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Treebark scraped against Violet’s forearms and crumbled from the force of being shoved bodily against the tree. He’d barely gotten a chance to view his assailant, only glimpsing silver and black before he had been made to turn with his arms maneuvered roughly, pinned. Violet grunted as he recoiled from where his head had knocked against the trunk of the tree, pain blossoming from the crown of his head when he turned to glance as best he could over his shoulder.
“You’re far from Perland. What business do you think you have here?” A gruff voice came, paired by a hand patting down Violet’s sides none too gently before moving down to his thighs.
Violet would’ve reeled back if he could’ve, squirming against the tree as he balked in more than just shocked recognition, “I could ask you the same!” The raider hissed in regard to the location of the other’s roaming hand, affronted when it moved from the back of his leg and up beneath his cloak to where two spare knives were tightly sheathed at his lower back. “Do you make a habit of this, citylord, or am I just that tempting?” Violet said in a rakish manner, through gritted teeth as he felt himself being disarmed.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Violet Harrison.” Furious sounded unamused as he gripped the gem-laden hilts of the daggers and cast them to the ground one by one, followed by the trusty sword at Violet’s hip. “And yes, I do, when I find stray dogs skulking about my borders, armed to the teeth.” The citylord said coldly, turning Violet around and keeping him at arm’s length, hand ready at his hip to draw his hunting blade. “I suggest you comply.”
“There’s no need for this treatment. Unhand me, if you’d like an explanation.” Violet offered, arching his brows as what he hoped was a convincing smile tugged at his lips. “I’ve information you may find worthwhile.”
Furious narrowed his eyes, cool and calculating as he searched Violet’s face and eventually dropped his hand to take a step back. Making a show of brushing down his clothes and straightening his flashy collar, Violet crossed his arms over his chest and gave Furious a flat stare.
“The goblins are amassing between our borders. I slew an entire band of them camped closely to our most outlying orchards. I’ve been tracking them, and on my own time and coin, too.” Checking his nails, Violet added with a huff, “Lilias isn’t even paying me.”
The citylord’s face softened somewhat at that, yet still remained remarkably stonelike. This didn’t escape Violet’s attention, and he inclined his head towards the other with a look of inquiry and continued. “So, you’ve noticed it, too. Is that what brings you so far outside your city walls?”
Furious raised his chin and crossed his arms over his chest to look down the bridge of his nose at the other. “You are intelligent, then. Yes, I lost an entire patrol between here and your damned city, and all evidence suggests goblin treachery.”
Violet scoffed. “I don’t have to flatter myself if you’re going to be obliged to do it for me, Furious.”
The dangerous look in Furious’s eyes was as icy as their shade, and Violet diverted his own gaze briefly. “I could help you, if in return you agree to no more savagery.” Violet cut his eyes up at the other, glinting impishly as he couldn’t resist but tug at the other’s remarkably short-tempered strings. “Or wandering hands.” He added, punctuating it with a flip of his bangs as he combed away bits of tree bark.
The way Furious’s posture stiffened and he glanced down at Violet’s discarded weapons extruded a sudden awkwardness that Violet found amusing. The citylord cleared his throat, gesturing with a nod to the blades strewn and resting peacefully amongst the forest underbrush.
“I will temporarily allow it, but then I will escort you back to where you belong. Far away from Aakhen.” Furious watched the other with the intensity of a guard dog as Violet stooped down to grab his weapons and resheathe them. The pair were quiet for an uncomfortable moment as Violet felt the weight of the other’s vigilance.
“Personally?” Violet feigned endearment with the suggestion, fingers splayed over his chest. “I suppose so, lest rumors be spread of our illicit rendezvous -”
The words were barely out before Furious promptly shut him down, the voice dying on Violet’s quick tongue.
“Be quiet, and take the lead. I don’t want foxish scum like you at my back.” Furious’s voice was devoid of humor as always.
Ignoring the ample opportunity for entendre that Furious had provided him, Violet decided that he would take pity on the ill-tempered man and brushed by him with a fleeting grin. Really, it was too easy to pursue, though Violet had to admit that the hint of an annoyed flush upon the otherwise placid man’s face was a bit appealing.
They combed through the chilly forest for what seemed like days, following a trail of crude, goblin weapons. They had been discarded, or disarmed. It was impossible to tell what had occurred, and both Violet and Furious had cogs turning in their mind as they tried to comprehend what the odd, fleeting clues could amount to.
