Work Text:
"Are you positive?"
Dismas looked down at the gentle, frankly naive face sitting in between his thighs. He didn't think Reynauld, the courageous crusader with a radiant aura of hope and honor, could be on his knees beholding Dismas's groin inches from his nose. He could see the worry in his blindingly blue eyes, much like the stare of a lost puppy, but that mouth–Gods that mouth–was begging. Not necessarily quivering, as Reynauld kept his physical composure unscathed through most situations, but the way his bottom lip curved under the gap he set between his mouth, the moistness of his own drool glinting under the candlelight above. It spoke to his soul.
But Dismas also couldn't help but feel guilty. The man was devoutly religious, sewed every fabric of his being to the invisible force of the Light. He rampaged and killed possibly thousands for his faith, gave away an entirely good life to become a loyal servant to the Flame. And though Dismas didn't know a lot about religion, he definitely knew how preservative followers were over their 'purity'.
He scoffed at the scriptures' bounds on their believers; no man or woman is pure, sin an inevitable further proven by how often people pray for forgiveness and how full those confessional booths can be. It's in man to have desires, and desires produce a life worth living, Dismas believes.
Even with how stupid he thinks the rite to purity is, he still feels terrible in this position. Him, sitting in a lovingly cushioned chair, and Reynauld, knees on the cold floor. Even though it was the holy man's idea, Dismas didn't feel right. Their power dynamic in this moment he felt was almost disrespectful to the crusader. He's cowling at sin's feet, hands on his knees like a beggar, and shoulders hunched with shame. That was the reason behind Dismas's question, a concern and call for reassurance right before they would do anything too serious.
"Positive," he nodded, eyes closing as his face went redder. "Are you okay with this?"
"I-" Dismas fought between his morals and his arousal, "I'm okay with it. I never turn down a blowie…"
"Am I making you nervous?" his eyes went sad, or at least that's what Dismas interpreted.
He swallowed his heart, thinking this was Reynauld's last chance out. He tries to reason with him, "I just…don't want you to regret it."
"Dismas…" Reynauld's eyes try to keep on Dismas's, but his gaze is turned away, blush hidden in the shadows. "How many times must I assure you?--"
"I know, I know!" Dismas sighs, a farm of butterflies brewing in his stomach. He puts a hand over his face, dragging it down to try to wipe the embarrassment off his mug. "You're just… you ."
Reynauld chuckles, eyes bright and striking right into Dismas's soul, "What is that supposed to mean?"
"You're …" Dismas flies his hands around, knowing anymore words he speaks from now on will just make him sound stupid, "you're a religious man. Isn't there some code against sexual acts before marriage or whatever?"
"You're quite right," he states, proceeding to clue Dismas more into his true moral standing as he brushes his fingers along his calves, "but as you may know, I don't quite follow all the rules…"
Dismas was almost afraid to look down, but his curiosity always gets the better of him. Those nervous, naive eyes had shrunk to a sensual, lustful tease, not helped by his coy smirk.
"No need to worry about me," Reynauld mumbles as his face pulls towards Dismas's right knee, giving it a reassuring kiss and sending a spear through Dismas's heart.
How is this man so good?? The thought clouded the thief's brain. He hasn't even done anything!
"Now, must I ask again," Reynauld pulls his touch to Dismas's outer thighs, "Are you okay with this?"
For the first time, Dismas felt that he was the innocent one out of the two. Could he trust Reynauld's sultry thoughts? Is this the Siren playing a trick on him from the last time he faced it? He didn't know what was real ever since that crusader lifted up that damn visor of that dumb helmet and whispered in his ear: 'May I spend a night with you in your barracks? I've had these…intrusive desires…''
He couldn't deny, the proposition went straight to his cock, and his cock went straight to his brain when he said 'Absolutely' , ultimately bringing him here.
"Yes…" Dismas gave his fears a break. Reynauld is a grown man who could make his own decisions, he couldn't let himself doubt his desires just because he followed the rules of a book. Maybe he was more afraid of how he himself would react to it; his once-thought platonic carriage mate's plump lips wrapped around his sensitive manhood. The thought ran chills down his spine, so taboo and devious that it was irresistible.
"Then relax," his calming voice helped Dismas in that, but not the man's hand running down his stomach. He lurched forward with Reynauld's touch, wondering when he got so sensitive.
"Sorry," he leans back against the chair, pressing his stubbled head into the fabric and preventing himself from looking more like an idiot.
