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Shez is sure of it. Today is the day. The day he finally fucks Byleth’s dad.
Ever since Jeralt’s mercenaries and the Ashen Demon joined the Federation army, he’s been trying everything to obtain this ‘SUPER strong bond’ Arval told him he can get with Jeralt… a.k.a the Blade Breaker… a.k.a Byleth’s dad.
Everything from prolonged touches and flirtatious looks, to whispering innuendos when no one else is around. So far, nothing seems to be getting him closer inside Jeralt’s pants.
But today is the day. Day 28 of “Operation: Fuck My Found Family’s Killer’s Dad” will be a success.
Shez is standing next to Jeralt on the pier—much closer than is necessary—on one of their routine fishing trips. The heat coming off of the massive body next to Shez envelops him in comforting warmth.
Jeralt is busy trying to tie a new hook onto his fishing line. His meaty hands prove that task nearly impossible.
“Aww, damn it,” Jeralt says as the knot slips through again.
Fortunately for him, Shez is all too happy to provide his services. “I’ve got it.” Dropping his fishing pole, Shez moves so he’s pressed up against Jeralt’s arm, taking the line and hook from him. His more dexterous fingers get the job done in almost an instant, used to this process by now. “Honestly, what would you do without me?”
Before he can step back, Jeralt grabs him by the elbow, forcing him to stop and look up. The older mercenary gives him an exasperated look, eyes dancing with mirth.
“Okay, kid. I may not be in my prime anymore when it comes to this stuff, but I’m not dumb. Just tell me… What is it that you really want?”
Shez gulps at the inquiry, not expecting him to catch on so suddenly (or perhaps he knew this the whole time?). His nonchalant response comes out as a whisper. “I think you already know…”
Jeralt merely smirks. “Hmm, perhaps. But I want you to say it.”
Standing this close, the scent of leather, wood, and a spicy smell inherently Jeralt wafts over him. Nerves seem to take over, excitement and arousal overwriting his confidence. Shez answers without hesitation. “Y-you. I want you.”
Jeralt’s eyes darken as his pupils dilate, consuming the brown of his irises. He leans down until their lips are only a hair’s breadth away. “Good boy.”
Soft lips press against his, the pressure turning Shez’s brain off. They stand there on the pier, bodies pressed together heatedly in the setting sun. He can honestly stay there forever. The feeling of a tongue brushing his lips brings Shez back to the moment, inviting the muscle inside. He moans as their tongues explore each other’s mouths.
Much too soon, Jeralt pulls away from Shez, leaving him panting from the impromptu makeout session. A string of saliva hangs between their mouths, a swipe of Jeralt’s tongue getting rid of it.
“What do you say… you and I turn in early?” Burly arms snake around Shez’s waist, equally strong hands resting on his ass, giving each cheek a tight squeeze. Shez can’t help the whimper that comes out of him, tingles running up his spine from the sensation. “...Think I’ve got my catch of the day.”
Tucked away on the outskirts of the camp, lewd sounds can be heard by anyone who happens to pass by Jeralt’s personal quarters. Not that the two responsible for the noises particularly care…
Upon being thrown on the cot inside the tent, Shez’s moans are swallowed up as Jeralt chases his mouth with his own. Bruised lips brush over each other passionately. Saliva mixes as tongues dance in a very sloppy manner. Jeralt pulls back with a slight tug of Shez’s bottom lip between his teeth, causing the younger male to groan at the sensation deeply.
Kisses trail down the side of his face to his neck shortly after. Jeralt lingers right above his collarbone, sucking on the pale expanse of skin. Tears form in Shez’s eyes, the intense feeling of the older mercenary’s mouth and facial hair mutilating his neck almost too much—dark bruises and rashes visible in the foreseeable future.
Jeralt continues his journey down Shez’s bare chest, his shirt lost in their haste earlier. On the way, Jeralt comes across two hardened nipples, perked up from arousal. A warm, wet tongue circles one of the peaks, the other being fondled between calloused fingers. Pleasure courses through Shez in faint shocks, causing him to pant heavily. Light fog condenses in the Faerghus chill. Despite the country’s freezing weather, Shez is burning.
Rough hands go from caressing his body to gripping his leggings. Waiting to be freed from his garment, Shez opens his eyes—not knowing when he had closed them—upon noticing Jeralt pause. He glances down to see dark auburn eyes stare up at him with a questioning look.
“You sure you’re up for this, kid?” Jeralt asks. “Not too late if you’re having second thoughts.”
Without thinking, Shez tangles his fingers into Jeralt’s blonde mane. “Never been more sure…”
Jeralt grins in an animalistic way—a lion ready to consume its prey. “That’s all I needed to hear.”
Hands yank both his pants and undergarments off, leaving him completely nude. His dick slaps against his toned stomach, rock hard from the day’s revelations and current activity. Jeralt’s lips brush over it as he observes it, sending tremors through Shez’s veins.
“Cute.”
Shez blushes in embarrassment, thrown off by the comment. “Don’t call it that!” It may not be the largest thing in Fódlan, but never before has his dick been called cute.
