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Iason was beautiful in sleep.
He always was, of course, both in sleep and in waking; he had been designed to be so. Yet, Riki felt that only in repose did his master look truly, deceptively, angelic. It was the only time when Riki permitted himself to openly admire Iason. Every part of him was engineered to represent the masculine ideal, beauty and strength and intellect interweaving in a way nature could have never brought into existence. Iason was perfection, from the silky strands of his white-blond hair down to the graceful arches of his feet. He inspired both adoration and fear in those who beheld Jupiter's favourite son.
Ironically, the one creature who did not seek his approval, who refused to flatter him, who did not grovel before the powerful Blondie, was the one Iason took to bed with him. The one he cherished above everything.
Following a long, exhausting session of catering to Iason's demands, who Riki had long since learned was insatiable in his appetites for his pet, so much that he would not allow him any rest until he'd fucked him raw and wrung him dry, the mongrel had fallen into a near comatose sleep. Hours later, when the twin moons were already well into their journey across the night sky, Riki had rolled out of bed and dragged himself to the bathroom, only to find himself captivated upon his return by the sight of Iason sleeping.
Iason was lying on his front, his head turned to one side, one hand resting on the spot Riki had recently vacated, his fingers curled against the sheets as if searching for the warmth of his pet even in sleep. His hair was spread out over the pillows like a veil of pale gold. One leg was drawn up and bent at the knee, as if arranged by an artist about to capture his glorious form in a painting. His skin was as pale as ivory and just as smooth, tinted a luminous silver under the light of the moons. There was not a single blemish on his body.
Riki's feet were silent on the floor as he ventured closer to the massive bed, a reckless prey approaching a dormant predator. He peered down at Iason from above, studying his face. Iason's was an ageless beauty. Though Riki could see his face only in profile, he knew that Iason's features were aligned in perfect symmetry, long, pale lashes resting peacefully against his cheeks. His nose was perfectly straight, his sensual lips slightly parted as he breathed deeply and evenly.
Riki's gaze followed the line of Iason's spine, down his sculpted back to his narrow waist and hips, below which his alluringly rounded rear called to him to sink his fingers into its firmness.
The mongrel looked down his own body, a body he had always taken great pride in, a body that had turned many a head in Ceres. Compared to Iason's supple beauty, Riki was lean, but not weak. Years of carving out a reputation for himself in the slums had shaped his physique into a blend of sleek muscle and feral energy that was now bearing the marks of Iason's passion. Though he could not see the love bites on his neck and collarbone, he knew they were there. Iason always took a perverse satisfaction in marking him, then had him flaunt the evidence of their illicit union around Eos for everyone to see, scandalising the Elites and their purebred pets with his blatant disregard of established societal conventions.
Apathia, at least, afforded Riki a break from the disapproving stares and vicious gossip surrounding their relationship.
There were more bruises scattered across his chest and stomach, the shape of Iason's fingers blooming on his hips, and, finally, the purpling marks he'd sucked into the tender skin on the insides of Riki's thighs.
Iason was tolerable at the best of times, and an overbearing, sadistic prick at the worst. Riki knew he should not be standing there admiring his captor with his heart shuddering in his chest, but the physical hold Iason had on him was undeniable. It had been there from the very beginning, a seed of corruption that Iason had planted inside him during their first encounter. Throughout the years, it had grown into a dazzling, poisonous bloom, its roots too deeply embedded in his flesh to get them out now.
Already, Riki could feel his cock plumping again, a response caused by Iason's mere proximity. The pet ring had become redundant by now, reduced to an instrument of punishment. There was no longer any need to force a reaction from him. Iason's presence – his scent, his voice, the intensity of his gaze on Riki – was enough to awaken his body.
Riki's relocating to Apathia had been a concession on Iason's part – not that Iason would have been under any obligation to indulge him. He took what he wanted, when he wanted it. Whether or not Riki agreed to it did not matter to Iason, or at least it had not until recently. The fact that the most powerful Blondie of Tanagura had yielded to the pleas of a mere pet and made an actual effort to accommodate Riki's fierce desire for freedom and independence was an unheard-of precedent. Apathia, though essentially just another gilded cage, provided Riki with a desperately needed respite from the oppressive environment of Eos overflowing with jealous pets and condescending Elites. He was grateful for the privilege of being put to work on the Black Market again, which brought a sense of purpose into the everyday monotony of eating, sleeping, and serving Iason sexually.
