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“If the encroaching Dead Zone continues expanding at its current rate, there are several key moves Solaria must make to stave off monsters. Firstly…”
Eiden stares at Dante’s lips as he speaks. Those firm, strong lips are always barking orders. Eiden imagines how they look all scrunched up in pleasure. The faces Dante pulls when he’s about to cum. Eiden loves seeing him like that, loves the way it feels when Dante is inside him. Railing him hard with that wrought iron cock. Such a beautiful thing. If Eiden thinks about it too long his chest starts to ache and his mouth waters. His stomach boils with a craving for that cock until he can barely stand it…
“Secondly, there is of course the matter of the depleting oases. We are asking Klein to…”
The more Dante talks, the less Eiden hears. He’s going to agree to whatever Dante wants, anyway. There’s no reason not to. He trusts Dante knows what’s best for Solaria and that Dante would not try to pull one over on the Light Kingdom. Giving in to his demands is a low-stakes endeavor. Besides, Edmond is there and he will advocate for the king accordingly.
Eiden has better things on his mind.
That sturdy, handsome, lordly face. Dante is the epitome of royalty in his looks. Overbearing essence matched with a tight body that simply can’t be beat. No comparison. None whatsoever.
Eiden loves Dante’s body and he thinks…
Has he been showing it enough love? Has he ever really given it the care it deserves?
Sure, Eiden has let Dante go to town on him. He’s blown the guy, he’s spread his legs for him countless times. But is that enough? When Dante is fucking him, does Dante ever really get the chance to let go? To let himself be consumed by pleasure, forgetting who he is, and living in the moment so completely that he can finally, finally relax? All the way?
Has Eiden ever given Dante that luxury?
Truth be told, he doesn’t think so. He thinks that, in the most unjust way, he has been taking advantage of Dante. Of that beautiful cock and steel figure. Eiden has been selfish.
And selfish is not his style.
Lately, more and more, Eiden fantasizes about a different way of having sex with Dante. One that puts Dante underneath him. On the receiving end. A Sun Lord turned pillow princess, getting his brains properly fucked right out of his ears.
That is the kind of pleasure that Dante probably needs in the worst way. That he might never allow himself to ask for. That Eiden is suddenly dying to give.
“…Are you listening to me, Grand Sorcerer?”
A set of serious eyes fixes Eiden with a glare. One smoky, one turquoise. Eiden knows what it feels like to be pinned under those eyes—just as well as he knows how to worm his way out of their hold.
“Yup. Uh-huh, yeah. Totally listening.” He rests his chin on his hand and smiles at the Sun Lord. Implying his true thoughts without a care in the world.
Dante catches the look and sighs. “Your artifice is as paltry as your seduction.” He clicks his tongue in disgust. “As usual.”
However, he is impervious to Dante’s salvos at this point. The insult bounces off him like a pebble against a wall of steel. He keeps grinning.
Edmond, sitting with a group of knights, clears his throat. “If we could get back to the matter at hand…”
Dante shakes his head and agrees. “Yes. Let us focus on urgent affairs.”
The words should be a kind of scolding for Eiden. But they’re not. If anything, they encourage him further.
Dante’s official visit to the Light Kingdom will only last another day.
If he works fast, Eiden can put his plan into action within that time. For sure. It’ll take some skill. But what is Eiden's skillset, really?
This. Specifically this.
So he’s up for the challenge.
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It all started the preceding morning.
“Edmond, if you move your hips like that, you’ll make yourself cum too fast again.”
“I—ah! I can’t—c-can’t—help it—!”
Eiden had finally managed to convince Edmond to spend the morning in bed with him. This was a truly great accomplishment, worthy of heroes and kings. If Edmond agreed to stay the night at all, Eiden counted it as a win. To stay the night, and then spend the whole following morning falling back into each other’s arms again and again? What was this, Eiden’s birthday or something? Incredible!
By this point, Eiden was balls deep inside Edmond. Edmond was bent on all fours, big ass thrust up high for Eiden to pound. He really lost himself when he got into this position. Eiden was starting to lose it too. The slide of his cock in and out of Edmond’s hole, as always, was too intoxicating. If he stared at it any harder he was going to blow his load right away—
Suddenly, the door to Eiden’s bedroom slammed open.
“Is it too much to ask the supposed Grand Sorcerer to get out of bed before noon—? Eh—?”
With a shriek, Edmond kicked Eiden square in the stomach and dove under the blankets to cover himself. A seriously hard kick! Eiden fell off the bed backwards, landing right on his ass. Sprawled, awkward, undignified, naked as the day he was born, on the floor of his own bedroom.
Rubbing his tender stomach, dick still kind of hard from the amazing sex, Eiden peered up at the imposing figure in the doorway. One very stunned, very speechless Solarian Sun Lord.
Dante’s jaw hung open. His eyes glazed over with a sheen Eiden had never seen before. A wetness born from disbelief and, also, notably, a kind of…
“So, uh, you ever think of knocking?” Eiden asked. He carefully filed away what he had seen in Dante’s eyes. He would think about that later. For Edmond’s sake, he needed to recover quickly. “There’s a reason the door was closed, you know?”
Embarrassment broke through Dante’s veneer. He stammered, realizing what he had done. Unable to say anything clearly, he just closed the door. Exiting the room as swiftly as he arrived.
