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Ever since Eiden had fallen into the world of Klein, he had found himself with the exceedingly good luck of having many, many attractive men drawn to him through the power of his essence.
He noticed their physical attributes first, of course. It was only natural! You couldn't be sure whether there would be a personality clash based on appearances alone, but you could definitely look at someone, do a double take at their perfect body and fall very, very deep in lust with them. Aster's impish grin and sharp eyes, Morvay's pliant and strong body, Yakumo's anxious smile and sweet face, the peek of bare skin and Olivine's navel and the strain of his shirt across his chest, Quincy's towering height and strong arms, the beauty mark beneath Kuya's eye and his tempting smirk, Garu's fluffy ears and tail and lithe body, Blade's stunning pale eyes and sharp teeth, and Dante's flowing hair and elegant tattoos. All of those things had caught his eye the moment he'd first laid eyes on each of the members of his clan, followed quickly by the spark and burn of their essences reacting to one another that told him he'd found another member of their group.
That was good all by itself (of course it was, all of them were sonice to look at; nothing respectful about the way he stared when he first met them all) but as he'd spent time with each of them, he'd realised that it wasn't just physical lust that he felt for them all. He was fond of them too, and as time passed he was pretty certain that he'd be able to say he really loved all of them. Despite their bickering, Aster and Morvay deeply cared for one another and deeply cared for Eiden, and he would be lost without their guidance. Yakumo was so kind and nurturing, and went out of his way to help the others in any way he could. Olivine had effectively been locked into a life he hadn't asked for, but very little could make his cheerful mood falter. Quincy preferred to be alone, but he often assisted Eiden without complaint and showed Topper so much fondness with the little things he did for the fluffy little animal. Kuya enjoyed causing mischief, but his curiosity at otherworldly things and the fact that he'd stuck around at all made Eiden wholly believe that there was more to him than what showed on the surface. Garu was perfectly loving, pure and innocent, and wanted so desperately not to be alone. Blade cherished Eiden like a precious treasure, and put Eiden's every need and want well above his own. And Dante… well, he was a fast learner… and Eiden would definitely never tell him that he admired his resolve and his strength of character, because he'd never hear the end of it if he did.
And then there was Edmond, whose bed Eiden just happened to be sprawled across right now. Edmond's charm lay in his loyalty and his determination, as well as the way that Eiden could make that determination crumble and make him as malleable as clay with a few simple touches.
That, and his thighs and ass. Eiden really, really loved those strong thighs and that soft, plump ass.
"Stop… teasing," Edmond managed to get out through gritted teeth. He was lying on his side, free of his uniform and with his hair flowing free over his shoulders. His cock was flushed pale pink and was straining against his belly, and his white-knuckled fists clenched uselessly at his sheets. One long, flexible leg was thrown elegantly over Eiden's back, and both legs were quivering with scarcely restrained need as Eiden kissed, bit, sucked and licked at the flesh of his thighs and ass.
"I didn't expect the Vice Captain of the Knights to be so impolite when asking for something," Eiden smirked. He quickly went back to focusing all of his attention on a particular spot on the inside of Edmond's leg. It was very close to where thigh met body, a little patch of skin that was an even paler colour than that of the skin surrounding it. A birthmark? A scar? Eiden would have to ask the other man when his mouth wasn't so preoccupied. At the moment, he was determined to turn that spot from white to a lovely shade of red and purple.
Edmond let out a shuddering sigh as Eiden dragged his teeth over his flesh and then soothed the slight burn with wet licks of his tongue.
"... please."
"Hmmmm," Eiden hummed against Edmond's thigh; the vibrations from the sound made the knight shiver. "Didn't hear you. Can you speak up?"
"Please… let me come," Edmond said, face burning with shame at having to beg for release. Eiden might have enjoyed teasing the other man to the point of begging, but he wasn't a sadist. He took the man's cock in his hand and pumped it slowly, dragging out both their pleasure for as long as he could. Eiden guessed the other man could have lasted a few more good minutes at the pace he was using to get him off, but his brain was fuzzy from arousal and he'd honestly forgotten that Edmond had maybe half his stamina and maybe, if he was being extremely generous, a tenth of his experience with sex. The moment he leaned in to suck one of Edmond's balls into his mouth the man came with a strangled cry, body going taut for a good few seconds as his cock twitched and jerked in Eiden's grip. Eiden milked him through it, kept stroking him until cum covered his hand and Edmond's stomach, until the other man's hips were jerking away from the stimulation on reflex.