"You're quite handsome…" Reynauld paired together his hands to torture Dismas's vulnerability, running them down his torso dangerously close… "I can't get over it."
"I could say the same…" Dismas kept his eyes closed, watching this fantasy was something his heart wasn't quite ready for yet, "I've never met such a put together man such as yourself."
He laughed, "You're a charmer, rogue…"
That curled Dismas's toes beneath his boots. A rogue , something no civilized man wanted to be called, but hearing that come from this new, seductive Reynauld made him want to be called every undesirable thing under the sun. Must his kinks want him to be brought down…
" Fuck , Reynauld…" he takes a deep inhale as he finally looks down, seeing that deviously adorable smile again. What thoughts ran behind those entrancing eyes as those fingers ruptured his senses? Dismas can only imagine, enticing a twitch under his belt buckle.
By the grip of his thighs, Reynauld pulls his body closer and buries his face in Dismas's growing bulge. His parted lips pressed into his warm canvas pants, embracing the heat emanating from the thief's loins like it was an inviting camp in the snow. A deep inhale of desire pulls through his nose, watering his mouth, rupturing his chest. His hands now move into Dismas's inner thighs, pushing them farther apart to invite Reynauld's intrusion, then soon they guide to the belt holding the trousers between them.
This man was a natural, Dismas thought. Even he, someone he assumed got more action than Reynauld in his lifetime, wouldn't be this smooth about it. How he didn't even move his eyes when stretching up the excess belt strap and pulling it out of its buckle, just so nonchalant about it like he's done this before.
Dismas couldn't focus on that. His stomach was on fire, tingling and exposed now that his pants were loose for the taking. Right after his belt is thrown by the wayside, Reynauld rises up with a lift of Dismas's cream-colored silk shirt. Just enough skin was exposed for Reynauld to press his attacking lips to it, tasting his soft squishy skin and the thin hairs prickling down to his crotch.
The anticipation was killing him. He just wanted to yank his pants down and shove those pretty lips onto his dirty prick. Make him choke on his cock and swallow every drop he'd splay down his throat and be on their merry way. Treat this as a short exchange and never talk about it again so Dismas could avoid confronting the fact that he was having feelings for him. That would make life going forward so easy, but for how long he's been in this hamlet, he just had to accept life was no longer easy. He just had to accept he was falling in love with Reynauld.
He's never seen such beautiful eyes on a man, he would've never guessed those eyes have seen horrors beyond worldly comprehension. The pair of glowing sapphires looked up at this dirty thief like he was worth looking at, Dismas still couldn't believe it…
'Intrusive desires you say?'
'Yes, I-...I've been fond of you for quite some time, Dismas…'
The soldier pushes his gloved hands onto the highwayman's shoulder, deeper into the wall he's pressed him against.
'I've had thoughts of…pleasuring you for the care you've given me…'
'...Pleasuring me how?'
The highwayman's pants were rising, thankful they were hiding in the shadows of the tavern's side patio. The crusader pulls his mouth closer to his ear, whispering even quieter yet heavy.
'I've always wanted you in my mouth, down the back of my throat…'
The thief closed his eyes and leaned his head back, mouth agape.
'I've been craving a taste of you for Light knows how long, you don't even understand…'
Their lips were magnets on opposite poles, the crusader pulling the other's red scarf tight while the highwayman ran his thumb through his luscious beard. Their wet lips engaged deeply into each other before the offeree pulled away.
'Tonight?'
'Tonight…'
"Oh, Dismas …" Reynauld couldn't contain a deep exhaling gasp when he pulled the man's erection out of his pants. It stretched along the edges of his sight, his veiny pride floating parallel with his nose. A slightly darker color than the rest of his olive skin, hued with a blushing red. "You're just as big as I imagined…"
"You must've imagined something small then," Dismas teased himself. He didn't think he was all too large, hesitant to say he was pushing average, but he was proud of it enough to flaunt it to any brothel girl his money could get a hand on.
Reynauld scoffed, keeping his eyes in line with Dismas's as his nose plunged into his dark hairs, "It's perfect…"
The man's large, well-worn hands wrapped around the shaft, barely a grip on it as he pulled his hands up and down. He jerked him slowly as his mouth enveloped his balls, basked less in the expected odor of sweat and more in the floral aromas of a perfume vendor. Dismas must've soaked and scrubbed himself thoroughly for this occasion, and Reynauld couldn't deny, his efforts had worked. It was an inviting smell, a pleasurable taste, as saliva dripped into Dismas's every wrinkle and crevice. His hairs were soft, colliding invitingly with Reynauld's recently-groomed beard. It made him want to lay his face between his legs forever.
