Enigma Nocturne

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Part Fifteen.


Jore’s left arm slid under and around Amgine’s neck and shoulders to hold onto him solidly, and more intimately. Amgine’s breathing sped up as he felt Jore’s other hand slide from the blonde’s left shoulder down his arm, his side, and Jore spread his fingers like a fan to rest on Amgine’s clothed hip. Amgine’s arms lay helplessly on the mattress in front of him, unable and unwilling to move as Jore allowed a moment of still silence to pass. Then Amgine blushed even more and his eyes shut tight as Jore’s left hand slid agonizingly slow across the pale skin of his lower abdomen, as the brunette’s right hand lightly caressed Amgine’s collarbone and tender neck.

“Amgine, how do you feel?” Jore asked, surprised at his own voice’s steady tone.
“I… I feel… wonderful, Jore,” Amgine answered breathily. He smiled shyly at Jore’s kind gesture; the older boy was making sure that the younger wasn’t uncomfortable with what he was doing, and that things weren’t going too fast. Amgine blushed even more and trembled a little as Jore’s left hand brushed lightly against the fabric over his groin.

“Can I do… this?” Jore whispered sensually as his hand gently squeezed Amgine through the fabric of his boxers.
“Yes!” Amgine gasped loudly, then bit his lip as a sense of shame tugged at his mind.

“Amgine…” Jore whispered the name lovingly as he moved his head down slightly to kiss at the younger boy’s neck. Amgine’s sense of shame instantly faded away, and the blonde whimpered in pleasure as warmth spread through his body from the soft sensations.

Jore held him closer and couldn’t hold back a soft moan as their bodies were pressed even harder together. Jore’s mind was filled with heat, love, anticipation… and hunger. He had never felt like this before, so perfectly in sync with someone… It was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He found himself wanting more, a lot more, and his mind was softly overshadowed by a palpable need to have more of this feeling. Jore moved his hand up Amgine’s abdomen, and then right back down and slipped his hand under Amgine’s boxers, taking hold of him gently.

Amgine cried out in surprise as bolts of pleasure coursed through him. No one had ever touched him like this… so gently. He gasped and gripped the sheets beneath him weakly as Jore’s fingers moved up and down slowly, caressing him, and began kissing his neck repeatedly. Amgine let out various squeaks and gasps of pleasure, the feeling of Jore’s powerful hand on him, and the kisses from the brunette’s gorgeous lips making his entire body burn wonderfully and his mind race like an electrical storm. Jore smiled at the effect he was causing, and continued his actions, speeding up slightly and pressing himself even closer to the blonde, who trembled as he felt Jore’s own arousal pressing against his backside through a measly two layers of fabric. Amgine swallowed and began panting softly as Jore continued accelerating his hand’s movements, but the blonde distanced his mind slightly (a skill which he had forced himself to master earlier in his adolescence) as he thought about the situation. What was going to happen? Jore was so close to him, and Amgine could very much feel the older boy’s… excitement. Was Jore going to keep touching him like this, keep bringing him closer to release and then let him experience bliss by his hand? Amgine bluntly admitted to himself that he would really, really like that. But what if Jore wanted… more? What if he wanted something that Amgine wasn’t yet willing to give?

These worries were fleeting, as Amgine decided that without doubt, Jore was trustworthy, kind, wonderful, and beautiful… and they understood one another perfectly. Amgine decided that these moments should be cherished fully. He quickly brought himself back to reality and moaned loudly as he felt Jore’s powerful hand anew. It was gripping him just right, and moving up and down rapidly. Amgine opened his mouth to tell Jore that he was close, but then suddenly Jore’s hand’s movements slowed considerably. Amgine shuddered and squirmed in anticipation. “J-Jore, more, please,” he breathed and he heard the brunette chuckle softly in his ear.

At that moment, Amgine’s mind seemed to freeze. The way Jore had sounded, and just the fact that denying Amgine’s request for more had amused the older boy, confused and frightened Amgine on a deep, dark level. The blonde suddenly felt slightly colder, and an old, familiar darkness tugged at his mind.

Jore, noticing Amgine’s sudden lack of movement and sound, squeezed the younger boy’s arousal and ran his thumb over its tip. Amgine was suddenly slammed back to reality by the wave of desire Jore’s actions sent through him, and the blonde cried out in frustration. “Jore, wha-what are you do— ah!” Amgine’s words were cut off as he gasped when Jore began to pump him faster than ever before. The older boy’s hand was moving so fast and hard on him that it almost hurt Amgine, but in seconds he was overcome by it, and he gasped Jore’s name as his hips bucked and waves of bliss crashed over him.


