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Sandcastles and Fireworks	By : DarklingWillow & BronxWench Category: +M through R > Neverwinter Nights Views: 1524 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Satoshi blushed pink as he shook his head no in answer to whether Sand should give him a chance to escape, then licked his lips as his eyes traveled down the elf’s body, peeking down below the water as it was now still around them.

When Satoshi realized he was staring at the elf’s cock, semi hard against Sand’s thigh despite the heat of the water, his eyes grew wide and he jerked his head upwards to tear his eyes away from the sight. His cheeks flushed darker, and much to his surprise his own cock stirred where it was pinched between his thighs and his stomach. Satoshi squeaked softly and shook his head quickly.

“I’m not a priest,” he said, without knowing exactly why, then groaned and hid his face behind his knees, his towel falling off his head and into the water again. “Gods, I’m an idiot,” he muttered in Japanese, and made that silly sobbing sound again.

Sand shifted with almost no disturbance in the water, plucking Satoshi’s modesty towel up from where it floated. “I did not think you were one of the clerics, but your piercings made me think of them. You are very beautiful, however, and you should not hide your face, sweet one.”

Sand wrung out the small towel, his strong hands squeezing out most of the water. He folded the towel, and placed it on Satoshi’s head again, sliding one edge of the towel under Satoshi’s hair where it was knotted atop his head. “That should stay a little better.” He looked at Satoshi. “You are very flushed. Is the water too warm for you?”

Satoshi lifted his head and rested his chin on one knee while the elf returned his towel, Satoshi’s eyes studying the elf’s beautiful face, searching for any signs of deceit. “I’m not beautiful,” he whispered with a small sigh, then shook his head a little bit. “No, no, the water is fine, I’m used to very hot onsen. I’m just embarrassing myself and that makes me blush. I can be such an idiot sometimes. I’m sorry,” he said, and offered a small smile. And then, for some reason that Satoshi would never be able to explain, he straightened his back a bit, and sat up a little straighter, lifting his head up so Sand had an unhindered view of Satoshi’s chest, and the dark green metal rings that pierced his nipples. “Do you have a lot of different religions in your world? Or just one god? Or many gods?”

“You do not need to apologize,” Sand said, and he smiled, his face lighting up as Satoshi straightened. “It has been a long time since I have blushed, I think. This is not to say that I have not embarrassed myself. I do that regularly. But do you truly wish to discuss theology?” He laughed, sounding quite young, and moved a bit closer to Satoshi. “We have many religions in my world, and most of them have many gods. It can be very confusing, especially when you have someone like Vale, who tends to mix up pantheons when he is irritated at the Lord of Neverwinter. Sadly, Vale is irritated by the Lord of Neverwinter daily, and he has invoked almost every god a dozen times by now. We are fortunate they do not decide to listen.” He looked closer at Satoshi’s nipple rings, but did not presume to reach out to touch them. “What sort of metal is that?”

“Not really,” Satoshi muttered under his breath when Sand asked if he wanted to discuss theology, but he did listen to the elf’s answer, then blushed a little. “It’s called surgical steel. All of my piercings are. It’s a type of stainless steel that’s used to make tools for medical surgery. It’s the safest type of metal for these kinds of invasive piercings. But they come in all sorts of styles. These,” Satoshi said and looked down, flipping the ring in his left nipple as he continued, “are coated with some type of electrolysis, or something, I don’t know the name for it, but that’s why they look green. I’ve got purple ones too, and blue ones. Then I’ve got one pair that’s gold coated. Eighteen carat gold coating. But I usually only wear plain steel ones in my lip because they’re not too loud. In the visual sense, I mean. But I don’t usually go around topless, so nobody sees the nipple piercings, so I sometimes play around with those. People in this world pierce themselves all over. But it’s still considered a slightly unusual thing, to have big piercings. In Japan I would never get away with the way I look if I worked in something like a store, or at an office, and I could never get a job as a teacher looking like this. But, since I work in music, I get away with it.”

Satoshi looked up at the elf for a moment, then inclined his head a little bit. “Your ears are pointy again. They weren’t today, at the museum. Then they just looked normal. Like human ears, I mean,” he said, blushing softly. “I think your ears are beautiful. Your eyes are beautiful too.”