A rare creature, Iason liked to call him; and yet there were tens of thousands of the likes of him scraping by in the slums. What Iason found so irresistible about him specifically, Riki could not say.
Entranced by his master's languid sensuality, Riki let himself succumb to the urge to touch. He reached out and lifted a lock of thick, luxurious hair off Iason's shoulder, letting the silky strands shift between his fingers, marvelling at the softness as he so often did when Iason's head was between his thighs. Iason's hair did not feel like something synthetic at all.
He continued his cautious exploration downwards, his fingers stroking along Iason's spine, tracing the dimples at the small of his back. Riki felt overcome with a reckless disregard for his own safety, like a little boy sticking his hand into a jar of sweets, unable to resist the temptation even though he knew that the threat of punishment for his misdemeanour was looming large. A single fingertip stroked the curve of Iason's rear, from top to bottom and back up again. Suddenly, he wanted to know. Had Iason ever taken it up the ass? Did Blondies even have the required orifice? Perhaps Iason had let that nagger Raoul, who never wasted an opportunity to express his disapproval of Iason's choice of pet, as if it were Riki's fault that Iason was so obsessed with him, have a go? Then again, Blondies were not supposed to do it with each other, and neither were they in the habit of taking their pets, as Riki had come to learn. Iason really was a freak in that regard.
Riki let out a sigh and pulled his hand back. Better to get back into bed with Iason before he could notice his absence.
When he moved his gaze back up the bed, Riki found Iason awake, ice-blue eyes trained on him over his shoulder.
"What is it, Riki?" Iason asked.
Riki flinched instinctively. His eyes were wide, white showing all around his black irises. He looked as guilty as a man could. "Nothing," he replied, after a moment. "It's nothing. I've just come back from taking a piss. I wasn't aware it required your permission."
Iason turned over onto his side and pushed himself up on one arm. "You must have seen something you liked in the bathroom, then." His gaze dipped down Riki's body, lingering on his bejewelled shaft for a moment before returning to his face. "What was it?"
Riki did not have to look to know what had caught Iason's attention. He hated that he was unable to control his physical responses to Iason's presence, the lack of autonomy over his own body a constant, humiliating reminder of his pet conditioning. Try as he might to convince himself otherwise, he could not change the reality that his body was addicted to Iason.
Riki stood there awkwardly, curling his toes into the carpet, feeling ashamed of how Iason affected him, how his body betrayed him by shamelessly displaying his longing for his master. His mind whirled to come up with a credible excuse, almost settling on a dream about his former pairing partner just to spite Iason, but that would only inflame his jealousy and he was in no condition to withstand another assault on his sore ass.
Riki clamped his mouth stubbornly shut.
Iason reached over with his other hand and brushed his fingers lightly over the ring he wore on his left middle finger. "What was it that put you in such a state, Riki?"
Riki shifted his weight from one foot to the other and back again. His heart fluttered like a hummingbird in his chest. Why had he not gone straight back to bed, what had possessed him to stand there like a fool and run his hands all over Iason's body?
Like a wild animal driven into a corner, Riki launched into attack. "Fuck you, Iason!" His fingers curled into his palms and his eyes flared. "It was you, okay? I was looking at you."
If Iason was surprised at his pet's admission, none of it reflected in his face. "And what were you thinking while you were looking at me?"
Riki flashed him a stormy look. "You're interrogating me now?"
To this, Iason said nothing, but his eyes narrowed in a way that warned Riki no to make him repeat himself.
"I was thinking about how much I fucking hate being your pet," Riki snarled, hoping against hope that it would shut Iason up.
"And this aroused you?" Iason pressed on undeterred, his low, velvety voice laced with subtle amusement. His gaze flicked down Riki's body once more to verify his erection.
Riki was fairly certain that Iason had a perfectly good idea of what it was that had drawn such a reaction out of him. He was a man, after all, a human made of flesh and blood and trained to respond to Iason sexually, and Iason was attractive, physically, despite all the humiliating shit he liked to subject him to. He knew that Iason would not let him off the hook until he confessed to his shameful ogling. Riki clenched his teeth and his eyebrows pulled together unhappily.