Dismas's mind was just blank. No thoughts except lust, no feeling except Reynauld's breath vibrating across his most sensitive skin. He almost wanted him to bite him next so he could tell if he still had his nerves, see if this was still real. His hand brushes through the crusader's soft curls, bits of silver between the browns, thick and long enough to pull when needed.
The cold air greeted the thief's wet skin as Reynauld pulled his lips away, now dragging along the length from base to tip. Dismas shuddered, his grip in the soldier's hair tightening without thought. The image Dismas looked down at was tantalizing, as the crusader just sat there, dazed. His mouth sat right under the head, prickled with goosebumps from the cold anticipation, for a solid seven seconds. This didn't match the pace at all, why did he just stop ? Then Dismas figured it out.
Reynauld had froze.
Dismas was afraid his holy senses had kicked right into him, right when things were starting to get steamy. That confidence he was stunned by was gone, and went back to what Dismas would expect from pure Reynauld. Hesitant, and scared.
"Rey?"
"I…I won't be very good at this…" his voice cracked, his breathy confession twitching Dismas's cock even more.
He responds with a low laugh, "You'll do fine, just avoid using your teeth."
Reynauld gives a bellowing chuckle in return, hiding his shame as he ducks his head away from the other man's intimidating flesh. He's soon taken by his cheek, a calloused thumb strokes along the shaved edges of his beard. He looks up to see a warm, scarred smile.
"Is this your first time with a man?" Dismas inquires, his voice soft and comforting to sooth the virgin's nerves. He nods, eyes pulled down like he's done something wrong.
"Should I have disclosed that?"
"It doesn't matter," the thief shines a crooked smile. "You're doing a great job, Rey. Amazing, in fact…"
"Thank you," he blushes, creasing his soft cheeks with a flattered grin.
Dismas leans back in his chair, giving Reynauld some space, "Do you still want to do this?"
He pays close attention to Reynauld's face. Any slight indication of uncertainty, and he would call the whole thing off. He wouldn't want to make the man feel forced since they've progressed so far, especially now knowing this would be his first time. Reynauld's eyes blinked slow as his bottom lip curled with the pull of his bright teeth, staring up at the man above with a half-lidded gaze. He pulls in closer, his lips grazing the man's cock head.
He mumbles, "Would you tell me if you didn't like it?"
"I'll like it," Dismas says with unyielding certainty. "As long as you enjoy yourself, I'll enjoy it."
Reynauld took a deep breath, assured, as his mouth pulled over the tip millimeters at a time. Dismas's toes curled once his wet tongue made contact, warm and captivating to his sensitivities. Dismas's fingers dig into the cushioned arms of the chair, wrenching in the slow, hot overtaking of his whimpering erection. He didn't expect the knight to go so far as to have him feel the back of his throat.
The crusader rumbled his flesh with an indulgent moan, his hands gripping his own growing arousal forming under his trousers. His lips dragged over Dismas's girth tight as he pulled back, already missing the fill in his mouth, but forgiving himself once he heard the other man's shaking reaction. Reynauld's face stung with heat.
The process repeated itself for the next couple minutes, wet and sloppy sucking with one hand occasionally assisting on a few jerks while the other was jerking himself. Dismas wanted to catch a glimpse of Reynauld, but their positions made it painfully impossible. The desire to see him, feel him close, soon took priority over the desire to finish out in his mouth.
"Rey," Dismas puts his hand on him, palm light pushing against his forehead to hint a pause. Reynauld lets Dismas fall out of his mouth while his seductive eyes await his command. "Come up here."
Reynauld blinked awake, face painted with a new coat of red while Dismas held him at his jaw. His hands a magic spell that rose him to his feet without a single misstep, like he was under a trance. Dismas also got up from his chair, having their fronts touch in the most intimate way two men can. Though Reynauld wasn't out, the extrusion from his pants was extraordinary, tingling the thief's bare and moist flesh with a graze of the cursed covering fabric.
