I take his left arm on my lap and massage it from the shoulder down, running my fingers over his strong biceps and forearms, pressing harder in some places and being attentive to his responses.
Eventually I get to his hands.
Hands that always hold me so gently and gracefully. They are calloused, but so beautiful. He has some scars running over them too, smaller ones.
I move his wrist in circles, loosening up the joints, then massage his palms, pressing down on the soft flesh. Then in between his fingers, and throught the lenght of the fingers, pulling on them lightly.
He doens’t protest.
I repeat the same on his other arm, earning a soft smile from him.
Next, the chest.
I look over at the mountains that are Muriel’s breasts, pressing my lips together in expectation.
- I’m going to stand over your stomach, it’ll just be easier.
He nods mindlessly.
As I mount him, he jerks up, propping himself on his elbows to look up.
- Wh-what are you doing?!
I almost lose my balance.
- Sorry, I asked if I could stand over your stomach on my knees to massage your chest. Did I hurt you? I can get off, hold on.
I make a gesture trying to get off of his belly, but he holds me by the hip.
- No, it’s- it’s ok. It just… surprised me. - He meets my eyes for a second, then looks to the side.
I feel my face fill with heat as I notice his hand still resting on my hip.
Trying to shake off the feeling, I drip some oil over Muriel’s chest.
Maybe I shouldn’t have done so… It looks quite… Erotic.
Suddently my heart starts skipping beats in my chest, I feel a heat emanating from my lower stomach. Something I’ve been trying to contain for a long time.
Shaking my head, trying to remain focused, I spread the oil over his chest, watching it reflect the purple light of the lanterns.
I go over his pecks, amazed by their size, before starting to massage them. First following the line of his collarbones, earning a soft sight from Muriel’s lips. Then moving back to the pecks themselves, doing so in circular movements, varying from soft to firm.
I am so focused on my work that I don’t notice Muriel’s face reddening with every stroke, until a desperate whimper escapes his lips as I’m startled by a resistance I find against my rear end when trying to move down towards his belly.
Ah.
I realise what this hardness might be. Though I don’t dare mention it, and neither does him.
He gulps audiably as I press back onto it. I can’t help it. It feels… comforting? Maybe it serves as a confirmation that I’m not the only one overly excited about the massage.
I massage his pecks one last time, lightly pushing back into him, appreciating the friction down there. He drowns his whimpers and sighs down his throat, eyes closed shut.
I dismount him, and finally gather the courage to meet his gaze.
- Can I massage your thighs? - I ask, not yet brave enough to mention the elephant in the room.
He swallows hard, shaking his head affirmatively.
We both try to ignore his erection as I straddle his leg to massage it.
It’s really hard. I mean- it’s hard to ignore it. And it’s also really hard.
As I bend down to tend to his sore muscles, running my hands through his skin, my hands travel up from his knee to his his upper leg, ending up on the crevice of his inner thigh, dangerously close to his groin.
Right there I find an incredibly sensitive sore spot, massaging it gently and patiently, as I feel Muriel melt even more under my touch.
I do the same for his other leg and, by the end of it, I notice his hands gripping the covers firmly.
His erection hasn’t gotten any less noticeable by then, trying to poke through his underwear, creating a perfect outline of the head of his cock.
It looked delicious.
I moved my hands slowly and firmly up his crotch, around his lenght, and towards his hips. As I pressed down his sides, he let out a raspy sound.
- You hold a lot of tension in your hips too…
I licked my lips, kneading his muscles, feeling him tensing up and then relaxing again under my touch.
He was irresistible. The mere sight of him filled my stomach with desire, I wanted him.
I got off his legs, moving up to sit on his lap again. I took his hand in mine and kissed it, his skin emanating the dark and lushious smell of the oil.
- Was that relaxing? - I asked him, leaning down closer, putting down a hand next to his pillows.
His eyes opened slowly, and rested on my lips.
- It- it was fine. - He pouted. - Thank you.
I smiled, eyeing him down.
His hair looked messy already, and the oil made his skin divinely shiny.
- My pleasure.