Iason could hardly rein in his delight at Riki's reaction. When he'd caught Riki staring at him, he had immediately recognised his private, vulnerable moment. Riki had been oblivious to Iason's eyes on him, and Iason had been treated to the rare sight of the mongrel's tightly guarded inner self unfurling. Seeing that innocent, boyish curiosity on Riki's face had stirred in Iason emotions new and sublime. That Riki had gone on to touch him – caress him – of his own accord made his cybernetic heart palpitate in his chest.
Iason arched a slender brow at Riki, watching him struggle. Well?
"It was your… your..." Riki looked anywhere but Iason. His face felt on fire. "...ass," he ground out.
Iason nodded calmly, approvingly, almost as if praising Riki for providing the correct answer. Riki's cheeks had turned a charming shade of scarlet and Iason enjoyed seeing him squirm. "And what were you thinking about, exactly?"
Riki's gaze snapped back up to Iason's, incredulous. What was wrong with that Blondie? Seized by another burst of temper, he straightened his back and lifted his chin, regaining some of his bravado. The fact that Iason had not yet used the ring on him was a good sign – his master was not angry with him. "I was thinking that I've never seen your asshole," Riki heard himself say. "Do Blondies even have one?"
The corners of Iason's mouth curled upward, just barely. Now, this was unexpected. Intriguing. "What do you think?"
Riki shrugged his shoulders, feigning a nonchalance he did not feel. The absurdity of the conversation they were having made him question whether Iason's programming was glitching. "No idea. I don't think you'd need one, being a robot and all that." Yet, Iason ate and drank. He loved to swallow Riki's ejaculate. Did he have some sort of built-in digestion mechanism to break down the food he consumed or did the things he put inside himself simply get neutralised?
Riki found himself genuinely curious. Curious, and aroused.
Iason let his hand sink gently back down on the pillow, satisfied with Riki's honesty. His pet was so endearingly earnest and good behaviour deserved a reward. He lay back down on his stomach. "Go ahead and find out, then. Explore."
Out of all the responses Riki had expected his admission would draw from Iason, being given permission to explore – whatever that was supposed to mean exactly – was not among them. He crossed one arm over his stomach, suddenly feeling uncertain whether he'd understood Iason correctly. "What do you mean?"
Iason's gaze never left his. "You may satisfy your curiosity, Riki. About Blondie anatomy."
Riki blinked, his brow creasing. This had to be a joke. Before he could stop himself, he had darted a quick look down Iason's body. "Where's the catch?" His voice was heavy with suspicion.
"There is no catch." Iason let slip a little laugh, amused at Riki's scepticism. "Your interest pleases me." While Iason knew Riki's body inside out, the pet had never expressed a similar curiosity in his master. Riki had never asked, had never initiated, had always remained passive during their couplings. "Go on," Iason encouraged. "Look. Touch. Taste. Do whatever you wish."
It took Riki another moment to process what he had just heard. When had Iason ever let him have his way? Though he realised quickly that he had not truly been given free rein to act as he pleased. Iason wanted him to give in to his curiosity. Riki was expected to do as he was told. That their desires aligned was a coincidence. In the end, he would still be doing Iason's bidding. But he supposed that was good enough. He couldn't expect anything more as a pet, could he?
Lowering his arm back down along his side, Riki placed a hesitant knee on the edge of the mattress. He gave Iason a final, appraising look, then climbed back into bed with him.
Kneeling next to Iason with his cock jutting out along his belly, Riki tried to ignore the weight of Iason's interested gaze on him.
Seeing his hellion of a pet at a loss for what to do was certainly an amusing novelty for Iason. For someone constantly clamouring for his freedom, Riki did not seem to know what to do with it once he was allowed to have a taste of it. In fact, Riki's hesitancy only confirmed Iason's belief that he was better off being kept within a controlled, structured environment that provided clear rules and a daily routine – a purpose – instead of letting him run wild in the slums. Riki was a diamond Iason had dug from the cesspit that was Ceres, and like any precious gem he needed to be safely contained and polished to a lustrous shine by a capable hand.
"Go on, Riki." Iason parted his thighs invitingly.
This finally spurred Riki into moving. Shifting on his knees to manoeuvre his body between Iason's spread legs, he reached out and let his hands settle lightly on the ivory hillocks before him. He spread his fingers and gave an experimental squeeze. Iason had a magnificent rear, supple and firm, its skin silky smooth under his palms. Riki flashed one last, permission-seeking glance up at Iason, after which his eyebrows drew into determined lines and he slipped his thumbs into the warm crevice to spread Iason's cheeks apart.