A burst of hearty laughter rips out of Jeralt. “Sorry.” At Shez’s pout, Jeralt wraps his hand around the length, engulfing everything but the head. “It’s very sexy.”
Before Shez can make a retort, Jeralt takes the head of his cock in his mouth. He moans at the pleasurable heat. Jeralt easily swallows the rest of his cock down, moaning around it. The vibrations shake Shez down to the very core. A fire sits near the pit of his stomach, spreading to the rest of his body. Already, he feels close to exploding. “J-Jeralt… I-I–”
Immediately, the wet heat disappears as Jeralt takes his cock out of his mouth. Shez whines at the loss, the lack of release making his body ache. He glares down at the man currently torturing him, only to see him grinning at his predicament.
“Doesn’t seem fair that you get to have all the fun, does it?” Jeralt says.
Realizing how bad he has it for him, Shez can’t help smirking. “No, it doesn’t.” Wrestling around a bit, Shez flips them around so that Jeralt has his back to the pillows. Jeralt’s shirt is thrown to the side in the process, exposing bulging muscles covered in fine hair. Shez revels in the sheer size of his mate. He takes his fill on the way downwards, running his hands over Jeralt’s hirsute chest. “Let me fix that.”
Reaching for Jeralt’s pants, he pulls them off, desperate for the main event. Shez whines at the sight of the massive cock before him. He feels blessed to be able to witness such a display of virility. “I see why they call you the Blade Breaker,” Shez voices, which gets a chuckle out of Jeralt. His fingers barely touch when wrapped around the lengthy cock. He nuzzles his cheek against it, inhaling the natural musk. Goddess, it's longer than his face!
Jeralt’s hand cards through purple locks. “It’s not the only thing I’ll be breaking tonight.” Looking up at him from under his dick, Shez feels tiny compared to this mountain of a man. “Now, are you just gonna sit there and stare, or are you gonna take care of it like a good little boy?” Jeralt says, his cock twitching in anticipation.
Warmth envelops Shez at being called a good little boy. He wants more of that—to be praised by a handsome, older man. Running his tongue up the side of Jeralt’s cock, violet eyes glint as Jeralt deeply groans. Shez kisses the tip, licking the bead of pre-cum. The slightly salty taste bursts across Shez’s tastebuds, the young adult thirsty for more.
“Don’t mind if I do,” Shez says, proceeding to swallow Jeralt’s cock. He barely makes it halfway before it touches the back of his throat. A baritone voice cries out. Shez laps at the hefty cock—licking at the slit, digging under the foreskin, tracing the thick vein. He slowly bobs his head, trying to suck more.
“Goddess, you’re… amazing at this,” Jeralt pants. His fingers continue running through Shez’s hair, evoking a sense of comfort. “Think you can take all of it?” Bright, violet eyes look up from under dark lashes. Shez nods around his mouth, eager to please Jeralt. Both of Jeralt’s hands reach up, grasping the back of Shez’s skull. “Good.”
It’s the only warning Shez gets before Jeralt thrusts up while pushing his head down. His cock shoves past his throat, the head simply resting inside. Shez does all he can to not gag, slobbering over the immense girth. He must be quite the shameless sight—pink lips stretched around a cock, nose buried in pubic hair. Jeralt retreats long enough for Shez to catch his breath before thrusting back inside. Over and over, he thrusts into Shez’s mouth, until he can take it with little difficulty. “Good boy.”
Shez purrs at the praise, the vibrations bringing even more pleasure to Jeralt. Wanting to please him further, Shez hallows his cheeks, tightly sucking his cock. He brings his hand up to fondle Jeralt’s balls, feeling the weight of them. They’re heavy and swollen with semen, just waiting to shoot out.
Abruptly, Shez is tugged off his cock. His face is a mess of tears, spit, and pre-cum. Jeralt shoves his tongue in Shez’s mouth, tasting himself. They moan around each other in their intense kissing. The sound of lips smacking is deafening as Jeralt pulls back.
“On your knees,” he demands.
Shez hurries to follow his order, moving so his head is buried in the pillow, hips raised off the bed. Jeralt crouches behind him, appreciating the sight of his plump ass. While a rough finger plays with his entrance, Jeralt notices that it’s already wet with lube.
“Oh?” His finger thrusts inside the loose hole, causing Shez to moan. “Has someone been playing with themself recently?” One finger quickly becomes two, stretching the hole out in a scissor motion. Shez repeatedly moans at the feeling, yelping as his prostate is rubbed incessantly. “What a naughty boy.”
“I-I’m sorry,” Shez pleads. “I’ve w-wanted you… for so long. Couldn’t… help myself.”
Jeralt must be feeling a little merciful, softly kissing the side of his cheek. “I know, I know. But I’m here now.” Three fingers easily thrust in and out of Shez’s ass. “Think I’ve kept you waiting long enough.”