I brought our faces closer, slowly, offering my lips to his. He accepted my offer, pressing his mouth onto mine, bringing one hand up to support the back of my neck, while the other hovered over my back.
Slowly the kiss deepened. For the first time, I explored his mouth with my tongue and, to my surprise, he explored mine back, pressing my body against his. A glimpse of desperation in the low humming sound escaping from his throat as we parted, breath jagged.
- Muriel.
Surprisingly, his eyes immediately meet mine. They are filled with hunger and hesitation, fear and lust.
- Muriel… - I repeat, smiling through the word. His name tastes sweet in my tongue.
- Y-yes? - He struggles to keep eye contact. His boner twitching behind me.
- I want you. - I whisper in his ear, placing kisses on his jaw. - Can I keep touching you? All of you? Will you let me have you?
I see his blush travel from his ears and cheeks, until it covers his entire face.
There’s no answer.
- It’s okay if you don’t want to.
- I do! - He quickly follows. Then regains his composure, clearing his throat. - I- I don’t mind. I just… Don't know what to do.
My heart is pounding, it feels like it’s going to burn a hole through my chest.
- Thank you, my dear. Don't worry, we'll figure it out together. - I whisper, kissing his reddened cheeks.
He cannot meet my eyes again, I knew he wouldn’t, but that’s okay, he rarely does. He does turn his head my way though, brows still furrowed as he presses his lips against mine.
- I… I trust you. - He whispered softly, his voice a low humm.
I could not contain a moan as I gently press my mouth against his, slowly claiming his lips again. He brings up his hands and cups my face gently, pressing into the kiss.
I moved on to kiss his face, his chin, his neck, and near his nipples, grabbing his pecks once more, massaging them, as I sat on his lap, relishing on the feeling of his erection poking at my ass.
But something was amiss. I craved for more contact, I wanted to feel his skin against mine.
- Mind if I take off my clothes?
He inhaled deep, shaking his head, then helped me remove my shirt, letting his hands linger on my torso as I pulled it off over my head.
His warm touch comforted and calmed me.
- Thank you. - I grinned, unbuckling my belt, shimming my pants down awkwardly, then pulling them off along with my underwear.
He just watched me expectantly, lips parted, as he scanned me up and down.
I didn’t dare say a thing, it was an honor to be stared at by such wonderfully deep green eyes.
Turning back at him, I stared at his underwear for a moment, asking myself if it’d be too much to ask him to remove it. But apparently I needn’t ask, for the moment he realized what I was staring at, he quickly slipped it off, throwing it to the side, and watching me expectantly.
Now fully naked, I could properly press myself against his cock, and feel it fit comfortably in between my cheeks, rubbing against it to earn the sweetest, lowest grunts and whines from Muriel.
- You’re so beautiful. - I whisper, leaning down to place a quick kiss on his chest.
- You’re the one who- …agh, stop looking at me!
He faced away, but his hands betrayed him, wandering closer to me, touching my thighs hesitantly, before settling down on top of them.
- Thank you for trusting me, Muriel. - I say, as I move to sit now on his thighs, his erection gleaming in front of me.
- It’s- fine. S-stop making a big deal of it...
I rested my hand on his groin, observing the size difference between us. Just sitting on his legs demands me to open them widely to fit his large body under me. When we walk side by side, he towers over me greatly. And when he holds me in his arms, I’m sure I could disappear in the vastness of them. All of that to say his girth was just as impressive in size as all the rest of him.
I traced a line, following the trail of hairs that climbed up his belly, down into the base of his cock, licking my lips as it twitches under my feathery touch. I followed his veins up to the head, rubbing it in my fingers as he grunted and moaned deep in his throat. My mouth watering at the sight.
I propped myself up closer and hopelessly rubbed myself against his cock, enjoying having it press against my entrance, and the faces of lust and pleasure that Muriel was able to make.
It made me want him inside me. Now. But I was trying to hold back as much as I could, stopping to give Muriel words of assurance, to place soft kisses on his wrists, to run my hands over his naked torso.
I hover over his cock, teasing its head with my hole for a moment, before locking eyes with Muriel, he nods, and with that, I lower myself slowly onto him, a loud moan of pleasure leaving my lips.