Riki sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. His cock gave an appreciative twitch. He had not been sure what to expect, but seeing Iason's hole affected him in a way he had not anticipated. Smooth, pink, and tightly furled, it looked decidedly virginal, and Riki could not help marvelling at the fact that a Tanagura Elite would let a mongrel make such an intimate study of him.
Iason watched Riki with quiet fascination. The look on Riki's face plainly communicated what went through his head, as did the rigid organ between his legs. He permitted himself a private smile while his pet was distracted. He wanted to see what Riki would do next, if satisfying his curiosity visually marked the end of his inquisitiveness or if his interest ran deeper than casual impulsiveness.
Iason remained perfectly still, watching Riki over his shoulder.
For several moments, Riki simply looked, trying to comprehend the reality that Jupiter had indeed designed her children as perfect replicas of the imperfect humans they were meant to rule, while at the same time prohibiting them from actually using the parts she had equipped them with, turning them into voyeurs who made social events out of watching human pets copulate. What a fucked-up concept.
All of Iason's attention was focused on the look of intense concentration that had risen to Riki's face, as if the mongrel were contemplating the mysteries of the universe while staring at his master's body. But then, that strange mood passed as suddenly as it had descended on Riki, followed by the touch of a cautious finger.
Gingerly, Riki rubbed the pad of his index finger against Iason's opening, suddenly struck by the notion that he was violating something pure and pristine – which was idiotic, of course. An asshole was an asshole, even if Iason's was admittedly pretty enough to bring to mind associations with petals and rosebuds, which Riki told himself was quite ridiculous.
After a moment, his touch grew bolder, the pressure firmer. He rubbed tiny circles, massaging the tight ring. With Guy, there had been a comfortable routine. Riki had taken the lead in the streets, Guy in the sheets. The one and only time Riki had taken the active role in bed was with Raoul's pet Mimea, and while the experience itself had been fantastic he'd paid dearly for his infraction afterwards. If Riki had learned anything from that incident, it was that Iason's dominance over him was absolute, in bed and outside of it, which made the entire present situation all the more surreal.
Drawing back his finger, Riki grabbed handfuls of Iason's ass and pulled his cheeks apart further, watching his hole spread. He wondered if he was the first to be allowed to manipulate Iason's body in such a way, a thought that was accompanied by a powerful rush of desire.
Watching Riki continue his exploration of his own volition was a thrill that set Iason's brain tingling. He watched Riki's throat contract with the effort to swallow. The pet bit his bottom lip and his brow furrowed. His cock was full and flushed, wet at the tip. Iason could practically see Riki's self-control disintegrating.
The pet ring around the base of Riki's shaft offered no hope of release. Still, his body craved and hungered, longing for the brutal pleasure only Iason could provide. His thoughts turned fuzzy and slow, arousal overruling the conscious, rational part of his brain, until he could no longer focus on anything but the dull ache down below. Iason had made him a slave to his senses; there was no point in trying to resist anything anymore.
Riki's lips craved kisses his mouth would never dare ask for.
Riki was beautiful when he lost control. The lust-struck expression on his face was something Iason would never get tired of. The Blondie licked his lips, unconsciously mirroring his pet as he watched Riki's pink tongue snake out to moisten his lips. What would Riki do next?
What Riki did next surprised them both equally.
Iason's calm, controlled expression exploded into surprise when Riki dropped down on his stomach and buried his face in his ass, smothering a desperate groan against his skin. The mongrel's initiative made for a thrilling change, sending a tremor of unexpected pleasure through the Blondie. His cock, trapped under the weight of his body, started to swell and throb, but he did not dare move lest he break the spell of the moment.
Riki's hips rocked in a needy spasm as he rubbed his erection against the bed. His breath came in hot puffs as he flicked his tongue against Iason's bud, laving the tender opening, eager and single-minded. A part of him was disgusted at his own weakness, angry at his body for betraying him with its inability to resist Iason, yet he could not deny the truth that every nerve in his body yearned for his master. He was acting on pure instinct, surrendering to the overwhelming arousal that Iason was capable of drumming up in him with infuriating ease.