Sand brightened when Satoshi mentioned working in music. “Do you play music? Music is something we love, we elves. We make excuses to play, and enjoy having musicians in the public gardens, at festivals, in our temples, well, just anywhere we can. Music is a part of us. What is music like here? We looked at old instruments here today, but I am sure they have changed a great deal.” He laughed again, sounding a bit rueful. “Listen to me. I really do sound like an elfling, with all my questions. But thank you, for your very kind compliments. My ears looked human earlier because I used a bit of magic to make them look human, so I would not stand out too much today. Bronwen says there are no elves here, so I needed to be careful. We can make small changes in our appearance like that, with a glamour. All elves can do that much magic. At home, it would not matter about my ears, or anything else.”

“Miss Bronwen’s right. We don’t have any elves, or trolls, or dwarves or anything like that,” Satoshi said, then waffled a little. “Or… Well, we have dwarves, but it’s not polite to call them dwarves. But it’s not the same kind of dwarves… Hell.” Satoshi laughed softly and shook his head. “There are people in this world who are born with a genetic disorder, which causes their growth to be stunted in a very particular manner, and it used to be called dwarfism, because the people who have it are generally very short. So, it’s not the same kind of dwarf as you know. Do you even know about genetics in your world?” Satoshi groaned and laughed softly, shaking his head, then leaned his head back against the wall, and looked up at Sand.

“I am babbling, have you noticed?” he asked, with a bright giggle, then nodded his head. “I do play guitar, and a couple of other instruments a little bit, but I’m not a musician. We have a thing here called the music industry. People who sing and play instruments sign contracts with companies, and then go to studios to record their songs and music, and then they are published on a thing called an album, and the public buys those albums and listens to the music. CDs can last for decades, or hundreds of years, or something like that, so once you have one, you can listen to it for ages. What I do is work in the studio, to make those artists sound perfect. It’s all manipulated through machines and computers and mixing the sound levels of all of the instruments and the singing until it sounds exactly like we want it to. The studio I work for is owned by my friend’s father, and I work quite a lot with one particular artist, because he prefers to work with me. Does any of this make any sense to you?”

Sand laughed, moving a bit closer to Satoshi without any conscious decision. “I will confess, much of it is lost on me, aside from the part where you play instruments, and make music, even if you are not the one who plays on these album cee-dees that people purchase. You use the machines to make the music perfect, and that is not a small thing. It takes a fine ear to discern where the music is wrong, I think. And it takes a love of music, so that is something we have in common.” He smiled, looking as young as Kansas for a moment. “Will you come with me to buy a cee-dee and show me how to use it to hear the music?”

“I’ll teach you Google, and show you pictures of some of all that stuff, alright? Just to make it make some sense?” Satoshi teased gently, then blushed. “I write music also. That’s why Kohaku likes to work with me. He says I write the best songs, and know exactly how he wants them to sound. But that’s just kind of my thing. Music. It’s in my soul, is the best way I can describe it. It was also an escape for me, when I was younger. If we can spend time together tomorrow, I’ll let you hear some songs, if you want to. And of course I’ll go with you to buy a CD. I can’t buy CDs here, though. I can’t play them back home, because some genius decided that there should be different systems in different parts of the world. Totally sucks, to be honest.”

Satoshi leaned his head back a little more, and allowed one of his legs to slide down off the seat, opening himself up a little more towards the elf. “Your eyes. I can’t get over your eyes.”

“I am sure I will not be able to play the music at home at all, but I will always remember it perfectly. That is one of our gifts, to remember everything. It is not such a bad thing.” Sand leaned in a bit, unable to resist the attraction he felt to this slender, pierced man with music in his soul. “But why can you not get over my eyes? I am not entirely sure what that means, but I will assume it means you cannot look past them. They are just eyes. I am told I have my father’s eyes, that this color is common among his family.” He did manage to resist reaching up to touch Satoshi’s cheek. “Your eyes are the most marvelous shade, and they make me want to open up to you, to tell you everything, all my secrets.”

Satoshi laughed softly and shook his head a little. “My eyes are just black, like everyone else’s,” he said, and licked his lips quickly, flicking the ring on the right side of his lower lip from left to right then back again. “I can’t explain it, really. Your eyes are the most beautiful blue that I’ve ever seen. They almost seem like they’re not quite real. Like you’re wearing color contacts, but I can tell you’re not, so I know that’s the actual color of your eyes. And for some reason, I’ve always liked blue eyes, or pale eyes, something other than black. And yours just… I don’t know. They just feel… familiar is the only word I can think of right now. Like I’ve seen them somewhere before.”