Muriel grunted low in his throat, holding me firmly by the thighs and lightly bucking his hips up, earning another light sound from me.
I was sweating already. His length did not worry me as much as his girth, but I was determined, and more than that, I was patient, and wanted Muriel to fuck me more than anything.
- Are- ah- are you okay? - He managed to blurt out.
I grinned.
- I’m much more than okay.
I said, sliding down further, his cock stretching my insides deliciously.
This time it was Muriel’s turn to moan.
I was almost at the base when he moved one of his hands up to wipe the sweat off his brow, then the same hand grabbed the bed frame behind him.
His muscles were glistening, his pecs were plump, his biceps huge, the trail of hairs leading out of his crotch, up onto his chest were driving me insane, some of his hair managed to get loose from the hair tie, and fell gracefully near his ears and over his forehead… And his eyes… His eyes were dark, soft, but focused, and they could not stop scanning me up and down.
Does he have any idea of how hot he looks right now ?
- I want you so bad… - I whisper, my voice raspy from desire as I lower myself as fast as I can go. - I want you to fuck me so good. - His eyes widened, I could feel him growing inside me, his pulse quickening. - Ah … You’re so good, Muriel.
As I pulled away, his cock glistened and twitched. I quickly lowered myself at once, feeling his grip on my thigh shift to my hips once more.
He’s holding me in place .
That alone made me want to impale myself onto his cock again and again. Bouncing into it, as it filled and stretched my insides so good.
- Ah, Muriel, fuck me, please. - I begged. - Please .
He didn’t answer, but simply grunted in his throat, placing his hands on each side of my waist, and rocking his hips up into me.
At this moment I could see stars.
Our bodies connected became a shrine, and I was ready to worship it.
- Ah, just like that, Muriel. You’re so good to me… Harder, harder please!
- I- I don’t want to hurt you…
- Please Muriel, I need it- I need you.
He abided my pleads, and plunged harder inside me, as I rocked my hips back and forth on top of him, creating the perfect rhythm.
His cock rubbed on just the right places, sometimes slipping out of my hole, but it didnt matter, I took the opportunity to grind against it, and suck it’s head, before fucking myself onto it again.
- Please, d-don’t, I’m going to- ugh
Muriel moaned, pleading.
- I’m close too.. Don’t stop, I want you to fill me up.... Will you cum for me, Muriel?
He grunted again, speeding up, building up the tension, until I couldn’t hold it back anymore.
To my pleasure, Muriel came right after me, still penetrating deeply as he spilled himself inside me. I moaned with satisfaction.
After a moment catching my breath and staring at the beautiful mess that he was, I stumbled out of his lap, his cum spilling out of me as his body jerked with pleasure one last time, and the grip of his hands finally relaxed.
As I reach for the box of tissues, he gently pulls me by the waist, a look of worry on his face.
- You’re alright? - He seemed so genuinely concerned.
- That was incredible. You are incredible. - I placed a quick kiss on his lips.
He blushed, but his consterned look didn't dissipate.
- Hey. I'm alright. It felt amazing. - then I followed with - are you alright?
He very sweetly brushed a strand of hair away from my face, staring at me fondly.
- Yeah, I'm alright.
I lean against his hand, smiling back.
- Did that massage help you relax?
He smiled, then furrowed his eyebrows, pouting and blushing.
- …Shut up. - He pouts even more, looking away - I.. Uh, I never thought… Well, I dindn’t expect to - He trailled of, his face blushing.- Not that I didn’t want to! Just, I didn’t - think we would… Not right now, I didn’t think- I’m gonna stop talking now. Good night.
I kiss his forehead, laughing.
- Yeah it was unexpected… But I really enjoyed it. You’re so sweet, Muriel.
He grunts, trying to hide his smile.
After cleaning up our mess, we slip back into the comfy pajamas (no underwear needed this time), and Muriel offers me his chest to lay on.
His arms wrap around me, and I plunge into deep sleep almost immediately to the calming sound of his beating heart.
Tomorrow's a big day.