A Welcome Distraction

A Welcome Distraction

Saix has known Xemnas for a good amount of time since his Master rescued him his world as it was swallowed in darkness. It has been long enough to know that he hates when his Master decides to delve into his workaholic mood.

The Beast lies on the Superior’s bed, cradled on the soft sand colored bedspread. His wrists bound in manacles which were attached to the central iron post in the headboard. His heavy leather coat was absent, Saix is clad only in his leather pants.

VII raises himself up to kneel on the bed tugging lightly on the chains. He doesn’t wish to escape the bed but he’s bored. Xemnas didn’t exactly leave anything to keep his Lunatic lover occupied whilst he went to work.

Xemnas must have heard the chains rattling for he walks through the archway to the bedroom, “Awake are we, dear Saix?” “Yes, my Master. I didn’t mean to distract you while you were working.” “Never, Saix, you are a most welcome distraction,” Xemnas purrs stroking his fingers through the hair on Saix’s head. He’s learned that Saix’s scalp is fairly sensitive to the touch and soon enough Saix is leaning toward those digits.

Xemnas gives a tug to the links of chain between Saix’s wrists in a silent command for the Diviner to stand, “Come with me, my Beloved Diviner.” “But my Master, is it wise with the Moon so close?” “Far enough away that I can enjoy you away from my bed.” Xemnas replies leading Saix away from the bed and into his library.

“You may be in the grasp of your Mistress but even then you are mine, Saix. Always remember that.” Xemnas murmurs allowing his gloved fingers to cradle the Diviner’s chin, noting the yellow glow that almost lain siege to the amber iris itself. “I remember, my Master.” Saix replies before Xemnas rewards the Beastly One with a kiss.

A sound of a zipper being undone resounds during the kiss as if directly next to Saix’s ears. He understands what the noise is though, Xemnas removing his own jacket to be sort of equal standing with Saix as far as clothing went. A warm chest soon presses against his own causing Saix to growl into the mouth pressing against his own.

Xemnas grins at the sound before answering with one of his own bringing Saix to straddle his lap in his desk chair. He had paperwork he should be doing which wasn’t lost on Saix who was obviously eyeing the documents, “Don’t concern yourself with it, Saix. Just some reports from the others in the Organization. I’ll have time enough to read them over afterwards and I won’t hear protests from you about it.” Saix dips his head obediently to that, “Yes, my Master.”

Xemnas’ hands move up from Saix’s hips to map the slight rise and indent of the Diviner’s ribcage. The Superior was hardly fooled by the Seventh Member’s seemingly slender appearance. He can feel the liquid muscle resting just below the moon-kissed skin of the other. The Superior leans in and runs his lips down the cleft in Saix’s chest as if the lower Nobody was some sort of Lunar God he was worshipping.

Saix’s back arches as Xemnas teeth capture one of his nipples between then. A soft moan resounds from the Diviner’s lips as Xemnas uses his tongue to stroke the flesh to pert hardness. The Superior takes his time with repeating the process on the other. He is patient enough to deal with such things as foreplay as it made the final release all the more sweeter for the both of them.

One of Xemnas’ hands on Saix’s back slides down his spine before coming around to undo the button and the small zipper on the Berserker’s simple black pants. A hand reaches in and grasps Saix’s half-erect organ. Saix groans to the stroking Xemnas gives him as the other hand eases the pants off the hips. The Superior grunts in frustration encountering resistance from the thighs clamped onto his own.

However, Xemnas gently tugs upward on the flesh in his hands in an entreaty to the Diviner for his cooperation. Saix rises up and Xemnas is able to remove Saix’s pants entirely. “There now, you look so much better.” Xemnas purrs in that velvet laced tone of his right beside Saix’s ear as the other settles down once again into the Superior’s lap. “Now my Diviner. You know what to do.” He purrs before licking at the pointed tip to Saix’s ear.

Saix shudders to the feeling of the wet tongue dancing on the point of his ear before he moves his manacled hands to Xemnas’ tanned chest. His clawed hands move over the flesh ever so carefully, though his claws left light lines in the skin but judging from Xemnas’ expression and darkening sunset gaze, the other didn’t mind any. The fingers move on to Xemnas’ toned abdomen, the pads of his fingers tracing the hills and valleys before encountering the waist of his Master’s pants.

Saix’s fingers open up the Superior’s pants to allow the other’s erection its denied freedom. Xemnas aids in the removal of the last article of clothing between them, “Now then, in the second top drawer, Saix. There should be something to help.” Saix digs in the intended drawer, “Honestly, Master, you keep lube in your desk?” A smirk from Xemnas answers the question for him. “Why shouldn’t I? Never know where such an opportunity as this will come up.” Xemnas murmurs clenching his hand around Saix’s flesh.

Xemnas removes the hand to apply the slipper substance to his fingers, “Up on your knees.” He directs the Berserker to have easier access to the other’s body. One digit delves in between the firm globes of Saix’s ass, massaging the ring of muscle to relax it before pressing slowly inwards. Saix’s bound hands loop around Xemnas to grip the back of the Superior’s chair, “Carefully, my Diviner.” Xemnas cautions as he adds another finger to begin searching for that spot that would make Saix howl.

“Now then, where is it?” Xemnas murmurs before his fingers brush a slight protrusion within Saix. The Diviner rolls his head back and mewls much like a kitten. The vision and the sound travel straight to Xemnas’ cock, making it twitch in delight, “I can wait no longer, Master. Take me.” He pleads with the Superior who removes his fingers.

Xemnas coats his own aching flesh rather liberally in the oil. His hands take a hold of the other’s hips to align the head of his organ with Saix’s stretched entrance. Those hands firmly guide Saix down onto the hard cock, just a few inches at a time. Xemnas wouldn’t be so cruel as to hurt his Diviner in such a way.

Moving an arm around Saix’s waist, Xemnas stood and used his other arm to knock the reports down to the white tiled floor. Forgotten for the moment for better things Xemnas would rather have spread out on his desk. Xemnas lies Saix down on the surface of the desk, never once breaking their coupling, “Move your arms above your head.” Xemnas instructs and Saix obeys.

After a few minutes, joined in such a fashion, Xemnas and Saix both show the effects of their passion. Their hair clings to their skin like lovers and a fine sheen of sweat has appeared on both of their bodies, making Xemnas’ grip on Saix’s hips rather difficult. It is obvious that neither of them will last all that much longer.

And it is Saix that goes rigid below Xemnas first, white sticky strands exploding across their stomachs. Xemnas groans almost painfully as Saix’s body clenches about him, leaving him with no choice but to finish himself. With one last powerful thrust, Xemnas lets go his essence into his subordinate’s backside.

The Superior pulls out of the other and gathers him close as he seats himself back down in his chair, “Did you want to clean yourself up while I clean up the mess out here?” Saix nods, “Yes, but not right now.” Saix replies nuzzling the Superior’s throat. Xemnas eyes the mess deciding it could wait.

There was always later…

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