The Mist and the Lightning. Part 18
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“You, too, are like a son to me, I love you very much, and, probably, I have always loved you, even when I drove you away. Nik is my son, but I am your father too. There are three of us, and we will be together, because this unity is our strength.” Unable to resist, Kors again reached for Arel, and he immediately responded.
“Are you doing it again?! Stop crawling back and forth, Vitor! You said you wanted me to tattoo you, and now you can’t lie still!” Nik was indignant.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” Kors answered hastily, stepping back from the prince.
Arel sighed, and, taking himself by his cock, rubbed it back and forth a little, thus trying to relieve tension. Kors, seeing how Arel, moving his hand, completely bared the head of his cock, then closed it with his foreskin, involuntarily breathed heavily and swallowed.
He tried not to look at Arel in order to stop, as Nik put it, “crawling back and forth”.
“Vitor, stop imagining my cock,” Nik said after a while, “you do it… uh … so diligently that it is standing now before my eyes. Stop thinking all sorts of bullshit, my cock is okay and I can jerk off like Arel.”
“No you can’t!” Objected Kors. “Arel moves his foreskin up and down as he wants, and you, Nik, circumcised yourself.”
“Not much,” Nik replied.
“I know perfectly well how you can jerk off. I have done this to you a hundred times and I know that it is impossible to close the head of your cock with the foreskin completely, it is missing, and this is inconvenient. You have to wet your hand with saliva for better glide.”
“You’re just getting excited again because of talking,” Nik chuckled, “you love to talk about all this and jerk off your brain.”
“Jerk off my brain?”
“Well, yes. Arel jerks off his cock with his hand, and you jerk off your brain with words. All the time you think only about who has which cock, and all your thoughts don’t break away from this.”
“They do break away!” Shouted Kors.
“No further than the length of the cock. A-ha… Don’t worry so much about mine, mm… what did you think now? “Shamefully naked head”, aha-ha…”
“It gets hurt by this!”
“No,” Nik disagreed.
“It rubs against everything!”
“It touches everything, right? Without your permission? Ha-ha… Okay, now, when I have the ring threaded, it first rubs against everything; the ring protects my flesh.”
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Kors remarked regretfully.
“It wasn't my will,” Nik replied. “It’s just tradition.”
“It amazes me that you didn’t cripple and circumcise Arel in the same way in your Limit for the sake of your wild traditions,” said Kors.
Nik looked at handsome Arel:
“He’s a true black, prince of royal blood. It is impossible to distort too much the body given by the forefathers and created in their image.”
“Glory to the forefathers for this law,” Kors remarked with relief.
“Yes, you are too beautiful to want to change something in you. Tall stature, beauty, longevity, black soul…”
“We’re perfect,” Kors agreed with a smile.
Nik fell silent, returning to work, but after a while he laughed again:
“Enough already!”
Kors’ cheeks flushed. Fortunately, Nik didn’t see this, but he continued to catch his thoughts.
“Why are you laughing?” Shouted Kors. “You say that I am bothering you, but you yourself are shaking no worse than me. Now it looks like I will have a crooked tattoo like your slave!”
“Like which slave?”
“Like Claire… Remember, you twisted her lips in red crookedly. Yes, Nik, you are a so-so master.”
“Ah-ah, Claire, ah-ha…”
“Nik, that’s enough!”
“Then stop imagining my cock,” Nik smiled, “you do it very funny, you compare cocks just like the height of each and every one. You see, I’m shorter than you, and my cock is no way smaller…”
“Nik!”
“You miss Lis – that’s with whom you endlessly happily measure your cocks.”
“I don’t measure cocks! All the more so happily!”
“Don’t twitch!” Nik continued to have fun. “Well, should I stick a dildo in you so that you lie calmly and be afraid to move?”
“Do you have a dildo?” Kors asked with some dismay.
“I will order Verniy, he will find,” Nik bent down to Kors and gently kissed him on the tailbone.
“Ah, ah… Nik, stop, I'm starting to want you…” Kors barely kept his composure. “You tickle me with your hair.”
“Sorry,” Nik replied tenderly and stopped distracting Kors and distracted himself.
“I called Parky,” Nik said after a while.
“Why? For him to bring a dildo for me?!” Kors froze.
“No, he will bring some weed. Have you been waiting for a dildo?” Nik laughed, and Arel, who was smoking at that time, laughed too.
“Yes, of course, it was exactly what I was waiting for!” Answered Kors indignantly.
Prince Arel, smiling, handed him a half-smoked cigarette, and Kors immediately took it.
Parky entered their tent, but Kors didn’t change his posture, still continuing to lie on the skin and not at all embarrassed that his captain sees his commander lying with his bare ass up. Nik, meanwhile, continued to tattoo him.
“Commander, can I take Tyutya?” Parky asked.
He squatted down next to Kors, laid the box of weed on his skins, and bared his teeth in a smile, displaying his iron crowns. He was actually very funny, this unclean one.
“Take what?” Not understanding, asked Kors, slightly lifting his head from his folded hands.
“Well, Tyutya, red slave girl,” said Parky.
And Kors laughed: “Parks, don’t speak black! I can’t hear you lisping, it’s very funny!”
“Vitor, don’t shiver! You’re bothering me!” Nik shouted for the umpteenth time.