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The first things to ever elude Varka’s lips, after what felt like hours upon hours of complete silence, were a sigh and a complaint.
“Lohen, please,” he breathes out, “you aren’t even supposed to be here.”
Which is not incorrect by any means. Varka would have thought Lohen was to be stationed somewhere else, supposedly ‘writing’ his own set of mission reports. Or, more frankly, he was supposedly threatening oh no, he meant kindly asking somebody else to pick up a pen and write some observations on his behalf.
Yet apparently not? As right here and now, Lohen lies down on the desk, partially nude from the waist down, with only his left leg adorned with a pant and a boot. His weight and perspiration press onto the poor papers Varka had checked and signed a while ago, with legs spread wide open, his feet almost touching the corners of the long desk. With that, alongside his hand grasping tight on a bright blue cord, his true intentions were as clear as the day filtered through the dusty windows.
“And you were supposed to resist me as soon as I put the leash around your neck,” Lohen coos, twirling the cord around his gloved hand. “Yet here you are.”
A soft, low chuckle escapes from Lohen’s mouth as he tugs on Varka’s leash, eliciting a whine from the older man. Those devoid twilight eyes crinkle with fondness as he gazes upon the other’s—blue and glossy, and filled to the brim with a need he knows he cannot resist.
Indeed, no matter how much Varka tries to deny it, deep down he is aware of how Lohen’s words ring true. How they are also not incorrect by any means.
He had paperwork to finish and responsibilities to fulfill as the one and only Grandmaster. But when Lohen arrived earlier unannounced, not once did he even bother to tell him off or assign him any new duties, as he has every right to do as a knight of a superior ranking. Not once did a single reprimand ever get said out loud, even as the younger one was starting to get bolder and more provocative with his actions.
Perhaps Varka was simply too focused on the papers he had to take care of, lest he have Jean finish the work he started in the first place, which he would not want at all. He’s had enough of the guilt eating away at him for every moment he stares down at what should just be mere stacks of unsigned parchments.
Yet in those same moments of ‘fixation,’ another sense of guilt devours him. He has tried to ignore the times Lohen has stripped a layer of his clothes, taunting the other man with honeyed whispers of his name, accompanied by knowing chuckles. Well, he tried to; no matter how much he had closed his eyes, envisioning an alternative scene where Lohen was not grinding his tender flesh over the growing bulge inside his pants, deep down he was aware of how he was already too far gone.
Lohen laughs at him as he bites his lips, amused over this pathetic-looking animal he has successfully caught in a trap once again.
“N-nothing else aside from reports?” Varka only bothers to ask right when he is already ensnared and trembling. “No bad children for you to horrify, and no monsters for you to hunt down? That’s… quite the rarity to see.”
Lohen thrums, noises coated in a flavor of utmost confidence, before making his reply. “I simply don’t have enough energy to do those things,” he says, “but I know just the way to get it back.”
Varka whines again as the collar’s pressure tightens around his neck, and this time Lohen ensures he can barely pull himself back. The younger knight’s gloved hands rest on the other’s head, clawing through his scalp until he grabs a fistful of golden tresses. With only one harsh pull, he ensures that Varka could not set his gaze upon anything else but his cunt—dripping and aching, desperate for a tongue’s warmth and starving touch.
“Lohen,” Varka pleads, “Lohen, we can’t—”
“Ah, ah, ah. You know good boys don’t lie.” The younger knight chuckles as he pulls on Varka’s hair again, his folds throbbing over the other’s whimpers acting as his favorite song.
“Aren’t you supposed to be happy I’m about to give you some food?” Sapphire eyes look at his partner in need, and Lohen himself is happy that his words, once more, ring true. “Your eyes tell, and they tell me you’ve been hungry for a while.”
He then gives a gentler push against Varka’s head, directing the older one’s panting mouth towards his needy pussy. “So don’t be afraid,” he urges. “Go on, puppy. Eat your fill.”
And there is that. With his master’s commands as a surefire signal, the pet eventually lets go of all his inhibitions. He no longer harbored concern; he yearned for the other’s essence above all else, realizing the futility in disregarding the emotions of his tormented spirit.