“Wait.” Violet said, half-drawing his sword.
Furious had his hands on his crossbow, brow knitted sternly.
Violet attempted not to linger on how handsome the expression was, and turned back to look at the clearing before them.
Goblin bodies were strewn across the ground, like the remnants of a massacre. The two approached carefully, coming around to the scene in a circle and checking their backs as they did so.
“Look.” Furious said, pulling a dagger free from a would-be corpse, that rasped its last breath and went limp. The blade made a sickeningly wet sound of slipping from flesh, and Violet came closer to scrutinize it.
“They must’ve killed each other.” Violet replied, ghosting his fingers across the length of improperly smelted steel. It was a goblin dagger, clearly. Looking to the darkening sky, a deep orange melting into dusk purple, he let out a sigh.
“They’re all like this.” Furious said, making Violet wince when he dropped the dagger back down with enough force to impale itself upon the now-dead goblin once more. Violet shuddered at how quickly Furious turned and stepped away, perusing the splay of corpses with a fierce, yet untouched expression. Like a cold, cold stone. How long has he been like this…?
“I’m… going to go and set up a camp. We’re too far from Perland, and I don’t fancy being kept up walking until dawn by the likes of you.” Violet said as politely as he could, his amethyst eyes still trained upon the other, watching each movement and errant expression. Furious wasn’t - could never be - fascinating, and yet Violet’s attention was longingly held. Clinging onto every detail, Violet waited for Furious to come to a pause, and tilt his chin up patronizingly to stare at Violet.
“Two-hundred paces to the south, we passed a large tree. We will camp there.” Furious declared, quite definitively and giving Violet no room or reason to protest.
A huff died on Violet’s tongue before it made itself apparent, as he rolled his eyes and turned with a hand on the hilt of his sword. He wished he could plunge it through Furious, just for being so damned annoying - barking out orders. Does he know who I am? Violet thought. “Come when you’re done, if you must.” Violet added snarkily, while secretly hoping that the other man would not abandon him. Sleeping in this forest alone was… questionable. Ending up like one of those goblin corpses was too unfashionable an end for someone like Violet Harrison.
Violet departed without a further word between the two, and counted his paces as he found the tree that Furious had spoken of. It was, obnoxiously, a very, very good place to set up a camp. Taking out an apple and plopping down, Violet began to gather the wood and tinder for a fire.
In the midst of sliding a cooked apple off the tip of his sword, the snapping of twigs and crinkling underbrush had Violet fumbling with the apple, letting it fall forgotten onto the forest floor as he stood and readied his weapon.
“Heel, dog.” The familiarly unkind voice of the citylord came, as Furious emerged from the darkness and jumped over a massive, gnarled root and landed a foot or so away from the small campfire that Violet had begun preparing.
Violet pursed his lips at the insult but sheathed his weapon nonetheless. “Anything?” He asked, watching as Furious removed his heavy cloak and laid it down before the fire, before dropping to sit with his arms slung over his spread knees, fingers splayed out to soak up the warmth of the flames.
“Nothing, for now. If you need to rest, I would do it quickly.” Furious responded.
Violet squinted at the other, curious. “You don’t intend to?” He said, taking his place by the fire once more and looking around for his fallen supper.
The first hint of a smile that Violet had seen curled at Furious’s mouth, mocking as he looked to the other. “I don’t require it. Such is the discipline of an Aakhen soldier.” The taunting hum in the citylord’s voice made Violet’s blood momentarily boil, as he retrieved his apple and carefully brushed away the dirt from its glossy red exterior.
“Empty words, I’m sure, old man.” Violet quipped back, redirecting his offense and taking a proud-looking bite of his apple to punctuate. His eyes went a bit wide as he swallowed painfully around the too-hot bite of his freshly-cooked apple, tears nearly welling in his eyes.
A deep, low laughter rumbled from Furious, who reached for his belt where a sturdy flask hung. He held it out to Violet, still chuckling until the sound died out into a rare smile that was somehow kinder than the last.
Distracted momentarily from the burning pain as it descended down his throat and into his stomach, Violet looked to Furious, a bit stunned by the citylord’s shift in demeanor, as well as his own pointed embarrassment. He quickly regained his composure, accepting the flask and tossing it back for a deep drink of whatever it contained. He couldn’t have known its content from the flask itself being bound with leather, but the far more soothing burn of alcohol chased away the discomfort but left Violet reeling from the strength of it.