Satoshi sighed and shook his head. “I’m not very good with words, to be honest. I can’t explain myself very well,” he apologized, and relaxed his shoulder, letting his arm rest on the seat between them, almost as if he was offering the elf to come closer, and then he flicked his lip ring back and forth again.

“When you do that thing, with your lip ring, it makes me wonder what it would be like to kiss you. Perhaps it is because you feel just as familiar to me, for some reason. I feel as though I should know what your lips are like.” Sand leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving Satoshi’s, and he let his lips brush against Satoshi. He lifted his hand to touch Satoshi’s cheek with his fingertips, gentle and easy enough to brush away if Satoshi chose, and then he deepened this kiss just a bit, sighing softly as he did so.

Satoshi froze when the elf leaned in, but even though his flight or fight instincts kicked in, and his heart began to race, Satoshi did not pull away or ask the elf to stop. Instead he just parted his lips a little and received the kiss with a soft sigh. “It’s a little tricky,” he whispered between the kisses, and then moaned when the elf leaned in to deepen the kiss. There was hunger in that moan, hunger that Satoshi had not felt since before Christmas, since before that evening when he had faced his final two choices, and that nameless young police officer had helped him come to terms with the better but harder choice. And in this moment, Satoshi wanted nothing more than to sate that hunger. With Sand, and no one else.

Satoshi moaned again when he felt his cock swell between his thighs, throbbing in time with his heart. He finally let go of his shin and twisted to face the elf a little better, and reached up with his hand to touch Sand’s shoulder, to keep himself still, and prevent any accidental floating away as Satoshi was prone to do in anything larger than a washtub.

Satoshi shivered with need, and reached up with his other hand to grab the elf’s other shoulder to steady himself, and then whispered between kisses, “Please?”

Sand put one hand on Satoshi’s right shoulder, helping to steady the slender man, and he leaned in for another kiss, savoring the sweet mouth. It was a bit tricky, as Satoshi had said, to maneuver around the piercings, but once he had the hang of it, it was not hard at all. He made a tiny purr of delight when he felt Satoshi’s tongue stud brush against his lip, and his cock jumped a bit at the sensation, and because he had this intriguing, beautiful, oddly familiar man beside him. He wanted Satoshi with a pure need far beyond anything he had ever felt, but he had no desire to rush Satoshi. He wanted it to be wonderful for them both, and somehow he knew it would be, once they got past this lovely dance of kisses.

“Come, sweet one, straddle my thighs so I can hold you closer,” Sand murmured, his eyes burning with desire. “You are so very beautiful, Satoshi. And so very sweet to kiss.” His free hand cupped Satoshi’s cheek as he looked into his gorgeous dark brown eyes. “So very beautiful.”

Satoshi moaned loudly, and the back of his neck turned a deep shade of pink. He did as the elf asked, muscles rippling under his skin as he rolled in one smooth motion up on one knee and the other leg swung over Sand’s lap. Satoshi forgot how to breathe when his chest pressed against Sand’s chest, and he wrapped his arms around the elf’s shoulders, his fingers finding the delicate shell of the elf’s ears and stroking them gently.

“Please?” Satoshi begged again, not really knowing what he was asking for, but just knew that he wanted to feel Sand closer to him. Satoshi bucked his hips to press down on Sand’s thighs, mewling when he felt the elf’s thick cock sliding against his skin. Satoshi broke their kiss and looked down at Sand’s chest as he whispered. “Just… don’t… please, don’t touch… them too much. I can’t…”

“Hush, my sweet Satoshi. Nothing will happen that you do not wish to happen.” Sand cradled Satoshi’s face between his hands, his smile tender. “I will tell you what I wish to happen. I would want to feel you around me, letting me bury myself in your tight heat, and I would want to see you succumb to pleasure as we love. I want to feel you spill against me, so I would know I gave you that much bliss. Can you feel what you do, just being near me? I want you, beautiful man.”

Sand kissed Satoshi again, looking into Satoshi’s gorgeous eyes. “Your scars do not frighten me, or repulse me. I think they are beautiful, like all of you. They are part of a tale, and perhaps it is not always the most joyous of tales, but it is what makes us who we are. I will never look away from you because you bear the badges of challenges met, and bested. You are more beautiful in my eyes, that is all.”