Iason enjoyed Riki's vigorous licking. The warm, velvety pressure of his tongue wiggling against him was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, but he derived more pleasure from Riki's enthusiasm than from the physical sensation itself. Though it was always satisfying to witness Riki abandon himself to the demands of his body, this was a side of his pet he had never seen before. To experience Riki not only reciprocating, but actively turning the full force of his desire on him, sent a powerful rush of euphoria along Iason's neural pathways.
He could feel Riki's saliva trickling down the back of his sack, a wonderfully filthy, slithery sensation that made his cock pulse against his stomach.
The fact that it was a part of his body that had never played a role in bed with Riki before that brought such a reaction out of him was something Iason found immensely fascinating. The sounds that tumbled out of the mongrel were obscene. Iason revelled in Riki's slide into decadence, letting himself fully taste the bliss of his pet servicing him so ardently.
"S-shit… I want—" Riki pulled back, panting. He pushed himself up on his knees, his gaze glued to the tight ring of muscle glistening wetly between Iason's cheeks, one hand keeping the Blondie spread, the other flying down his own body to stroke his hot shaft, unable to help himself despite the pet ring constricting him painfully. His balls were tight and aching. Frustration swam in his eyes as he thrust futilely into his own fist. "Iason," Riki wailed, his eyebrows curving inward desperately. "I need—"
Iason pushed himself up in one fluid, graceful movement, took Riki by the shoulders, and pushed him down to lie on his back before he had a chance to complete his request. His long hair fell down across his shoulders, brushing against Riki's chest, shoulders, and the sides of his face as he knelt over the smaller man.
Iason bent down to kiss him and Riki's lips parted readily to the prodding of his tongue. He gripped Iason's shoulders, clinging to him as he pushed his hips up against the Blondie's, a shuddering gasp pouring out of his mouth and into Iason's at the feel of Iason's immense organ sliding against his own, more modest one.
Iason kissed Riki leisurely, unhurriedly, enjoying his desperation. He let Riki indulge himself a bit as his pet pressed against him to rub their cocks together, no doubt aware of the fact that all he was achieving with his squirming was to torment himself more. His pet couldn't help himself; he was so endearingly human. It was Iason who decided when and if Riki achieved release. Still, Riki had shown a new, bolder, almost playful side of himself today that Iason found intensely erotic and the hunger in the mongrel's gaze had given him ideas. Reversing their positions in bed was not something Iason had ever considered before. It simply had not occurred to him. He was the master and Riki his pet. Iason took and Riki gave. Such was the rightful order of things. And yet, Iason found himself wanting to give back to Riki, to treat him to something new and different, push the boundaries of their relationship further still, beyond all previous limits.
Pulling back after thoroughly ravishing Riki's mouth, Iason ordered him to "Lie still", then leaned over him to reach for the bottle of lubricant on the bedside table.
Riki inhaled tensely as his eyes followed the movement of Iason's arm. He clenched his hole and his features tightened as overtaxed muscles sharply protested the prospect of penetration. Riki wasn't looking forward to what he knew would be next on the menu, but he understood that it was a neccessary prerequisite for earning his release. Loath as he was to admit it, he'd grown used to Iason's sadism, had learned how to draw pleasure from it.
Turning back to Riki, Iason found his attention arrested by his pet's careless grace as he watched him grip his legs behind the knees and pull them up against his chest, baring himself to his master. The mongrel was the most beautiful creature Iason had ever seen, exquisite in his reluctantly tendered submission. He savoured the sight for a moment, then reached out and pressed a slick fingertip to Riki's swollen, reddened rim. Iason slid his finger inside the enticing softness of Riki's body, probing deep and feeling the loosened passage constrict as he curled the digit against Riki's good spot. "Even though you are in pain, you still want to please me," he teased, relishing the flash of temper in obsidian eyes that his observation drew forth.
The smell of Riki's arousal permeated the air like a musky perfume, so thick that Iason could taste it in the back of his throat. Riki might swear and struggle, but his body could not fool Iason. "What a good boy you are."
Riki's inner muscles clamped down on Iason's finger, a pained breath hissing through his teeth at the renewed assault on his abused insides, the painful friction softened by a flicker of pleasure as Iason located his prostate with flawless precision and began to massage it. "Oh, shut up," he ground out when the scowl he levelled at Iason merely drew an indulgent look from the Blondie. "Just do it already. I wanna cum."