So knowing all that, a pair of burly hands gently caresses Lohen’s body, hoisting him by the waist, leading his sopping cunt to where Varka’s lips are so he could have him to himself as he sits up straight. With little to no hesitation holding him down anymore, Varka immediately goes for it, his lips enveloping every inch of his partner’s swollen, tender slit.
It does not take long for Lohen’s gaze to retreat, eyelids sealing shut, as the visage of this famished, deprived Grandmaster captivates his thoughts. Right away, he falls in love with the sensation of a tongue licking the slick off his folds, its tip grazing mildly against his aching clit. It is a sensation that leaves him quivering in place, thrusting his hips and grinding his pussy on Varka’s face so he could have—
“M-more,” he begs amidst a low groan, tugging onto Varka’s hair to make him keep going. “More, more— don’t you ever stop— ah, fffuck—!”
The master demands, and the pet complies.
In this very moment, Varka could no longer bring himself to deny it. He is indeed a ravenous man, longing for his fill, and blessed to ever receive the best one he could ever hope to consume. His emptiness even drives him mad, to the point where he barely takes a pause in sucking the flavors out of Lohen’s wetness. He lifts his head away for merely a couple of seconds to take a short breath, then returns without hesitation as soon as he takes in the air.
Lohen could go mad as well. And perhaps he already is, with eyes continuing to roll to the back of his head and drooling, laughing lips forming a contented grin while Varka indulges in him with great fervor. “Please, please— fuck, I want more—” he begs, pleads, and prays, much like an avaricious sinner kneeling in front of Barbatos’s altar. “I need more, I need you— oh, fffuck— such a good boy, what a good boy you are—!”
Good boy, good boy, good boy. Two words are all it takes to amplify Varka’s desires. He clenches on Lohen’s thighs way firmer than before, his fingernails burying themselves into heavily sweating flesh as he intensifies the pleasure by inserting his tongue deep into the other’s sodden hole.
While one of Lohen’s hands pushes the back of Varka’s head, clutching onto a handful of his golden locks, his other hand wrapped with the leash’s cord holds onto one edge of the table, sometimes scratching the wooden surface with his covered nails, while he gets his pussy wolfishly devoured by this frenzied dog of his.
Then the climax arrives to send shockwaves beneath his moist, warm skin, and he bangs a wrist on the table surface, every hit yanking the older man’s neck towards him. “Ffffuuuck—!” Lohen moans out, gasping and panting as he rubs his cunt all over Varka’s mouth, drenching the latter’s face with a fountain’s worth of squirt.
“Varka, Varka— ah, aaaahh—!” he screams at the top of his lungs while his body moves erratically, with legs trembling as his orgasm imbues the table and the other man’s clothes with his bliss. And when it is all over, he comes crashing down, gaze fixed at the ceiling with glossed, half-lidded eyes, mouth drawing in the deepest breaths he could ever need.
Varka then finally lifts his face, showing just how soaked he has gotten from taking all of Lohen’s juices with nary a second thought. He looks up, worried arcs forming in his brows as he remarks, “Well, that was loud.” Then after that, a sigh follows suit. “We’re actually gonna get caught by the others at this rate.”
“It’s not my fault that you made me feel amazing,” replies Lohen, mirth emitting from his wet lips while he moves his hand, going from roughly yanking on his locks to softly resting his concealed palm over Varka’s incalescent face. Then he speaks, almost in a whisper, “Such a good boy you are, eating me out like you’re told to, making me feel so satisfied… what a good, obedient boy…”
Those two certain words, once again, trigger something within Varka’s entirety. From the moment his ears take in the other’s dulcet murmurs, he starts to embody the nickname given to him. True to the ‘title,’ he whimpers much like a dog, pressing his cheek and rubbing its warmth against Lohen’s glove.
“D-don’t say that.”
“Oh? And why shouldn’t I?” The sudden plea prompts Lohen to raise both his brows, his expression a perfect blend of slight disappointment and utter intrigue. “Don’t you like being called a good boy?”
