“You want me to take you?” Azar teased, gently lifting the boy’s chin so that Shai was looking at him. “Take you where? Tell me,” he said gently, before leaning in to whisper seductively. “I’ll take you where ever you want to go. I’ll take you all the places you’ve dreamed of going, and some you never knew you needed to go, but once there, you’ll be begging to stay in that place forever.” He gently nibbled the human’s ear again. “I’m going to make love to you Shaidon, slowly and tenderly. I’m going to give you the best time of your life, so good that you could die in ecstasy right then, and not regret a thing.”<br/><br/>The naga leaned back then. Talk was nice, but Azar was a naga of action. Azar was also a lover, and prided himself on being just that, specifically.  Because there was a difference between the art of love and just fucking, and as much as Azar liked fucking, he preferred to make love. It was love he intended, pleasure and intimacy, safety and rapture and all thing wrapped up in whispers and screams, punctuated by moans.<br/><br/>Azar would not rush, but take each moment slowly, to savor it like taking a slow bite out of a peach, and letting all the flavors of the juice hit your tongue. Slowly, savoring, that was how all good things must be done in life. So although Azar did not hesitate to acquiesce to his current lover’s request to be taken, he was not too eager or hasty.<br/><br/>Instead, he covered every inch of the human’s naked form with kisses and kicks. Then, gently, he licked at Shaidon’s entrance, tasting there and teasing, before tongue gave way to fingers slicked in oil from a tin Azar kept in a pouch on his belt. One finger to tease, to make him moan, but slowly. Azar could be sadistic, but never gave pain where he meant to give pleasure, and enjoyed giving pleasure more than pain anyway. One finger, and then another, but only when his lover was ready.<br/><br/>Always the naga listened to the human for cues, stopping or slowing at the slightest wince or word, giving more or going faster only when the human wanted it. Then finally, the naga entered him, and began to move with him in rhythmic thrust of want, tail gently caressing and jerking off the human’s organ all the while, so that when Azar did come, they would come together.<br/><br/>They were too lost in their pleasure to notice the bed had been lost on Jamie’s part, for now it didn’t matter, for now, they were simply lovers.