Good Boy - Chapter One (NSFW)
Summary: Aoânung has watched Neteyam for years, wanting to give his Forest Boy everything heâs wanted. Neteyam doesnât know what he wants, but every time Aoânung whispers how much of a good boy he is, the void in his heart is filled and he is complete.
Warning: If you have read any of my other work, erase your If you have read any of my other work, erase your mind, this is just porn with a plot- or mainly, Neteyam slutting himself out to feel important, Aoânung does treasure him though and it is consensual of course. This is 100% bad coping! I will say this- I would say Minors DNI. I know you probably will anyways though đ¤Śđ˝ââď¸
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Good Boy - Chapter One
There was no denying Neteyamâs constant desire to be praised, he was a people pleaser at heart. Neteyam was sure his fatherâs goals were intended to keep him out of harm's way, perhaps that was why his father was so hard on him. Neteyam was rarely complimented when he did something correct, even at the ripe age of 21, most of the feedback he had received was what he could have done better. How come he made a mistake? How could he not keep his siblings on a short leash?
It was exhausting.
Neteyam was never good enough, and that thought usually sat with him. It forced him to try his best to excel at everything he did, he offered to help the Metkayina clan as much as he could. Occasionally, the older Naâviâs would compliment him and tell him how great he was. It was refreshing, but it never really filled that void.
Though, one morning he did come close to filling it.
âNeteyam, you work hard. Why?â Aoânung called out to him. Aoânungâs voice had deepened throughout the years. With that voice, came a large build with muscles that subtly flexed with each movement. Aoânung was taller than Tonowari now, it always took Neteyam by surprise to see just how big Aoânung was.
âBecause, I need to earn my place in this reef.â Neteyam responded almost instantly, the thought was ingrained in him. Neteyam needed to be useful. Neteyam moved to cast out nets to start their early morning catch.
âI donât think thatâs what it is. You have been here for 6 years now, you are part of our clan regardless.â Aoânung spoke while leaning against one of the poles, he had just been watching Neteyam the entire time. Crystal blue eyes trailing from the back of Neteyamâs neck down towards his bouncing baby tail.
âIf you are not going to listen to me, why do you even bother asking me? I have been here for 6 years, our siblings are promised to one-another, and yet, you have hardly changed.â Neteyam spoke with a huff, tossing his head back to look at Aoânung. Neteyam was a bit taken aback by what he saw, Aoânungâs eyes were locked on him but he wasnât staring at his face. Those eyes were everywhere but where they should have been.
âDo you know what I think?â Aoânung started to speak, his voice dropping lower as a smirk overtook his lips. Neteyam couldnât help but feel nervous underneath those eyes, âW-what do you think?â Neteyam hated how his voice seemed to crack as his nervousness overtook him.
âI think you spent the last 6 years working harder than anyone else because youâre trying to prove yourself,â Aoânung took a pause in his words, gauging his reaction to see if he was right. Neteyamâs ears flattened, Aoânung realized he had hit a sensitive spot. âYou run around in that cute little waist belt, trying your absolute hardest, but no one ever sees that. Youâre up early, and the last one in bed. Youâre always responsible for your brotherâs mistakes, and it drives you crazy, because no one even says thank you.â Aonung really hit home with his words. Neteyam took a deep breath and straightened himself up, turning to face him.
Neteyam had flushed cheeks, he felt anxious underneath the others gaze and played with his necklace a bit to calm himself down before he spoke, âYou noticed though..â Neteyam spoke quietly; it dawned to him that Aoânung must have been watching him. âI have noticed.â Aoânung reaffirmed, he was laidback against the wooden post, his large arms folded across his stomach.
There was a silence between the two as Neteyam gathered his thoughts and took everything in about Aoânung, despite being leaned back there was something alluring about Aoânung. It was drawing Neteyam in, it was a confidence he didnât have in himself, something he could only describe as dominance.
âIs that allâŚ? I have other matters to attend,â Neteyam felt like he would squirm if Aoânung stared any longer, he needed to go. He needed to be far away to cool his thoughts. Neteyam tried to rush away, walking past Aoânung. Whatever this was- it was weird, Neteyam felt his heart racing.
âI did not say you could leave,â Aoânung spoke just as Neteyam stepped past him, Neteyam stopped midstep, as if something was forcing him back. âCome here, forest boy.â Aoânung hadnât yelled at him, he hardly changed tones, but Neteyam felt a need to comply. Neteyam turned around, trying to hide the flush building on his cheeks.
âAoânung.. I really must be going if there is nothing left.â Neteyam couldnât look him in the eyes, he felt a large hand tug on his wrist and suddenly his back was pushed against the wooden pole Aoânung had just been leaning on. âClearly, I am not done,â Aoânung spoke low, the Metkayina boy managed to send shivers down Neteyamâs spine.