Dismas would soon change that, as he leans up to the taller crusader for a kiss and his quick fingers start to pull down his waistband. Reynauld pushes himself deeper into their romantic collision, his hands wrapped on each side of the other's face as he can sense his weak spot being reached. Hot breath sprinkles in between their sloppy make-out, Dismas throwing in an occasional lip bite to relieve this wrenching tension.
The crusader couldn't believe how amazing it felt to be stroked by another person. Dismas wasn't light about it either, his nimble fingers practically massaging into every popping and pulsing vein. It took him a little more exploring to figure out another thing:
" Holy– Oh my Gods…"
" Hrm? " Reynauld was too busy indulging before Dismas pulled away.
"You called me big?" he looked down at Reynauld's display. Its shade was as pale and milky as his skin, blushed red at the tip just like his cheeks, and so thick even Dismas's long, thieving fingers struggled wrapping around him. He's never seen a cock more deserving of worship.
Reynauld chuckled, flattered. He leans in with his lips at his ear, as if he didn't want any higher power to know what he was about to say, " You like it? "
His deep, hot whisper took Dismas's breath away, " Ohh– Rey, whisper in my ear again…"
" Hm? " Reynauld smirks.
Dismas's unclipped nails dig into Reynauld's firm, cloth-covered biceps.
"Your voice , fuck …" as Dismas begs him to reverberate his soul, he frees a hand to wrap between the two men's' quivering erections, "Rey– Gods , you're so fucking hot…"
" Yeah? " Reynauld clasps his own hands over them, guiding Dismas along their mutual strokes. Breathing heavier, " You like this, Dismas? "
" Shit …" his fingers curl into deeper divets of his arm, "You're gonna be the fucking death of me."
"Awhh~, I love how you feel on me, Dismas…" Reynauld's grip becomes tighter on them, cracking out a moan from his whispers. "So much, Dismas, so much…"
" Now call me a dirty fucking thief ," Dismas gripped the back of Reynauld's neck, practically hanging off him by the grip of his shoulders and their cocks. His legs had fallen weak from Reynauld's siren call, and he needed more of his kinks to be satiated.
" Dirty thief…" Reynauld had some hesitancy, only wanting to give love and care to Dismas at this moment, but he honored to fulfill his wishes. Nonetheless, that title sparked something…different in Reynauld once he said it. " You reckless bandit… "
" Y-Yeah ?" Dismas egged it on, pulling his clothes harder.
"I can't stand you, you unfathomable highwaymen ," Reynauld tightened his grip with all the strength he could muster, " You deserved to stay on the streets ."
" Mhmm, " God, Dismas couldn't believe he was being turned on by this. "What else, holy man? "
Reynauld's voice went as low as a growl, pulling off of their manhoods and gripping the bottom of Dismas's shirt. In an instant, he popped all of the buttons off their fasteners, causing Dismas to yelp as he exposed his naked torso. Reynauld writhed in the chest hairs that ran along his fingers as he rummaged every square inch of him.
" I'll strip you naked and expose you of your sins ," Reynauld's final message to Dismas before he bites the top of his ear, pulling the cloth off the other man's shoulders.
" Yes …" Dismas was nearly about to fall back on his chair, "Rey, yes , Gods yes!! "
His excitement was unbearable, hard to contain as Reynauld strips him out of his own volition. Dismas wasn't sure if Reynauld was hungry with power or just extremely horny, but either way he embraced it.
Reynauld's rough fingers returned the heat Dismas lost from the removal of his shirt, which eventually fell to the floor and exposed every scar laden across his body. His hands then traveled down to Dismas's ass, firm and plump, dying for a squeeze. Yet no matter how badly Reynauld wanted to, his intentions led them to a different, compromising spot. With his hands to the back of Dismas's surprisingly skinny thighs, he picks him up off the floor with perfect ease.
" Ah- Alright," Dismas giggled, holding on even tighter to Reynauld's shoulders as he went in for more kisses.
Reynauld could barely keep his legs straight, his lips lustfully overtaken and his cock pressed up against another's. He managed to blindly lead Dismas's back in front of the bed, separating their lips with a forceful drop.
" Gods, Rey…" Dismas exhales from the pit of his stomach.
"Too hard?" He poses the question truthfully as if he didn't start yanking Dismas's pants off his legs, rubbing his mystical hands along his bare thighs.