So that happened.
It took Edmond exactly three hours locked in Eiden’s room to recover. Eiden had to reassure him constantly that it was okay, it wouldn’t be a big deal, Edmond’s reputation wasn’t ruined. Yes, maybe some of the servants had seen, too. So what? No, Dante wasn’t going to disavow relations with the king because of this. No, Edmond didn’t have to abandon his post as Vice Captain. And come on, no, it wasn’t all Eiden’s fault! He didn’t ask Dante to come in like that! There was no reason to banish Eiden to the Dead Zone and force him to live out his days in solitude. That was way too harsh!
When bedraggled, out-of-sorts Edmond finally emerged from the bedroom, Dante was waiting in the hallway. All that time, he waited. He immediately apologized. To Edmond, of course, not to Eiden.
“Vice Captain, let me be the first to apologize. I should not have walked in so brazenly. That was unworthy of both our stations.” Dante put a sincere hand on his own chest. “I didn’t know…but then, it was not my place to know. And it still isn’t.”
Edmond was as red as a cherry. His cheeks were still blotchy from the tears he had shed. But he had to accept such an earnest apology. Especially from Dante, whose position was highly valued in Klein, and whose opinion Edmond respected on a personal level. Doubly so because Dante was normally so loath to concede an apology.
So Edmond swallowed hard, visibly stuffing down his shame. “I accept your apology,” he said. “However…”
Dante wanted to hear what conditions came next. “Yes?”
Edmond cleared his throat. “Well. I see that this was nothing but an unfortunate turn of events. However, I could never, under any circumstances, allow your opinion of me to be altered in any way.”
“No, no. Of course not—”
“To that end, I ask that you please never speak of what you saw. To anyone. Least of all to me.” Edmond paused, gathering strength in that striking way he had. An ice-storm brewing underneath his composed exterior. “And don’t you ever, ever think less of me.”
Both Dante and Eiden could feel the first licks of that ice-storm inherent to Edmond’s nature. They unconsciously shrank in the face of it.
Remembering himself, Dante held out a hand to steer the conversation. Grounding them. “You have my solemn vow, Vice Captain. No such words will ever leave my lips. And no previously held beliefs in my mind will change. Not because of this. Something like that, how a person takes their sexual pleasure, is…inconsequential.”
It is.
Wait—it is?
“Your value to me and Solaria lies in the trueness of your word, and the virtue of your conduct. Which, from past to present, has all been satisfactorily honorable in my eyes.”
Edmond was taken aback by such honesty. He bowed gently. “Thank you, Sun Lord Dante.”
“Thus,” Dante concluded, seeing that he had regained control over the conversation. “I would not have you imagine that any of our future interactions will be colored by this. I will forget what I have seen. We need never mention this again.”
Edmond was quick to agree. “Rightly so,” he said. “Then let us speak of it no more.”
Suffice to say, Eiden was hugely impressed. On several fronts.
First of all, these two managed to solve a conflict! With words! Eiden was so proud of them. Dante and Edmond were such upstanding guys. They’re in their positions for a reason!
Secondly, they were both willing to overlook some embarrassing sex stuff. For Edmond it made sense; he was so mortified by the whole thing he would be quick to forget it all happened. But for Dante…
He had seen Edmond in a compromising position. Did he mean what he said, that such a thing as sex was ‘inconsequential?’ That seeing Edmond in a submissive way didn’t change his opinion of Edmond at all?
That was fascinating to Eiden. He thought Dante had all kinds of hang-ups about sex and sense of self. And well, he obviously did. However, there was discernible truth in the Sun Lord’s words.
Hadn’t he proved that line of thinking already? Dante held begrudging respect for Eiden—that much had always been true. It was clear in the way he spoke about him when Eiden was not around, in the kinds of tasks he entrusted with Eiden, in the stiff writing of his letters. Dante respected Eiden for his power as the Grand Sorcerer, but also for who he was, who he had proven himself to be as a person.
And Eiden had done all kinds of crazy, lewd shit to Dante. Dressing up as a Solarian bride and sucking his dick was one thing. Then there was another time with a pair of stockings and lace garters, that also involved a particularly durable soap sponge…so yeah. Lots of things.
If Dante still respected Eiden after all that—after proclaiming time and time again how lewd Eiden’s body was—then he must hold true to the idea that sexual antics held no bearing over his opinion of a person.
Which made Eiden think. And think, and think.
Did that extend to Dante’s opinion of himself?
Eiden remembered that sheen in Dante’s eyes. Beyond the initial shock, under the embarrassment and surprise, there was…curiosity. Interest . Maybe even longing.
Something caught Dante’s attention. That’s for sure.
Was he jealous? Did he want to be the one fucking Edmond? The two of them often spoke with the familiarity of warriors at the same level. It was pretty cool to watch. So was that it? Did Dante want to be Eiden’s place, fucking Edmond on all fours?
For some reason, Eiden had a feeling that wasn’t it. Sure, Dante would never turn down the chance to have sex with Edmond (who would?)—and probably Edmond wouldn’t be so quick to turn down the opportunity either (because come on)—but it wasn’t the same type of longing Eiden saw in those lordly eyes. Not the deep-rooted, urgently-spilling-to-the-surface kind of need.