“I do, but…” Varka’s breath hitches, signaling him to pause and think his response through. Yet no matter how much he attempts to reconsider, the cravings of his heart guide him to the journey he has forever longed to traverse. “…If you keep saying that, I might… I will become needier, more than I already am, more than I would want to show.”
Lohen’s subsequent quietness is not because he is speechless over the older man’s confession. Rather, he buys himself time to resist his need to smile and to stifle the giggle threatening to spill out of his mouth. Yet alas, he knows his urges are too strong to ever be inhibited by such restraints. He allows for his joy to ring inside Varka’s ears until he feels the heat of the latter’s face increase even through the thickness of a glove.
“Ah, too late. I can already tell you already want to ask me for something,” Lohen teases, then he dares to inquire, “Tell me then, what is it that you’re so needy for, puppy?”
Varka lets out an exhale, unable to take it anymore. Sensing Lohen slightly loosening his hold around the leash’s cord, he finally stands up, then looks down to witness his bulge desperate to pop out of his pants. Gasping a little, he grabs onto it, his grip emphasizing its sheer size.
“You’ve been so good to me, and I feel like returning the favor,” says Varka. In other words, as Lohen interprets it, he wants to let the younger knight devour him as well.
True enough, Lohen does burn with the same need he provoked out of his ‘puppy,’ and he could sense the entirety of him heating up from head to toe. He slowly moves one of his sore legs, enduring and even relishing in the pain, if only to lightly brush against Varka’s bulge with the tip of his boot.
“No one’s stopping you. I certainly am not,” Lohen quips. Soft thrumming could be heard from him as he lightly kicks on Varka’s dick tightened around his pants, prompting a small whine from the latter. “If you want to shove your cock in my mouth so badly, I’d say you go for it.”
After a few stutters, Varka asks, “Are you sure about that?”
With no second-guessing whatsoever, Lohen responds, “Look me in the eyes, and try to ask me again if I’m sure.”
A hesitant gaze locks onto a determined, unwavering stare, and from there an answer is decided upon. Varka has no need to even inquire further, knowing how willing Lohen is to go through this whole endeavor.
Which brings the younger one to huff after observing those blue eyes veiled with moisture. “By the Archons, you look so damn pathetic I can’t help but feel pity,” he comments. “Just go to the other side and pull that out already, will you?”
Varka does as he is told, moving to the side of the table where Lohen’s head is. With his ‘master’s’ command, he finally allows his cock to breathe, unbuttoning his pants and letting his erection rest on the other’s face. “You’re really sure you want this?”
“You dare doubt me still?” replies Lohen. “I’m not that cruel of a man, you know. My puppy’s in dire need, and it’s his master’s responsibility to make him feel better, right? So why not let me tend to you?”
Even without lights accentuating the gradient colors of Lohen’s eyes, Varka could still determine that he is a hundred percent willing to go through all of this. That he means what he says. With few words for rebuttal coming up in his head (not that the rush of blood flowing through his dick helps in any way), the puppy relents to his master’s requests.
“If you say so,” says Varka, taking half a step back, readying himself for what is about to come. “Alright, fine. I guess it’s your turn to eat your fill.”
Varka lowers his gaze and takes in the spectacle of Lohen adjusting his own position, ensuring that his head hangs off the edge of the table. Then his mouth, shaped in an exhilarated grin, opens wide to make room for Varka to shut him up with all the inches of his cock, molding his throat with its shape.
And that he does. Varka stretches Lohen’s lips with only two of his fingers until he could finally sink down into it, feeding the latter with every single inch, not one ever wasted. Oh, how he cannot help himself; he thinks he will only fall more in love the more he watches this certain scene unfold in front of him.
Throughout all of his life, he has listened to many melodies. He had a plethora of favorites he had gathered for more than four decades, to the point where he has them embedded inside his mind. Sometimes he even finds himself humming or murmuring them in the moments when he is all alone, with only his bottles and glasses of wine as his company.