“What -” Violet started, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and glancing at the flask incredulously, “ - what in the hell is this, wyvern’s piss?” He rasped as he handed the offensive drink back to Furious, who took a long, impressive swig of the stuff himself.
“Ha, typical. This is what we drink in Aakhen to keep warm.” Furious replied, the superiority in his voice making Violet want to roll his eyes as he coughed. “I hope for both our sakes that you can hold your liquor.” The older man finished.
Violet let out a small huff of annoyance, rising to his feet and coming a few inches closer to the other man and holding out his hand. “Of course I can, give that here.”
Furious complied, watching as Violet took a more reasonably sized sip of from the flask and shoved it back against the other’s chest. He paired the drink with another bite of his apple, now cooled just enough to be tolerable. The taste of cinnamon from the drink paired well with the taste of soft, cooked apple, and Violet chewed appreciatively. He already felt warm from it, almost forgetting about the other’s presence until a long stretch of silence had passed.
Feeling eyes on him, he glanced to the side. Once more, Furious seemed to be studying him. From a lack of anything better to do, Violet reached into his sidepack and pulled out a fresh apple, offering it to the other. The older man quietly accepted it, turning it in his hands as if not knowing what to do with it.
“Certainly an Aakhen soldier has to eat, yes?” Violet pressed, before leaning over to grab the fruit. “Here, it’s better this way.” Drawing his sword and taking note of how Furious watched him warily, Violet laughed softly and pierced the apple with his sword. He held it over the fire, glancing at the other in between bites and taking care to turn it slowly in the flames.
Furious stared into the fire, and Violet blamed the alcohol for the way his own eyes began to linger on the other’s features. The citylord of Aakhen seemed as snowy and harsh as the city itself, yet blazing in the intensity with which he held himself as the warmth played along his pale features and the darkness of his clothing. The perpetual furrow in his brow gave Furious a commanding grace that paired well with the domineering gravel of his voice.
Although clearly not Violet’s preferred type, the raider would’ve dared to say that Furious was attractive - perhaps, if he were less sober than he was. He understood now what made Cerise such a comely creature, though Violet had always respectfully withheld his flirtations with her, assuming that Pavel had already staked his claim. What a good friend Violet was.
His mind wandered to thinking of what kind of woman Cerise’s mother must’ve been, to find the softness in Furious. Actually, he wondered if there had been any softness in it at all, and what kind of man Furious was, after all. Certainly, he could never be the romantic sort, like Violet himself was.
Is he even any good in bed? Those brutish, clumsy hands must be good for more than just an oversized crossbow, perhaps holding down -
Suddenly, Furious’s hand came out and wrapped around Violet’s wrist. The younger man desperately tried to unthink his last thought as he snapped out of his inappropriate ruminating, and followed Furious’s eyes to where his sword was being guided out of the licking flames.
“It was falling.” Furious said, sliding the apple carefully into his gloved palm and rapidly transferring it to a stone to cool. The sound of an unsheathing dagger was followed by the apple being sliced cleanly in half, the two sides falling open to reveal the steaming, fragrant middle. The older man was surprisingly deft about it all, leaving Violet frustrated for misjudging the other’s agility and fretting over his sudden fixation.
“Ah.” Violet clicked his tongue, heart still hammering in his chest as he found his attention focused raptly upon the apple for no reason in particular other than avoiding any further eye contact with the other.
This was most definitely the alcohol.
But damn it, he wasn’t even tipsy. He had only the faintest tingle in his fingertips, and a warmth in his belly that made him want more. Of the drink , he clarified to himself mentally. Not of… wandering hands, or strong grips, or an impossibly deep voice that could easily command respect, among other things.
Furious took one slice of the apple, and began to eat in silence. He washed the first bite down with his drink the way Violet had, one brow arching as if surprised by the pleasant taste. The flask was resealed and laid out between them, a small gesture of peace on Furious’s part as he watched Violet reach for it tentatively.
Furious nodded once, and turned his attention back to the fire as if transfixed.
What a peculiar man , thought Violet as he took a long swig.
“I assume you’re only behaving because of our shared interest.” Asserting more so than asking, Furious continued to watch the flames. Of course, he was talking about the goblins. Yet, in his current state Violet couldn’t help but tease the man. Something in him was burning to see how far he could take this, as shameless as it might’ve been. Tomorrow was another day, and Violet had more than enough to report properly to Lilias, and ensure that something could be done to properly secure Perland’s outskirts.
