Thread: ____Pandora's Prize_____(OctopusPrince x Xinavee)

Samir had let Arwen move him, and like Arwen he struggled internally with a burning desire to press back into Arwen, to invite him closer, to touch, to kiss, to enjoy each other. He was told not to move, though, so he did not and when sleep found him, it was mercifully dreamless. He felt... safe- and it had not taken as long as it had for Arwen for his breathing to even out and become mellowly audible, for his body to be slack and warm against Arwen's in his slumber. Morning however, was a completely different matter. He had given a soft sigh when Arwen's first touches had stirred him, but as he was rolled onto his stomach, pinned underneath all of Arwen's powerful weight, and kissed and bitten at along his back and throat, the sigh of new wakefulness had melted into sweet, quiet moans, his body arching beneath Arwen's hold and his cheek pressed into the pillows. Everything felt warm and pleasant and he felt well rested and Arwen's attention only added to those sensations. He had not expected to wake like this, and yet, he welcomed it, letting Arwen hold him however he liked while pressing his body into Arwen's touches, both submissiveness and praise shown in how responsive he was. He however, flinched and went completely rigid at the first pounding at the door, giving a heady gasp when Arwen ignored it and continued to touch him, only for the pounding to sound again. Was Arwen going to just ignore that? Wasn't he a gladiator, with masters of his own? Samir could not think to protest, to encourage Arwen to go, because without fail, Arwen was off of him an in an instant, and heading out of the room, always fast moving and determined. Samir watched the powerful expanse of his back, eyed the strigil he'd picked up, and then he sunk back into the sheets, sighing heavily and pressing his face into the still warm silkiness of Arwen's pillow. He breathed him in and dipped a hand between his thighs, only teasing himself-- he would not dare it, to touch himself while Arwen was away, or without his permission, but just the brush of his own fingertips along his inner thighs made him ache with arousal. He would stay put, until Arwen returned for him, either to give some command for him to rise and attend to something, or to continue that tantalizing exploration that Arwen had begun to wake Samir from sleep. Arwen had said that the night before they would do nothing, but he had made no protest towards the morning, and in fact, had there not been an interruption, Samir felt certain that he would have come to know his master's body for the first time. Already he thought to analyze what Arwen had done so far, what he seemed to prefer in intimacy. The man liked his control, to hold Samir down and keep him just so. He also seemed to like Samir's hair-- there was no surprise in that, Samir knew perfectly well he had beautiful hair, and he had kept it diligently for years specifically for this sort of indulgence. Samir's throat and the back of his shoulders tingled from where Arwen had tasted him, used teeth upon him, and he noted that too-- if only they had not been interrupted, he might have guessed what to do to please his master in that moment of desire. No matter. There would be time, he hoped.There would be time to learn how best to please Arwen, and for all that had brought him to this place, he looked forward to it. He curled his arms around Arwen's pillow, and relaxed onto the bed, eyes closed in a feigned, prone position as though he had managed to doze off again. He felt perhaps, it would be best if Arwen found him right where he'd left him, that he did not show any distress for the interruption. If Arwen wished to touch him again, Samir imagined he would delight in catching him in a seemingly vulnerable moment. If he had a command, Samir was awake enough to react to it without delay. So he waited.