Moaning, "You're amazing, Reynauld…"
"You're amazing," Reynauld takes off the rest of Dismas's pants along with his boots and socks. He stares upon the lean, yet toned body of the highwayman. His chest and abs weren't as defined as his arms, but the way it sank into itself with Reynauld's touch made him fall in love, "You're gorgeous …"
"Fuck, Rey, take your fucking clothes off already…" Dismas, now completely naked, lifts up his body off the bed and holds a hand up at the crusader's body.
His hand guides up to Reynauld's shirt before he pulls it off himself, a swift motion unappreciated as Dismas stared at Reynauld's immaculate body. Corded and bulging with muscle every inch of the way, the knight kept himself fit. Dismas wanted to sink his face into every crevice of the man's abs, lick the sweat off his soft skin. His fingers grazed the various penitent scars dressing his back, feeling every lash he's endured and overcame.
He slid off the rest of the pants that fell below his wondrous cock, showing off his wide thighs and stocky calves. Dismas pulled back the urge to kiss every bit of skin the man held, but he knew Reynauld had a plan once he joined him in the bed.
He kicked off his boots with the last of his clothing, pushing his lips in for another kiss as he lifted Dismas further up the bed. The two's naked, sweaty bodies grinded on each other, pressing skin on skin, flesh on flesh. It took Dismas every fiber of his being to be ruptured by lust before he said this.
" Fuck me, Reynauld ," the confidence from his voice coming from the bottom of his chest made his request undeniable.
Reynauld's dick twitched, "Yeah?"
Dismas's moan curdled as Reynauld pressed his lips into the nook of his neck and shoulder. " Gods, do I have to say it again?"
" Yes ," Reynauld whispered.
"Fuck– Fuck me , Rey!" the thief pulled his fingers across Reynauld's back with all the strength he could exude. "I want that fat cock deep inside me," The thought made more blood rush into Dismas's own, "By all things good, just rut that thing in me! "
Reynauld was sure the whole barracks could hear him, anticipating a knock on the door any minute, but he didn't care. His lips puckered and sucked all across the left side of Dismas's neck, widening his mouth more to sink his teeth in. Dismas curled his grip on the back of Reynauld's hair, moaning harder.
" Awhh~~Reyy," Dismas's voice went an octave higher like he was a teased brothel girl. "I'm fucking begging… "
Reynauld pulled his lips off with a coy smile, "You don't expect me to do you dry, do you?"
Dismas, relieved from Reynauld's attacks, stretches his body up to reach his nightstand. The top drawer held a small vial of scented oil, and as he handed it to Reynauld, he studied the bottle further to read it was a 'loosening agent for a more pleasurable experience'.
"You came prepared," Reynauld grinned, staring back down at him.
"It cost me a pretty penny," Dismas shifts his eyes to the side, "and a lot of weird looks."
"I'll make it worth your troubles," Reynauld picks his back up and comfortably sits Dismas's on top of his corded thighs, uncorking the bottle while keeping perfect eye contact with his partner. The scent of the bottle's broken seal permeates the air, assaulting Reynauld's nose and causing a chill down his spine. The aroma must've been some chemical aphrodisiac, as it brought more heat down to his groin and a smile upon his face. It was an irresistible sensation that he didn't think a scent could cause.
He drips a couple drops on his fingers, rubbing it between his index, middle, and thumb before coursing them down below Dismas's taint. Heat emanated from his hole like fire, yet his warmth was so inviting to Reynauld's touch. He first hooked his thumb in, circling between his inner cheeks until he felt comfortable getting a feel for Dismas's hot flesh. He got knuckle deep until the man grunted.
" Mmm ," Dismas sucks his lips in, pulling his leg in to fight the tightness at his back thigh muscles. The feeling was oddly relaxing until Reynauld wiggled inside him. " Ah~fuck , Rey…"
"Did that hurt?" Reynauld's eyes light up.
"No no no, just…surprised me," Dismas tried to release the tension from his lifted legs. "You can keep going."
Feeling the moist, fleshy inside of Dismas was utterly fascinating to Reynauld, and feeling the hard thumb of Reynauld pressed tightly inside him was utterly fascinating to Dismas. They've never felt anything like it before, already missing it once Reynauld pulled out. It was time for Dismas's next trial, and another test for the oil, as soon his two fingers went in. This time, Dismas writhed .
"Dear fucking lord ," his back arched and twisted the bedsheet under him, fingers gripping Reynauld's knees tight. "Give me a damn warning ."