So then…
It must have been the other way around.
Dante was imagining himself in Edmond’s position. Getting fucked by Eiden.
Now, now. Before Eiden let his ego explode, he needed to think about this carefully. Why would he assume that, of all things? That Dante—the undefeated Sun Lord—was secretly curious about being on the bottom? Well, first of all, it was no big deal to begin with! The sexual hang-ups on Dante’s end, whatever they may be, were all invented. Anyone could want to try any sexual position and it didn’t mean anything! That’s the truth.
But for Dante, a person who had been forced by immutable constraints into a position of the highest power at a young age…wouldn’t it be nice to take all that power away for once? To let it go, by choice? To put it down and let someone else pick it up?
It would. Fuck, yeah, Eiden could imagine that would feel really good.
If Dante was watching Edmond do exactly that—rest his control in Eiden’s capable hands—it made sense that he would relate. He saw Edmond as an equal. If the Vice Captain could allow himself to be overtaken, then Dante could perhaps want the exact same thing and it wouldn’t mean that he was any less of a ruler or any less in control.
Dante feared weakness. Eiden knew that. He feared losing the ability to do what he needed to do for his kingdom. He would push himself to whatever extreme as long as it meant he could keep his people safe and prosperous. That’s what he did.
So the real question was not whether Dante wanted it, but would he allow himself to want it.
Not an easy thing to do.
However…
Eiden’s heart fluttered at the idea. Dante wanted a turn on the bottom! Of course! Didn’t he deserve at least that much?
He did. He so deserved to have it.
Eiden would give it to him. His fluttering heart turned into adamant resolve. He would definitely make sure Dante got what he wanted. Whatever was in his eyes, that desire. Eiden would satisfy it.
For sure. He would.
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“As long as you’re here anyway. It won’t take too long.”
“Hmph. Is this really necessary?”
Is it?
Nah.
But Eiden will still waste Dante’s time with it.
“I promise it’ll be quick.”
He takes Dante’s hand and leads him through the labyrinth of corridors in Aster’s mansion. It took Eiden a long time to get familiar with the layout around here. This path, the one to the steam room, is unforgettable though.
The steam room is one of the best features in the whole mansion. A lot of the other clan members have partaken in its luxury. Not Dante, not yet. Until now.
The Sun Lord glances around the tile and wood walls. “So this is it?”
“Yup. This is the mansion’s hidden gem.” Eiden immediately starts undressing himself.
“…Tch. I see you have no reservations. Unsurprisingly.” Dante rolls his eyes, but starts taking off his clothes all the same. He is not shy about showing his glorious body (nor should he be!). And of course, heat doesn’t scare him.
Rather, he seems amusedly concerned for Eiden. “Tell me. Did you prepare yourself for this?”
Eiden slips a cotton robe over his naked body. “You mean like drinking lots of water beforehand and that kind of thing?”
Shucking his shirt, exposing the rolling plains of his exquisite chest and back, Dante nods. “Yes. Of course. Steam therapy is no casual thing. The body must be adequately prepped before entering an environment of extreme heat, even for the purpose of luxuriating. If you don’t take precautions, you could very well succumb to heatstroke in your own home.”
“Yup. I had a few extra glasses of water with dinner. I’m all hydrated and ready to go!” Eiden flexes his bicep and smacks it for good measure. A silly gesture that will no doubt make Dante…
Turning his face in disdain, Dante sighs. “I suppose that’s good enough.”
“How about you?” Eiden asks genuinely. “Will you be okay in there?”
Dante smirks. “I’ll be fine. I am, after all, very used to such conditions. My body is a lot more durable than yours.”
Yeah. Eiden is kind of counting on that. If Eiden is going to make Dante seriously relax, he has to be hot tonight.
Really hot. Hot enough to melt the sun.
It’s a tall order. But the prospect of a challenge makes Eiden’s stomach ripple in excitement. This is the thrill he has being with Dante. The thrill of going head to head. A kind of banter. A match. Dante is the most competitive person Eiden knows. Whereas it might be exhausting on others, the way Dante flaunts his competitiveness with a kind of easy arrogance…it’s enticing. To be sure.
Even more enticing when Eiden entertains the idea that he could show Dante something new. Something he’s never experienced before.
He steals a glance at the Sun Lord’s small, tight butt. Too toned for its own good. There are indents on each cheek from the curvature of Dante’s muscles. Eiden likes to fit his heels into those grooves when Dante is plowing him. They make for a good point of leverage.
But seriously, that butt is so, so cute. Has it ever been touched? Teased? Played with? Eiden shudders to think the answer is no. What a shame!
That butt has not gotten the attention it should. Poor, under-loved butt.
“Seen your fill?”
Ah, Eiden’s wandering eyes got caught. Well, he wasn’t being subtle.
“Not yet,” he says sincerely, fighting the urge to get down on his knees and plant a kiss on Dante’s ass. “I could see a little more, actually.”
Dante tosses a scowl over his shoulder. “Truly insatiable…” He whips a robe onto his body, unceremoniously ending Eiden’s viewing session. But before he gets into the sauna, he takes his arms out of the sleeves. The top half of the robe dangles around his hips while his torso goes free.
