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That scenery was the absolute opposite of the gray, cold climate of the Valdelobos mountains: the sky was a vibrant blue, the sea breeze would smoothly caress one's skin, and the sound of the waves breaking against the rocks would serve as the perfect background noise.
“Do you like it, Mr. Kennedy? My beautiful summer villa? “ Salazar's voice sounded calmer, stripped of the tension he would usually have.
Both of them were at Salazar's summer manor, located in Majorca, Balearic Islands. The construction was an ancient building built in a romantic style with a privileged sea view. They were both relaxed on sun loungers by the pool, admiring the silence. Then Leon sighed, breaking the silence that settled between them; that sunny, luxurious place was at an entire world of distance from everything he was used to. Then the agent yawned; not in a bored way, but like a cat that finally could relax.
Ramon wore a black and white, hot pants-styled bikini; on his face, there were elegant lady-like sunglasses and a floppy hat on his head. Leon, on the other hand, had a more laid-back style: the open shirt revealed the skin that tanned beautifully under the Spanish sun, highlighting his abs and chest, the latter where his top surgery scars that were faded by the time were.
“Not bad, really.” Leon jested with a small smirk. “Who could tell a lil' creature like you would get out from his den and enjoy some vitamin D for once!”
“My, my, Mr. Kennedy… If I'm some 'lil' creature' for you…” Ramon did some air quotations, “What are you then? My personal bodyguard or a guest that can't take his eyes from my stunning beauty?”
“ Tsk… You're really thinking you're all that.” Leon chuckled.
With a quick move, the blonde agent stretched his arm and took the hat from the tiny man's head. Ramon, being outraged by the audacity, Salazar got up, and without hesitation, he sat on Leon's thighs and looked at him, with his lips almost brushing on the taller man's.
“They never told you it's impolite to take away other people's belongings”
Then, the younger man broke the distance and kissed him. His small lips were full of hunger and sweetness, yet carrying a sensual spice that the older man couldn't explain. It had a love-struck urgency that Leon's former lovers never demonstrated. Feeling the dominating urge within him, he lowered the kisses towards his neck, where he left a possessive biting mark, as if affirming his territory.
When Ramon returned to his chaise lounge, the sound of their labored breathing was interrupted by heavy and rhythmic footsteps. It was the Verdugo, he approached himself, showing his insectoid body, stripped of his usual cape and under the scorching sun, the Exoskeleton shone hastily.
“Señorito… Aquí está su sangría.” his guttural voice echoed, weirdly polite for a monster trained for killing, maybe it was a remnant of his former butler life.
Leon listened to those heavy steps approaching with a huge sigh, and the executioner placed a crystal jar full of sangria on the small table with a delicacy that bordered on comic. Fearing that his sharp claws, made for breaking skulls, would smash such a fine artifact. Leon hurried to serve two glasses.
“Thanks, I guess.” said Leon, still processing the sight of that being serving the cocktail.
Ramon took a slow sip of the refreshing drink, the citric fruits dancing in the bottom of the glass. He lowered his sunglasses and gave Leon a side eye.
“ You know, Mr. Kennedy… After our refreshment, let's go to the beach~” Ramon began, his voice full of an obvious intention “and I have something I want you to wear.”
The smirk on the young nobleman's lips was absolutely diabolical. He knew exactly what he was doing: In his mind, he pictured Leon, the tough agent, wearing the baby blue triangle bikini he had specifically ordered for him. Salazar couldn't wait to see the contrast between that delicate color and the blonde, tanned sculptured body. It would be the pinnacle of that vacation. Once they finished their drinks, Salazar said, after giving him a pink bag:
“Wear this. This beach is part of the Salazar Estate, so nobody will see us!” Then he quietly whispered: “Even better… nobody will see you besides me.”
When both of them entered the room, he opened the bag and found a small blue package that popped on the satin, blood-red sheets. He looked at the small piece of fabric on the palm of his hand, just like the evidence of a crime. He looked at Salazar, who was leaning against the door frame, watching him with his chin resting on his hand; the personification of youthful mischief.
“ Ramon, are you kiddin' me, right? What the fuck is this? This doesn't even cover half of my ass!” Leon complained, feeling his face heat up.
“ My, My~ don't be so modest, Mr. Kennedy!” Salazar laughed; the sound was high-pitched, like a pleased noblewoman. “The cut is modern, the color is angelic, and I spent hours finding the ideal shade to match your beautiful eyes. So get dressed. If I were you, I wouldn't refuse, because my beach has a strict dress code and the Verdugos are really efficient in enforcing the law.