"Sounds like you've been falsely advertised…" Reynauld teases Dismas's expense for the night
"Give it some time, gods, " he could feel that damn crusader pushing in deeper, those thick fingers stretching him out beyond his perception.
"You like me being inside you?"
His fingers twisted and curled against his internal walls, making him think he was a puppet master by how Dismas's body reacted with every movement. All the man could muster were squeaky moans.
"You want me deeper in you?"
Reynauld pulls his fingers half out, then thrusts them back in with slicked ease. Dismas groaned, then nodded, scratching his nails into Reynauld's pale skin.
"You want me to fuck you?" Reynauld's voice went devilish, like a demon awakened in his heart once he reiterated Dismas's wants.
" Yes… " Dismas bit into his knuckle, feeling his chest curl into itself as his cock whimpered. " Yess~ " He sang, Reynauld thrusting his fingers in a few more times for good measure.
" Yeah? " The submissive voice of the man below him made Reynauld feel powerful. "You want it?"
"I need it," Dismas wrapped his calves around the back of Reynauld's waist, "Fuck, I need you …"
The sentiment danced in Reynauld's mind as something more compassionate than sexual, but all in all, he knew what Dismas wanted. Those eyes were shut behind tight, embarrassed lids, faced away to the side while his hand covered his chin. He was so adorable, yet so sexy. Reynauld needed him, too.
He slowly took his hands off of him and raised it up for another dose, pooling his palm with the magic liquid. He pulled that hand down to grip the star of the show, coating it till it glistened by the warm candlelight. As it absorbed into his skin, all tension fell from Reynauld's shoulders and transformed into lusting hunger, shooting up to the tip of his cock. It took his breath away.
As he reaches over to place the bottle back on the nightstand, the submissive man dances his hands across the body above him. Feeling his warm skin as he pulls across his sides and hips, ready to take whatever the man will give him. But Dismas couldn't deny his heart dropping once Reynauld pulled back to full view, showing him his slicked rod and all of its horrid glory. Dismas couldn't help but think how big it was compared to how little width his own hips had, but the urge to get that thing inside him was astronomically powerful.
To feel Reynauld's warm cock head pressed up against his asshole, the lubricant that coated his insides and outer skin tingling with want–it made Dismas want to savor every infliction on his body. Whether it be pleasurable, painful, or reality-changing, he wanted everything .
" Oh, Rey!!" Dismas yelled through Reynauld's breakthrough, feeling his sphincter recoiling around the man's girth. " Rey , you fuckin'-- Ah!!"
Reynauld pushed further and further as slowly as his body could manage, fighting against gripping Dismas's hips and disrupting whatever nerves he had inside him. His hands instead pulled onto the bedsheets on either side of his lover, his teeth gritting as he groaned, " You're so tight…"
"Ahh~~" Dismas's thoughts went straight to that damn shopkeeper who recommended that dud tincture to him, but once he felt Reynauld at the peak of his limits, his mind was flooded with love. He moaned, "Yes~!! Oh Rey!!"
"Oh Dismas… " Reynauld touched his forehead to his, the inside walls of his ass closing around him. " Dismas… " He felt he was surrounded on all sides by Dismas's warmth, threatened with otherworldly pleasure no man could know anywhere else. His hands gravitated towards Dismas's thighs, wanting nothing more but to serve his body and all its desires.
They couldn't believe this was the first thrust, all their energy sinking away until Reynauld pulled out for a true blow. Dismas dug his nose into the crusader's neck, wrapping his arms in a restrictive clutch like he was being put through a thrill ride. He curses from the bottom of his soul as Reynauld plunges in with maddening force.
" Aaghh, FUCK! " Dismas cried, wonderfully pleasurable pain breaking his nerves and outstretching his toes.
" Dismas~... " Reynauld couldn't stop calling his name, every sense he had was overtaken with Dismas. He would forget even his own name if the man didn't call back to him.
" Reynauld! " That crusader kept thrusting, numbing Dismas's mind. The only thing active in his body was his pumping heart, crying out to him, wanting more.
Reynauld pulled Dismas off from his neck and pressed his trembling lips onto his, wanting him to shut up so his body was the only thing he could retain. He massaged his fingers through Dismas's hair, so soft and short yet so easy to pull into his grip. So easy to subdue him, push him further into the bed, so he could never escape. Reynauld wanted domination.