“Shared interests, hm?” Violet pressed with a newfound boldness, his expression dark and vulpine. “And I suppose if I weren’t behaving, and you didn’t share my interests, you’d have to truss me up and throw me in the dungeons for a proper disciplining?”
That seemed to elicit a response from the older man. Both brows went high before settling back into an unreadable expression as he tried several times to clear his throat. Setting his partially consumed apple back down against the stone, Furious pressed his lips into a thin line and closed his eyes. “Are you always like this?” The question came slowly, stiltedly over-articulated and followed by a rather large gulp from his flask, nearly draining it.
Violet’s index finger pressed to the corner of his mouth as he cut his gaze to the side in a look of false contemplation. “Frighteningly well-behaved?” He offered, rubbing his knuckle over his lips. This was a dangerous game he was playing, but Violet had started to make his mind up about what it was he wanted. Or, rather, his body had made his mind up for him, along with how handsomely he was making Furious squirm with mouth alone.
“Foolish,” Furious started, swiping his remaining half of an apple and devouring it all in one go, “and wanton.”
The words should’ve had an adverse effect on Violet, though for some reason they made his growing arousal spike dangerously. He hadn’t yet been turned down. Men were not his forte, but alas, the other’s callous demeanor urged him forward. Violet felt confident that he could handle whatever it was that Furious would be prompted to oblige him with, be it the blade at his hip or whatever he had stashed away between his legs.
Placing a hand on Furious’s shoulder and pushing lightly to turn him, Violet drew closer until he was on his knees, straddling one of the older man’s strong thighs. “Would you like to find out?” He said, voice barely more than a whisper. Furious stared him down in the way he did, a look Violet was growing accustomed to being on the receiving end of. So judging and superior, those icy eyes narrowed at Violet. There was something more than affront in the cautious flicker of his eyes, uncertainty and, if what Violet hoped for was true, lust .
“You really can’t hold your liquor, can you.” Furious murmured, shifting and allowing Violet to climb atop his lap. “And it seems you can’t behave, regardless. Maybe I should tie you up.” He threatened low, hands skating up Violet’s thighs and and moving back to squeeze his ass. “Maybe… I should do it right now, and discipline you myself." Furious dipped his head down, yanking Violet’s collar down on one side and sinking his teeth into his neck just long enough to force a shocked gasp out of the other. He pulled back staring hard at Violet as if to gauge his response.
Violet could neither believe what was happening, nor the filth coming from the usually stoic man’s mouth. He was suddenly a bit intimidated by what he may be getting himself into, riling Furious up like this and practically begging on his knees to take as much as the other was willing to dish out. However, the bite at his neck had him virtually melting in the older man’s arms.
“Would you like that, Violet Harrison? For me to use you like a whore until you’ve learned your place?” Furious suddenly lifted and spread his knees, just enough to make Violet fall and catch himself once more with his fingers splaying over the other’s broad chest.
Breath leaving him shakily, Violet was all too suddenly dizzy with want. His body was on fire already, almost from words alone. “And where is that, citylord?” Violet managed to taunt, though it seemed more like he was succumbing to his new role as Furious’s plaything. It was embarrassing, and exhilarating.
“Beneath me.” Furious responded, all authority and dominance the likes of which Violet had neither experienced, nor submitted to. Out of pride alone, Violet would be hard-pressed to admit that he was loving every moment of it. Furious resituated his cloak to lay behind them. Having no time to appreciate the gesture, Violet braced himself for what he knew was coming.
Strong hands gathered Violet up and dumped him back against the cloak, the younger man’s fingers instinctively curling in the material until they were pulled up and pinned above his head. Immediately, Furious began his hungry descent along Violet’s jaw, tugging with his free hand at the other’s collar to loosen it as he left bruises blossoming down the length of his neck.
“So, there really is a flame burning beneath that cold exterior of yours. You must've been wanting me.” Violet let his head fall back against the cloak, allowing his eyelids to close as the occasional gasp escaped from him when Furious bit down, or squeezed around his wrists in a way almost painful. “And to believe I was beginning to think you were just an old bore.”
Furious grunted, none too appreciative of the comment and using his free hand to fumble with the fastenings of Violet’s pants. Violet cracked one eye open, straining against the hand that trapped his wrists. “C-careful with those. They’re expensive.” He hissed out, surprised when Furious released him. Violet let out a small breathy laugh and began to undo the belts and buttons at his chest, working his way down to his pants. Furious busied himself with capturing Violet’s lips, which surprised the younger man. How charmingly old-fashioned, Violet thought, deciding to allow it as he kissed back with fervor.
