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“Achilles, oh, don’t.. stop..!” My cries ring out, simply causing Achilles to thrust his length deeper inside of me, holding our shaky thighs together as neither of us can control our sounds. I can feel Achilles as he fucks me harder, rougher, his thrusts causing him to nearly topple over my wet body in his exhausted effort. As he sits up to thrust, he whines and moans my name like it is a dirty prayer that will be shared between us. His hips seem to move almost effortlessly, his hair bounces above his shoulders, eyebrows raised; the sweat pouring down his face as though he is crying. But they are not tears, for his face does not comfort in a manner that depicts sadness; he is more like a divine being. He is like a painting that has been preserved for many years, safely hidden away, but now that he has been found, he is newly curious and everything he does is like a fresh breath of air.
He rips me away from my thoughts, pounding faster than he ever has inside of me, pressing his hand intentionally on mine as to show me what he wants. My legs shudder with the air that flows between us as Achilles heaves, sliding out of me as my neck slowly bends forwards to ask why he had pulled out so early. We had only just started, after all. Achilles laughs; but not to jest or mock me. His smile seems very genuine but I know there is more to his act. He is glad to indulge me in this new plan of his. “To put it simply, you’ll come on my orders.” Achilles always wants something new, and I cannot say I disapprove of the idea. It is so deviant that even Achilles seems to be mildly embarrassed, but I propose a scheme of my own. “If you want to play dirty, prince, we can.” My lip curls in a sneer as Achilles’ face burns visibly. “But on one condition,” I add. He tries to relax but I see that he is fidgeting with his fingers, which brings me delight. I bat my eyes in his direction, cooing as I hold his thighs and squeeze them tight. “You come on my command. But you cannot touch me, you are only allowed to look.” Achilles makes a face.
It seems like what I have said amounts to the worst form of torture in his mind. Neither of us are picky in our position and situation picking, but most ideas are pitched by Achilles. Not that I complain. It is nice to see him unnerved, since I do not make many decisions on our behalf anyway. “If it would please you, Patroclus.. I can get behind it.” Good, he obliges! How very sweet of my Achilles. I tell him how it will be done. I will sit out of his reach, but not so far as to where he cannot see me. He will come completely off of the thought and sight of me. Achilles seems less enthusiastic about not being able to touch me, tipping my teasing of his neediness over the edge. “How cute,” I remark, sitting on my heels directly across from him now. His lips are parting as I watch him practically salivate for my taste and my touch. His eyes dilate as he stares at me longingly.
I can only watch him drool and plead for so long until I give him the instructions. At first, Achilles seems very reluctant to give in what he has worked so hard for. I assure him that his pride will not be wounded if he gives me what I want one time. Although he complains, I reduce this. “Do you want me to tie you up so you can’t touch yourself at all, then?” I purr, spreading my thighs ever so slowly in front of him, watching his face turn a brighter shade of red than an apple. I begin to press ever so softly on my thighs, watching Achilles become shaky and tremble on my simple command. I am fully exposed to the humiliated Achilles; who knows he is all worked up and he hasn’t even laid a single finger on himself. I think he is hoping I will aid him, but I will see this through. Without realizing, I am accidentally pleasuring myself against Achilles’ commands. My legs are flung open as my hand moves up and down my length, unintentionally crying Achilles’ name as the intensity grows. Maybe I have taken this too far, at least, under Achilles’ orders. As I feel the release oncoming, he grabs my hand and pins it back. I am once again defeated by Achilles, although this is a much more exhausting sort of defeat. He tells me that he recognizes the faces I make when I am about to finish. He says they are beguiling. I find this rather embarrassing, on the other hand. “Next time, I’m not letting you do something like this.” Achilles huffs. I am particularly exhausted from being restrained of an orgasm twice.
He considers this, putting a hand on my face and running his fingers along my cheek in effort to console me. Another hand presses on my stomach, as he smirks and I try my very best to contain my excitement. “I’m so sorry that I have to fill you up with no relief, Pat..” he mumbles teasingly, his teeth nipping my ear as though to reprimand my previous behaviour. I was not going to sit back and let Achilles have all the fun. I propose an idea of my own, propping myself on my elbows as I separate from him. “I was distracted, mind you, prince.” This catches his attention. “Since you are so picky, I will turn around and not let you look at me at all when you finish.” A painful expression dawns upon his face, framing his features tearfully. He leans forwards; not as to touch me, but to comply. “No, Pat, no, don’t..” Achilles sobs, hands spreading his legs open to the widest they could, his voice growing timid. “I’ll touch myself, Pat. Please, just—“ his face flushes. “Don’t turn around, I want to look at you..” I grin, as his hand teases around his body for a few moments as I offer nothing but my body to help him get off. Since I am unable to pleasure myself without Achilles’ interference, I will make sure that he will come quickly and he will be hot, begging for more, but it will not be given as he likes.