âI see how hard you work.. I know you want to be worshiped and praised even, I want to give that to you.â Aoânung had grasped both of Neteyamâs wrists with one hand and placed them over his head, keeping a gentle but firm hold. Aoânungâs leg pressed firmly between Neteyamâs legs, as if locking Neteyam in place.
Neteyam was at a loss for words, he allowed himself to be placed in such a compromising position. He was a warrior, yet he allowed himself to be pinned to this pole, a firm thigh pressed in between his own. Aoânung spoke to him and the words sounded so sweet, it sounded like a promise, a dream to him. Neteyam wanted to be worshiped, he wanted to be told how good he was doing. Neteyamâs breathing seemed to slow down as he locked eyes with Aoânung for what seemed like an eternity.
âLet me treat you like the good boy that you are, I know you want that..â Aoânung practically purred into his ear, he leaned close to his ear, his hair tickling Neteyamâs shoulder. It seemed to ease Neteyam as the words settled. Neteyam wanted to be a good boy, he hadnât realized how much this desire was there until Aoânung was promising it to him.
âAoânung.. Do you mean that?â Neteyam finally spoke, he couldnât believe he had been this desperate, his arms ached but he didnât dare move them. Neteyam needed to know this wasnât some sick joke, Neteyam glanced around making sure they were alone. It was so early, many were still in bed.
âI mean every word.. I want to make you mine, Iâll praise you and give you everything youâve ever wanted. Iâve watched you for a while, I know how hard you work, I admire that about you.â Aoânung held sincerity in his voice as he spoke, pressing a chaste kiss to Neteyamâs ear. Neteyam practically whimpered from the kiss, or perhaps it was the words and idea of being useful to Aoânung.
âBeautiful.. I always knew your whimpers would sound like a gift from Eywa herself..â Aoânungâs thigh pressed further up in between the darker Naâviâs thighs, a low heat brewing behind Neteyamâs loincloth as he was held in such a vulnerable position. But Aoânung was whispering compliments into his ear, telling him how perfect he was, Aoânung hardly touched him but Neteyamâs whole body was on fire.
Golden eyes were dazed with an unknown lust brewing as he was pressed against the pole. âAoânung.. Please.. People are starting to awake..â Neteyamâs voice was hushed, as if he didnât want to be let go; rather, he needed to be let go. Aoânungâs lips trailed from the ear he had been whispering compliments in, downwards to Neteyamâs neck, planting soft kisses that left patches of heat everywhere those lips touched.
âJust a little more.. I have pictured this moment for years..â Aoânungâs free hand was exploring Neteyamâs petite body, rough hands on Neteyamâs back and down to cup his ass, a firm squeeze left Neteyam squirming underneath the hot touches all over. Aoânung was feeling him up and doing whatever he wanted, but Neteyam didnât feel bad about it. In fact, he had never felt more at peace than he did now. There was no other thought in the world besides Aoânung and his strong hands, those hands were worshiping every curve of his body like a piece of art.
Neteyam couldnât even hold back the small whimpers, he did manage to bite back the moans that threatened to escape when Aoânung teased a particularly sensitive spot. Neteyam looked at Aoânung with a want that he had never felt before, the two locked eyes for a moment before Aoânung had overtook his lips, planting a passionate kiss to Neteyamâs lips that left him breathless. The hand on his wrists dropped and Neteyam was being hoisted up by Aoânungâs strong arms. Instinctively, Neteyamâs legs wrapped around his waist as passion overtook them. Neteyamâs freed hands laced in Aoânungâs curls as their tongues wrestled.
People were starting to awaken and it was Aoânung who reluctantly pulled away from the steamy kiss, it was clear it took everything from the Water Naâvi to pull away. Neteyam was flushed, panting with his mouth hung open as he tried to catch his breath. âFuck⌠You are perfect..I want to be the only one to ever see this..â Aoânung referred to how dazed Neteyam had looked, slightly swollen lips and faintly marked wrists from where he had held his wrists. Aonung slowly dropped Neteyamâs legs back on the ground, mesmerized by how those thighs fit so well in his hands.
âFix your face, beautiful. Iâll see you this evening.â Aoânung cupped Neteyamâs face briefly, admiring his face and had a smug look on his face, âThatâs a good boy..â Aoânung practically purred, leaning in as if to kiss him but then pulling away when he realized someone was going to approach the dock soon.
Aoânung left.