“O-oh -” Violet whispered against Furious’s rough lips, jumping when a calloused hand snaked down the back of his loosened pants and squeezed around a handful of his ass. He supposed he shouldn’t have been so shocked, with how much he was begging to be fucked. Oh, how Violet hoped the man’s cock was as imposingly impressive as the rest of him, and with one hand Violet reached down to palm between Furious’s thighs.
Oh my.
Violet’s eyes went wide as a shiver went down his spine and straight to his groin, his hole clenching with a jolt of panicked arousal, right against one of the rough fingers teasing his entrance as the older man kneaded his ass. Tongue feeling suddenly heavy in his mouth, Violet felt himself begin to salivate at the generous erection he was familiarizing himself with.
“Thought I was bluffing, Violet?” Furious pulled back and quickly read Violet’s expression, shooting back the slightest hint of a cocky smile. “I’m going to punish you.”
“Starting with my mouth, I hope.” Violet cleverly returned, moving to a place where he could properly follow through on his words. He clung to Furious’s thighs, and immediately began to peel back the layers of the other’s armor. Violet’s mouth was wet with the need to pleasure the man in front of him. He was compelled to try and impress Furious, for reasons he did not know.
Perhaps, it was because the citylord was so infuriatingly attractive, and his cock so infuriatingly large. Rather, maybe it was the coldness with which the Citylord of Aakhen had always looked down upon him with, contrasting with the heat of blood pooling in Furious's cock when Violet gripped it. Regardless, Violet took the length in his mouth, beginning to suck at the head with his tongue swirling. The scent of it only encouraged him, taking it deeper and deeper until his face was buried in coarse curls of silver hair.
“Hah. Good boy. You’re learning some manners already.” Furious said, tangling his fingers in Violet’s bangs to get a good look at the face of the gorgeous man currently sucking his cock. Furious couldn't help but let himself twitch against the other’s tongue, enjoying the way he blew him so skillfully, and greedily. It was enrapturing. Violet was so lovely, and to see that silver tongue taking to something other than smart remarks made a warmth gather in Furious’s stomach as he looked on.
“Save the insults for when you're not about to have me mounted like an armored steed.” Violet laughed, pulling back and taking note of the displeased look in the other’s eyes as he climbed upon Furious’s lap, and was surprised by how quickly he was turned over and placed upon his hands and knees. Violet panted and looked over his shoulder, both fearing and dying for what would happen next to go ahead and happen.
“We ride our beasts hard in Aakhen. Want me to show you?” Furious whispered promisingly, hot breath ghosting in the shell of Violet’s ear.
“Don’t throw your back out, old man.” Violet retorted, feeling somewhere between breathless and needy, and entirely less confident than he wished to seem.
“I promise, you will be the one to break.” Furious growled into Violet’s ear when he gripped a handful of soft hair, and dragged the younger man’s head back until his neck strained. Violet let out a shamefully loud gasp at that, heart pounding and smart tongue failing him as that long cock pressed into him deep, stretching him wider than he thought he could ever take.
“Ha, ah -” Violet tried again, only to devolve into moans. Furious’s savagery was as impressive as the girth of his cock, and Violet found his embarrassment and pride waning in the wake of craving more of that brutal treatment, and how shamefully hot it made his body feel all over. Wanting more, Violet pressed back to meet each thrust. He was almost sad when Furious detangled his fingers from his hair, but the feeling didn’t last when he felt those same calloused palms planting themselves at the curve of his waist and dragging his hips back. “M-more, ooh…” Violet abandoned himself and buried his face into the cloak beneath him, toes and fingers curling once more.
Furious fucked him brutally. The promise to break Violet seemed less and less outlandish the harder he went, skin slapping on skin and the sound of the older man grunting out his enjoyment making Violet’s mind go blank. It was hard to mask his shouts of strained pleasure, even around the flesh of his forearm. Still, Violet attempted.
A hand came to his shoulder and Violet whimpered when Furious’s cock slid free from him, the thick head of it eliciting a whimper from the younger man when it left Violet’s already abused and dripping hole. “What… don’t stop -” Violet was cut off by his own surprised yelp when Furious turned him over and spread his knees, then pushed back inside quickly and roughly. It was enough to force him back into a state of ceaselessly moaning out, the pace picking back up until a hand covered Violet’s mouth.