After insisting, Leon finally agreed to wear it. While they walked in the sand, the cool wind swayed his blonde hair and the sun on his golden skin. The small nobleman still had his swimsuit. And despite Leon not admitting it out loud, Ramon was really adorable like this; his body was petite and delicate like a fae that would certainly prank you on the first chance.
Ramon invited him to sit next to him under the parasol, where a beach towel was already spread out on the sand. He tapped the fabric twice, indicating the spot beside him.
“Lie on your tummy, mi joya. I want to put some sunscreen on you. You've got freckles, so I'm going to take care of you.”
The taller man rested face down, and the castellan ran his tongue over his red-tainted lips. The agent's body looked like a statue; his muscles were beautiful, but he wasn't the burly type: his thighs were firm, his waist-to-hip ratio was a sight to behold, and it almost made Ramon lose his noble composure right there.
The Spaniard squeezed a generous amount of lotion into his small hands and began to rub it in. He started with Leon's strong legs, which had been sculpted for combat but were now being caressed as they deserved. As he moved upward, his mischievous little hands wandered without a shred of restraint toward Leon's butt cheeks. Salazar let out a victorious sigh before spreading the cream there, which prompted the older man to make one of his usual one-liners:
“Are your hands that busy, or are you just happy to see me?”
The response came in the form of a slap on the agent's ass, which elicited a mix of a shameless giggle and a stifled moan. With every inch he moved forward, the little man felt his American up. The Spaniard climbed up and sat on the blonde man's back, leaning in to whisper lasciviously in his ear:
“ Pero qué delicia, Mr. Kennedy… Who could tell my aesthetic choice was a master deal? Only I can see your body fully bloom into this~ mi tesoro.”
The agent felt the warmth of Salazar's body pressing against his broad back, moving provocatively, almost dry humping him as he let out sexy little moans. Ramon was a man who, despite his kind of spoiled and childish nature, managed to be extremely seductive, actively mocking the rigid notions of gender. The Castellan then licked Leon's earlobe.
“Do you want this? For the sun and the sea to be witnesses of our burning passion?”
Leon retorted, but his voice this time was coarse from lust:
“ Shut up, short stuff. Stop beating around the bush and do what you need so badly…”
With a satisfied smirk, Salazar used his fingers to unite his bikini bottom, but not without giving Leon a wedgie, teasing the older man's pussy lips. He peppered Leon's back with open-mouthed kisses as he stripped him down; they were going to enjoy this delicious vacation to the fullest and give in to their most primal desires.
A few hours later, however, the situation inside Salazar's room was another story: Salazar was on his bed, with his skin almost as red as the award-winning wines he had in his cellar, and his little body was spread like a starfish, only capable of letting out some painted noises. Leon, in the opposite direction, looked even more beautifully sun-kissed, like bread that had just come out of the oven, and he had tan lines as well. The American couldn't help but chuckle at his lover's situation.
“Maldición…” Ramon complained with a defeated semblance.
“I told you for us to come back inside, but you smartass insisted on…. Ahem… enjoying our 'pasíon' in the open. You're old enough to know that your paleness (said as in “your highness”) will disintegrate after a while in the sun.”
Before the Spaniard could say anything in response, he heard the agent's voice drift away briefly:
“Now I'm going to have to take care of you because of your stubbornness.” But the blonde man's voice carried far more concern than anger.
The agent returned to the bedside and opened the jar of aloe vera lotion to treat the younger man's sunburns. Just one of his large hands was enough to spread the gel over his little boyfriend's body, causing Ramon to let out moans of pure relief. Since the castellan was naked, it wasn't difficult to cover him with the cooling product.
Ramon, who was loving all the attention, gave in to a mischievous impulse and turned around, lying on his back.
“Mr. Kennedy… I think you should pay some attention here in the front, too. You know how it is…”
The blonde sighed and shook his head, already deciphering the little nobleman's intentions from the mischievous look he displayed with such pride. Salazar tilted his hips slightly upward, making it abundantly clear what kind of 'attention' his body needed.
“You don't have a single drop of shame in that little face of yours, do you? Even sunburned as red as a shrimp, you still think you can flirt with me?”
“Now, now, you're being unfair to me. Must I remind you that I grew up in almost total isolation from a very young age, and you were the most beautiful thing that graced my sight in all those years?”
“Heh, you always throw that story in my face, you horny little shit.”