Eiden purrs in satisfaction. He lost the butt, but this view isn’t bad either!
They sit across from each other in the steam room. On opposite benches. Cuddling in a sauna is…not as cute as it sounds. It kind of hurts to be touched when the heat is that high. Eiden prefers his space and he’s sure Dante does too.
“Remind me why coming here was entirely necessary before my trip back to Solaria.” Resting his head against the tile wall, Dante’s usual regal aura subsumes him. Even the steam defers to him, swishing around his figure without occluding him. As if the water vapor is too afraid to touch him.
“Like I said, you’ve never had the chance to experience Aster’s steam room for yourself. If not now, then when?”
“Hmph. As you know, I have saunas in my own palace. And certainly no shortage of luxuries. Why does this one require my attention?”
Eiden shrugs, despite the fact they both have their eyes closed. “Sure, you have your own saunas. But not this one. This one is special. Don’t you think? How’s it feel by you?”
It takes a moment for Dante to respond. Is he trying to accurately rate the steam? Or is he choosing his words carefully so as not to flatter Aster too much?
“It is…adequate. Surprisingly so. I’ll give the old vampire that much.”
Eiden will take it! “Nice. Glad you like it. After this, I’ve got something else for you.”
“Something else?” Dante peeks one eye open. “Like what?”
“You’ll see.”
After a heavy pause, Dante clicks his teeth. “What do you have planned? I know that look.”
“What look? My eyes are closed.”
“It’s not about your eyes. Your whole body reeks with that…that way you have.”
Eiden smiles. “Oh yeah? What ‘way’?”
“An air of devilry. No doubt.”
‘Devilry’ is one way of putting it. Honestly, Eiden isn’t even offended. He does have big plans tonight. He had to think about his moves beforehand. Nothing wrong with being prepared, right?
And if that’s devilry, then yeah. That’s it.
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When they finish with the sauna, Eiden pours both him and Dante a tall glass of water. He wants to show that he’s taking Dante’s advice seriously. First of all because it’s good advice, and second because he cares about Dante’s opinions. A lot, actually.
And he wants Dante to know.
Their eyes meet over the rims of the glasses. Eiden doesn’t hide his sultry expression. A look he’s given Dante many times before.
Dante surveys the look with passive interest. He doesn’t do or say anything right away, but his eyes don’t leave Eiden’s face.
Eiden wants to kiss him so bad.
He sets his glass down and grabs Dante by the elbows. Making sure the Sun Lord sees every move telegraphed ahead of time, he leans in and pecks him on the lips. It’s softer than he expected. He wanted to be cute, maybe. But instead that kiss comes out passionate and sort of slow. Their lips cling together towards the end.
A fire springs to life between them.
“Come here,” Eiden purrs. “Lay down.”
He takes Dante by the hand. There’s a long chaise lounge at the far end of the room. He helps Dante lean back against it, stretching those limber legs out so he can lay down comfortably.
Dante is suspicious, but of course, unafraid. Amusement lights his eyes. He feels the same way about Eiden, that there’s a competition going on. It excites him too.
“What’s all this, hm?” Dante’s voice is a low rumble. “What are you trying to do?”
Eiden gets some massage oil from the nearby cabinet (this steam room really has everything; there’s a reason it’s one of his favorite places). “I’m trying to make you feel good. That’s all. You’ve been working so hard. Why not loosen up a bit.”
Dante takes a deep breath. A hint of weariness slips through his schooled expression. He really has been working hard. Not just today, but every day.
It must be so draining.
He sighs as Eiden pours oil over his chest. The oil slides between the lines of his muscles, searching for the secrets of the Sun Lord’s body. When Eiden begins to rub, Dante closes his eyes.
“So. This again?” He settles back against the couch, giving in to the gentle pull of Eiden’s hands. “Are you supposed to be my butler once more?”
Eiden grins at the memory. “Sure,” he replies. “I can be your butler again. Please give me your orders, O Mighty Sun Lord, so that I can properly service you.”
Dante hums. He likes that fantasy. They’ve done it a few times.
Maybe tonight they try something new.
Eiden’s slender fingers tickle the underside of Dante’s pectorals. Slippery and smart. Dante gasps.
“I could be your butler,” he says. “Or I could be your Clan Master. I could show you the cunning ways of my sorcery, what makes all the clan members yield to my potent will.” His voice drops a few octaves. “You’ve been waiting for your master, haven’t you?”
That definitely is a new one. Dante frowns, still rocking unconsciously against Eiden’s hands. “Hm? What nonsense is that?”
Yeah, of course that wasn’t going to work.
Eiden straddles Dante’s slender waist. He lowers his face until his lips are almost touching Dante’s ear. He sighs once, sensitizing him, then rubs his nose along Dante’s cheeks.
“Or, if you like…” He uses his regular voice, barely above a whisper. “…I could just be Eiden and you could just be Dante. We could be two guys alone in this room together. No Sun Lord, no sorcerer. Just you and me.”
For a moment, Dante is honestly taken aback. Eiden is being very tender with him tonight, and it’s not their usual dynamic at all. There’s a sense of earnestness here. Artifice coming down. Eiden is smiling, touching Dante so gently, kissing him like a precious thing.