Neteyam was standing there entirely baffled, his cheeks tinted, his body felt high and sensitive, even his knees wanted to give out on him. Neteyam could still feel those rough hands all over him even though they were gone. Neteyam tried to brush the memory out of his brain but Aoânung whispering he was a good boy and groaning while kissing him- wasnât something Neteyam could easily forget.
It was the closest he had ever felt to being completed.
The whole day dragged on for Neteyam, he could constantly feel Aoânungâs eyes on him whenever they were close. But Neteyam didnât hate it. In fact, he felt like he had a purpose, he wanted to show off for Aoânung; whether that meant working just a bit harder than everyone else or bending down a little further when Aoânung was particularly close. Neteyam wasnât sure what unlocked in him, but he wanted Aoânung constantly looking at him.
Aoânung would be mid sentence, and Neteyam could hear Aoânung trail off as his train of thought left. Neteyam never realized he had that much power of Aoânung, had Aoânung always been like this?
By nightfall, Neteyam had found himself in trouble again, âI am sorry sir.. I should have been there to stop Loâak from hunting beyond the reef.â Neteyam apologized stoically, he waited to be dismissed and instantly rushed out of the Marui, down to the beach to clear his mind. âIâll never understand..â Neteyam muttered to himself, laying on the sand to get a good view of the sky.
âNever understand what?â Aoânung asked as he moved to lay next to Neteyam, who was pretty stunned to see Aoânung. âI just got in trouble again.. Thatâs all.â Neteyam explained with a huff, Aoânung nodded as if to say âI figuredâ.
âDonât let it get to you.. Whenever youâre with me, all you need to do is focus on me. Iâll give you everything you want, my perfect forest boy.â Aoânung grasped his hand and gently moved it to his lips, planting a soft kiss on his hand and suddenly Neteyam felt like a masterpiece again. Neteyam could only give a gentle nod as he shifted to lay on his side to face Aoânung.
âYou think Iâm perfect..?â Neteyam asked skeptically, Aoânung shifted to his side so they could get a good look at one another. âIâve thought you were perfect for years, it bothers me that you donât know your worth.â Aoânung admitted, his hand reaching over and pulling Neteyam against him. There was a rising heat between the two of them, Neteyam lifted his leg and hooked it around Aoânung as if to lock him him place.
Neteyam felt butterflies all over his body, and a strong urge to please Aoânung. He wanted Aoânung to tell him how perfect he was. âWill you show me..?â Neteyam clearly took Aoânung back by surprise. âShow you what..?â Aoânung asked as his hand had found its way at Neteyamâs slim waist again.
âShow me my worth, please.. Iâll be good for you.. Just show me..â Neteyamâs words were soft, desperate, unconfident and pleading at the same time. Aoânung trailed his free hand tracing up Neteyamâs side and finally landing on his face, cupping his chin and pulling him for a kiss.
This kiss wasnât as hungry and rushed as the first one this morning, but it certainly took Neteyamâs breath away as Aoânung took control and rolled them over.
Aoânung was on top of him, Neteyam spread his legs to allow Aoânung comfortably in between them, his hand pressing down gently on his stomach as Aoânung pulled away from the kiss, biting Neteyamâs lip as he did. âEarlier today⌠You knew I was watching you.. Is that why you kept teasing me? Bending over and looking so needy. You wanted me to show you just what you do to me..â Aoânung whispered against Neteyamâs lips.
Neteyam was breathless, but he nodded nonetheless, âI.. I wanted to be your good boy..â Neteyamâs chest heaved as his arms wrapped around Aoânungâs neck, pulling him down as his thighs moved to wrap around the larger man. âDid you not like it..?â Neteyam was showing a side Aoânung never got to see, Neteyam was full of hesitation yet spoke so boldly, Neteyam wanted to be praised in a different way.
âI loved it.. keep doing it.â Aoânungâs lips had picked up where they had left off this morning, planting hot and steamy kisses down his neck, at the crook of Neteyamâs neck Aoânung sank his fangs in gently and sucked. Only pulling away when Neteyam had a small hickey. Neteyam was panting and mewling just from the light kissing. Aoânung couldnât wait to see what heâd do next.
Aoânung trailed his tongue down Neteyamâs chest, stopping to bite and suckle on his nipples, âAh- Aoânung.. Please.. they are sensitive..â Neteyam whined, but Aoânung rolled his hips into his and Neteyam practically saw stars. Aoânungâs large cock brushed against him through their loincloth. Despite it being covered, Neteyam could feel the difference in size and just how sensitive he really was from the heat building in between his legs.
