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“There you are,” Patroclus cooed as his hands ran up the tanned sides of his husband, fingers tracing the patterns on the bralette that the other man was wearing. “Gorgeous.” He ran his thumbs under the bottom edge of the fabric, tracing the toned muscles beneath.
If there was something that Patroclus found breathtaking day after day, that would be the immaculate body of Achilles. The way his muscles curved was as if he was carved from the finest marble. The way he moved was graceful, no matter what he was doing.
Every time he saw him, he would fall head over heels in love with him. Every day he was more beautiful than the last.
Patroclus heard Achilles’ breath hitch as he ran a hand along the silk panties that he wore, the deep sage green contrasting against his beautiful skin, cock barely constrained by the fabric. He dipped his fingers beneath the waistband, gently tickling the dense hairs at the base.
Chuckling as the blond beneath him whined, Patroclus withdrew his hand before settling down between his legs. He took one of the covered thighs in his hands, lifting them so he could nip at the exposed skin causing the other man to moan. Closing his teeth around the garter belt that sat around the toned thigh, he pulled it off before tossing it on the floor. The brunet brought his lips to the skin, leaving wet kisses in their wake.
Achilles’ thighs were perfect — if Patroclus were to say. Built from years of running. Toned in all the right places. It was a sin for him to ever cover them up.
“P-Patroclus…” Achilles moaned, his arm draped over his face as his leg shivered from all the attention Patroclus was doting on them. “S-Stop teasing me.”
Stopping his attention on Achilles’ thighs, Patroclus glanced up at the blond. “Oh, you poor thing,” he chuckled, crawling up the blond’s body. He ran his hands over the V of his hips, pushing Achilles down when the other bucked his hips. Kissing Achilles’ neck, Patroclus leaned in to whisper, “Tell me what you want, love.”
“Y-You…” Achilles squeaked as Patroclus ran his hand under the bralette, tweaking his nipple harshly.
“Oh, darling,” Patroclus cooed. “I think I can give you that.” He moved his hand downwards, moving aside the small strip of fabric covering the blond’s cock. Wrapping his hand around the hardening flesh, Patroclus stroked slowly, his thumb spreading the pearl of liquid gathering at the tip.
“A-Ah, D-Daddy…”
Patroclus smirked. “Do you want daddy, darling?” he whispered against Achilles’ ear.
The blond whined as he spread his legs even more as Patroclus’ hand moved lower and lower.
“Hmmmmm? What is this?” Patroclus questioned as his fingers brushed something smooth. Metallic. A plug. “Ah, was my boy being a little whore?” He pulled at the plug causing Achilles to moan.
“Y-Yes, Daddy…”
A chuckle. “Well, I guess that I’m just going to have to punish you for being so eager~” He dipped his fingers into Achilles' stretched hole, finding that it was still slick. Moans escaped Achilles’ lips as Patroclus pushed two thick fingers in. He watched as Achilles’ mouth hung open. His chest heaved with short and quick breaths. When Patroclus deemed Achilles ready, he pulled in a third finger.
Achilles’ body arched as thick ropes of spend coated his chest and belly. Patroclus loved how his husband looked when he orgasmed. How every muscle in his body tensed; the sounds he made as he reached his peak; the way he was like jelly for moments after.
But…
Patroclus clicked his tongue. This wouldn’t do.
The blond slowly opened his eyes. “D-Daddy?”
Undoing his belt, Patroclus looked down at the blond. “Love, Daddy’s not happy that you came so quickly. Now, I’m really going to have to teach you a lesson.”