Dante doesn’t know how to respond.
Eiden kisses down the slope of his face. His hands find Dante’s abdominal muscles and knead them promptly. These abs are so fucking tight. Dante needs a harder touch here. The thumbs do most of the work. At this point, Eiden knows Dante’s muscles very well. He knows what he likes.
His face rests on Dante’s chest. He is eye level with one perky brown nipple. Oh, these nips are more sensitive than Dante lets on. Eiden breathes on it heavily, panting. He’s getting way too excited staring at these little guys. You’d think the Sun Lord’s nipples would be prominent, permanently hard, and strong. In actuality, these nipples quiver against Eiden’s breath. When Eiden noses one, Dante grumbles and twists his hips. He always tries to pretend that nipple play doesn’t affect him as much as it does.
But Eiden can see the tent in the bottom half of Dante’s robe. That hefty sun rod. It’s up and ready to play.
Eiden should apologize to that cock before they start. He feels bad for it. His plan is to tease that thing tonight, more than he probably should. That cock is not going to get its satisfaction right away and that’s…well, it might be disappointed at first. It’s always a little impatient.
But Eiden promises he’ll make it right. That cock won’t go unloved tonight. Or any night. That’s a promise he can keep.
He wraps his lips around Dante’s nipple and fondles it with his tongue. Like teasing a single chip out of a cookie, precise but unrelenting in his work. Dante groans and tosses his head back. The tent between his legs gets bigger, bumping against Eiden’s stomach. It’s already pulsing.
Eiden decides it’s okay to flirt a bit. “You’re more aroused than usual, huh. What’s up? Did all that gentle stuff really turn you on?”
“Tch.” Dante sneers, but his eyes won’t stop twitching under Eiden’s dauntless sucking. “Don’t flatter yourself…”
“Just making an observation.” Moving to lavish the opposite nipple with attention, Eiden runs his oiled hands over Dante’s knees. Then up, up. To his powerfully toned thighs.
Eiden kneads those thighs while he sucks. Dante is overtaken by pleasure and he lets his head roll backward again, forgetting to put up an argument. Eiden’s hands are too knowledgeable. They suss out each chord of muscle and massage it into submission. The sauna beforehand really helped. Dante’s normally unyielding body is turning into soft pudding against Eiden’s fingers.
Heat radiates from the meeting point of Dante’s thighs. That stiffness between his legs. It vies for attention, long and proud, showing itself off like a peacock in need of being seen. And yeah, it’s hard not to want to look at the thing. Dante’s cock is seriously beautiful. From base to tip, a work of art. Somehow reflective of everything Dante is, a glimpse at the truest part of him.
Eiden lifts the hem of Dante’s robe so he can stare. Ah, yeah. There it is. This seriously delicious cock. Right on cue, Eiden’s mouth begins to water! He runs a fingertip up the length, entranced as usual.
Dante smirks triumphantly, regaining some posture. “You can’t help yourself, can you? You’re always like this, as soon as you see it.”
“I’m trying my best,” Eiden says, unable to look away. “It’s just, yeah. Your dick is amazing, dude. I mean, you know that.”
He doesn’t mind complimenting Dante. It doesn’t feel like conceding ground. It’s just the truth! Dante should know how glorious his cock is. End of story!
Yet that impressive rod trembles. Flattered by the statement. Wet at the tip.
Oh, wait. Does Dante really not know? Does he harbor any kind of doubt about his image or his parts or anything about himself at all?
That’s a shame too!
Eiden cups Dante’s face in both hands. Without hesitation he descends on those lips like he needs them to live. He kisses Dante hard, pushing his head back into the couch. Dante’s large hands fly up to Eiden’s shoulders, unsure what to do. Because Dante is, as much as he might try to deny it, very susceptible to kissing. So much that Eiden is cautious about how often he uses this to his advantage. He doesn’t want Dante to get too self-conscious and reject the idea of kissing altogether.
But tonight, no. None of that caution. There’s no room for self-consciousness in the urgency of Eiden’s movements.
Dante can only be swept away.
When Eiden finally pulls back, only to let Dante breathe, the Sun Lord’s eyes are hazy with a helpless kind of lust. A glimpse of the same longing Eiden saw the other day. An overwhelmed look that Eiden is finally able to put a finger on.
Submission. Oh, it’s so cute! So beautiful and deeply masculine. On Dante, submission looks like a prize only the chosen few ever get to see.
Eiden glances down at Dante’s cock and sees a line of pre-cum dripping down the length. Dante got so excited during that kiss his cock started weeping. He really is sensitive to tenderness. That’s his weakest point.
Eiden won’t let it go to waste.
He drops his face into Dante’s lap and immediately licks the line of pre-cum. It’s salty and musky, undeniably human in a way that never fails to get Eiden going. He licks Dante’s cock with abandon, sucking at the tip between long, indulgent laps.
“Ah…hnh!” Dante’s breath catches in his throat. His abdomen muscles coil with pleasure and he bucks upward into Eiden’s mouth.
Normally he’s not so forthcoming with his enjoyment during a blowjob. But this time his defenses are frayed. His balls twitch against Eiden’s chin. They’re already eager to unload. Eiden cradles them delicately and rubs the soft skin, encouraging them to relax.