“Your screams could wake the dead,” Furious said quietly, eyes cutting to the side before lowering to focus on Violet and his hand going down lower, resting at the base of the other’s throat. He didn’t squeeze yet, but the gesture was enough to make Violet’s already bleary eyes go wide. However, he didn’t protest against the older man, his mouth hanging open as he stared up at the other man with small, barely held-back sounds passing his lips.
“You -” Furious began in between grunts, “ - you’d like that wouldn’t you, Violet Harrison? For everyone from Aakhen to Perland to hear me making you mine.” The fingers around Violet’s neck squeezed, sending a shiver down his spine. “To find out what a whorish, needy thing you are.”
Furious was devastatingly handsome and terrifying now as he loomed over Violet, body broad and ferociously drilling the younger man down into the ground. His chest heaved with exertion and his mouth hung open similarly, breath ghosting against the other’s face. Violet’s cock pulsed as his eyes closed, the words that should’ve been insulting only fueling his extreme arousal like coal to a raging fire. He was burning against the older man’s front as he was thrust into, taking Furious in deep, wonderfully-aimed strokes that had his insides dragging like a wet vice around his cock every time he pulled out.
“And you?” Violet managed out, his voice a breaking whisper as he pressed against the older man’s tightening grip. “The citylord of - ah! - Aakhen pounding away at a Perland slut…” Violet cringed when Furious’s fingers clamped down harder, but continued nonetheless, “...fucking him into the forest floor like a brute. Shameless.” Biting his lip, Violet’s eyes clamped shut as he tried to imagine what it would be like to be found like this. How horrifyingly arousing , he thought, and more shameful for him than for me.
All at once the rough fingers left Violet’s throat as Furious ducked down and replaced them with his teeth, biting down into the milky-soft flesh where the younger man’s shoulder met his neck. Simultaneously crying out in shock and gasping for air, Violet couldn’t help but throw his arms around the other’s wide shoulders and scramble to find purchase. He was hoisted up by Furious lifting his ass, Violet finding himself with his legs forced wide and his body pulling tight around the cock burying deep inside him, down to the older man’s tightening balls.
Violet could barely care about the way his shouts filled the otherwise still air of the night. His hole throbbed against the telltale feeling of the other’s impending orgasm. Furious was grinding into him after each slide of his cock, groaning out as he abused the other’s prostate with the slow, punctuating roll of his hips. The pulsing of Violet’s body around him had Furious drawing close, unaware of how he was pushing the younger man over the edge with the assault.
“I’ll mark you, and then I’ll fill you up.” He grunted out his promise, closing his mouth around Violet’s neck and scraping his teeth against his flesh. The younger man’s taste was addicting, and even Furious himself was astonished at the depths of the lustiness Violet had managed to make him succumb to.
Furious bit down harder. This was punishment for Violet’s prodding temptation. Maybe next time, Violet would think twice before testing the citylord of Aakhen’s self-control.
A next time would be… ill-advised, Furious thought, channelling his frustration into each jolt of his hips and his nearing orgasm, as he thought of Violet climbing into his lap for a second time.
The concept was more alluring than Furious had hoped.
“M-more, please. I’m - I’m so close.” Violet begged, the friction of his cock between their bodies coaxing his orgasm out before he could even begin to finish his sentence. He began to come, making a mess of both of their fronts as he buried his face and one hand in Furious’s silver hair and cried out. “Please, keep going -” Violet bit out, sounding pathetically, intoxicatingly needy.
“Insatiable slut.” Furious growled, while the sound of Violet moaning his ear off tested the hair’s breadth thread of restraint that was keeping Furious from emptying himself as deeply as he could manage inside Violet’s quivering ass.
One last loud moan, and Violet’s body fell limp in the older man’s arms. Furious pulled him close to his chest, now taking his pleasure enthusiastically as his cock began to pulse with the waves of orgasm starting to wrack his body. Violet’s hole tightened around him, making it near impossible for Furious to continue his savage thrusting from how taut the younger man’s searing insides had pulled around the orgasming cock.
“Furious, oh, yes - oh, that’s -” Violet didn’t even think twice about how fondly he purred out the other’s name, as he relished in the feeling of the older man’s cock twitching and spilling inside him, filling him to the brim. Maybe he really was a whore, basking more in the feeling of hot cum painting his insides than he was in his own afterglow.