Yet perhaps none of them could ever compare to this new masterpiece—the sound of Lohen gagging as his mouth grips around the other’s girth, coating it with thick spit in every virile thrust.
Lohen’s earlier words never fail to ring true. If Varka knew this kind of blessing is what would await him by the end, then he would not have held back at all. He lets out a moan over this epiphany, over the squelching sound of Lohen’s desperate lips. Oh, how he cannot deny that he longs to ruin it even further.
He does so, setting a quicker rhythm while he continues to plunge himself into Lohen’s small, tight mouth. He fucks it as if it were the other’s sodden, hungry pussy, his cock huge enough to form a bulge poking through the throat.
Indeed, Varka no longer holds back.
He is kind enough to pull out every once in a while, of course, to let Lohen catch his breath every now and then. After all, it is also a good way to feast his eyes on the younger one’s undone face, covered in his own drool. However, as soon as the right time arrives, Varka immediately enters back inside, savoring the sight of Lohen gagging and drowning in his own spittle before he could even think of a goading phrase meant to provoke the older man.
In one of Varka’s thrusts, Lohen pulls on the leash for one last time, prompting the former to lean forward and push his hands against the messy table surface. When he lowers his head to take a gander at Lohen, he sees him completely letting go of the cord to grab onto those hips so he could keep that dick warm within his soaking mouth.
Even with all his earlier taunting about ‘his puppy’ being so needy, Lohen himself is no different. For in every moment that Varka withdraws himself, the other tugs on his body, urging him to keep going.
“Who told you that you could stop?” Lohen asks amidst his heavy breathing. Before he takes every measure of Varka’s cock again, he pleads, “Don’t you dare fucking stop, puppy— I need you— I need more of you—!”
What a vulgar display, Varka thinks to himself. But it only makes his body burn more in ravenous want.
As he tilts further forward, Varka fixes his stare towards Lohen’s legs rubbing onto each other, trying to pleasure himself in some way through the cloth of his one pant leg touching his tender flesh. Thankfully for him, his dearly beloved puppy would not allow things to stay like that.
After spreading those legs wide open, Varka’s fingertips trace along the in-betweens of Lohen’s folds, coating them in slick. Then after a few, he opts to bring his fingers close to one another, intending to give a few pats on Lohen’s swollen cunt. With the feeling of rough fingers brushing against his slit, the volume of the younger knight’s gagging amplifies, reverberating through the whole office.
Varka is not even entirely sure of what to do next. Deep down, he ponders on whether he should stretch that hole and thrust his fingers within that sopping cunt. Or if he should just keep slap— slap— slapping Lohen’s pussy after every few circling strokes on his aching clit until he trembles all over.
Varka chooses the second option, and eventually Lohen tugs on the former’s waist to keep that dick in its place as he thrusts his hips in a quick and unsteady upward motion, an orgasm washing him all over.
Varka would have wanted to turn things around and be the one to tease this time. Cumming just like that, Lohen? He thinks to himself, wanting to speak of such things out loud. But sadly for him, he is not any better; the prospect of making Lohen quiver in his legs and obtain his climax through simple touches and smacks makes him want to reach his peak as well.
At long last, Varka groans as his cock pulsates and he empties himself inside Lohen’s mouth, pressing his hips against that ruined face to stain the walls of his throat with a thick, hot white. Then he pulls himself up after what felt like a couple of minutes to him, indulging himself in the image of viscous cum and drool connecting his cock to Lohen’s tongue.
“There you go; you got what you wanted,” Lohen manages to breathe out. “Hope that satisfied you, puppy.”
Varka continues to look down, taking note of the spectacle he had just made. Lohen was wet and messy and utterly beautiful that way; he could not resist the urge for his dear heart to feel aflutter. “It did, as much as I seem to have satisfied you,” he speaks, then safeguards Lohen’s face in a gentle grasp, wiping the blend of cum and drool away with his thumbs. “Well, I hope. I didn’t go too far, did I?”
The young knight scoffs upon hearing such a phrase. “Don’t you underestimate me, old man,” his teasing words are clad in a twinkle of amusement. “You know I took it so, so well.”