"Of course you do," Iason agreed mildly. "And you shall, in good time." He slid his finger out with a soft squelch and cupped Riki's balls instead, kneading them gently for a moment before drawing back to pour more lubricant into his palm. He set the bottle aside and began to apply the cool, viscous gel liberally to Riki's cock.
"Haah..." Riki pressed the back of his head into the pillow and his hips strained forward. The sensation of Iason's fingers gliding along his burning shaft was heavenly and his penis pulsed gratefully in response. To his chagrin, the stimulation did not last long.
Iason let Riki's length slip from his grasp and bent forward to press a soft kiss to the inside of one tanned thigh, then straightened again and sat back on his knees. "Put your legs down."
Riki blinked, surprised by this deviation from their usual agenda. He let go of his legs and stretched them out on the bed alongside Iason, expecting to be guided into a different position, but Iason merely continued to watch him. Riki's eyebrows drew together, making no effort to hide the frustration he felt at being made to wait. His eyes searched Iason's face, but he found nothing in his expression that would indicate his intentions.
The needy look in Riki's eyes, the downward turn of his mouth, it almost made Iason want to prolong their game. Riki was an open book and in his face was plainly written the impatience and frustration he was experiencing. Being able to regulate his own arousal at will, Iason did not feel the acute need to release that was affecting Riki so, and the Blondie took a moment to drink in the expanse of his pet's beautiful body spread out before him, his gaze gliding appreciatively over the fine musculature of Riki's limbs highlighted by the gleam of sweat, taking in the erect buds of his nipples, his clenching abs, his lovely, flushed cock straining for relief. "Put your hands above your head and keep them there."
Riki did as he was told and wrapped his arms around the pillow under his head. His chest rose and fell with every shuddery breath he took as he watched Iason nervously. "What are you gonna do?" Iason did not deign to give him a verbal response. Instead, Riki watched him swing a leg over his hips to straddle him. Then, Iason reached behind himself and guided Riki's cock between his buttocks. "Wha—?"
The next thing Riki felt was heat and tight, tight squeezing. If it had not been for the pet ring staving off his release, he would have spilled himself immediately. His hips spasmed, trying to lift off the bed and bury his length deeper into the hot, tight space enveloping him, but Iason's weight on top of him kept him firmly pinned in place. "Fu—ahh—ck!" Riki moaned, sinking his fingers into the pillow and digging his heels into the bedding.
A Blondie sinking so low as to take a pet inside his body... Iason's face remained beautiful and composed save for a slight tightening about his mouth as he forced himself down on Riki's cock in one long, determined slide. The discomfort of penetration reverberated through his system like an echo, little electrical flashes that travelled from the point of entry all the way to his organic brain. Iason allowed himself a moment to process the sensory input, the stretch and the fullness, pain and pleasure twining together into a sensation that was new and intense, but neither good nor bad.
Riki stared up at Iason with wide eyes, overwhelmed by the head rush that came with the realisation that his penis was sheathed to the hilt in the hot, velvety depths of Iason's ass. Fucking Iason Mink, who stood at the top of Tanagura's pecking order. The same Blondie who'd made his life a nightmare. Riki's eyelashes fluttered and his cock throbbed. Whatever had caused this apparent malfunctioning in Iason's system, for nothing else could have triggered such aberrant behaviour in a Blondie, he hoped it would last long enough for him to finish. "Fucking—fuck!"
"Yes," Iason agreed serenely, "that is the general idea." He leaned forward on his hands, his long hair sliding down over his shoulders as he studied Riki's expression. This was different from how Riki usually behaved in bed. The dilated pupils and flushed face were a familiar sight, but there were no angry tears, no tantrums or insults directed at him as Iason ground his slumdog pride to dust. Instead, there was surprise in Riki's face, suffused with a sense of hopeful anticipation that suggested he was looking forward to their coupling.
Iason trailed one hand down Riki's chest and stomach, feeling the muscles jump under his palm. He clenched around Riki's cock and watched the body under him go taut in response as the mongrel squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered. It did not matter if Iason gave or received. The power he had over Riki was supreme, and at the core of his power over his pet lay Riki's desire for Iason‘s body and the pleasure it was capable of giving him. Iason wanted all of Riki, in every way possible. He wanted their bodies to merge until they could no longer tell where one ended and the other began.