"You conniving rogue ," he pushed himself in harder, picking up the pace as his heaving voice quivered, "why did I let the likes of you accost my temptation! "
" AaAGH!! " The pressure put upon Dismas's body was heightening, his cock sandwiched between their large bodies pleading for attention. He reached under Reynauld's sweat-dripping abs to pleasure himself further, tears coming to his eyes from the relieving bliss.
"Thou make me weak… " Reynauld mumbled verses through his ramping thrusts, causing the headboard of the bed to slam against the wall, " Thy flesh pulls me to hell… "
" Fuck, keep going!" Dismas had no idea what was going on with him, but his voice brought him to all his wants. His cock was leaking out, the mix of their sweat and his precum slicking up every tight stroke. The fear of it almost being over twisted his chest, but he wanted it so badly. He's sure dazed Reynauld knew by his begging cries and his dragging nails picking at his back scars.
" Gods be good to me by morn, " Reynauld slowed down his pumps and pressed his hands against Dismas's chest, his eyes focused on how his body slowly rocked with his every lustful force. Drool dripped down and struck the man's tan pecs, making Reynauld realize how much of an animal he was. His primal instincts took his thumb and spread his thick saliva over one of his partner's nipples, making sure he didn't leave any part of him unsatiated.
Dismas squealed. He's never been the type for nipple play, but somehow this man's touch caused that to null. Before he could even ask for more, Reynauld wet his other thumb and rotated it around the second nipple, his cock squeezed in harder by Dismas's tightening reaction. " Shit, crusader…" Dismas smirked.
"Mmm," Reynauld closed his eyes, feeling the rush of Dismas's grip diffuse through him. He pressed his nipples harder, "Light, why make man so tantalizing?" His cock rammed deeper into him, wanting his whole body enveloped in the heat. "Why make this demon so irresistible? "
" Rey… " A demon…Dismas could get used to that, " Punish me… "
Dismas rubbed himself harder, squeezing his head with the pressure of his thumb and index finger, loving the feeling of the secretion coming out the slit.
" I…am a sinner ," He bit the knuckle of his thumb, trying not to resist the overstimulation Reynauld was putting on his nipples.
"Yes you are…" Reynauld snarled, feeling his brink. " Yes you are… "
Dismas couldn't contain a moan with Reynauld's fingers curling into his back, his thumbs moving and gripping his tender sides. Sharp pains sent up his ribs, Reynauld's battlefield strength was going to make a mark on him.
And soon enough, the intensity of their intercourse was ramping up again.
"Oh Reynauld! " Dismas screamed past his bite. "Oh fuck, Rey!" The pace matched the jerking of his cock, "You feel so good! "
" Dis… " Reynauld grit his teeth, his strength and composure harder to maintain with every thrust. The embodiment of temptation pulling onto him each time he tries to escape, reeling him in with lust and debauchery. His mind screamed at him, convincing him this was wrong, forbidden, which only riled him up more. Such a taboo , he'd be frowned upon by the church for indulgence, possibly exiled, and he loved it. That risk put him to the edge.
Dismas's legs were shaking, his jacking hand going weak. He could feel it coming, he was meeting the end.
A heavy grip meets the sides of his head, then a hardy moan sings to his ears " Dismas~ "
" Oh , Rey…" Dismas takes the hand out of his mouth and on Reynauld's cheek.
" Dismas~? " The man claws against Dismas's hair as his hips rush faster, harder.
" Rey… " Gods, his eyes. He could see stars in his eyes.
Their thighs were slapping together, skin on skin echoing through the closing room as the two felt darkness take them away.
" Fuck , I'm gonna–" Dismas's head is thrown back as Reynauld yanks him by the hair.
" Dismas–!" His entire body quaked as his hot breath filled the air between them. "Dis– MAS!!"
Then Reynauld sat up, moaning.
" Aaa!! " His slicked cock was exposed to air once again, his veins pumping with hot blood as he spills out all over Dismas. " Ah-ahahhh "
" Fuck you!! AHh~ " He joins Reynauld's cum with his own, his orgasm cursing the man for shooting his seed on him and giving him such a satisfying display. His hips jolt as he reaches its end, his breath quivering from his beet red face. He knocks the back of his hand over his eyes, trying to catch a semblance of reality.
They'd finished.
" Agh… Rey…you…"
"Sorry…" Reynauld speaks through the haze that still filled his brain, "L-Let me get you a rag."
But Dismas didn't let him get away so quick, his hand snatched firmly on Reynauld's goosebump-ridden arm.