Eiden was hard as hell but Edmond was thoroughly out of it, and he knew that sometimes it was best to clean up and leave the other man to recover from their activities. This also had the very beneficial side effect of Eiden not being around when Edmond came to and began to recall the embarrassing thing he'd said while he'd been desperate for release.
"You okay? Eiden asked, and he reached over and quickly cleaned up the mess they'd made when Edmond nodded in reply. "Good. I'll be back to check on you later, okay? Just relax."
Edmond once again nodded without any verbal response and let his head fall back against his pillow. Eiden got up, pulled the sheets he'd kicked to the end of the bed up to cover Edmond's naked body, and leaned down to give the man a quick kiss on the cheek before he left the room.
Later that night, when they all gathered in the dining hall for dinner, Edmond was the first to finish eating and excuse himself. Something about having paperwork to finish, probably knight business that no one else needed to be privy to. Eiden had been distracted by the rest of the clan members during the meal thanks to Edmond's relative silence, but he glanced over at the other man as he stood to leave. Though the lighting was somewhat dim, he was very pleased to notice that the bruise he'd left on Edmond's thigh was visible through the white material of his military uniform. Their eyes met as Eiden's eyes roamed up the man's body, and Edmond flushed a deep pink before turning away sharply and leaving the room in somewhat of a huff.
Eiden allowed himself a quick grin before he turned his attention back to his meal and his other lovers.
It wasn't too many days later that Eiden had another opportunity to enjoy Edmond's body.
That opportunity didn't come without sacrifice. He'd happened upon the Vice Captain training in the gardens and stopped to say hello, only to have a wooden practice sword tossed in his direction and a curt reminder that he'd been slacking in his training... nevermind that he'd originally used training with Edmond as an excuse to get closer to him in the first place, and that Edmond had seemed painfully aware of that fact. Perhaps Edmond had figured Eiden desperately needed some sort of self-defense training after what had happened in the Dead Zone. Either way, he was now trapped.
After some warm-up exercises and a quick revision of proper posture, Edmond decided that Eiden was ready to move from drills to actual sparring. Eiden spent the rest of the morning holding up the wooden weapon to his face like a shield from Edmond's precise and experienced strikes; granted, the knight was professional in his teaching methods and never actually landed a hit that would do any real damage… but that was definitely more of a testament to his talent as a warrior, because Eiden sure as hell knew that it wasn't a reflection of his own skills.
By midday the sun was beating down on the both of them, and Edmond decided that it was time for them to break for lunch. Eiden tried not to let his gaze linger on Edmond's physique; one was in front of the other and Edmond had taken on a more relaxed stance with the wooden sword, letting it drop to his side and rest along the length of his leg. He was tapping it thoughtlessly against his boot, and the motion was making the flesh of his thigh bounce just a little. He was a little damp with sweat from exerting himself, and it made his clothing just ever so slightly transparent.
Eiden swallowed thickly, his throat suddenly feeling even more parched than it had a second before. God, he could have just fucked Edmond right there.
Thankfully, he managed to hold on for the five minutes it took for them to walk to the kitchen from the gardens. Once they reached their destination Eiden was already so turned on from his own imagination that he thought he might explode, but then Edmond leaned on one of the kitchen counters as he drank from a cup of cool water, his perfect rear on display through the stretchy material of his uniform.
Edmond spluttered in surprise and cursed when Eiden came up behind him and pressed him against the counter, but made no attempt to pull away and simply bent over with no resistance when Eiden pushed him down. He did snap at Eiden to be careful when he almost tore the fastenings on the garment apart in his quest to get Edmond's body exposed, and his voice shot up to a nearly ridiculously high pitch in protest when Eiden uncorked a nearby bottle of cooking oil from the bench to use as makeshift lubrication and several excess drips stained the uniform's pristine white material.
Eiden's dick had clearly gotten ahead of his brain on this one; the stuff didn't feel or smell as nice as the scented massage oils and creams that were found conspicuously located in nearly every bedroom in the mansion, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
Eiden unzipped his fly and released his aching cock. He rolled his hips forward a little and moaned as the soft meat of Edmond's cheeks yielded to the hard flesh of his cock; it would be natural to think that someone who dedicated so much of his time to training would be all lean muscle and sinew, but Edmond's skin was soft and springy and had so much give. It was nice enough to just shallowly thrust against Edmond's cheeks and leave wet trails of precum on his slick skin, but Eiden could tell the other man was getting impatient.