A smile played at the corners of his lips as he massaged Riki's left nipple between two fingers and the human arched into his touch beautifully. "Good boy, you love this, don't you?" Iason's voice was sultry and smooth. "Of course you do."
"Ngh..." The muscles in Riki's arms tensed with the effort of restraining himself from reaching out and grasping Iason's hips as the Blondie began to raise himself up until only the head of Riki's cock was caught within the silky grip of his sphincter before sinking all the way back down. Even as the receiving partner, Iason was in charge of their love-making, relegating Riki to a passive role while overwhelming him with pleasure.
Riki's hips rocked upward, trying to match Iason's rhythm as he began to ride him as smoothly and evenly as a piece of machinery. Iason's movements were confident and precise, his expression calm. He was radiating power and grace even while assuming a position that was generally considered submissive.
There was nothing submissive about Iason. His hard, muscular body shone in the light of the twin moons, beautiful and inhuman. Blue eyes watched Riki impassively even as the evidence of Iason's desire rose from between the strong thighs bracketing his pet's hips. Riki's lust-addled mind likened him to an emperor on his throne.
Iason's breathing grew heavier, but he did not vocalise his pleasure, in contrast to Riki, whose loud, euphoric moans tumbled from his lips with wild abandon. Iason's inner muscles squeezed and massaged him in a way that set Riki's nerves alight with a burning ecstasy he could not extinguish on his own. Being inside Iason felt both right and wrong, wonderful and frightening. It was too much and not enough.
Over and over, Iason raised and lowered himself on Riki's length to let him penetrate deeply into his body, his own cock bobbing gently with every roll of his hips. Unlike his human pet, Iason did not have a prostate, but the steady friction rewarded him with a pleasant, warm pulsing sensation in both his genitals and his hole, the stretch and fullness stimulating internal pleasure sensors. Yet, more so than in the physical aspect of their union, he revelled in the emotional high of knowing that their bodies were connected as one. Master and pet, Blondie and mongrel, bridging the chasm that society imposed on them.
Riki gasped, aching with want. His hips pushed hard against Iason's. His body moved on instinct, trying to alleviate the pounding need in his groin. The stimulation provided by the hot, gripping channel around his cock was relentless, pleasure so intense that it soon crossed the boundary into pain as the pressure inside him climbed to unbearable levels. Riki's breathing grew harsh and shallow. His cock throbbed and his testicles contracted with the agony of needing release.
"...hurts," he choked out, unable to think of anything but the relief Iason could provide with a simple twist of the ring on his finger. He was so close, teetering on the precipice, but unable to go over the edge without Iason's permission.
Iason laughed softly under his breath. It was always the same with Riki. One moment, he was complaining that he could no longer stand it, and the next he was begging for more. He wrapped long, graceful fingers around his own engorged organ and began to stroke it as he watched Riki's frantic squirming. Iason wanted to see himself in Riki's eyes, now and forever, wanted his image seared into his pet's retinas.
"Who do you belong to?" Electric tension crackled along Iason's circuits as he stroked himself fast and hard, intending to time his release with the moment when Riki's need would eclipse his pride.
Riki was half-delirious, quivering with need. "You!" he wailed, digging his fingers into the pillow. His hips jerked and he drove himself into Iason violently. "I belong to you!" Seconds later, he felt the wet warmth of Iason's release spurting across his skin, coating his stomach and chest in pearlescent streaks of artifical semen. His stomach clenched and a sob caught in his throat, but the despair that flashed in his eyes as he was forced to watch his master's climax was quickly replaced with hope when Iason reached up to manipulate the ring on his finger.
Yes! Finally!
The moment the constriction loosened, Iason slid off his pet.
Riki's cock twitched and his hips surged, humping at nothing where seconds before heat and tightness had embraced him. Riki gasped at the abrupt cessation of touch, his overstimulated body crying out for relief.
He did not have to suffer Iason's absence for long.
A moment later, Riki felt himself engulfed in a hot, wet mouth. Strong hands settled on his hips and pinned them to the bed. A waterfall of gold spilled over his groin and thighs as Iason leaned over him and swallowed him down until his lips met the cold metal of Riki's pet ring. Tears slid from the corners of Riki's eyes, down his temples and into his hair as he plunged into an abyss of bliss. He flooded Iason's mouth with his seed, shouting his name.