The distraction left Aoânung with plenty of time to nip and play with the buds on Neteyamâs chest. He pulled away to admire his handiwork, Neteyamâs chest was swollen. Neteyam was shivering in pleasure already, âSuch a good boy.. Look at how your body reacts to me..â Aoânung purred, his hand pressing against Neteyamâs clothed erection and tracing over it gently, leaving Neteyam in whimpers. Neteyam didnât know if this was just too much or if he wanted more of this slow torture.
âDonât worry, this is what you do to me-â Aoânung guided Neteyamâs hand to his cock, Aoânung looked smug as Neteyam seemed to process just how big he was. âDonât be nervous.. Iâd be right about here inside you,â Aonung pushed gently against the otherâs stomach, right above his belly button. Aonung emphasized just how deep he would have been in Neteyam. âIâm not a monster. Iâll take my time with you, my pretty boy.â
Neteyam was dazed but nodding as Aoânung promised to take his time- it did help that Aoânung called him pretty. Neteyam thought they were done, but Aoânung had other plans, âJust because Iâm not going to put it in you, doesnât mean this is over.â
Aonung lifted and pulled the cloth covering up Neteyam, leaving Neteyam sprawled out completely naked. Neteyam instantly moved to close his legs and cover himself up from being seen. It was embarrassing to be underneath Aoânung like this. W
Yet, Aoânung wasnât having that.
He pushed Neteyamâs thighs wide open, âDonât cover yourself, let me admire all of you..â Aoânung trailed kisses, from his calves up to his thighs, he bit softly into them, sucking and leaving large hickies in the places only he would see.
âAoânung.. PleaseâŚâ Neteyam didnât know what he was begging for, he wanted more but at the same time he was nervous about being on display like this.
Aoânung could only smirk, âDonât worry, just focus on feeling good, Iâll take care of the rest.â Aoânungâs words made Neteyam shiver, he hadnât known what to expect but next thing he knew Aoânungâs lips had pressed to the tip of his cock, sending a pleasured jolt through Neteyamâs body. Aoânung noting the reaction, teasingly trailed his tongue up his length, tracing lightly over the veins. Neteyam was already panting from the faintest touches.
âThatâs a good boy.. I want you to cum for me and look pretty while you do it.â Aoânung spoke a final sentence before suddenly Neteyamâs length was swallowed by the water Naâvi. Neteyam had never felt this kind of pleasure before, the wet heat caused him to arch his back, desperate to calm the growing heat down he tried to close his legs again.
Aoânung sucked and rubbed his tongue on the sensitive underside of Neteyamâs cock, his hands firmly pressing Neteyamâs thighs down in the sand so he couldnât move. Neteyam was a mess underneath him, his chest heaving and fingers desperately gripping on the sand as moans fell from his lips.
Neteyam whined when Aoânung suddenly stopped giving his cock attention, his length was dripping in precum but next thing he knew Aoânungâs tongue was trailing down to his ass, his tongue circling the rim of his entrance.
Neteyamâs eyes widen, âAoânungââ he was cut off by a loud moan, Aoânungâs tongue had slipped inside, tasting him as if he was a well-prepped desert. Neteyam had never felt anything like this before, he couldnât move away because Aoânungâs strong hands held him in place.
Aoânung took his time slurping and thrusting his tongue inside of Neteyam, he bit softly on Neteyamâs entrance, causing Neteyam to see stars. Aoânung held him in place, taking his sweet time as he ate him out. Once Aoânung had wrapped his hand around his length and jerked him at the same rhythm his tongue had been thrusting. Neteyam absolutely lost it, unable to hold himself back he had cum all over himself with no warning.
His thighs shaking, his mind blurry as his stomach had been covered in his own semen. Aoânung let out a sound of approval, giving one more nip to his entrance as he pulled away, âMy perfect boy.. You did so well.â Aoânung complimented. Neteyam was a panting mess, cheeks red, mouth covered in drool as he looked up at Aoânung in a fucked-out daze. Aoânungâs compliments made him feel so good, he felt like he was treasured by Aoânung, it was a feeling he had been desperate for.
Aoânung locked eyes with Neteyam, he kissed up his stomach, his tongue darting out to lick up Neteyamâs cum, cleaning up his forest boy. Once the mess was cleaned, Aoânung planted a heated kiss on his lips. Neteyam tiredly returned in, wanting to give Aoânung some sort of release, he reached his hand for Aoânungâs loincloth to rub his erection through the fabric. Aoânung let out a low groan into the kiss and Neteyam wanted more of it. âTeyam.. That is enough for tonight, you need some rest, there will be plenty of time for us to play together.â Aoânung promised.
Neteyam flushed at the thought of them doing this again, he wondered when- would he get the chance to pleasure Aoânung? His mind wandered as Aoânung dressed him back up and took care of him as if he valued him.
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