"Hurry up and j-just do it," Edmond whimpered, shooting a glare over his shoulder at Eiden.
"Okay, okay," Eiden replied with a breathless laugh as he reached down to catch Edmond's hips with his hands. "Can you hold still for me? Just like that… oh my god, yes, there you go…"
Edmond shivered in a way that made his whole body tremble as Eiden slid his cock between the cleft of his ass, not pressing inside of him at all but simply grinding between the slippery flesh. The Vice Captain's hips began to move back in time with Eiden's movements in a way that was almost shy, quietly chasing pleasure at his own pace. After a few more teasing thrusts to get his cock nice and slick, Eiden pulled away, grabbing the base of his erection to direct it down between Edmond's thighs. The other man gave him a quick questioning glance over his shoulder as he pulled away, but turned back around as he felt Eiden's hard flesh slip between his legs. The pretty blush that had been resting on his cheekbones rose up to the tips of his ears as he closed his thighs down on Eiden's cock to heighten the sensation for both of them.
Edmond may have felt soft to the touch on a surface level if you simply ran your hands over the widths and curves of him without going deeper. In reality, he was strong down to his flesh and bones and he showed it in the way he trained, the way he carried himself, the way he clenched his thighs together and squeezed Eiden's cock hard between his thighs as Eiden fucked between them with short, sharp thrusts. Eiden leaned back as far as he could so he could look down between their bodies and drink in the sight of his cock sliding slick between Edmond's legs, and once he'd gotten the hang of the angle he began to increase his pace, let his balls slap against the back of Edmond's thighs as he thrust against him.
Eventually he was going so fast that he was bound to lose out on accuracy, and that was exactly what happened; one particularly sharp snap of his hips had his cock slip from between Edmond's thighs and back between the cleft of his ass. The head of his cock caught on the rim of Edmond's entrance and the knight broke into a choked sob, back arching into a near perfect crescent as Eiden's erection just barely pressed inside of him. Eiden stopped, worried that he'd accidentally caused Edmond pain, but Edmond responded by rolling his hips back so sharply that it forced Eiden's cock a little deeper inside of him than before, despite the fact that he'd had no prep.
Well, he did like a little bit of the rougher stuff, but that was a risk that Eiden wasn't quite willing to take.
"Shh, it's okay," Eiden murmured as he pulled out and Edmond let out a whimper that was almost pathetic with how desperate it sounded. "You're close, right? Just let me…"
He quickly slid his cock back between Edmond's legs and reached down to hook his thumbs in the cleft of Edmond's ass, spreading the other man open so he could see the flushed pink flesh of his hole and apply gentle pressure with the pad of one thumb. Edmond had already been on the edge and it didn't take long for him to come after that, thighs trembling around Eiden's cock, the tip of Eiden's thumb just barely inside him. Eiden followed closely behind, his hips stilling just as the head of his cock was between Edmond's thighs so his release spilled between them. He slowly rolled his hips into the mess he'd made until his cock got sensitive from the overstimulation.
Edmond was still recovering from his own orgasm when Eiden pulled away and began to clean them up with a nearby cloth; he stashed it in his jacket pocket instead of just leaving it in the kitchen. He could get rid of it later and he did have some sense of self-preservation when it came to his dignity, despite what Edmond accused him of. The rushed cleaning job apparently wasn't up to Edmond's standards, and his face contorted into a displeased grimace as he pulled his uniform back over his body with shaking fingers.
"I think… I think I'll go to the baths," Edmond stated. His voice still had a bit of a tremble to it, but he seemed to be recovering well enough. "We'll continue your training at a later date."
"Do you want me to come with you?" Eiden asked. As much as he was exceedingly pleased with himself for giving Edmond a thorough case of the post-coital shivers, he didn't want the other man to hurt himself as a result. When he saw the flat look on Edmond's face, he shook his head and raised his hands up in front of his body defensively. "Not for the reason you're thinking! Umm, unless you're up to it, of course. I might need a few minutes but I can probably…"
"I'll be fine," Edmond interrupted him, though he didn't sound mad. He seemed to be at a loss at how to excuse himself from Eiden's company in a way that was both polite and not awkward, and after a few seconds he seemed to decide that his best course of action was to give Eiden a curt nod, turn on his heel and begin his trek to the baths on shaky legs.