Iason swallowed the warm mouthful without hesitation, suckling Riki's softening penis until a hoarse plea of "no more" from his pet made him pull back.
Riki lay panting for breath. His body glistened with sweat, his hair was stuck to his forehead in dark tendrils. His eyes were closed and his muscles quivered with the aftershocks of pleasure. He had no strength left, was pliant and yielding when Iason joined their lips together to imprint gentle kisses on Riki's gasping mouth.
Satisfied for the time being, Iason pulled back and settled beside Riki. He propped himself up on one elbow to watch Riki come down from his high. His fingers drew a lazy line up Riki's torso, spreading the sticky trails across Riki's chest, fascinated by the visual contrast between the milky fluid and Riki's skin tone, until he remembered himself and wiped Riki clean with a corner of the blanket.
"Why did you do that?" The pet looked at his master with groggy eyes.
"There is no furniture attached to this apartment," Iason replied matter-of-factly. His hand had returned to Riki's chest and was resting gently against his sternum. "Despite what you may think of me, I am capable of cleaning up my own messes if needs must."
"No, I meant… why did you..." Riki expelled a tired breath and lifted a hand to cover his flushed, sweaty face. "I didn't expect you to do that. Letting me..." He peered at Iason through the gaps between his fingers. "...fuck you." What Iason had done could hardly be referred to as letting himself be fucked. He had been in control from start to finish. Even so, it had been a very unexpected turn of events. Their whole session, in fact, had been a series of firsts, and Riki was left wondering what had brought about this sudden change in Iason. He pulled back his hand and turned his head to the side, looking at Iason directly. "Iason… is there something wrong with you?"
Riki's question was met with silence. Just when he thought Iason would not grace him with an answer, the Blondie spoke. His voice was soft, his tone contemplative. "I thought it might bring us closer together. Close the space between us." Iason's hand slid up to Riki's shoulder and pulled him against his chest, his arm curling around the small mongrel.
Nestled against Iason's side, Riki had no words to convey what he felt in that moment. There was no equality between them. Still, Iason had made an effort – in that strange, unnerving way of his that usually oscillated between the awkward and the downright disturbing – to evolve their relationship beyond the bounds of master and pet. First, by setting him up in Apathia and giving him a job. Then, he had begun taking over the task of cleaning Riki up after sex in lieu of furniture. He had taken to staying the night and sleeping in the same bed with his pet.
Something had shifted between them after Riki's second debut in Eos. Dark eyebrows furrowed at the conclusion that Riki's post-orgasmic mind tried to force on him. Sex was how they connected. It was the very foundation of their relationship, it had been so from the start. It was the one constant between them. Subverting their usual dynamic complicated things in a way Riki did not want to think about. His feelings for Iason were complex. Underneath the anger, the bitter resentment, and fierce passion was buried a timid, almost sullen sort of affection for his master. Riki had begun looking forward to the Blondie's visits. He slept better with Iason beside him.
"Go to sleep now," Iason commanded. There were precious few hours left before he would have to return to Eos in the morning and he intended to have Riki again before he took his leave. Riki needed his sleep to be ready for him.
Riki gave a hum of acquiescence. He extended one arm across Iason's stomach and slipped one of his legs between Iason's, not because he wanted to cuddle was what he told himself, but merely for added comfort. Closing his eyes, he pushed all those troubling, confusing thoughts out of his mind and let the steady beat of Iason's heart against his cheek soothe him to rest.
Iason watched his pet's transition from waking to sleep. He felt no shame for letting Riki invade his body, had enjoyed connecting with him in a different way. Iason had taken all of Riki for himself. As a Blondie, it was his right to do so. And in return, he had come to give himself to Riki as well, little by little.
Iason's body was an immortal machine, but his brain was organic. Human.
It had been Jupiter's wish for her children to be free of human weakness. So why was Iason not immune to the trappings of sentiment? His keen mind could provide no logical explanation for the emotions his fiery little mongrel was capable of instilling in him.
Iason moved his free hand to where Riki's arm was draped across his stomach and put his hand on top of Riki's, careful not to disturb his exhausted pet. Riki was a treasure he would never give up, even if it meant throwing away his pride and position as a Blondie.
Expression softening into something wistful and tender, Iason watched Riki sleep.