away as Rohyr bent down.Several tongue flicksagainstthe rosy bud left the youth gasping erratically. But when Rohyrfastened his lips around the firm flesh and drew upon it, Lassencould not stifle a shuddery cry.Betweenlicking and sucking the tiny peak, Rohyr swiftly reduced Lassen toshaking, moaning helplessness. He had never imagined that certainparts of his body could be so sensitive.Dyhar,please, I... Ah, what are you doing to me? he almost wailed.Hisanswer was a hard, plundering kiss that left him clutchingdesperately at Rohyr. Keeping their mouths engaged, Rohyr lifted himoff the floor and carried him to the bedroom, kicking the door shutbehind him to seal them within the privacy of the sleeping chamber.Lassencould not look at Rohyr as the Ardan laid him down on the bed. Thisis it, he fearfully thought. He would be shorn of his virtue andfulfill his designated role.Dontbe afraid, Lassen. I wont despoil you.Theyouth opened his eyes at that murmured assurance. Rohyr was gazing athim with equal parts sympathy and mirth.Atleast, not wholly. Not yet, he added with a positively wickedsmirk. Lassen groaned. Oh, Veres, he whispered. You arecruel to tease me so.Softlaughter greeted his words followed by the press of Rohyrs lips onhis. Lassen tensed, then told himself to relax. Rohyr had promisedthat he would not take him just yet. But even if he broke hispromise, it was fruitless to panic over it. He belonged to Rohyr andthe Ardan would have him eventually whether it was this day, tomorrowor a fortnight hence. Best to resign himself to his defloration andtrust that Rohyr would take good care of him.Heshivered as his belt was removed and his clothing was completelyspread open. Rohyr ran his hands over his sides and chest, teasinghis nipples until they ached deliciously. All the while Rohyr did notpart their lips but embarked on a more thorough exploration than everbefore. By the time he lifted his mouth from Lassens, the youthcould no longer think clearly, much less do more than instinctivelyreturn Rohyrs embrace.Theundoing of the buttons of his breeches alerted him to the imminentexposure of more of his body. He stared beseechingly at Rohyr whilesuppressing a surge of his innate modesty. His breeches came open,followed by the unlacing of his drawers. Rohyrs fingers slid underthe loosened garment.Lassenhalf reared when Rohyr curled his hand around his shaft and gentlystroked it. Choked whimpers escaped him followed by gasped groans.The fondling was briefly halted when Rohyr pulled his breeches anddrawers down around his thighs to bare his groin.Freedfrom its confines, Lassens member half rose, stiff and faintlyflushed, thecappedhead glistening with the milky fluid of emergent semen. It was stilla pale rose in hue as was natural for the shaft of a Deir not yet ofage. As he further matured, it would turn a darker shade as would theseed pouch underneath.Lassenshivered when Rohyr ran his fingers through the sparse golden curlson his groin then gently fondled his seed pouch before returning tolightly stroke his length.Youfit my hand so well, Las-min.Shall we see if the same can be said of my mouth?Lassenswallowed. You cant mean to... he started to say. He bitback his protest.