Eiden barely managed to stifle his laughter until Edmond was out of earshot. He might be mad about the situation once he cleared his head… but Eiden was sure it would be fine.
Eiden had been right on the money with Edmond's reaction. Fortunately, his reaction was more of an indignant, spluttering sort of anger which came from embarrassment and not true hurt. Edmond left for some business in the capital the next day, and returned a week later in a much better mood. It seemed that his time away had done wonders in helping him recover from his bad mood; Eiden assumed he was just happy to be back…
Or it could be to do with the small parcel wrapped in brown paper that he had brought back with him. When Eiden had asked him about it after welcoming him back, Edmond had said it was nothing and hurried away back to his room.
After that reaction, it was only natural that Eiden was intrigued. It was normal to be curious, with a reaction like that! But he decided to play his cards close to his chest. Be a little strategic. Wait until Edmond was comfortable and well-rested before he tried to make his move.
That had been the plan, at least.
Instead, Eiden went to the man's room to talk with him on a totally unrelated matter and found him sitting on his knees in bed with a somewhat familiar book freshly closed tight and clutched to his chest. Edmond's face was bright red, his breath was laboured, and his hips were squirming with arousal.
Now this was a very welcome scene.
"Pick yourself up some new reading material in the capital, huh? I thought that Aster's library would be big enough to keep you busy for longer than this!" Eiden said, his smile all teeth as Edmond's face burned under his gaze. Quick as a flash, Edmond leaned across to the nightstand by his bed, pulled its top drawer open so hard that Eiden was afraid it would go flying across the room and tossed the book into it with a loud thud. He pushed the drawer shut again and sat back on his knees again, avoiding Eiden's eyes with an ashamed expression on his face.
"Leave. Immediately."
"Hey, it's okay!" Eiden said, hurrying over to Edmond's bedside and trying to ignore the searing heat that had suddenly begun burning in his belly. "I know it's embarrassing to be found out like this, but there's nothing wrong with having some fun on your own. And I'll leave if you really just want to do that!"
Eiden reached over to where Edmond's fists were clenched on top of his knees and grabbed his jewelled hand with both of his own. He avoided touching the gem for now; he knew it was sensitive, and Edmond was already in a vulnerable state . He didn't want to take advantage of the situation unless he was given permission to. This wasn't like the usual moments when the knight was angry at Eiden's supposed perversions and teasing; he actually seemed genuinely vulnerable, and as fun as it was to tease Edmond when he got annoyed, at a time like this it just didn't feel right. Edmond was a proud man who had now been caught twice like this by Eiden himself, and he would have seen these incidents as mortifying signs of weakness. Even if the knight didn't want his help with the current situation, Eiden wanted him to know that what he felt was fine. It might encourage him to loosen up and not be so hard on himself.
Eiden gave Edmond's hand a quick, reassuring squeeze. "I can stay, or I can go. Your call."
Edmond thought for a good while; Eiden let him take the time he needed, until the other man finally gave his response in the form of slowly, carefully linking his fingers with Eiden's and squeezing his hand back.
Eiden grinned and surged forward, one hand beneath Edmond's chin so he could kiss him and the other resting low on the curve of the man's hip. Edmond breathed sharply through his nose but accepted, shivering as Eiden's palm began to move, smoothing over the lines of his body. It was Edmond who tired of their leisurely pace first (Eiden couldn't blame him, considering he's walked in on him in such a compromising position) and he pushed Eiden's jacket off his shoulders without allowing their lips to part.
It was hot when Edmond took initiative, Eiden thought. Leading him was fun, but switching it up a little sure didn't hurt. He managed to undress Edmond more easily than Edmond was undressing him – that happened a lot, considering Edmond's whole outfit was basically one piece of material – and he pulled away from the other man's mouth to focus on other areas of his body.
"How do you want me?" Eiden asked, breathless from their kissing but moving his lips to Edmond's throat nonetheless. "Want me to fuck you? Suck your cock?"
Edmond made a strangled, whimpering sound as Eiden's thumbs brushed over his nipples, so flushed and shy and cute just like their owner. The knight's reaction to his suggestions so far had definitely been good, but Eiden knew he could do better.
"Finger you?" Eiden continued, still trying to tease Edmond's nipples out of hiding by leaning down to suck and kiss them between speaking. "Eat your ass?"
