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Persephone/Levi

[(Anonymous)]

Persephone shows a nervous and blushing Levi some tricks of the courtesan trade for how he might please his mistress.

Fill: Tricks of the Trade (1/1)

[(Anonymous)]

Persephone is sitting, prim and proper, on the edge of a beanbag lined with teeth. The ruffles from his dress are smooth and presentable; he holds a tea cup in one delicate hand, and he takes a small sip before setting it back on his saucer.

"It's, ah, all about creating an atmosphere," he says.

Across from him, Leviathan is bright red. He isn't quite looking at Persephone's face. "What kind of atmosphere?" he manages, with effort.

"It depends, ah, what she seems inclined to," says Persephone. He sets his tea aside and reaches over, casual, to begin undoing the buttons of Leviathan's shirt, white against the pastel pink of the fabric. "But above all, you must, ah, relax. You will perform better for her if you are not, ah, quite so nervous."

Leviathan sputters. "How? We're talking about me, and we're talking about Master, and what if – What if –?"

Persephone peels Leviathan's shirt away from his shoulders and guides it down over his arms. When it's free, he deposits it on the beanbag beside him. "What if…?"

In the silence that follows, Persephone begins unbuttoning Leviathan's pants.

"What if I disappoint her," Leviathan manages, all in a rush. The words are a higher pitch than they ought to be. His face is bright red.

"That's, ah, precisely why we're practicing," says Persephone.

Leviathan shifts a little, as Persephone eases the pants down over his hips. He doesn't quite manage to stay still as a graceful hand divests him of his underwear.

"You really think this'll help?" he manages.

"Certainly," says Perspehone. "You're, ah, less likely to be embarrassed during the situation if you have practice in advance, correct?"

"I know," says Leviathan. "I know that."

"Then let me, ah, show you a few pointers. She'll have a better time for the practice."

Leviathan's face is a brilliant red; he won't quite meet Persephone's eyes. He jerks a nod, quick and shaky, and Persephone shifts gracefully from his seat on the beanbag to the floor in front of him.

"Now," says Persephone. "It doesn't do to, ah, dive right in."

His fingers trail over Leviathan's sides; they leave tracks of heat up the outside of his thighs.

"If you intend to set a mood," says Persephone, "you must make her believe she is, ah, treasured. That you have nothing you would rather do than focus on her pleasure."

Persephone leans in to press a kiss to Leviathan's stomach just as he opens his mouth to speak, and whatever he'd planned on saying comes out as a squeak, instead.

One kiss becomes three, and then five, and then twenty, sprinkled across his abdomen and down his thighs. When Persephone pulls away again, Leviathan's eyes are fixed firmly on the floor; his cock is rock hard, the tip damp with precome.

"When she has shown you that she is, ah, ready," says Persephone, and trails a slender finger up the side of Leviathan's cock, "then you may begin in earnest."

Persephone leans forward, slow and deliberate. He parts his lips, and he takes Leviathan's erection into his mouth, one slow inch at a time, right up to the base. Then he ripples his tongue, a wet flutter that draws a groan from the boy above him, and only then does he begin to move in earnest.

He's as graceful in this as in everything he does: precise, and intent, and extremely thorough. His expertise shows in the soft gasps and whimpers that he draws from Leviathan's throat.

It does not take very long at all, before Leviathan groans, low and overwhelmed, and finishes down Persephone's throat.

Persephone eases himself back. He licks at his lips, and he reaches up, absently, to straighten his hair.

"Now," says Persephone. "When you're with a lady, you should be aware that once, ah, may not be enough to satisfy her."

He reaches out toward Leviathan again, hands gentle but sure.

"Wait," says Leviathan, and Perseephone pauses. "Before we go any further, shouldn't I practice what I've already learned?"

There are a long few seconds of silence. Persephone's eyes are calm, and piercing, and inscrutable.

"Yes," says Persephone at last. "I suppose you should."

And he reaches out to rest a hand in Leviathan's hair, to guide him forward.