Relax, relax. Let me handle everything.
“Ha…ha—nnh! Nnh!” Dante is breathing heavily. His cock jolts over and over in Eiden’s mouth. Surprising itself with how good it feels. Dante’s dick can sometimes be a stoic thing—until it’s cumming all over you without a hint of warning. This time is different. This time it’s being inundated with pleasure that it can’t withstand secretly.
That cock can only jerk helplessly while Eiden drags him towards the edge.
“Ah—Eiden! Eiden, that’s—wait, I’m—!”
Eiden knows Dante is about to cum. In the first half, the Sun Lord really doesn’t have a lot of stamina. He usually needs to get one off first before he can get down to play for real. So this first orgasm is probably about a hair’s breadth away. It never takes him long to get there.
Still, Eiden doesn’t want Dante to cum yet. So he lifts his head, watching Dante’s reddish manhood twitch in midair, seconds away from release.
“Let’s slow it down, yeah?”
Dante is unable to catch his breath. His eyes are conflicted. In a way he seems relieved that he didn’t cum—that orgasm would have been intense and it certainly would have taken him beyond the boundaries of his control, a frightening thing—and in a way he seems sorely disappointed. Denied relief. Sometimes it hurts to be so close to an orgasm only to yank it away. Eiden knows that feeling.
It’s okay, though. Eiden is about to make him feel even better.
“Get up for a sec,” he says. “On your knees.”
With a questioning look, Dante kneels on the chaise lounge, towering over Eiden.
Eiden laughs. “Not like that. I mean the other way. On your hands and knees.”
At that, Dante rebukes. “What in Solaria’s name are you thinking?”
“I’m going to eat your ass a bit,” Eiden declares, not needing to hide anything. “It’s going to feel great, promise.”
“What the—have you surrendered to depravity at last—”
“Come on, come on. Just trust me.” This will feel better if they capitalize on the moment!
Eiden places Dante’s palms on the couch. He settles in behind him, planting both hands on the Sun Lord’s deviously slender waist. Seeing what Eiden is driving at, Dante slowly acquiesces. He gets into position on his hands and knees.
Holy shit, that worked! It didn’t even take that much prompting. Just a throbbing cock in need of an orgasm and a night where boundaries are off the table.
This is awesome.
Eiden grabs two fistfuls of Dante’s ass. It’s small! Smaller than Eiden imagined. The globe of each cheek doesn’t quite fill his hand. But it’s so muscly! Like a soccer ball made of steel. If Eiden slapped this ass, it wouldn’t even jiggle. Damn, he should massage Dante’s ass more often. It has to be uncomfortable sitting on something this stiff!
It takes a small amount of actual strength to pry those cheeks apart. But it’s well worth the effort. Because when Dante’s royal hole is revealed, oh man. That purply brown pucker. It winks in Eiden’s face, trying to close itself in modesty. So adorable and yet somehow regal at the same time. Eiden has never seen Dante’s asshole up close before, and boy, he’s really been missing out.
“Oh my god, Dante, you have such a cute asshole. Why have you not let me play with this thing before now?”
“D-don’t speak so obscenely, you—ah!”
Eiden doesn’t want any more back and forth. What he wants is to make this asshole tremble in pleasure. So that’s exactly what he does.
He buries his face in Dante’s ass and attacks that hole with his tongue. It’s delicious, as expected. Eiden’s eyes roll back in his head as he licks, losing himself to how good it feels to suck this hole. While he does, Dante’s voice rises several pitches higher. He is moaning in a previously unheard voice. Somewhere between a trill and a whimper.
“Doesn’t it feel good?” Eiden asks between licks. “Come on, moan a little louder for me. I like it.”
“Ei—den! You—! Ah! Ah ah ah!” Dante whirls his head around with a snarl, but he is quickly overtaken by the pleasure of the assault on his hole. His fingers dig into the chaise lounge, his toes curl in ecstasy. His jaw hangs open. When Eiden licks him harder, Dante can no longer hold back the high-pitched sounds spilling from his mouth.
“Yeah, that’s it! Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Dante!” Delirious with glee, Eiden works a finger into Dante’s ass alongside his tongue. That stiff digit works as a counterbalance to Eiden’s loose, wet mouth, creating a dual sensation that drives Dante up a wall.
“Nnh—huh, Eiden! Eiden, you—that, ah!” Dante’s elbows are trembling with the effort of holding himself up. His strength is giving out in the face of this pleasure he’s never experienced before. He wants to drop his torso down and push his ass back into Eiden’s face, but…that would be so unlike him, so obscene…unworthy…
Humming contentedly, Eiden reaches around to Dante’s front where that unfulfilled cock hangs. He wraps his hand around it. A cautious amount of stimulation. Heat and friction in a place that’s dying to be touched—
“Oh!” With an undignified groan, mouth curled in the shape of a circle, Dante drops onto the couch. The last holdout of his strength is gone. The omnipresent need to orgasm overtakes him and he sets aside things like pride and appearance. He needs to cum. That’s all that matters at the moment. His cock aches and his asshole is in a bizarre kind of heaven. More pre-cum drips onto the couch.
He can also feel…very, very strange…some wetness gathering in the back…?