"You…! You are a completely reprehensible pervert," Edmond hissed as the tip of Eiden's tongue circled the pale pink skin of his areola. Eiden grinned and gave the cute, flushed bud of flesh one more sucking kiss before he pulled away.
Bingo.
Despite his earlier protestations, Edmond was relatively easy to maneuver into a position that made Eiden's job a lot easier; up on his shaking knees. Eiden inelegantly threw himself onto the bed next to the other man, face-up. He began rolling his neck and stretching out his shoulders to prepare for the task at hand… okay, perhaps he was over-acting his part and being just a little dramatic about it all. Although he had a lot of things that he enjoyed doing with Edmond, this one was probably his favourite and he was also pretty proud of his skills. Edmond blinked several times at Eiden through his long, pale lashes as Eiden grinned up at him.
"Come over here," Eiden said, letting his voice drop a little and grow husky in a way that he hoped Edmond would like, "throw your leg over me and sit on my face."
Edmond's face went so red that Eiden was worried that he'd pass out, or redress in the minimum amount of clothing he'd need to save his dignity and run out of the room. Thankfully things didn't come to that, but the usually elegant and sure-footed Vice Captain was unsteady on his knees as he moved to do as Eiden asked of him, as if he was balancing on a tightrope. Once Edmond was kneeling comfortably over Eiden's face and seemed at less risk of losing his balance, Eiden gently spread his cheeks apart and exposed his hole. He pulled Edmond's hips down onto him, enjoying the sounds of the soft little noises the other man began to make and the sudden tension of his thighs around his head.
The slow grind of Edmond pressing down on him, seeking stronger sensation from his mouth made Eiden groan as he slid the flat of his tongue across Edmond's exposed skin. The knight always smelled and tasted clean and sweet, like the fine floral oils that the mansion kept stocked for use in the baths and some sort of milk and honey lotion that Edmond must have enjoyed using himself. Eiden felt the knight's body jolt when he slid his tongue inside of him, the muscles of his cheeks and thighs briefly tensing and then relaxing into the sensation. The way Edmond opened up to him was always so delicious, and Eiden craned his neck and began to suck wet, messy kisses against him as he opened up. Edmond wasn't quiet in his pleasure; Eiden could feel the other man's centre of balance shift as his back arched and he moaned wantonly at the feeling of Eiden's tongue inside of him. His thighs locked up on either side of Eiden's head when he edged closer to orgasm and fell slack with a frustrated groan when Eiden pulled away, drawing out their mutual pleasure.
Honestly, Eiden could just spend forever with Edmond sitting on his face. If he died here, it would be worth it. He'd stay here until he suffocated or learned to survive without breathing, whichever came first. He'd go out with a bang and not a whimper. He'd die doing what he loved. You could put that on his tombstone, for all he cared.
Eiden almost jumped when he felt Edmond's hand press down against his erection through his pants; he'd barely felt the other man move, engrossed as he was in eating him out. The heel of Edmond's palm slid along the length of him a few more times and then began fiddling with his zipper. It took him a while to get the job done, but Eiden took it as a compliment to his skills. The first touch of Edmond's hand on his bare cock, the contrast of the knight's warm skin and the cool metal of the gold chains which decorated his gem, made Eiden's hips jump up into the touch. Edmond eventually found a rhythm despite the awkward angle, though there were times when Eiden had to simply thrust into the knight's closed fist when he got distracted by the tongue licking long, wet stripes along the cleft of his ass.
Edmond's whimpers and whines eventually peaked into moans that grew louder, longer and far more desperate. Eiden could tell that the other man was close, and he redoubled his efforts until Edmond's cries crested and he came hard, thighs clamping down around Eiden's head and hole clenching rhythmically on Eiden's tongue. The sensation was enough that release sneaked up on Eiden too as he pulled away and watched Edmond's hole twitch and shine with saliva, and he moaned and thrust up into Edmond's taut grip until he spilled over the knight's hand.
Skin shining with sweat and spit, Edmond lifted himself off of Eiden and collapsed to the side, shivering until exhaustion took him and all of the strain left his body. They were both a mess and completely spent; his neck was cramped, his mouth was raw from the friction between their skin and he had Edmond's come all over his shirt, but Eiden couldn't help but smile. A soft laugh escaped his lips and he looked over at Edmond, who he was surprised to find was already looking at him with unfocused eyes and flushed cheeks, expression difficult to read. He looked away and pouted after a moment of their eyes locking, but Eiden didn't mind. Edmond was cute as hell when he was shy.