Jore was breathing heavily into Amgine’s ear, and they were a mess of heat and moisture in the aftermath. Amgine couldn’t move a muscle, and Jore planted soft kisses on the blonde’s neck as his breathing slowed to normal and they both calmed down.

“Jore… I…” Amgine began softly, but he couldn’t make the words come out right; he was still very embarrassed, even after what had just occurred.

“It’s alright,” Jore whispered in the small boy’s ear, and rubbed his shoulder softly, and Amgine was again very aware of Jore’s own arousal pressing against him. He shivered and vaguely wondered what was going to happen to relieve that stress, and blushed. Amgine’s mind wandered back the events that had just occurred, and a bit of worry lingered on what Jore had done when Amgine had been so close to finishing. Jore had teased him—there was no other word he could think of for it—and it hadn’t been the most pleasant experience. True, in the end when Amgine had gasped Jore’s name and promptly gotten the inside of his boxers very messy, it had been the best moment of his life. He sighed and smiled and didn’t worry any more. Amgine was content.

However, Jore’s contentment was temporary. He had just done something more thrilling than he could’ve imagined, but it left him with a jumble of feelings that he didn’t want to sort through. He had felt euphoric at the start of things… but then he had felt strange, like something else was taking a hold of him. Like something wasn’t quite right. He had given Amgine a lot of pleasure, but while doing so he had felt consecutive senses of excitement, arousal, desire, hunger, greed, and… that darkness. He had teased Amgine… and he was unpleasantly aware that what he had done was wrong. Jore knew that he loved Amgine, and he didn’t know why he had manipulated the younger boy like he did. He didn’t feel right about it… and he was worried about himself. And about Amgine. Was the blonde unsatisfied? Hurt? Jore suddenly got up and leaned on his elbow, and then gently urged Amgine to turn over so that the blonde was looking sideways and up at him.

Jore searched the younger boy’s mismatched eyes and spoke softly. “Amgine… did I… do anything wrong?”
Amgine’s face looked worried and then shocked at the question, and then he smiled warmly. “No, not at all, you… you were…” he said, then closed his eyes reverently, “…You were amazing…T-thank y--”
Jore leaned down in an instant and pressed his lips against Amgine’s in a passionate kiss.
“Please, don’t thank me, just do one thing for me, okay?” Jore asked softly after he ended the kiss, and grinned, his dark eyes sparkling.

Amgine blushed at the obvious, yet probably unintended, sexual innuendo in that request, and smiled. “What?”
“Say that you love me,” Jore said, very softly, his eyes never leaving Amgine’s.
Amgine’s expression changed to one of awe, and he said with complete truth, “I love you, Jore.”
Jore lowered himself down beside Amgine, and the two of them faced each other, holding the same expression on their faces until Jore wrapped Amgine up in a strong embrace. “Amgine… I love you. I truly love you…” he said, squeezing the younger boy tightly. Amgine returned the hug whole-heartedly and his heart filled with joy.

As Jore held onto Amgine’s small form, he felt so pure. After all of the worry, awkwardness, anticipation, and finally the messy end, he felt utterly cleansed. He loved Amgine. To Jore, Amgine by definition was love. Jore was convinced that there was no other way to describe it. He wanted to give his heart and everything he was to the blonde, and in turn he could be the guardian of the younger boy’s heart. He wanted everything, wanted to be filled up by the feeling, wanted to always have the warmth of Amgine in his arms like this.

But presently, there was a slight distraction in the physical world. Jore blushed as he realized that while the hug lasted, he was rubbing his clothed arousal against Amgine’s thigh. He bit his lip and couldn’t help a slight buck of his hips to cause more friction.

Amgine gasped quietly as he clearly felt Jore’s hardness and the way the brunette twitched against him. He blushed even deeper than Jore, and wondered what he should do. Was Jore asking him for something? Or did the brunette even know what he was doing?
Amgine guessed that the answer to the latter question was no, when Jore bucked against him again and a soft moan of desperation escaped the older boy’s lips.

“J-Jore,” Amgine began, then gasped once more as Jore twitched with pleasure at the sound of Amgine saying his name. Amgine smiled and then giggled a little despite the increasingly awkward situation. Jore snapped out of his blind, desperate movements as he heard Amgine’s light tone, and blushed deeply as he forced himself to move away a little.