Varka tilts his head to the side. “I wasn’t even trying to? I was simply worried.” An exhale follows afterward, a sign of him conceding right away. He lacks the temperament for arguments, not this time. “Ah, whatever. At least you liked it. And at least...?”
He pauses for a few, recalling one of their earlier exchanges. Something about Lohen’s usual set of activities within a day? “At least you finally got enough energy to do what you normally do?”
Lohen remains silent for a while, offering no response, merely blinking his eyes as well as shifting his gaze towards the multitude of objects leaning on the wall. Only after the passing of several seconds does he smile, and knowing him, it means that the answer is going to be—
“Not quite.” Ah, knew it. “Now go to the other side again for me.”
As much as Varka carries a heavy toll of hesitations, he knows better than to tell a lie to himself. He knew he could hardly resist the allure of the other’s enigmatic charm, wrapping him with an irresistible fire, sparked through the use of a leash and an affectionate nickname.
So he moves with compliance, making his way to the other side as he has been told. Even without further command, he lays out his still-erect dick on Lohen’s flat stomach, now able to visualize just how far it tends to go. Ah, he exhales, his clutch on the waist growing tighter as soon as he observes his length cover every inch of the younger one’s abdomen.
“Oh?” Lohen heightens the pitch of his voice, astonished at the spontaneous action. “I didn’t tell you to do that.”
“You didn’t,” Varka confirms, “but I guessed you would be saying that later on, anyway.”
Lohen breathes out, the air shuddering in pleasant surprise. He licks his lips before he coos out, “Good job on figuring me out, puppy.” Afterwards, he widens the distance between his legs, aligning the tip of Varka’s cock to his entrance, then spreading his wet folds with his clothed fingers. “For that, you should get a good reward.”
By the Archons, if Varka truly were a dog, he would already be squirming and whining with a large tail tucked between his legs. “I... I can’t believe myself,” he huffs. “I have every power to refuse you. But no matter what, I could never seem to.”
Lohen’s unfettered hand seizes the leash, deftly winding its cord once more. “You don’t even have to wonder why that is,” he chuckles, then draws Varka closer. “It’s because you’re a good boy. You’re my good boy. Isn’t that right?”
An ardent heat rushes through Varka’s cheeks, coloring his face in a deep, hot red. “Yes... yes, that’s right.”
Lohen transfers his other hand from his slit to Varka’s cock, carefully pushing its head inside his pussy. “S-say it in full,” he bids in the midst of a barrage of whimpers. “Again, puppy. I want to hear those words out of your mouth.”
“I’m... I’m your good, obedient boy.”
“Again, while you’re putting that big cock deep inside me.”
Varka repeats, “I’m your good, obedient boy,” before finally inserting all his inches, letting Lohen’s tight walls hug him with their wet heat.
“F-fuck yes, puppy. Yes, you are.” Lohen tugs on the leash to make Varka’s head almost hit the mess on the table, only releasing his hold to press the back of the latter’s head, ensuring that he stays put. Then he speaks in a whisper, his mellifluous voice permeating through the other’s right ear, “Now do as I say, and ravage me like there’ll be no tomorrow for us. Can you do that? Will you do that for me?”
The sentence echoes in Varka’s mind like a broken record, a mantra, or a desperate prayer, and it’s enough to make him abandon most of his reason, giving in to the urges of his craving soul. So he pulls out his dick until only the head remains, only to surge back inside with relentless vigor.
And just a single, strong hit of such a long and thick cock against the sweet spot is enough to make Lohen roll his eyes and see the stars.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck— yes, yes, puppy—!” Lohen gasps and yells out in utmost pleasance, pushing and scratching on Varka’s back until his fingernails protrude from their cloth and draw out drops of blood, acting as if there truly was no tomorrow for the both of them. He pours his heart into his voice, his sounds of rapture reverberating throughout the entire room, perhaps potent enough to penetrate the small gaps between the windows and their frames.
