Through My Eyes

A half hour later, Turles had finished his shower, dried and dressed. The bathrobe wasn't really necessary, but he put it over the pyjamas anyway to hide the evidence of his condition. Now dry, the cold water only made his feverish skin burn more, and he remained knelt on the floor with his head on his knees, uselessly willing the obsessive thoughts to go away.

He did not even hear the bathroom door hesitantly open, but felt 17's presence when the latter crouched beside him. "The full moon is affecting you somehow, isn't it?"

Turles winced at his touch but nodded. "I think so." 17 physically lifted him to his feet, pulled him to the living room and sat him on the couch where their tea awaited them on the table.

"Are you ill?" 17 asked. When Turles shook his head he bade him, "Drink your tea. Sometimes placebos work." They drank in silence for some time. Turles had drank most of it, and suddenly dropped his cup on the table as though it had burnt him.

"I need something cold. Ice cold." He wiped sweat from his brow with his sleeve. 17 went to the kitchen and returned with several ice packs.

"I use these in the summer," he explained, placing one on Turles' forehead, which the latter clutched tightly. 17 untied Turles' bathrobe and tugged it off. "Undress," he said simply. Turles stared at him as though he'd lost his mind. "What? Underwear is no different than a swimming suit." At Turles' doubtful look he said impatiently, "Put it this way, Goku and his brats aren't exactly modest when they go swimming, so I know you have nothing I don't."

"Right now I don't think so." Turles swallowed hard but said nothing when 17 pulled off his shirt, then his pants.

"You're sweating. In your place I wouldn't care." 17 pushed Turles back a little and placed the ice packs on his chest and arms. When he did the same for his legs he saw what he meant.

"I barely know you, 17. I should not have came here. I'm sorry." Turles' voice was strange, as was the look on his face.

17 waved him off, "It's no troub--" Turles seized him by the shoulders, pinning him to the couch and kissed him, hard and uncontrollably. 17 shoved him off roughly. "Don't do that! Don't ever do that!" His eyes were wide in panic.

"Do you think I can help it?" Turles demanded, "I tried to warn you!" He looked reproachfully at 17. "Do I disgust you or something?"

"No. Not at all. If I get started, I can't control that, like at all." 17's eyes were wild and he felt trapped.

Turles only smiled, entangling his hands in 17's luxurious hair, his mouth moving heatedly from his lips to his throat. "Just fuck me," he panted, appalled at the pleading tone of his voice yet beyond caring. He could have sworn that 17's eyes glowed red for an instant, but he didn't care about that, either.

"You're a guy virgin, aren't you?" When Turles nodded, 17 smirked. "If I told you I'll be gentle it would be a bold-faced lie." He pulled off his undershorts, finding it strangely exciting to see Turles wearing his own Red Ribbon ones. "Did I tell you my energy is indepletable?" His fingertips lightly stroked Turles' aching hardness, drawing a muffled sob from him. Firmly Turles caressed his chest and leg while kissing him hard, suddenly finding his Red Ribbon shirt and red bandana to be the sexiest things ever. Aside from his gorgeous, angel-soft hair that he could not stop touching, his sweet face, his lips…

"Anything you want," Turles whispered throatily, seductively unbuckling his belt.

17 smiled. He loved being seduced. He also had a pronounced sadistic streak, which Turles felt and shivered with lust. 17 took one of the ice packs and wrapped it around Turles' hard length, stroking it slowly with the ice. Turles gasped in surprise, but that actually felt amazing.

17 pushed Turles between his spread legs. "Show me what you can do first."

Pulling his belt out of its loops, hastily Turles unzipped 17's jeans, lowering his own tight black Red Ribbon undershorts to free his straining erection, his tongue adoringly lashing over his almost unfairly sized length, not experience but pure desire making 17's hips rock against his perfectly twisting tongue that knew exactly what to do where.

His moan deepened as Turles' licks turned to soft sucking all around his sensitive hood, then just behind it to find his magic nerve, sucking so exquisitely that 17's head fell back in pure rapture, his hands sensuously kneading Turles' thick mop of soft, spiked hair.

"Yes… ah…" Turles sucked his whole tip now, purposely slowing down his thrills so that 17 tugged painfully at his hair. Turles squirmed against the ice pack encasing his manhood, at once cruel and exciting, which allowed him to thrust but would build him no higher. He reached down to pull it away.

"Not so fast," 17 stopped him, "You feel what I decide." He stroked his hair encouragingly, and despite that Turles' balls were throbbing so badly he couldn't walk if he tried, he gave 17 his best until he gripped him tightly by the hair to fuck his mouth. "Look at me," 17 ordered him.

Turles looked up at him with a look that practically screamed 'Make me your slave.' 17 pulled out of his mouth, burying his rigid member in his thick, soft hair, thrusting slowly into it, then faster. "I wanna come in your hair, Turles. You like that?"

"Yeah." Turles' mouth took to his tightened balls, sucking at them lightly, then harder, until they could not possibly go up any further. 17's back arched and with a soft cry he released himself into Turles' mass of hair,then relaxed with a sigh.

He was still hard, Turles realized in wonder, and they were nowhere near finished.

17 gazed at Turles through slitted eyes. Had he any idea of how his hormones were getting to him? He was about to find out.
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TBC in chapter 6…