“You saw them,” Satoshi said with a trembling voice, and he closed his eyes to try and hide the tears that filled them. “I don’t want to talk about it. Maybe, one day, possibly…” he whispered, and his arms tightened a little around Sand’s neck. “Please? I just need to feel… Hold me? I just want to feel alive again…”

Sand cradled Satoshi close, nuzzling his temple and pressing kisses to Satoshi’s fragrant hair. “Then I will hold you, my lover.” He let his hand trail lower, down Satoshi’s right side, well away from the scar tissue, until he was cupping one pert ass cheek. He pressed up with a lean thigh, feeling his cock graze Satoshi’s stomach again, and he purred, a little edge to it this time as he felt his arousal increase. His fingers moved forward, between them, until he was running them along the length of Satoshi’s cock, feeling the heat of the flesh in his hand. “I want to taste you, sweet one.”

Satoshi nodded, and started to rise to his feet, but then he hesitated and opened his eyes, looking a little confused. “How do you want me?” he asked, his voice catching a little in his throat, and again Satoshi lifted his hands to hide his pierced nipples as his shyness overcame him. “I’m sorry, it’s been a while,” he muttered, and looked around the circular onsen, not seeing any kind of a ledge for him to sit on. “I don’t know. Maybe on the steps?” he asked and pointed with his hand towards the steps where they rose out of the water.

“That is perfect,” Sand agreed, and he stood lithe and graceful, to follow Satoshi, his hands covering Satoshi’s hands over the pierced nipples. “Let me put my towel down for you.”

Sand steered Satoshi to the steps and spread his towel, clear of the water and folded enough to be a cushion for Satoshi. “Sit, my lover, and let me make you feel wonderful.” Sand was wonderfully confident, sinking to his knees and placing his hands on Satoshi’s thighs. “You have the most delectable cock. I will enjoy tasting you, sweet Satoshi.” He lowered his head, his long raven hair still firmly in its topknot to reveal the pure alabaster skin of his neck and upper back. His breath was hot as he teased Satoshi’s cock with his lips, feathering little kisses and darting the very tip of his tongue out to taste the slit.

When Satoshi did not flinch away, Sand parted his lips and slid them over the crown, taking the head of Satoshi’s cock into his mouth and running his tongue over the cleft while one hand moved up Satoshi’s thigh to cup his balls. He hummed a single pure note, and lowered his head some more, a steady slide down Satoshi’s cock until it hit the back of Sand’s throat. Sand tilted his head, and let Satoshi fill his throat, humming another single note so the vibration would add to Satoshi’s pleasure.

Satoshi was sure that the elf could feel the tremble in his muscles as Satoshi sat down on the towel, and he could feel his cheeks pinking up, but the crimson flush of his arousal kept growing around the back of his neck to the front and slowly rose up to his cheeks.

“That’s so good,” he moaned, as he felt the elf’s lips on the sensitive skin of his cock, and not knowing exactly what to do with his hands, Satoshi grabbed the edge of the steps and his knuckles shone white through his skin. Satoshi mewled and trembled with pleasure when the elf hummed. He was shocked in himself, to be so aroused by this foreign elf, when he had not been able to do this with his little lover, or Willow, or even his first love, Yuji, since he had been released from the hospital.

Satoshi trembled from head to toe as he felt himself slide into the elf’s throat, and his lips parted as a moan erupted from the very depths of his tummy, and one hand slapped against the wall as if trying to find purchase to hold on for dear life.

Sand swallowed gently around the cock in his throat, the sensation as familiar to him as if it were Vale he was loving. He had no idea why Satoshi felt like coming home, but he was not going to overthink it. He was an elf, and like an elf he would live in the moment.

Sand drew back with exquisite slowness, his tongue tracing a path along the underside of Satoshi’s cock, and he was rewarded by a taste of precome, tangy and rich. He purred in appreciation, running his tongue over the head to savor the taste even more. He looked up at Satoshi, his eyes shining with pleasure, and down he went again, until his nose was buried in the soft raven curls at the base of Satoshi’s generous cock. He trilled a quartet of notes, wondering if Corellon Larethian, First of the Seldarine, would be pleased by his hymn being used in this manner. Given that he was an elven god, Sand thought Corellon would find it amusing, at the very least.

Sand heard Satoshi slap the wall, and he lifted his hand from Satoshi’s thigh, catching the flailing hand and guiding it to his own shoulder. He purred happily when Satoshi’s fingers curled reflexively, and gripped him firmly.

Satoshi let out another moan and his other hand let go of the edge of the step to wrap around Sand’s upper arm, fingers digging deep as Satoshi shivered again, his eyes rolling back in his head. The slender nose buried in the patch of wet curls at the base of his cock made Satoshi’s toes curl and he sobbed softly as his legs spread even further apart, and his cock jumped in the elf’s mouth as he received another taste of precum.

