Fiery Devotion

Updating this.  I will admit I skipped story parts, and this is simply because some parts are irrelevant to this pairing.  Also because I'm lazy and this has been sitting on my comp for ages now.  Enjoy.  Also xxxx signifies change in PoV.  Starts in Kosuke's PoV.

It was night, and Kosuke snuck out of the tent to have some alone time.  He made sure to be further away from the camp before sprawling out on the grass behind one of the many trees.  Letting out a sigh, he began unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his flaccid length.  This time he wouldn't be disturbed, right?  Of course, he'd made sure Eos was asleep before leaving.

Today had been long and tiring.  He needed this alone time to unwind a bit.  Kosuke's eyes closed as he reached down to grasp himself firmly.  He started with a slow gentle rhythm like always, but quickened the pace sooner than usual.  Did he?  Looking down it was the same slow strokes, but for some reason they felt fast.  For some reason things were conflicting and the sensation was strange.  Soon enough those strokes weren't his own, and this alone was enough to shock him.  His voice came out on its own, much deeper than usual.  "This can feel much better if I do it."  he said, voice almost dripping with promise.  "I've watched you do this many times now.  I wanted to wait, but you know I'm here now.  Why wait any longer?"  he asked.  The hand had stopped as if awaiting permission.

The sudden horror and embarrassment left little room for response, so Pyroclasm took things into his own hands.  "It's fine.  No need to be embarrassed.  After losing that fight today, the least I can do is show you a good time." he chuckled.  It wasn't as if he was being outright refused, so he began moving the hand again.

xxxx

This was amazing, he wasn't going to lie.  Even if his previous masters had done this on many occasions, he was never allowed to feel it.  Being in control like this also left him with the ability to feel, and this was a whole new experience.  Pyroclasm stroked slowly, not wanting this to end too quickly.  "Try not to be too loud, alright?" he asked, not really expecting an answer.  After all, he was giving vocal control back to his master.  He wanted to hear his master's pleasured sounds as he continued to manipulate his body in the best of ways.

Giving himself a few quick strokes, he loved how Kosuke suddenly gasped at the sensation.  Even if it was his own hand doing this, it wasn't actually him.  This meant that the sensations could be so much better, as if someone else were doing it, because this was pretty much the case.  Pyroclasm had always dreamed of doing this to his master, each time he watched making him desire it that much more, like a drug.  He wanted to be the one to give Kosuke these feelings, he wanted to be the reason he cried out loudest.  He wanted to be the one Kosuke always came back to for more time and time again.  He blamed it on the century long rest he'd had, unable to find another worthy master until now, but somehow he knew it was more than that.

It seemed wrong for something this divine to indulge in the simple pleasures of the flesh, but Pyroclasm didn't care.  He had a will of his own, and for so long had suppressed his desires and longings.  Stopping the movement for a moment, he adored the sound of disappointment he received.  He sounded out of breath, hips thrusting up into nothing.  Pyroclasm was only controlling the arms now, and carefully removed the shirt.  This was so much better than watching from afar, he thought.  "W-why are you-nnngh ahhh!"  Kosuke's question was cut off by the hand that reached up to tweak a nipple.  "You're sensitive here?" Pyroclasm asked in that deep voice.  His back arched up into the touch, and Pyroclasm loved it.

The other hand went back down to tend to his dripping need.  Using the little beads of pre, he coated the organ and continued to stroke slowly.  A deep moan showed that his master clearly appreciated it, and he continued with his ministrations slowly.  He wanted to draw this out, make it feel so much better than anything before.

xxxx

Kosuke's mind was a complete mess.  He'd originally come out here for a little relief, yet here he was writhing in the grass.  That presence was controlling his arms, and it felt strange.  And as if that wasn't enough, it was also molesting him!  Granted, it feels amazing, but this wasn't the plan.  So this alternate personality had been watching him this entire time?  This was enough to unsettle him, the thought of never being alone.  It was like it knew things about him that he himself wasn't even aware of, like how sensitive his chest was.  He'd never even thought of touching himself there before.  And just the way he said it went straight to his groin.  The pace was maddening, that slick hand slowly moving along his length.  These were his hands, so there was no way he could just finish the job himself.

It was embarrassing how his voice just couldn't be held back.  Try as he might, each little moan somehow managed to escape him.  "Much better than going at it alone, right?" came that deep voice again.  How right it was, this was sooo much better.  "It's the lack of control that drives you higher, makes you more alert and susceptible to my touches."  That voice was going to be the end of him.  Kosuke couldn't help but whine in frustration.  This was taking too long, it was supposed to be a quick relief.

He let out a groan when the hands began handling him a bit rougher than before.  "You like it like this, right?"  it asked.  Kosuke nodded his head furiously.  The pinching was a bit harder now, occasionally pulling as well.  Each stroke was faster, fist a bit tighter as well.  That thumb dragged over the head at the end of each stroke, and it left him unsure of how to react.  His body was trying to react to everything at once, but it proved impossible to thrust his hips while arching into that touch.  "Close?  That's good, just a little bit more." the voice purred.  Even while Kosuke wanted to look away, he felt compelled to look at the hand currently stroking him.  This made him aware of just how close he was, just how much his body was shaking with need.  "Watch closely."  it murmured while speeding it up.  It could feel the length pulsing in his hand, and a moment later he came with a cry.

Just watching the hand bring him over made it that much more surreal.  The sensations were so intense that it left his mind blank for a few moments.  Nothing but all-consuming pleasure assaulted his nerves, and Pyroclasm watched closely as he released his essence, most of it splattering in the grass due to last-second aiming.  Kosuke was left panting for breath, unable to do much more at the moment.  "All of this is yours, and so much more.  All you need to do is ask, and I promise you will not be disappointed." the voice assured.

After catching his breath, Kosuke pulled himself back together and snuck back into the tent.  He let out a sigh of relief to see Eos still laying there, but was shocked when he spoke up.  "Enjoy yourself?"  he asked with a chuckle.  Kosuke's face couldn't have been redder.  "Wh-what?  I was just getting fresh air!"  he had been taken completely by surprise.  A hand made a dismissive wave.  "No need to be embarrassed, it's natural.  Now get some sleep, because by the sounds of it you must be exhausted."  Eos replied casually.  "If only I were younger..."

Kosuke was still mortified by this, and flopped down onto his sleeping bag facing away.  Had he really been that loud?  After a few minutes of thought, he finally fell asleep.  Pyroclasm was quite pleased with the results.  In fact, it had been better than he'd imagined.  Infinitely so.

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