Achilles’ muscles ripple with the effort to make himself come. His hair is damp and stuck to his neck, the neck that I had bruised and bitten not long ago. His legs shake, hand pumping his length as he babbles mindlessly to me. “Pat.. Pat.. haa— aah!” His feet dig into our bed as I can tell he so desperately wants to touch me. It isn’t negotiable, of course, but I like to see Achilles squirm and plead in attempt to get me to touch him. “Pat, p-ple—aah.. P-Please! Just one touch, p-plea-sss-eee.. It doesn’t even h-aah-ve to be somewhere importa-aaa—nngh..t..!” I pretend that he is not talking. My legs dare to spread; causing Achilles’ breaths to come quicker and his hand to move faster. His thighs squelch with the wetness of his speed and strength, face contorting as he focuses on calming down. His whines escalate and I can see he is beginning to give way to his senses. “You know you can come, right, Achilles?” I mutter, teasingly, quenching my undying thirst for him. “I know you want me to touch you. But I cannot just do that, can I? No, I really cannot, my prince.” My sweet Achilles does not fail to please. He has given me a show as I asked of him. His eyes are perfect pools reflecting of his current state; frantic for a release and looking anywhere to find it. His eyelids grow heavy and his blinks are leaving me weak, his entire body slicked in coats of sweat. “P-P..P-aaa..aaah—“ he groans, unleashing every sound he could have ever kept inside him. He rocks back and forth, up and down, in an attempt to stimulate himself further, but this is his nearly breaking point.
He finally comes, the splatter covering his entire stomach and partially his chest. He collapses in front of me and does not move. I just smile, playfully putting a foot atop of Achilles’ head as I nudge his face closer to my length. Surprisingly there is no objection from Achilles, because he takes me into his mouth rather quickly and I am stunned. I thought he would be tired out from his self pleasure, but apparently he is not. He sucks rather vigorously and I am barely given time to process. Strands of his messy hair fall into his face; allowing me to push them back onto his forehead and caress his face. Before long he has saliva dripping down his mouth as though he is a starved animal, hungry for more as he licks the pre-come off my length deliciously slow.
He has taken me fully into his beautiful mouth, teeth careful to not graze my length as he teases me with a few more swishes of his tongue. Achilles’ moans are muffled by my length seemingly choking him, and I gently remind that he can take it out if need be. He refuses, persistently kissing and touching my length until I feel as if I will sink into the bed in pure pleasure. My hips move up as to indicate my arrival, holding back my whines to show Achilles that I very much appreciated his efforts to please me, and that they paid off. Achilles suddenly stops and holds me back once more, a proud expression overcoming his face while he watches me squirm. “You said it was a deal. I’d come without you touching me, so now it’s my turn. Is that clear, Patroclus?” It is something about the way he says this that makes me want to listen to get my reward.
Since I am already very close, he pushes me only a little further to reach the orgasm I was deprived of. My legs are propped as far backwards as they can go, ensuring Achilles will be able to move freely about inside of me. He pushes himself in with very minor warnings as I yell, my hand gripping his neck while he thrusts harder, and faster, and— “Aa-aaaa-aah..! A-A-ch-i..illes.. oh! Deeper, p-pleaaaassseeee..!”
My voice seems to drag, but I do not notice as I can barely stop myself from scratching Achilles’ back as the result of holding on to him too tightly. He practically pounds me as his arms still hold my ankles, trying to keep me propped to a position that will benefit us both. Achilles makes sure that I am never uncomfortable with the positions, of course, but having my legs held back with no means of release is a little strange, if I will admit. “Patrocluuuu-uuuhhh.. uuhh! Uuuuhhssss….!” He whines in my ear and I am unsure how long either of us will last. His hips work tirelessly to make sure we are both getting the best of this pleasure, his legs pushing up against my rear as I cannot help but cry for the one I love. The thrusts go fast, return to slow, speed up, slow down.. the pattern continues for a shocking amount of time, at least under our standards, and Achilles seems very happy with the way I am fucked mindless under his very own cock.
It is like I will never be able to think another thought again, for all I scream is, “Achilles! Achilles! Achilles…! A…chilles..!! Aaa.. haaa-aaah.. chilles..!” In turn, Achilles too cries my name until we are lost in the screams and we finally release. A rather painful resolution to my three hours of being deprived of an orgasm, but it would do. I was not surprised to see Achilles dozing off between my legs, and I would let him stay. He was good to me, and so I stroke his face, hoping that he will stay forever in that peaceful slumber. He was magnificent upon doing anything, and he made it known.