Reprise - Continued

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Kneeling before Ekor, Kelas's worries melted away again. He relaxed into his position and savored the feel of the soft blanket beneath his knees. No one ever took care to make sure he was comfortable while kneeling, but here he was now, offered a cushion to rest upon like a beloved pet.

There was an odd but not unpleasant sensation that time had slowed down. Kelas wanted to remember the feel of the cushion, the words, the gentle commands, the way his heart swelled to be called such a lovely name 'sweet one'. He wanted to recall the exact timing of Jasi's breaths, forever the sight of him fully everted and ready to be worshiped, each beautiful pattern of freckles on his body—Kelas leaned forward, dipping his head down, and he kissed a particularly thick patch of freckles on Ekor's inner thigh.

“My Jasi is beautiful,” Kelas said quietly, glancing up with wide eyes to Ekor, just briefly, before casting his gaze down again in reverence. He had complied with others before who had desire him to 'worship' them. But any of those previous times seemed like nothing now. None of those men had deserved his worship and while he had followed through with all of the proper actions he had never truly felt it—not like now. Something was awakened deep inside of him as though he had been cast back through ages to a time where the ancients would kneel under the sun against a backdrop of lush emerald jungle and leave offerings of their bounty at the feet of a stone god.

The heat between himself and Ekor felt like the warmth of the sun now. Jasi was not made of stone he was alive and blooming of scents that filled Kelas to his very core. His scales were perfect beneath Kelas's hands, his bare skin soft, and the muscle twitching beneath as Kelas sucked a patch of skin was strong. Kelas's offering was himself and he wanted desperately to give all of his offering—not motions, not practiced pleasure, but his genuine praise and adoration. He wanted to convey without doubt how grateful he was for the care and direction he was given. To give anything less would be unacceptable.

He nuzzled into the join where Ekor's thigh became groin and he inhaled deeply letting the musky fragrance wash over his scent and taste receptors in waves. Oh, Jasi was so much like the sea; both gentle and punishing, rhythmic in breath and in the way the belt had marked him, waves crashing and drawing back and crashing down again, lapping gently—tenderly now--such soft and gentle foam around the waters edges where Kelas waited to receive him like the dry and waiting sands of the beach. How the sand waited eagerly to soak in the water, absorbing it, while the water would be given gifts too; tiny bits of shell and sparkling grains of rock like little treasures offered up by the grateful shore. They were this meeting point—Kelas thought—and the sea was also a song, and they were a song too.

He lapped at the tiny scales decorating the edge of Jasi's opening spread wide by Jasi's everted cock. How it glistened like wet seashells and how it twitched like the pluck of a musical string when Kelas kissed the base. He let his breath whisper hot and ticklish along the shaft, his lips hovering so near, as he decided how to please. A swipe of his tongue at the head, dipping to caress the slit with his tongue tip. It was delicious and wet. It sent a deep pang of arousal to Kelas's ajan as he thought of how badly he wanted to make Jasi come and to take his release into his mouth or all over his face—wherever Jasi pleased.

He nuzzled at Jasi's cock with the side of his face, brushing the texture of his subtle jaw scales along the edge for a slow friction. Then he kissed along one side of the shaft, meeting the tip again, for another swipe of his tongue. He paused to admire Ekor's cock once more and to make sure he was relaxed enough for what he wanted to do next. He glanced up to Jasi with a coy little smile tugging one corner of his lips, and then he took Ekor's cock into his mouth and leaned forward, gripping Ekor's knees—never had his hands moved from where Jasi had told him to place them. He opened his mouth wider to accommodate, relaxed his jaw, and then his throat, not stopping until he had taken everything on the first try. His nose pressed perfectly into the indent of Ekor's flushed chuva.

Kelas gave his head a little shake to cause friction of his nose scales against the chuva and the movement almost made him choke with Ekor's cock still down his throat but he was determined not to. The muscles spasmed for a moment as though he might, and he made the smallest muffled noise, and glanced up to Ekor with his eyes wet from the sensation. Then he eased back, pulled off slowly, making sure his lips were wrapped so nicely around Ekor's cock.

He kept his mouth around the end pleasuring with his tongue while he took breaths through his nose to allow his throat a moment to recover. He bobbed his head in a few shorter thrusts, taking in less, but allowing his tongue to rub nicely against the underside of Ekor's cock before going all the way down again, nose to chuva.