Speaking of which…
"Hey, Edmond…" Eiden started, trying to hide his smile, "what did you read in the book that turned you on so much?"
An indignant squawk escaped Edmond's lips, and Eiden's resulting laughter was muffled by the Vice Captain smacking the pillow down over his face.
Eiden didn't broach the topic of the book with Edmond again after he'd been kicked out of the knight's room; the other man went into a huff over his perverted line of questioning and Eiden was almost kicked out of the room half-naked. While it was unlikely that he would run into anyone who hadn't seen him naked before around the mansion's guest rooms, he couldn't rule out meeting an unfortunate maid who was just in the hallway to clean or deliver laundry. Thankfully, he managed to tuck his dick back into his jeans and zip his jacket up over his stained shirt before he encountered anyone else.
Edmond was a little standoffish for a few days after that. Hardly anything new for Eiden, honestly! As usual, the prim and proper knight was just too easy to tease. But every time Edmond found Eiden's eyes on him he blushed a deep crimson, which told Eiden that he was still thinking about what he'd said. Edmond usually went the "exhausted look and snark" route when he was legitimately not in the mood. When he got all blushy and fidgety and avoidant, Eiden could tell he was ruminating about something.
All he had to do was wait until Edmond came to him. Thankfully he didn't have to wait long, but Edmond didn't approach him in the way he expected.
Instead, he found himself grabbed by the hand out of nowhere a few mornings later and forcibly dragged to the knight's room.
"Huh?! What's wrong, Edmond?" Eiden asked, but the other man didn't reply. "You can let me go, I'm not going to run off!"
Edmond hesitated for a second, but seemed to steel his resolve and kept dragging Eiden by the hand, as if afraid he'd lose his nerve. When they reached Edmond's bedroom he dropped Eiden's hand, shut the door behind them with a little more force than was necessarily required and walked over to his bed.
"Sit. Please," Edmond said, apparently feeling that politeness was still needed despite the fact that he'd just physically dragged Eiden halfway across the mansion. Eiden did as he was told, sitting on the edge of Edmond's bed and giving him his undivided attention.
Edmond rounded the bed to his nightstand and pulled open the top drawer, taking out the familiar novel. Eiden was amused to note that it now had several slips of paper sticking out from its pages, but there was one particular page that we bookmarked by a square of deer skin; most likely one of the skins that Eiden presented to Edmond as a gift from time to time. He seemed to prefer sweets, but the knight in him couldn't deny a gift intended for weapon care either.
Edmond flipped through the book to the page marked by the skin and took a deep breath before he began to read.
"The Lord looks upon his knight's bare body with a smirk upon his face," Edmond started, voice holding the barest hint of nerves, "and begins to rub the palm of his hand across the swell of flesh atop his knight's pale thighs."
Eiden's mouth went dry and his cock twitched in interest in his pants. He was pretty sure that the gulp of air he took when he remembered to breathe was audible in a comical way, like something out of a cartoon. Edmond seemed okay for the most part, but lost some of his nerve at Eiden's continued silence. Nevertheless, he went back to reading the book aloud.
"The knight shivers at his Lord's gentle caresses. It is almost a tease to be touched so gently, knowing that he would soon feel the strike of his lover's strong palm across his sensitive skin."
Edmond's face is almost alarmingly red. If his voice wasn't still so strong Eiden would be afraid that he was about to faint.
"The… the Lord moves, raising his arm so that he can watch his knight's body tense in anticipation," Edmond was almost driven to distraction now, eyes glassy and breathing coming in short, shaky little puffs. "His knight waits with eyes closed and hips raised until he finally feels the sharp blow of his lover's hand across his…"
Edmond stopped there. Of course he had stopped there, Eiden thought in his own lust-hazy mind; he'd moved almost on pure instinct, without a single clear thought in his brain, and silenced the other man with his lips.
Eiden immediately deepened the kiss and pushed the other man's coat from his shoulders. He didn't have the patience to take his time after listening to Edmond read that passage from the book to him. Thankfully it seemed that Edmond was in a similar mood, and he pliantly lifted his hips and adjusted himself so that it was easier for Eiden to undress him.
When their combined efforts had Edmond nearly bare, Eiden smoothed the palm of his hand along the place where the soft flesh of Edmond's thigh met the high cut of his uniform boot.
"Think you'd be alright with leaving these on for me?"