Without a single instruction prompting him to act, Varka leans his body forward to muffle Lohen’s noises with a lingering kiss, his tongue reaching deep and intertwining with the other, tasting the salted mixture of thick drool and semen from earlier.
As soon as the kiss breaks, Lohen inhales sharply before exclaiming, “I... I didn’t tell you to do that...”
Varka then retorts, “You didn’t, but you needed to keep quiet. If you keep being that loud, then we’ll only get in trouble.”
“Aw, still worried about that?” Lohen stirs laughter within his constant moans. “Then you really should’ve stopped me from the very beginning.”
“I’ve told you I can’t, no matter how much I thought of doing so,” Varka breathes out, emphasizing his comments from way before. Time and time again, he has to remind. “I can’t. Not when you insist on calling me those names and gripping on my cock with such a t-tight— pussy—!”
Varka lifts himself, breaking away from Lohen’s embrace to strengthen the force of his thrusts. And Lohen outright yells from the increased level of intrusion, with that cockhead threatening to penetrate through his cervix any time now.
When Lohen tries to get himself steady by holding onto the scratched table edges like before, he moans out, “I— and you wonder why I— f-fucking scream like a bitch when you move like that—” A gaze brimming with tears of joy locks onto Varka before he continues. “Because your long, fat dick— is making me—!”
He has no need to finish the sentence. One look is all it takes to discern just how Lohen feels so enthralled by the sensation of Varka’s cock pushing through him, wanting to crush his womb and later fill him with a bounty of seed until he leaks a whole waterfall of ivory from his hole.
Lohen spreads open his slit with his ring and forefinger, the middle circling on his nub with added friction from the glove’s fabric. “Oh— fffuck, puppy, look— look at what you’re doing to me...”
“I’m ruining you,” Varka replies, “as my hungered soul’s always wanted me to.”
“Yes, you are— you’re breaking me so badly—” Lohen whines. “You’re such a good boy, the best boy— with the best dick I’ll ever— have—!”
Lohen raises his head until its limit while he thrusts his hips upwards, a sopping orgasm washing over him without a word prior. The noise of gushing liquid overpowers even his loudest groans, fountains’ worth of squirt spilling throughout the floor and most of Varka’s precious clothes.
And even as he stops squirting, he still moves erratically, closing his legs with knees touching one another. “T-too much... dammit, Varka... this is too much...”
Knowing that he is about to reach his own climax any time now, Varka reassures, “Hold on a little longer, alright? I’m... so close too...”
Mere seconds pass, and then he makes one last shove in Lohen’s tight cunt, emptying himself and spilling hot white seed deep inside until it could no longer take any, remnants splattering on the floor to create small puddles.
When it is all over and they have finally caught their breaths, Varka pulls out, and the viscous fluids easily fall down from Lohen’s pulsating pussy like a large wave.
“What a damn mess we made...”
“But I’d say it’s worth the trouble, right? Thanks to you, now I feel like I’m finally raring to go.”
“Only after a few minutes of rest, that is,” Varka points out, holding onto the young knight’s shivering legs for emphasis. “You wouldn’t want to be limping on your way to the nearby monster camps.”
“As if that doesn’t add thrill to the fights,” Lohen quips, “and as if it’s not your fault too in some way.”
“Ah, whatever. You’re lucky I don’t feel like arguing with you right now.”
Lohen chuckles before making a last request. “One more favor, please? And then you can go.”
“And that would be...?”
“Just... clean me up.” Lohen taps on his crotch to divert Varka’s attention to his loosened pussy, filled to the brim with the latter’s cum. “Oh, and the whole place too, I guess.”
“Didn’t even need to tell me. You think I’m planning to get scolded?”
Well, about that—
Before he could even grab some cloth for tidying up, a knock on the door resonates. “Grandmaster, are you alright?” A familiar feminine voice rings through on the other side. “We’ve been receiving reports of strange noises coming from your office...”
Varka stares at the door, mortified, petrified, and Lohen attempts to stifle his laughter as if he were not a part of the problem.
“Would you look at that? Didn’t need to plan it after all.”
End.