“Uh… s-sorry,” Jore mumbled, and glanced guiltily into Amgine’s laughing eyes.
“You don’t have to apologize,” Amgine said shyly. “I… uh, um… I…” he then began, wanting to say more but thinking about his words at the last second, and choosing not to say them. But Jore caught his hesitation.

“…What is it?” the older boy asked and smiled through his blush, starting to regain the upper hand as he began to grill Amgine for his unspoken words.
“N-nothing... it’s… uh, nothing,” Amgine lied and looked away from Jore shyly.
“Come on, you can tell me…” Jore said with a sly tone as he moved closer to Amgine once more, and then bucked his hips against the blonde again, playfully.
“Nnhh!” Amgine moaned as he bit his lower lip and shivered slightly, his eyes suddenly closed tight.
Jore looked surprised at the effect his blunt contact had on the younger boy, and so he did it again, a little harder.
“Aa--ahh,” Amgine gasped helplessly, and Jore grinned mischievously.

“You… like it, when I do that…?” Jore whispered sensually, and Amgine blushed in embarrassment before nodding. Jore shut his eyes and closed the little distance left between himself and Amgine, and moved up just a little so that his and the younger boy’s hips were forced together, causing the blonde to gasp again. Jore smiled and hissed through his teeth softly as he felt Amgine’s growing erection straining against the fabric of the blonde’s boxers, so close to his own arousal in the same predicament. Amgine bit his lip to hold back a moan at the feeling of sharing such incredibly intimate contact with Jore. The younger boy felt like the situation was almost too intense as it was, so when Jore reached a hand between them and swiftly pulled down each pair of boxers, Amgine cried out in desire as flesh met flesh. Jore bucked against him, and fireworks of pleasure exploded in Amgine’s head. He felt pleasure like he had never experienced before. Jore moaned as he heard Amgine’s exclamation, and he nearly laughed that such an intense feeling could be created by such sexually primitive means. It was almost primal, but it turned him on so much, and clearly Amgine was enjoying it. Jore shifted slightly and bucked again, and this time both of their hardening members rubbed directly against one another, and both boys moaned loudly.

Jore was on fire. He couldn’t think of anything but the raw feeling and adrenaline of being with Amgine like this, and having that amazing, burning heat increase between them. He moved against the younger boy and hissed in pleasure at every soft whimper he elicited from the blonde. He moved one of his hands to hold onto Amgine’s shoulder, and while propping himself up with his other hand he rolled the blonde over onto his back. Amgine squeaked softly between gasps and desperate panting, as Jore kept himself balanced on his hands and grinded their arousals together with new force. Amgine whimpered loudly, and Jore couldn’t control himself any more. He bent down and attacked Amgine’s mouth with a searing kiss, and the younger boy moaned into it. Jore’s tongue sunk deep into Amgine’s mouth, and his lips pressed down so hard that Amgine was a little scared that he might get bruised. The blonde’s hands moved up and held onto Jore’s shoulders timidly. Jore responded not-so-gently; he lessened the intenseness of the kiss, opting to instead use his teeth playfully, but roughly, on Amgine’s lips. Amgine gasped, his grip on Jore’s shoulders tightening. Jore’s ruthless teeth then began to move downward, leaving red marks on Amgine’s jawline. Amgine squeaked, feeling the sharp little attacks on his skin.

“…Ow, ahh.. J-jore...” he whimpered, trying to get the older boy to ease up a little. But Jore hardly heard him. He was blind with need, empowered by the place of dominance he had gained, and Amgine was just too beautifully weak and soft beneath him. Jore’s hot breathing was rapid against Amgine’s neck, and his teeth bit around the blonde’s pale neck, hard enough to leave marks.
“…Ow! Ah, Jore, you..y-you’re hurting…” Amgine whispered weakly, and pushed a little at Jore’s shoulders.

But what happened next chilled Amgine to the core. Jore did ease up a little, and when he did their eyes locked. And Amgine saw something in Jore’s eyes that paralyzed him.

Something was terribly wrong.

Jore gazed into Amgine’s eyes, his thoughts racing. Part of him saw Amgine realistically: scared, hurt, unsure. But another, newer, darker part of Jore saw Amgine’s fearful expression as perfect… and Jore wanted more of it. Way back in his mind, the rational part of him cried out to him that what he wanted wasn’t right. That he should stop. That he loved Amgine.

But in this moment Jore was deaf and blind to reason, and a cold darkness had claimed his thoughts. He wanted to see Amgine’s expression of slight fear grow to one of horror. He wanted to see the pain on that angelic face. He wanted to break that innocence… and he wanted to have Amgine writhing beneath him before the end.

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