Eiden felt the shiver that overtook Edmond's slim frame before he saw it, and the knight averted his gaze for a moment, eyes glassy with lust.
"I would have to take them off to remove the rest of my clothing and then put them back on… but I am not opposed to the idea."
"Okay," Eiden breathed, starting to undress himself at a rapid pace as Edmond set out to do as he'd requested. He could feel his own stupid grin widening. "I'm just… wow. You're so hot."
"There's no need to react like that!" Edmond stuttered, face burning red. Once he was done with his task, he sat on the bed with his legs pulled up to his body while Eiden stripped naked, as if he were trying to make himself look as small as possible. Eiden wasn't going to have that; he guided Edmond until he was on his hands and knees, his boots hugging his thighs tightly and the arch of his back a beautiful, pale line.
God, Eiden was so hard it hurt.
Eiden wasn't one to live his life in Klein without being prepared, and he retrieved a small vial of oil from his jeans pocket and slicked his fingers. Edmond shook bodily when Eiden joined him on the bed, knelt behind him and let the hard length of his cock graze along the cleft of his ass before he slid two fingers into his body.
Eiden didn't know how the hell Edmond's body could welcome him in so easily but also be so tight, so hot around him. Edmond moaned and pushed back against his hand, cock already leaking between his legs. Eiden didn't want to risk teasing Edmond too much, because he already seemed to be fighting back against his arousal so that he didn't come too quickly.
Still, the temptation was strong.
Eiden leaned down over Edmond's back, twisting the two fingers he had inside the other man just to feel his muscles jump. "Good?"
"Get on with it," Edmond replied through gritted teeth, moaning loudly and almost losing the strength to hold himself up as Eiden slid a third finger into him. "I… I'm ready. Hurry, please…"
"Okay, just wait a second… shit," Eiden hissed through his teeth as he slicked up his cock, having to resist the urge to thrust into his own hand for just a little taste of release. He positioned himself, grabbing his cock and guiding it to kiss the flushed pink skin of Edmond's hole. The other man gasped and rocked his hips back, and his gasps tapered off into a soft moan as he felt Eiden's length breach him. Eiden tried not to move too fast – they were both too close already – but Edmond made a frustrated little noise in the back of his throat and arched back in response.
"Hurry up, just… ah!" Edmond cried out as Eiden slid into him to the hilt with one sharp thrust. His body was quivering from the sensation overload but Eiden gave him no time to recover, withdrawing almost completely and then thrusting back inside, grinding his hips against the knight's.
"Feels good, right?" Eiden hummed, softly caressing the plump curves of Edmond's thighs with his hands. "But I think I know how to make it better."
Edmond made a vague questioning noise at Eiden's words, but he gasped and keened when Eiden brought his palm down on his asscheek with a loud smack that reverberated through the room. His hips rolled forward of their own accord and he forced out a choked sob as he came, his release spilling onto the sheets below.
"Fuck, that's so hot," Eiden moaned as he worked Edmond through his climax, "but you take take more, right? You like it to hurt a little."
He stilled inside of Edmond for a moment, letting himself feel the clench and release of the knight's muscles around his cock before he swatted him again, enjoying the renewed tightness of his body at the sting. Edmond seemed to lose the strength to hold himself up and just let his upper body fall into the mattress, ass still high up in the air as Eiden fucked him. Eiden didn't really know where Edmond's limit for this kind of stuff would be, but he was still reacting to each of his thrusts with soft sounds of pleasure and letting out high-pitched whines whenever Eiden palm came down on his skin.
Eiden had to be a little careful with his aim to avoid hitting the cuffs of Edmond's boots. The leather went up so high on his legs that it was almost a tease, and they hugged the knight's thighs like a second skin. The sight of it alone was enough to make Eiden's cock twitch. Edmond's ass bounced deliciously every time Eiden struck it with his open palm. When one of his thighs had started to take too many of Eiden's hits, he simply switched to the other. He didn't hit particularly hard, just enough to sting a little; he wasn't that into causing pain himself but when it came to something like this, something that wasn't too brutal or damaging, he could pull it off well enough.
His partner enjoying it so much was a plus.
