Thread: First Blood ( Captain Levi and Viktoff Samson )

Had the assassin been a mind reader, the following sequence of events would have been so much more brutal. Instead, he was blissfully unaware of Ezreal's doubts, and that was a good thing. The red garbed killer would have never given the Ezreal the opportunity to try his cock at his pace if that were the case. A scene more along the lines of battery with the added flavor of forced sex would probably have been the case. Zed needed to have Ezreal trust him, even to the irrational extent of drilling it home by any means, literally. On second thought, Zed needed to have Ezreal - period. Sadly, Zed didn't get to muse over the concept as he remained ignorant to Ezreal's thoughts. In a way, Zed's junk unveiling mirrored his mask removal one for one. Having a strong grasp on timing and precision hadn't granted Zed an immunity to repetitiveness. He kicked himself mentally for allowing himself to become predictable in front of his courageous smaller lover. The boy's trust was one thing, Zed could try anything to fix that. But, if the younger man had begun to lose interest in Zed then there would be little to no means of reigniting that muse. Well, not by force. And force was a majority of Zed's strengths as a lover. Just because he could present a heart to Ezreal, a first for the assassin, didn't mean he flopped the underused organ around for others and had become some sort of master with it. They were both new to the bond they experienced, here on the rift. It was a magical thing, not Zed's cock, but the way a man's thinking can streamline when his junk is display for the cutest pair of lips around. Zed's concerns melted away as soon as he began to study the handsome face that had come face to face with his impressive member. The immediate reaction had been hard to discern since the young male's hand floated over to Zed's cock before any large differences in facial expression could be seen. And, obviously, Zed was too busy to take note of every little thing when his little flame's hand took his cock for the first time. It certainly wasn't going to be the last. Ezreal's initial grip had been fair lighter than Zed would have preferred. The assassin's larger muscles amd training had given him a far higher cap of strength. Combo that fact with his frequent adventures inside the other champions and how great his pain tolerance was, and Zed's sensitivity was far far lower than the younger male's. Not that he would blame his smaller lover, or that he'd complain. The sight was quite enough of a turn on. And, Zed always considered cock handling to be more of an entre to the main dish. This shouldn't be confused for a disdain of handjobs. Zed would love to sneak up behind his sweet little dick explorer and rub the male off from behind. Especially if he pleaded for Zed to stop or slow down. Thank you. He barely whispered in his grumbling voice, a response to the comment on his size. It was hard to remain modest before his soon to be deflowered adventurer. Zed's heart was putting a strange twist on his usual taste in lover. It was like he didn't even care if Ezreal would lean on him forever. No, that wasn't correct. It was like all Zed ever wanted was to have Ezreal beneath him, dependant on his strong touch and deeply arousing voice. And then the younger male gave Zed's cock the only lick with a curiously innocent twist his cock would ever feel. Especially since that innocence was lost the moment Ezreal took Zed's precum on the end. Shocks of ecstacy -not only from the more soft foreplay they had, but from the heat Zed gathered in his chesr for the boy- had shot up his spine. In a blur of excitement, Zed lost track of the actions that had led to Ezreal stuffing the large cock into his little mouth. This wouldn't be the smallest mouth Zed had been in, but considering the look on Ezreal's face, it's hard for anyone to have imagined how Zed could fit into anything smaller. The male's widening gaze and thin lips had attracted the attention of Zed's left hand through his ash-blond locks. As a man raised in an environment with feudal traditions, Zed was no stranger to his late master's ritualistic homosexuality among the other pupils. Until this very moment, it was seemingly impossible for Zed to see the difference in his own controling nature and his Master's actions with the other ninjas. That has changed. Zed was controlling at his core, that was unavoidable, but the look Ezreal gave him had allowed him to see the part of their intimacy that was so different. The wind took Zed's wintery bangs as he nurtured Ezreal's scalp with his finger tips, the warmest smile he could possibly summon had creeped across his face. That is, until Ezreal gagged and pulled back. The duality in Zed's lust had manifested as he was caught between wanting to discipline Ezreal, as he would discipline himself for injuring himself during training, and wanting to cuddle with the smaller male and kiss his more colored throat. Neither was necessary as Ezreal spoke around his messy lips. Already getting back on the horse, the bold male had taken Zed by his ass and pulled himself into deep throating the fat cock to the deepest point humanly possible. The warmth evaporated in the surging electricity that took it's place, Zed's smile was a purely lewd grin as his eyes scanned the rock wall for any means of grounding the rush in his brain so he could recollect the situation. It wasn't possible. With Ezreal's slip off his cock, and another pull back, Zed was prepared to take full privilege with Ezreal's previously eager words. Zed's hands both took to Ezreal's cheeks as he forced the kneeling male to look up. A cold thumb running across the maturing lips of his endearing lover. This is mine... now. And no one else's. He spoke slowly, without the prior softness. Zed didn't have to look down to see the way Ezreal was already fornicating in response to how much pleasure he also derived from cock sucking. The assassin's heart had only chosen once, but boy, did it seem to know how to pick'em. Zed cleared his cock with his own hand, smelling the mix of musk and Ezreal's saliva in his palm before licking his hand clean. Being sure to let Ezreal watch this action, one that he made as slow and cinematic as possible. As he finished, he took his cock and missed Ezreal's lips on purpose, letting his length run up along Ezreal's left hot cheek. The assassin's hands took the explorer's right side of his head and cupped a palm against his length to press it into his cheeks. Suddenly, Zed moved his hips slowly, giving Ezreal a feel for his rhythm and a breather-whether the bold young man wanted it or not. Before he could bore the messy lipped boy, Zed decided to pull his hips much further back than before. The distance between Ezreal's mouth and Zed had grown to be just enough to accommodate the impressive, pale member. In a thrust no different than the others, Zed forced his heated, gently moist cock right into Ezreal's mouth and throat. The genius behind his hand position was in the fact that he never had to move his hands for the transition. From the cock-cheek petting straight into deepthroat fucking. Zed wasn't the only tactician on the rift, but he wanted Ezreal to see his style before he started to purposefully trigger any bit of Ezreal's gag reflex that he could. His hips and arms forcing the male beneath him into the rough throat fuck with little to no means of escape. His aims were to hear all of Ezreal's throaty sounds and summon as much reaction and saliva as he could. The deep voiced killer rewarding Ezreal's ability to keep up with many groans, each being out of his control and a touch louder than he would have liked. He wanted to make a mess out of the boy, all while looking down into his eyes. The grin on Zed's lips might have been confusing for the puppy love, hearted Ezreal. But, there was hardly any time to focus on anything else as Zed made the throat fuck as intense as he could. Bucking his hips and pulling the ash-blond's head into it, his fat head leaving defined sensations in Ezreal's tight throat. It almost served as a bookmark, another way for Ezreal to feel how intimately deep Zed was going. This could easily continue until Zed would ejaculate, if Ezreal didn't regain control of the situation. Zed didn't mind the thought of such. But, he also wanted to bank his well-reserved load into Ezreal's stomach as soon as possible. The sounds that Zed had made and the lively red that had borne across his chest and face had both been signs of the immense pleasure that the act had brought him. But, the most unique sign of Zed's growing desire to climax had been the pulging veins in his arms as they darkened and grew slightly. Even Zed's cock had begun twitch over Ezreal's tongue.