“Yeah, there you go,” Eiden encourages. “You feel that?” He rubs his fingertips into the slick gathering around Dante’s asshole. “That’s what happens to clan members when they want to get fucked. Happens to me too, honestly, I’m sure you’ve noticed. Holy shit, Dante, I’m so glad you got to experience it for yourself!”
Lost in a daze, overwhelmed by too many unfamiliar sensations, Dante can only shake his head. “What are you…going on about…?”
To demonstrate, Eiden sticks some more fingers into him. That hole is nice and loose now. Opening itself up. So, so ready. Eiden plays with it, twisting his fingers, swirling them around. He wiggles them inside, riling up the walls that must be so sensitized with the essence from his saliva. Every movement makes Dante howl between clenched teeth. His ass clenches hungrily around those fingers.
Eiden strokes Dante’s cock, bringing him back to the edge with little effort. His strokes make Dante go wild, pushing himself backward on Eiden’s fingers while he works his dick against Eiden’s hand. He’s desperate to cum. That much is obvious.
But Dante really needs is…
Eiden quickly drops his hand and pulls his fingers out of Dante’s ass. Depriving him of stimulation at the pinnacle of his pleasure. That mighty cock is deep red and those balls are throbbing! A tap to the head of Dante’s prick would probably make him cum at this point.
Not yet, not yet!
Dante’s knees give out from under him and he emits a strangled sound. The Sun Lord has probably never been denied like this before. Maybe he edges himself in the privacy of his bedchambers, but. Somehow Eiden doubts it.
So this is another new sensation for him.
“Dante…” Eiden coos in his most coquettish voice. “I want to put it in.”
Somehow, in his haze of arousal and need, Dante manages to ask the most confused question of all, “Put what in?”
“My dick.” Eiden takes his length in hand and wags it in front of Dante’s face. “This thing right here.”
Dante scoffs and closes his eyes in disgust. But he can’t quite manage to turn away completely. “You son of a bitch.”
“What? It’s just a cock, Dante. You put yours in my ass all the time, don’t you?”
Blinking rapidly, Dante clicks his teeth. “Yes, but…”
“But what? Don’t you want it?” Eiden strokes his dick up and down. The fleshy sound of it catches Dante’s attention. Mesmerizing him.
“It’s normal to want to be fucked every once in a while,” Eiden explains, stroking himself without shame. “Switching is pretty common. Me personally, I like being on the bottom and on the top. And for you…”
Eiden kisses Dante’s forehead. His heart is bursting with love for this guy. This stubborn royal that’s really so, so soft. Eiden just wants to give him the time of his life.
“Dante, I’d love to give this to you. So you can experience it and get off real good tonight. That’s all I want.”
Dante sucks in a quiet breath. He can sense the honesty in Eiden’s words. On his face, in the glistening of his eyes, is the same look he had when he stumbled upon Eiden and Edmond. That soft submission. That silent curiosity.
If Dante is letting that much escape, then the desire underneath must be very strong.
Eiden knows that. He knew it all along. And he wants Dante to know that it’s okay. That he’s allowed to want it. That Eiden won’t think any less of him for wanting it, and there’s no reason to stop himself from the curiosity.
“If you put that…thing…in me…” Dante’s eyes quickly assume a simmering edge of haughtiness. “…Then you better make sure you know what the hell you’re doing.”
There he is.
Eiden smiles so wide his cheeks hurt. He growls in Dante’s ear, “Oh, don’t worry. I know what I’m doing, babe.”
“Hmph. I’ll be the judge of that.”
“Fair enough.”
With that, Eiden rubs the tip of his cock against Dante’s hole. He wants to give him a sense of how wide it is and how it’ll feel going in. The head slides in the wetness pooled around Dante’s entrance, creating a tantalizing, slippery sensation.
“Okay so far?”
Dante nods. “Yes, yes. I’m not some delicate thing. Just…nnnh…”
“Just what?”
The Sun Lord’s face softens as the head of Eiden’s prick nudges him again and again. His eyebrows turn up in the middle. Redness dusts his cheeks. His hole flutters in anticipation. “Just…put it…”
“Mmhm…” He’s almost there!
“Put it…nnnh uh…p-put…” Aggravated with himself, Dante roars like a lion. “Put it in already!”
Granted a sanction, Eiden does as he’s told. He thrusts inside Dante with full vigor. He plants his knees firmly on the couch to give himself as much stability as possible. His goal is to really ram this guy tonight…
But oh, okay. Okay…this is…
“Tight. So, so fucking tight!” Eiden’s hair stands on end! His eyes are about to burst out of his head! Jeez, this guy is unreal! Is he alright? How has he not snapped Eiden’s dick off yet?
Although the sensation feels like an impossibility, Eiden takes a moment to recognize his accomplishments. He’s inside Dante. They did it! And Dante is…Eiden peers around to get a good look at his face.
Dante is biting his bottom lip. Tense in the shoulders. Tense all around.
Not good.
“Breathe, babe. You have to keep breathing. Does it hurt? Or…?”
Dante shakes his head. “Doesn’t…hurt…”
“Then relax. I won’t go too fast, okay? Just keep talking to me. Tell me everything. I want to hear it, promise.”
But Dante doesn’t take that advice. He doesn’t even say one word. Of course, that only makes things more difficult.
