“Do what you have to,” Bound added, nodding agreement. “Just be fuckin’ careful with my balls. I know you’ve never handled male equipment before, but that’s kinda a delicate area, you know?”
Lexi didn’t know, but she was glad that both the big Kindred didn’t mind letting her handle them intimately. Though she wasn’t quite sure how she felt about it herself. Bound was right—she hadn’t ever touched a male shaft before—with the exception of the night before when she’d been rubbing against the two of them while she was washing them. But that hardly counted, as she hadn’t used her hands, she told herself—though her cheeks got hot at the memory.
Deciding to do Gaze first, she poured a little of the oil into the palm of her hand and reached for him.
The Light Twin’s shaft was already half hard and the moment she touched him, it stirred and got harder still. Slowly, Lexi stroked the long, firm length with the golden oil, feeling his shaft get even harder as she caressed it. The skin was soft, she thought to herself—as soft as the petals of flowers or hs’thnk velvet. But the flesh underneath was hot and hard and it seemed to throb in her hand.
Beneath the long, hard shaft was a sac which seemed to contain two round balls. Lexi poured a little more oil in the palm of her hand and then, mindful of what Bound had said about this being a “delicate area,” she cupped them carefully in her hand and massaged the oil in tenderly, using a light touch so as not to injure this sensitive part of the big Kindred’s anatomy.
Lexi was so intent on her exploration of the Light Twin’s body that she was surprised when Gaze gave a low, choked exclamation. She looked up at him at once, afraid that she had hurt him. The expression on his face was one of intense pleasure, verging almost into pain. His pale blue eyes were closed to slits and his teeth were bared, showing his fangs.
“Gaze?” she asked uncertainly, still lightly cupping his balls.
“Mistress, please—no more,” he begged in low, hoarse voice. “No more lest I shame myself.”
“He means he’s gonna come if you keep playin’ with him like that,” Bound informed her.
“Come? You mean…orgasm?” Lexi was rather intrigued by this prospect. She had heard of how males shot cream from the tips of their shafts, but it was something she’d never actually seen.
“Exactly,” Gaze gritted out. “Your soft hands on me just feel too good, Mistress. If you want me to come for you, I will, but I’m afraid there will be a mess to clean up afterwards,” he added.
“Plus, it’s my turn to get oiled,” Bound pointed out. “As hot as it is to watch you with Gaze, we’ve gotta get to the party and we can’t go until you oil me up too, Angel. I mean, Mistress,” he corrected himself hastily.
“Oh, of course. I’m sorry, Gaze.” Lexi reluctantly stopped stroking the Light Twin’s shaft and balls, though she had been quite enjoying it.
“It’s all right, Mistress. I’m here to serve you any way I can.” Gaze looked a bit less distressed now, though his voice was still hoarse and his shaft was still extremely hard. Lexi wondered what happened to males if they weren’t allowed to have a sexual release? Did it bother them after a while? And how long could they stay hard and at attention the way Gaze was now?
As a matter of fact, Bound was at attention too and throbbingly hard when she poured the oil in her palm and took him in hand.
“Gods, Mistress,” he growled softly, as Lexi began smoothing the oil up and down his thick length. “Your little hands on me feel so fuckin’ good. Do my balls at the same time, okay?”
“All right.” Lexi poured more oil in her palm and then set down the bottle to do as he asked. Taking the long thick shaft in one hand and the heavy sac in her other, she began to stroke the oil up and down his length while she massaged him below.
He was slightly thicker at the base than Gaze, she thought as she stroked, starting at the bottom and going all the way up to the plum-shaped head with its flaring crown. But then again, the Light Twin was possibly just a little longer. She wondered if she could get them together so she could get a better comparison—purely for the sake of curiosity, of course.
On the tip of the broad head was a drop of pearly white—what was that, she wondered? Did it have anything to do with the cream males supposedly released when they orgasmed?
As she stroked and wondered, Bound simply seemed to be enjoying her touch. He threw back his head and groaned, his big hands fisting at his sides as though he was holding himself back.