Those fingers leave his hole, leaving it slightly gaping, lube dripping out. Shez groans in disappointment, feeling empty. Jeralt disappears for a second before returning, a vial of lube dropped next to Shez. He looks behind his shoulder to see Jeralt stroking his cock, slick and shiny with oil. His massive cockhead presses against Shez’s puffy rim. “You ready?” Shez nods frantically. “Good, cause I’m not holding back.”
With that said, Jeralt thrusts deep inside, stretching his anal ring with every inch. Shez clutches the pillow in a death grip, moaning into it as his ass is plowed open. That throbbing shaft just keeps digging deeper and deeper until fat, churning balls mop his taint. Both mercenaries groan at being connected so intimately—one feeling pleasure and pain at his ass being split apart by a huge cock, and the other feeling such velvety walls clench around him.
Jeralt drags his cock out until just the head rests inside. He then pounds it all back in, throwing his whole weight into it. Repeatedly, Jeralt fucks Shez with no restraint, chasing after his own pleasure. His pelvis smacks into Shez’s ass, the boy’s bubbly cheeks clapping with every thrust. Jeralt’s length stretches his greedy hole out, carving a space just for him.
Shez keeps moaning loudly into the cushion, his eyes rolling back. His mind is foggy, unable to think as his brain is scrambled by Jeralt’s cock. Every thrust scrapes against his prostate without failure due to its massive size. Liquid fire courses through Shez’s veins, blood boiling from pure euphoria.
Chapped lips brush over Shez’s ear, whispering filthy things. “Don’t hide such delicious sounds from me.” A muscular arm wraps around his neck in a chokehold, lifting him until he has no choice but to drop the pillow. Sweaty back pressed against Jeralt’s chest, Shez whimpers as he grinds into his ass. It’s as if his ass is being molded into the shape of Jeralt’s girth. “I want to hear you scream. Beg like the dirty slut you are,” Jeralt says before resuming his thrusts.
Shez can’t stop the scream as his hole is wrecked. No longer does he care about being heard. All that matters is the two of them at this moment. He cries out loud as he’s pounded into oblivion. The meaty sound of Jeralt’s cock piercing his velvety walls, the splashes of lube and pre-cum, deep groans, and high-pitched moans create an erotic symphony.
Jeralt’s thrusts become more frantic, spearing his cock in every direction with vigor. His testicles bang off of Shez’s smaller scrotum, ready to release its load. He groans into Shez’s ear, chest rumbling. “Shit… I’m gonna-”
With one last thrust, Jeralt hilts inside Shez, smushing his asscheeks. Hefty balls throb and clench, depositing a heavy load inside the twink. Ropes of thick cum lap at Shez's walls, painting them white. Shez jolts spastically, screaming as he also cums, squirting onto the bed sheets.
His body is crushed under a hulking mass of muscles, Jeralt collapsing from exhaustion. Heavy pants come from both of them. Shez sobs as Jeralt withdraws his softened cock, already feeling cum leak out of his raw, gaping hole. They remain there, blissed out beyond repair. Shez turns his head so they face each other, languidly kissing.
Jeralt leans back, observing all the marks and bruises he made on Shez. "Damn, I sure did a number on you." A calloused finger teases his asshole, making him moan.
Craning his head to look, Shez is just barely able to see the damage done to his ass. Red, puffy lips stretch around a void of nothingness, entrance gaping wide. Thick, white cum leaks out in a heavy creampie. Shez smiles despite it all, sated and well fucked. Though, he doesn't want to deal with this mess later on.
“Guess I should go clean that up, huh?”
Before Shez can get up, a weight presses him back down onto the sheets. “No need.” Jeralt lowers himself until his face is in between his legs. Meaty hands lift his hips and spread his asscheeks. Shez shivers at the slight breeze over his wet, gaping hole—even more so at the hot breath that suddenly ghosts over it. “You just lay down and enjoy yourself.” Without warning, Jeralt shoves his face between his ass, tongue scraping over his perineum before thrusting inside his hole.
Shez gasps at the sensation. While aching, his hole clenches around the invading muscle. Shocks travel to Shez's brain, clouding his brain once more with pleasure. Jeralt digs in, lapping at his walls and sucking his own cum out.
Fully into it now, Shez raises his backside higher, burying Jeralt's face further into his ass. The heat returns to the base of Shez's stomach. Every sloppy kiss and bruising bite between his ass cheeks makes his thighs quiver. The act alone has Shez cumming untouched again.
Climbing back up, Jeralt—his chin covered in his own load—grins at the debauched look on Shez's face. Their lips meet hungrily, sharing the taste of Jeralt's cum and Shez's ass.
Shifting around on the bed, Shez cuddles up against Jeralt, resting his head on the older mercenary’s large pectoral. His erection rubs along his thigh, which surprises Jeralt. "You're still hard, kid?" Looking down, Jeralt sees that Shez is indeed still aroused. "Oh, to be young." His head falls back on the pillow—tired but well relieved. "Give me a few minutes, then we can go for round two."
A crooked smile adorns Shez’s face, exhibiting his eagerness for the rest of the night. "Can't wait."