Perhaps it was the excitement of bringing such a powerful, stubborn, and stone-cold man to such lengths of debauched ecstasy. He’d so cleverly ensnared the ruthless Aakhen citylord with his beauty - though he hadn’t known that Furious would have such a dirty mouth on him.
Violet wanted more of it.
Wedging his arms between their chests, Violet put just enough space between them that he could see Furious’s face twisting as he finished with a few final, hard thrusts. Brows furrowed harshly and face red, Violet thought breathlessly that Furious looked surprisingly cute when he came . Violet found his own cheeks growing hotter when Furious opened his eyes, and suddenly pushed their mouths together as if to keep the younger man quiet.
“Mmf - !” Stunned momentarily, it took Violet only a moment to recover before he was kissing Furious back. It was a short but hungry kiss, and as Violet pressed into Furious bodily, he felt a bit of the older man’s cum spill out from around his half-hard cock that was still sheathed deep inside him. Part of Violet hoped that Furious would never pull out, so he could feel that unbelievably hot, throbbing cock for as long as he possibly could. However, Violet doubted that Furious would allow it, and was proven right when the other’s chapped lips left him and he was shoved back against the cloak strewn beneath them.
“Get what you wanted, Violet?” Furious said with renewed coldness, though a prideful smirk graced his lips as he pulled his length free from Violet’s body. A surprisingly large amount of cum dripped down the curve of his ass as Violet squirmed at the loss, hole trembling and twitching at the sudden raw emptiness he felt. Furious clicked his tongue in slight annoyance when it pooled on his cloak, knowing the stains would be dubious at best, and incriminating at worst.
Violet wouldn’t allow Furious to leave him so quickly, not after his newly-found discovery of what a fantastically, mind-numbing fuck the other had turned out to be. Violet pulled off his trousers from where they hung around the top of his one remaining boot - which they’d never bothered to remove in their hasty fumbling - and forced Furious to come close with a yank by the strap of his collar.
“Consider me broken, Sir.” Violet hummed, eyes narrowed as he maneuvered himself on top of Furious, who held his chin high and looked at Violet with a lusty fire licking at the never-failing icy blue of his irises. His hands remained still at his sides, though his fingers itched to grab at the thighs that were climbing atop him. When Violet straddled him and settled in his lap, Furious had to hold back a shudder at how quickly his silent wish to have Violet again was being fulfilled.
“Do you really think I’m a slut?” Violet whispered next to Furious’s ear. Deft hands began to unfasten the older man’s armor, eager to disrobe him fully.
“Yes.” Furious murmured.
“Do you enjoy making me your slut?” Violet quickly retorted, dragging his hands down the older man’s burning chest, and feeling his heart begin to pound.
Furious swallowed thickly, before responding with another low and honest, “Yes.”
Pleased, Violet reached down and wrapped a hand around the other’s wet, heavy, and hardening cock, dragging the thick foreskin back to thumb at the head.
Damning his self-control, Furious gathered Violet up in his arms and pulled him until his back could rest against the trunk of the massive tree, and Violet was sitting on his cock as the older man began to rut between the other’s asscheeks, cock stiffening.
Violet rocked himself over Furious’s front, still leaking with cum that helped to aid in the slide of the other’s erection in the curve of his ass.
He would never admit it, but Furious was desperate to fuck Violet again. This Perland raider was so unashamedly in want of him, and Furious, as a proud soldier of Aakhen - and citylord, as well - was quite conflicted about finding himself so inclined to give it. It was confounding, and attractive. Like a lodestone, Furious found himself drawn and tempted, bucking his hips up against Violet, and wanting to kiss his soft, well-attended lips once more. Narcissists rarely impressed him, but Violet seemed to stray from that particular category, and seemed far more to be a well-spoken - yet undisputedly conceited - man who just happened to be quite aware of how good he looked in a mirror, and how eloquently he could craft a sentence.
On top of that, Furious was becoming quite aware of how concerningly weak he was becoming for Violet, and quite aware of how much Violet was noticing that particular trait as well. The other looked at him with a hazy smirk that made Furious’s cheeks darken as he considered how to best reprimand the other. He decided upon grabbing his cock and pressing back into Violet’s ass, enjoying how easily it slid in almost as much as he enjoyed the look of exhilaration on Violet’s face as he seated himself properly inside the other.
“Can’t get enough, can you, Citylord?” Violet teased with a gasp, before clamping his mouth shut and closing his eyes to hold back a loud moan as the cock inside him struck his already thoroughly used prostate.