“Oh, gods,” Satoshi howled, then sobbed loudly with pleasure, his hands pawing at Sand’s shoulders hard enough to leave behind faint red marks. “That’s so good,” Satoshi whispered as the elf withdrew again, and teased his tongue over the delicate cleft just below the head. Satoshi cried out at the tease, falling back on his native Japanese, “Kimochi,” and then he slumped backwards, pressing his hips upwards a little as Sand sank back down over him. “Kimochi, kimochi. Iku, iku, iku,” he moaned, sobbing between each word, and one hand inched its way up to the side of Sand’s neck, not quite wrapping around the back of the elf’s neck, but tight enough to make it obvious that Satoshi wanted nothing more than to bury himself balls deep in the elf’s throat again.

Satoshi’s balls drew up, tight and heavy, and his cock throbbed again as he sobbed and let out another howl, on the verge already, but wanting to make this last as long as he could.

Sand looked up again, watching Satoshi for a moment until he was sure the slender man was sobbing with pleasure. Satisfied, he withdrew again, slow and lascivious, taking his time and making sure he used his tongue to best advantage. He sucked a bit as he went this time, his cheeks hollowing a little, and he was rewarded with a larger taste of precome when he swiped his tongue over the delicate cleft and atop the slit. He hummed appreciatively, his hands back on Satoshi’s thighs to steady himself.

He could feel how close Satoshi was, the thick vein on the underside of the slender man’s cock throbbing with need. Sand breathed in, and even in the onsen, he could make out the unique scent that was Satoshi’s arousal, a scent which ticked at the base of his brain like a memory almost hidden. That was impossible for an elf, to have memories which could not be recalled, but he was not going to worry about it. It only made his own desire grow.

After a last suckle of the head of Satoshi’s cock, Sand dropped down again, and this time, when Satoshi slid into his eager throat, he swallowed hard, humming his quartet of notes to increase the sensation. His restless fingers stroked Satoshi’s thighs, teasing the inner skin as he sucked hard on the generous length.

“Faaahhck!” Satoshi howled, and his hand wrapped around the back of Sand’s neck, holding the elf still as Satoshi’s hips pressed forwards just enough for Satoshi’s balls to press against Sand’s chin, and then every muscle in Satoshi’s body tensed to the point of nearly snapping. Satoshi made a soft little sound and then his balls emptied in thick, hot spurts down the elf’s throat. Once the first shock of his orgasm had passed through his body, Satoshi went limp and sank down on the towel, his fingers drawing long, red lines into Sand’s arms, the bones creaking softly with the strength of his grip when he grabbed Sand’s hands to stop himself from slamming head first into the stone floor. Satoshi’s whole body seemed to ripple with the pleasure as his balls emptied, a soft mewl escaping him with each spurt. He thought he heard the raven elf with the enchanting blue eyes chuckle softly, his hands gentle as they slid over Satoshi’s chest and flicked one of the rings that decorated Satoshi’s nipples, and then Satoshi sighed, mumbling softly, “Aa, Suna, owatta.”

Sand withdrew his mouth slowly, savoring the rich flavor of Satoshi’s come. He let Satoshi grab his hands, helping Satoshi ease himself down as he gave himself over to the intense pleasure of his release, and Sand chuckled to himself as he gave in to temptation and flipped Satoshi’s nipple ring, watching a shiver run through Satoshi.

He did not quite understand what Satoshi said, but one word made Sand shiver a little, tugging at the very back of his mind again. It was not a memory, not really, instead more of a reminder of something, so familiar he could almost name it, and then it was gone again. Satoshi had not noticed his reaction, and Sand stroked Satoshi’s chest again, admiring the rise and fall of the tautly muscled stomach.

The faintest giggle came from the door, so quiet Sand was not entirely sure he had actually heard it, and then he heard a voice whisper, “Thank you.” Soft footsteps moved away, toward the shower room, the elf’s keen hearing far more acute than human hearing. He smiled, recognizing the voice as Kansas, and his heart was filled with joy for that sweet acceptance of his loving Satoshi.

“Oh, sweet one, you are so delectable. I do want to make love to you now, if you would let me,” Sand purred. He flicked the nipple ring again, wondering what it felt like. It was probably not wise to try a transmutation, though, so he simply enjoyed Satoshi’s response instead.
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