Eiden is a little worried that even with all the preparation, Dante is just too tight to fuck. Too rigid and uptight. Rocking his hips feels like wedging himself onto a too-crowded subway. Making room where there was none, is none. Forcing a space into existence with sheer willpower.
He rubs Dante’s pectoral muscles to help him relax. He wags his hips in a circle. He pinches Dante’s nipples gently, rubbing the stiff peaks that emerge. He walks Dante through the memories of their night together. His fingers dance along his abdomen, massage his toned thighs.
Eiden’s hands are familiar, aren’t they?
Miraculously, little by little, Dante’s hole begins to loosen. He exhales a shaky breath and with that expulsion of air, some space opens up. Eiden fills the space eagerly. He pushes himself deeper inside so Dante can start to feel some pleasure. Dante’s sweet spot is around here somewhere. Once they reach that point, then…
Eiden rocks his hips with the patience of a saint. In and out, in and out. Every breath Dante takes makes more room. Soon enough, Eiden can bury himself all the way in. If he keeps rocking…
“Ah!”
There.
Eiden angles himself in such a way, making sure to hit that same spot with each inward thrust. Sure enough, Dante’s hole ripples with pleasure.
“How’s that?” Eiden asks, teeth clenched. “Feel good?”
Surprising them both, Dante nods.
“Oh, hell yeah it does. Hang on, it’s about to get even better.”
Eiden picks up the pace. He fucks Dante for real now, driving into him doggy style like he always wanted. Dante’s breathing becomes erratic. He can’t keep his measured breaths because it feels too good! The muscles in his body are turning to jelly. His hips go limp against Eiden’s thrusts. He tries to ground himself by gripping the couch, but it doesn’t work.
He can’t find solid ground. Eiden is moving too fast! Every inward breath only heightens the sensations until Dante is going out of his mind—
Crumbling like a tower, Dante finally melts. He gives in. He lets it go. The need to cum has risen inside him again with tremendous fury and he can’t hold back. He drops his head low and lets Eiden plow into him. Inversely, the relinquishing of his power only makes him feel hotter. With every last concession of will, instead of feeling defeat, Dante feels a new rush of pleasure.
This isn’t a competition. It’s a meeting of bodies. An answering of needs, long hidden, that might never have seen the light of day under different circumstances. This is a tender acknowledgement of truth. A soothing yes .
“Yes…yesss…yes…!” Dante doesn’t realize he’s shouting.
Fortunately, Eiden is there to hear it. “Yeah!” he answers. “Yeah! Oh god, yeah! Hell yeah!”
“Yes—ah! Eiden yes! Ei—! Ei—den!” Drool pooling at the corner of his lips, Dante is dragged back to the brink of orgasm. It doesn’t start in his cock this time, but from somewhere else. Somewhere deep inside him. A place so intense it’s frightening to behold.
But Dante doesn’t fight it. He rides it. He lets the feeling grow in his belly until it bursts out of him in a hot, wet rush.
When he cums, his eyes hurt from rolling so far to the back. He doesn’t know what comes out of him, what sounds he’s making. He’s lost to the moment, loose and vulnerable.
Eiden is ecstatic to see Dante blow his first load! He’s close too, won’t be long now. They’ll both keep going afterwards, though. No way either of them will be satisfied with just one orgasm.
In fact, Eiden is going to keep this going as long as he can.
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It’s hard to say the actual number of rounds they get. Dante cums so many times he starts cumming dry in no time, Eiden can’t keep track of that. He doesn’t even try. He just does what he knows he needs to do: Give Dante’s hole the loving it deserves.
Of course, Eiden goes until he can’t anymore. Three orgasms is really his limit when he’s on top. Even that is probably due to the magic of essence or whatever. It doesn’t feel like a normal, sane amount.
Not that he’s complaining.
After it’s all done, Eiden finds a towel and rubs them both down. They’ll need a shower as soon as they can, but. Their muscles are too loose to imagine walking all the way to the baths. So instead, Eiden makes a pile of their robes on the floor and steals a few pillows from around the room. Makeshift bed. Until they have enough strength to move.
The first thing he asks, tugging Dante into a smooth embrace, is, “You okay?”
Dante rests against Eiden’s chest. He sighs. “Perfectly fine. Why do you ask.”
“Um…” Does Eiden really need to explain why? “Just that I want to make sure it wasn’t too intense for your first time on the bottom…”
“What makes you think I haven’t had that before?”
Eiden jolts into a sitting position, tugging Dante along with him. Stars fly out of his eyes, beaming with fascination. “Have you?!”
A blush dusts the Sun Lord’s cheeks. He closes his eyes and turns away. “…No,” he admits. “But there was no reason for you to assume.”
Deflated, Eiden flops back down on the pile of robes. “Right, right. So back to my original question. Are you okay? How was it, really?”
It takes Dante a long time to answer. So long that Eiden starts to think he never will. Sleep pulls on the edge of his thoughts and he begins to doze off.
Then, a full twenty minutes later, out of nowhere, Dante says, “Your performance left much to be desired. So as not to be disappointed, I would be amenable to…trying again. In the far future, perhaps.”
Keeping his eyes closed, Eiden wraps an arm around Dante’s waist.
“You got it.”