“I’ll make sure to give you more than you can take, if it shuts you up.” Furious murmured. Violet held back a shudder. It felt wonderful to be treated so roughly, yet reassuring from how Furious took the time to stroke his hip, and kiss Violet’s neck in between thrusting into the other without restraint.The man seemed to be easily fired up, and in need of an outlet.
Right now, Violet was his outlet, and in the way the older man’s lips were worshipping his jawline, more than an outlet. Terrifying as it was, Violet captured the other’s lips and didn’t bother to care as they fell to the side, still going at it as well as they could manage. Calloused fingers pulled Violet closer by his waist, and the other’s cock continued to pound into him, hard and fast.
“I’m not sure if you can handle that.” Violet’s thighs spread as he threatened, coyly and emptily, but he couldn’t help but let out the sounds that Furious’s treatment was pushing out roll over his lips.
As if to punish him, Furious slowed his thrusts. Violet let out a whimper, needing more, and harder. Refusing to comply, Furious tortured him with more long, slow, shallow thrusts. It was unbearable to Violet, who rocked himself back against the other’s cock.
“Now you’re just being cruel.” Violet complained, trying to work Furious’s cock inside him as best he could, needing more than he was currently getting. The persistence somehow managed to convince Furious to relent, and return to his previous state of taking Violet properly, and unrelentingly. His cock was slick from his previous orgasm, pressing out more of his own cum with every thrust. It only made it easier to continue fucking Violet with vigor.
In the heat of the moment Furious reached over to sweep back Violet’s bangs, running a thumb across Violet’s temple as the older man contemplated the other’s loveliness. Violet hadn’t expected it, but it made his brows furrow and his face flush. Neither said anything, but the moment hung in the air and made Violet’s chest pull tight. He hadn’t expected Furious to be so damned charming.
Nor had he expected him to be so handsome up-close.
Violet pressed himself back against Furious, determined to get as much out of this as he could manage. He’d return to Perland and perform his duties, and maybe remember, heatedly, this liaison with the exquisitely hard-headed Aakhen citylord. And he’d try not to miss it.
“At least you’re - ah - a pretty slut,” Furious bit off, sweat beading from his forehead as he bucked his hips up, snapping them hard enough to be jolting Violet as he tried to meet each thrust, “for a Perlander, of course.”
A contemptuous huff and click of the tongue had fingers tangling in Violet’s hair, eliciting a shocked moan as Furious pulled the younger man’s head back, gently, Furious’s other hand tightening over the Violet’s hips.
“How did I know you’d say that?” Violet said, one eye cracked and breath labored as he strove to keep his pace.
“Because as annoyingly talkative as you are, you somehow muster an intelligence.” Furious grunted.
“Are you flirting with me?” Violet preened, a terrible smile still dragging at his lips.
Furious did not dignify a response, simply rolling Violet onto his back and sliding his cock back in harshly. The heedless, lusty moans didn’t stop until the morning broke, and pale dawn greeted their sweating, used bodies as they fell to their respective sides laboriously.
Chest rising and falling, Furious took a moment to breathe before he began to dress himself.
Lazy like a cat and cringing from the newfound pain, Violet turned to his side, naked and lazing against Furious’s thick cloak. “Looks like you kept me up all night, regardless.” He teased, eyes still following the other older man.
“I suppose we all make mistakes.” Furious said after a long moment of contemplation. The soft look in his eyes as he glanced at Violet contrasted his words harshly as Furious pulled on his boots.
Violet was astonishingly quiet for a while as he began to dress himself, snickering as he stepped away from the other’s soiled cloak. Furious looked at it with a grimace, yet latched it into place around his shoulders regardless.
When his clothes were mostly in place, Violet fumbled with the laces and belts as he drew close to the other and pressed their lips together. Furious, stunned but relenting, allowed it, even walking Violet back against the rough bark of the large tree. Hungrily, he kissed the younger man back, fingers itching to tear through his clothes like teeth through flesh, and take him once more. Yet, somehow he brought his urges to heel, and pulled back, leaving Violet breathless and smiling.
“Perhaps we can make a mistake together again, Citylord.” Violet offered, as Furious stepped back and turned, walking away.
“Go back to Perland, Violet Harrison. You got what you wanted.” Furious murmured, setting back towards Aakhen and glancing over his shoulder to see a laughing Violet turning on his heel and departing for Perland.
Furious basked in the glow that was Violet for only a moment, and chuckled lightly to himself.