But even as he protested, Leon leaned in and planted a delicious kiss on Ramon, entwining his tongue with his while using his large hand to stroke Salazar's cock. Salazar smiled and moaned mischievously at his lover's touch; those were sounds of absolute victory and domination over the older man.
When they pulled apart to catch their breath, Leon rained kisses down the nobleman's smooth abdomen, guiding his mouth to that monster cock while using his free, lotion-less hand to caress him tenderly. The younger man, digging his small hands into the agent's blond hair, helped set the rhythm of the caress.
“ Mi amor… buen chico… Show me what the man who was sent to destroy me is capable of~ Use that little mouth of yours on me, show me it can do more than just spout smart-talk!”
Without even giving Leon a moment to think about how to respond to that provocation, Ramon began thrusting into the blonde man's mouth. The agent ended up letting out a muffled sound, his blue eyes half-closed, focusing on the castellan's expression. It was surely a stunning sight: to see the man who once commanded a horde of cultists, was now completely orchestrated by pleasure, unleashing all his erotism and commanding the situation with naughty moans in Spanish.
While Leon put such simple effort into pleasing his little lover, the scent of his own arousal began to rise at a feverish pace, and the wetness was already noticeable on the sheets. The wet pussy, which had been punished earlier on the beach in front of the Mediterranean Sea, was beginning to show a clear interest in the castellan.
The blond man then stopped his oral caresses. After hearing a soft, confused “¿Qué estás haciendo?” from Salazar, he lay on his side and lifted one leg slightly, inviting his most beloved to fit perfectly there. Salazar used the tip of his dick to indulge in a delicious session of frotting… or a totally out-of-the-ordinary tribbing.
They started to well… trib. The tip of his mutant cock pressed and ground against his clit with each movement. Leon would moan hungrily, asking for more of it. Ramon smirked and answered his boyfriend's silent call by slapping his hard cock against the horny clit that was totally throbbing and poking out of the hood.
“Fuck~ hnnnn~ Ramon… More!”
“Mr. Kennedy, you keep complaining, but look how turned on you already are by little me hnnnn…”
In a daring move, he ran his tongue along the blond man's toes, giving his big toe a light suck before glaring at him fiercely:
“Get ready… Because I'll go even harder~.”
Salazar began thrusting slowly, feeling the agent's horny pussy swallow him up. The young Castellan felt like a true lust goddess as he listened to the older man's needy moans, who, in turn, clutched tightly at the sheets on the castellan's bed.
Although he was short and still felt the lingering discomfort from his sunburn, Ramon wouldn't back down; he just wanted to give Leon what for. He changed his angle, and he began to thrust into him even more.
“Ahhhh… Feel that? Feel how I'm fucking you? You're swallowing me like you're going to die if I stop, Mr. Kennedy!”
With every thrust, Salazar's cock glistened even more from the juices oozing from Leon's pussy. Because of this, wet sounds echoed every time the smaller man fucked him good. Triggered both by the action down below, with the organic studs of his cock massaging the blonde's G-spot, and by Ramon's thumb dancing nonstop over the swollen clit and the dirty talk that the younger man whispered in his ear.
Leon felt like he was going to lose his mind at any moment. Those sensations were overwhelming him from the inside, and it wouldn't be long before he would cum deliciously for Ramon.
“Salazar… you bastard… how…” Leon was interrupted by a slap on his ass.
“How what? Perra~ How can I make you cry on my cock, hm? How can I make you cry with pure pleasure? Look how you're almost melting…”
Then, Salazar thrust hard, hitting the bullseye of his g-spot.
“Shut the f— ahhhnnnn!”
Before the agent could finish his sentence, Leon's toes curled, and the toned muscles of his back tensed. He began to cum as if he was in heat; the walls of his pussy started their rhythmic contractions, squeezing the castellan's cock while, at the same time, gushing all over Salazar's dick, honeying it on his pussy juices.
“Ahhhhn~ mira eso~”
Completely mesmerized by Leon's delicious grip, Salazar thrust even deeper and more intensely, feeling his own imminent orgasm, and then, he filled Leon's insides with his thick warm cum.
“Look how I've marked you inside again… Maybe this scenery has us to be more aroused~ don't you think?”
Leon, catching his breath, flicked the younger man's forehead and puffed out his cheeks, pouting.
“Really… you're nothin' but a pervert!”
Salazar chuckled softly, slowly pulling out of Leon before leaning in and whispering tenderly:
“Don't blame me for being completely crazy about you… mi amor.”