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Jarlaxle was slowly learning the rules of sex with Artemis Entreri. Over the course of the last few tendays and various encounters he had learned patterns and triggers to avoid. While it could be frustrating, he enjoyed treating it like a puzzle. So far he had learned that Artemis had to initiate sex, and of course he set the pace. Artemis hated to be completely nude, and Jarlaxle suspected he kept a knife or two on his person. He had also learned not to speak too loudly or move too quickly.
Artemis’s breathing was heavy, and he was taking breaths deep enough to make his chest heave. He knew Jarlaxle would never hurt him, and he knew that Jarlaxle would stop. He had come to Jarlaxle’s room after they returned to Luskan.
Jarlaxle reached up to touch him and Artemis gripped his hand. “That’s a bit tight.” he said gently after a moment, and Artemis swallowed deeply and loosened his grip.
Artemis suddenly leaned forward and kissed Jarlaxle deeply, then pulled him closer and continued. After a few moments he pushed Jarlaxle away. “Clothes,” he said quietly. It was understood that he would remain dressed, however.
Jarlaxle said nothing as he started to strip, and after getting his vest open Artemis gripped his arms and pinned them to Jarlaxle’s side. Normally he wouldn’t tolerate such treatment from his lovers, but Artemis was still deeply suffering from the traumatic abuse he survived from his childhood. He felt Artemis deserved positive sexual encounters, and Jarlaxle liked it rough. He could both tolerate and enjoy less than optimal sex if it meant helping Artemis feel safe and learn how to enjoy himself.
Jarlaxle let Artemis grip his upper arms tightly and control the kiss, then he let Artemis peel away his vest and sash. Their hands got tangled while working with Jarlaxle’s pants, but they still managed to strip the Drow down to nothing.
Artemis spent several moments just looking at Jarlaxle. His fingers were shy and gentle as he traced Jarlaxle’s collarbones, shoulders, and upper arms, a sharp contrast to his iron grip a few moments ago. He gently ran his thumb in circles over Jarlaxle’s upper arms. They were the same height, but Artemis could easily circle Jarlaxle’s bicep with his hand. He could also easily shove Jarlaxle onto the bed. Artemis straddled the Drow and pressed his hands into the soft mattress. He could feel the soft sheets and he paused.
Jarlaxle took a calculated risk. “We only go as far as you want to,” he said in a gentle tone. He kept perfectly still under the heavier man.
“I know,” Artemis said quietly. He pressed their mouths together in a rather violent kiss that pressed Jarlaxle into the mattress. He gripped Jarlaxle’s wrists and squeezed the slender limbs just to feel the bones grind under his hands.
Jarlaxle squirmed and Artemis loosened his grip. He was somewhat curious as to how far they would go; this was as far as they got four days ago.
Artemis had spooked himself with the intensity of his emotions and fled, and Jarlaxle had let him. He then went to Dinin to burn off his frustrations.
Tonight, however, Artemis stayed.
He continued to straddle Jarlaxle’s hips and he easily gripped Jarlaxle’s wrists with one hand and released his aching cock from his breeches with the other. It was hard not to notice Jarlaxle’s gentle smile. “I’m ready.”
Jarlaxle just nodded patiently.
Artemis gripped himself tightly and started to stroke. He was never kind to himself when he masturbated. He squeezed too tightly, he twisted cruelly, and he never let himself come since he didn’t feel he deserved such peace or relief in his life. He didn’t feel it was fair to do the same to Jarlaxle though, and he felt a deep guilt for leaving Jarlaxle frustrated for so long. He knew Jarlaxle had multiple partners, but it was selfish to leave Jarlaxle hard and wanting like that.
He was hard now, tense and breathing heavy, and he started to grind against Jarlaxle’s hips. He adjusted his grip to encompass both of their cocks and he gave off a soft cry. “Lube. Where’s... lube?” he asked, and Jarlaxe tilted his head to the bedside table. He didn’t let go of Jarlaxle’s wrists as he crawled off of Jarlaxle. He flung various small items out of the drawer before finding the bottle of grease, and he hauled the cork out with his teeth.
Jarlaxle twitched mightily as this display of eagerness and swore at himself; he didn’t want to scare away Artemis. He didn’t have to worry, though.
Artemis poured the grease over his cock then shoved Jarlaxle back on the bed. He straddled him again and started to grind. He gripped both of their cocks and started to pump his hand. “Don’t move your hands,” he warned and Jarlaxle nodded. Artemis released Jarlaxle’s wrists and drew his left hand down the Drow’s body and stroked his chest. He rotated his hips and continued to pump. “Don’t look.” He shuddered as Jarlaxle’s piercings caught his cock just right and his breath caught in his throat.
Jarlaxle turned his head and closed his eyes. He was trying to contain his excitement, but to finally have Artemis riding him made his breath catch in his throat. He kept his arms above his head like Artemis wanted and relaxed. Jarlaxle just let Artemis work. He arched his back and gave a soft sound of pleasure as Artemis increased the pace.
Artemis came with a strangled cry and shot several thick ropes of cum onto Jarlaxle’s abdomen, then slumped forward some, breathing heavily. He looked down at Jarlaxle and his jaw twitched, then he furiously began to pump Jarlaxle with his oily hand. After a few pumps he leaned forward and started to stroke Jarlaxle’s chest, and he circled Jarlaxle’s nipple.
It wasn’t the most erotic sex, nor something that would normally fulfill him, but that fact that it was Artemis, his Artemis, touching him caused him to release.
Artemis continued to stroke Jarlaxle through his orgasm, and he didn’t stop stroking until Jarlaxle let out a soft cry. He then leaned forward and pressed their foreheads together.
“May I speak?” Jarlaxle asked quietly, and Artemis nodded. “May I move?” he asked, and Artemis nodded. “May I touch you?” he asked, and Artemis shook his head. “What do you need?”
“Just this,” Artemis said quietly and kept their foreheads pressed together.
Jarlaxle found it oddly comforting that pressing forehead together, the Drow equivalent of a kiss, was soothing to Artemis. He lay very still under Artemis, but he did rotate his arms somewhat.
“Jax?” Artemis said softly, and Jarlaxle nodded. Artemis could only nod as he got off of his friend.
“You’re welcome,” Jarlaxle said, and Artemis returned to his own quarters.