After Edmond's skin began turning red and sore from Eiden's blows, he began to gently soothe the knight's skin with soft touches. The skin on skin contact still seemed to do something for Edmond, because he whined and pushed back whenever Eiden brushed the spot with the pad of his thumb. He made a garbled sound that might have been Eiden's name when Eiden reached one hand below his body and began to stroke his cock. Eiden was getting close and so he focused on the bright red blossoming on Edmond's ass, the contrast between the milky white of his thighs and the dark leather of his boots, the silky-hot feel of his body around his cock. Edmond must have known what Eiden's sudden rougher movements meant, because he looked over his shoulder at him, face so red that his blush reached the tips of his ears, eyes glassy from holding back tears of pleasure.
"You can… inside… if you want to," Edmond whispered, words broken up by his pants and soft gasps. Eiden almost came right then just from those words. Edmond being direct was a turn-on in its own way too, almost as much as teasing him.
Still, he had his own idea of how to end this.
"Keep moving for me, okay? Yeah, just like that," Eiden said, licking his lips as Edmond continued rolling his hips back and taking Eiden's cock as deep as he could manage. The hand Eiden had on Edmond's cock slid over him without any friction thanks to Edmond's earlier climax and just how wet he got when he was turned on. He guided Edmond's hip with his free hand until the other man began turning into a squirmy, overstimulated mess, at which point Eiden slid the hand he had on Edmond's cock to the leaking crown and slid the pad of his thumb over the slit.
Edmond's moans turned into sobs and he almost cried as he came again, messy and wet and warm over Eiden's hand. Eiden thrust forward again until there was barely space for air between his body and Edmond's and rutted against him with short, sharp thrusts until he felt himself reaching climax. He pulled out fully then, vaguely aware of Edmond's confused, tired noise as he stroked his cock a few times and came, painting the raw pink skin on Edmond's ass and thighs white.
Eiden had a moment to admire his handiwork before he fell on Edmond's bed; the knight followed him down, finally letting his legs give way below him, mindless of the mess. They stared at each other while they caught their breath; Eiden was the first to recover as far as speech and movement went, and he leaned over to press a soft kiss to Edmond's mouth.
"Are you okay?"
"... I'm fine," Edmond managed, licking his lips wet.
"Good. Let me take care of you."
The boots went easily enough, discarded to the floor by the bed. He cleaned up the mess they had both made with a handkerchief he fished from his jacket pocket and discarded it off the bed with the boots; the fact that Edmond didn't complain told Eiden that he was taking his time coming down. There was a small pot on the nightstand that smelled like Edmond's usual sweet, soothing milk-and-honey scent, and Eiden took some of the cream from it and rubbed it on the red marks he'd left on the man's thighs. Edmond jumped a little at that but he didn't pull away, so he figured that he was probably flinching from the temperature of the cream and not from any sort of pain.
"... thank you," Edmond mumbled.
"It's fine, really. You don't have to thank me or apologize every time," Eiden said, smiling down at the other man. Edmond was watching him with one eye through strands of soft, pale hair that tangled in his almost criminally long eyelashes.
"Not just for this. For… indulging me."
"What do you mean? It's not like I didn't enjoy it too."
Edmond didn't respond. Eiden finished up with the cream, wiped the excess off on the corner of Edmond's sheets (that drew an annoyed grunt from him, so he must have been recovering pretty fast) and moved to lay back down parallel to Edmond's thin form, their shoulders gently bumping as he squirmed closer.
"I really appreciate it when you're truthful with what you want, you know? You can tell me whatever you want me to know about. It isn't just about me," Eiden said after he'd comfortably situated himself next to the knight, combing the other man's loose locks of hair out of his face with his fingers. He wanted the other man to be at ease around him first and foremost.
"It's… not that easy. I don't know how you can say such things without any hint of shame," Edmond replied.
Eiden blinked. "I've never been embarrassed by too much when it comes to sex, I guess? But like I said, you don't have to worry about it with me. I'm not gonna judge you for letting your hair down a bit. You don't have to drag me from one end of the mansion to the other: just be as open as you can with me."
Edmond huffed out a sigh and shut his eyes. His senses must have been coming back to him, because he was beginning to blush again.
"I'll try."
"That's all I need to hear," Eiden said with a grin. He leaned over to kiss Edmond again, and he smiled into it when he felt Edmond kiss him back.
"Just try not to blame me when your cute butt is hurting from how hard I spanked it and you're sitting there trying to do work, okay? Don't think about me too much."
Edmond flushed bright red and made a miserable sound as his body curled in on itself.
"Don't ruin things with your degenerate fantasies."
"Right, right. I'm sorry," Eiden said, reaching out to gather Edmond into his arms, and he sighed in contentment when the other man let him.