"Hold on, ya prick," his voice made Reynauld's heart drop right down to his stomach. " You did this to me."
Reynauld gulped, "I-I know–"
" You clean it off."
The command of all things made Reynauld confused, knowing that if Dismas had let him go he would've grabbed a rag to clean him off anyways. Then he reiterated.
"Lick it off me," Dismas pulled Reynauld closer, switching the grip from his arm to his face. "Go on."
Reynauld's cheeks went redder, unsure of what's going on. What's gone over Dismas? Was he in trouble? He refused to ask any of these questions out loud as he leaned his face down carefully, seeing the splatter sink into the divots of Dismas's rising and collapsing stomach. Reynauld sucked in his breath, then went to work.
The coagulated semen terribly salted Reynauld's tongue, yet he savored every sinful drop like he was tasting the Garden of Eden. Each swallow dried out his throat, pulling his needs in for more. He wanted Dismas to be proud of him, praise him for ingesting his release, but he just started laughing.
"R-Rey, I wasn't being serious ," the man cackled, pulling Reynauld's drooling mouth up off his body. "Of course you coulda cleaned me up with a rag, I don't care."
Reynauld sucked his lips in, eyes wide. He felt he was made a fool.
" Ohh , come on, Reynauld," Dismas pulled the man's face up closer. "Give me a kiss."
The embarrassed man wiped his damp lips with the back of his hand as he met them with Dismas's, so sweet yet so dubious.
"I hate you," Reynauld smiled, his shoulders lightening up.
"Ay, but you liked it," Dismas laughed as they faced each other, joined together on the bed and laid on their sides. "Are you mad?"
"A little," Reynauld lays his hand on Dismas's shoulder, caressing along his arm, "but I had a good time, so I'll let it slide."
"Heheh," Dismas lays his cheek on his hand, leaning his body up against his bent arm.
They both look at each other, smiles decorating their flushed faces. Their bodies were fully relaxed from their love making, only leaving the warm, tiring aftermath. Their stares last for a few more long seconds until Dismas asks a question that's been burning his brain.
"So what was all that praying about?"
"Oh Lord… " Reynauld rolled his eyes and faced his body away from him, looking towards the ceiling.
"I-I'm serious," Dismas laughed, "Kinda weird to be saying prayers during sex-"
"I could say the same for your degrading name calling," Reynauld rebutted with Dismas's own kinks
"Hey, that is hot," his face goes red, "The Light isn't."
Reynauld chuckles, "To each their own…"
"Does praying turn you on??" Dismas kept fighting his fight, "You sick zealot–"
"This stays between us," he wanted him to stop calling out Reynauld's inner desires, "along with everything else tonight."
He reached his hand out to drag along Dismas's chin, feeling the slight stubble pass by his fingers.
"I had an amazing time…" that crusader's sweet smile warmed Dismas's heart.
"Me too," Dismas leaned in closer, inching his lips in for a kiss, "One of the best nights of my life."
Reynauld's smile transfers to Dismas's soft lips as the feel each other's hot skin, caressing each other's arms and chests.
"May I stay the night?" Reynauld pulls off for a moment and speaks into Dismas's mouth.
"Of course," Dismas strokes along the back of Reynauld's hair. "I'd love that…"
"I love you…" the heat of the moment aroused Reynauld's internal thoughts out loud.
Dismas blinked, color drained from his face, "You love me? "
"Everything about you…" Reynauld closed his eyes as he spoke through his heart, "there's so much to love."
"In that case," Dismas brought his thumb towards Reynauld's beard, "I love you, too."
They both smiled, somewhat relieved their hearts were on the same page. They breathed in each other's breath, dense with exhaustion and compassion. Their bodies stuck together, limbs tangled, as they were exposed to the open air. The room went darker as the candle kept burning, the night filled with energy, explorations, and confessions coming to an end.
Dismas reached under them and covered their exposure with a heavy blanket, leaving their bodies for themselves and themselves alone. He then tilted his head up and kissed Reynauld's upper cheek, trying to say his good nights, but found he was already knocked out. Dismas smiled, pulling in closer and laying his hand on Reynauld's cheek. He played with his facial hair, the texture of each strand between his fingers giving him odd comfort and coaxing him to unconsciousness.
The world came to a halting silence as the two rested their heads and capped an end to their satisfying night. Their satiations met.
"Satiation pt 1"
"Satiation pt 2"
