The Harvest-The Next Generation

 Szin's story
Szin stood, trembling, in the bathroom. The lights were low, casting soft shadows around the room. Szin’s lips pressed tightly closed as Takeo’s hands slowly unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time. His thoughts whirled. He didn’t want to be gagged. Did he? No, he didn’t. Right? Oh God. Didn’t that spark all sorts of ideas?
Takeo faced Szin, and smoothed Szin’s shirt open. For a moment, he stared at Szin’s chest. “Just lovely. Nice and toned too. What pretty little nipples.”
Szin blushed under Takeo’s scrutiny, and his nipples hardened immediately. Szin tried to convince himself it was cool in the bathroom, which was why his nipples hardened, but that was a lie and he knew it. The room was warm and moist from the heat of the water filling the tub. Oh, he wasn’t cold, not by any means. No, he was slowly burning up and Takeo was the reason.
Takeo lifted his hand, his voice gentle. “Watch.”
Szin’s eyes followed the slow progression toward his chest. He gulped, his body shivering, yearning. Takeo’s hands were strong, firm, and covered in calluses. A warrior’s hand. What would those fingers feel like?
“That’s right, imagine my fingers twisting, pulling on that hard little nipple.” Takeo’s fingers hovered inches from a hard peak.
Szin’s chest heaved under Takeo’s fingers, his breathing rapid. Takeo hadn’t touched him yet and he sounded like he’d run five miles. Uphill, no less. If Takeo would just shut the hell up he might be able to… okay, probably not. Just being this close to Takeo had the blood rushing through his veins. Oh fuck, could Takeo smell his desire? He fought against leaning into that waiting touch. Oh, he wanted...
“I wonder… will the sensations from your nipples arrow straight to your cock? Cause a sweet ache in your belly?” One finger landed on Szin’s chest, right above where Szin was desperate to be touched, and his voice dropped. “Make you need?”
Szin gasped, the explosion of air surprised him as electricity shot through him. What was happening to him? Takeo hadn’t touched him and he was hard as Ta’Narian crystal.
“Mmm, you want to know, don’t you?” Takeo circled Szin’s nipple, drawing closer but not touching.
Szin closed his eyes, his body controlled by a simple digit. Fuck, he wanted to scream with frustration. Need bit him hard; desire wrapped around him, teasing him with what could be, if he’d just give in. How could one simple touch do this to him?
“Open your eyes, and see, Szin. Stop fighting. You can’t win, can’t deny this.” Takeo flicked the stiff peak. “We belong together. I want you, and you—my stubborn mate—want me. I needyou, Szin.”
“Oh God, oh God.” Szin’s eyes snapped opened and his lips trembled as he stared into those red eyes. Good God, the need was blatant, and it called to him on a deep, primitive level. How could he fight himself and Takeo?
Takeo’s other hand landed on his chest, and Szin finally broke… a low moaned slipped from him.
“That’s it. There you go.” Takeo’s fingers grasped Szin’s nipples, tugging gently. “Let me give you what you need, babe.”
“Takeo,” Szin whispered, his fists clenched at his sides. Pleasure, hot and sharp, headed straight for his cock. Oh, he… needed. 
“Yah, imagine these clamped. Think of the ache. It’ll feel so good, keep you on the edge.” Takeo pinched a nipple and Szin moaned again. “Like that little bite of pain, huh? Knew you would.”
“Oh…” Szin shuddered as the little twinge of pain mixed in with the pleasure. He couldn’t tell where one started and the other stopped. Both feelings blurred into one. Could Takeo make him come with just words? God, his cock was so hard.
“Time to remove that shirt.” Takeo released Szin’s reddened nipples and stepped around to the back of Szin.
Szin whimpered, a broken little gasp of denial as Takeo’s fingers released his nipples.
“Shhh, I’m right here. I have you.” Takeo hands rested on Szin’s shoulders. Slowly he slipped the soft shirt off Szin, letting the material caress Szin’s body as it slid down his body.
He ran his hands under Szin’s arms, caressing his chest as one hand drifted down to Szin’s belt while the other held Szin’s throat. Tilting Szin’s head back, he tightened his hand on Szin’s throat so he’d know to rest his head on Takeo’s shoulder. Takeo nibbled at Szin’s neck, fighting the impulse to sink his fangs into the soft skin. Soon, soon he’d claim his mate, sink his fangs deep and taste his blood on his lips. But not yet. Quickly, he undid Szin’s belt and pushed the pants down Szin’s slim hips.
“Kick your shoes off, Szin.”
Szin moaned helplessly, unable to get his body to move, to respond… and unsure if he should.
Takeo rubbed his fangs against Szin’s neck as he dipped his hand in Szin’s pants. A hard cock greeted him and he wrapped his hand around it. “Do it.”
Szin gasped out loud, his feet moving on their own, kicking off his shoes. The hand that palmed his cock was warm and insistent. Oh. Oh God, he was going to…
“Takeo! Oh shit, I’m going to—” Szin’s head thrashed back and forth on Takeo’s shoulder.
Takeo squeezed the base of Szin’s cock, hard. “No, you’re not. Not yet, and not until I say.”
Szin’s hands clamped on to Takeo’s arms as he arched in Takeo’s arms, his orgasm held back. His body screamed with need, and panting, he slumped in Takeo’s arms. “Oh… Gawd. That’s just so wrong.”
Takeo snorted softly. He released Szin and started the water for the bath. The mood was broken, which was just as well. He wanted to push Szin, but also prove to his mate what was between them wasn’t a fluke. And he wanted Szin to get comfortable around him, even as he drove Szin crazy with desire. He stripped, noticing Szin’s eyes glued to him. Szin’s skin was flushed, and his cock was still half hard. But more than that, Szin wasn’t hiding from him. Nerves still trickled off him, but he was calmer, more comfortable in his own skin.
And that was almost more important to him than making love to Szin. He knew damn good and well until Szin learned to accept himself, he’d struggle to accept Takeo. He’d keep pushing Szin until he saw that he wasn’t interested in Szin’s abilities, but in the man himself.
Once the water was ready, he stepped in the oversized tub and held his hand out to Szin. He needed Szin to come to him.
 Szin bit his lip… then took Takeo’s hand.TBC