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Zelkov stopped when he heard a breathy moaning, backing behind a trellis. From between the slats he could see Kagetsu and Boucheron, and they were kissing. Dressed only in the last of their small clothes, surrounding them were piles of clothes and armor, as if they'd been playing a game of strip dueling.
Lately Zelkov had been busy with his latest obsession, sculpting, and hadn't seen much of Kagetsu. Kagetsu had pestered him for some training time, but he'd rebuffed him. Just now he had finished his latest project and thought he'd make it up to him with some training. Instead he found Kagetsu very much occupied, in Boucheron's lap, facing him, their groins pressed together as they made out. Kagetsu was nothing but irritating, so why did he feel so unwell knowing he was kissing another man like that?
"Another round?" Boucheron paused, his hands on Kagetsu's hips. Boucheron's hands were large and made Kagetsu look even more petite than he already did.
"I will not lose this time," Kagetsu replied with a naughty smile. Zelkov recalled all the times Kagetsu had given him such a smile. He had thought the man was trying to bait him into a fight. Perhaps he was, but he didn't think it was this type of fight.
Boucheron took his axe from off the ground. Zelkov had never seen the man without his armor and he was ridiculously well built, his muscular chest tapering down to sculpted abdominals, his thighs absolutely massive. Kagetsu he'd seen enough times, especially when they shared a tent in the field, but never in this light. Slim and yet beautifully muscled, the perfect body for the type of agility he specialized in.
The match was short and Zelkov swore that Kagetsu threw it on purpose. There was no way Boucheron could have beaten him. He knew his combat partner well enough to see that it wasn't a wholehearted performance.
"I will take these off then?" Kagetsu said, eyebrows raised, his hands underneath the band of his smallclothes. Zelkov could see they were tented with arousal. He knew watching this was wrong, but he couldn't help himself.
"Go for it," Boucheron said, winking. Zelkov had to admit the man was attractive, even if he sometimes seemed a bit naive. Large green eyes, wavy chestnut hair, and of course a gorgeously sculpted body. It was easy for Zelkov to see the attraction.
Kagetsu was completely naked, except for his black arm guards, which somehow made it all the more erotic. He held his erect cock in his hands, gazing at Boucheron. Zelkov could not believe they would do such a thing outside, but it seemed they were too absorbed in each other to care. Or perhaps even that they wanted others to watch.
"Take responsibility and quiz me," Kagetsu said as he sat on the bench, spreading his legs. Boucheron knelt between his legs, taking Kagetsu's cock in his massive hands. Kagetsu gasped as Boucheron kissed the tip, his head tilted back in ecstasy.
"I take it you would like more?" Boucheron said, smiling up at him. Zelkov could see Boucheron's smallclothes were tented, and from the size of the tenting it appeared as if his cock was as massive as his build.
"Please," Kagetsu said, biting his lower lip. Boucheron obliged, kissing Kagetsu's cock from the base to the tip before taking it in and out of his mouth. Kagetsu let out a moan, his hands tightening their grip on Boucheron's tousled hair. Boucheron responded by doing it again, thrusting Kagetsu into his mouth rhythmically. Zelkov could feel his own hardness pressing through his tight pants, seeing the looks this brought onto Kagetsu's face. That annoying face, or was it beautiful and beguiling? Why didn't he let himself see it before? Had he been too afraid to admit he felt this way? It was after all, easier to bury himself in what Kagetsu called "trivial obsessions."
Kagetsu collapsed onto Boucheron as he came in his mouth. Boucheron placed a final playful kiss on Kagetsu's softening cock.
"I look forward to our next contest," Kagetsu said, smirking playfully as he tousled Boucheron's wavy hair. The man between his legs was a mess, drops of cum on his face, his hair chaotic.
"I'm glad we finally quizzed," Boucheron laughed, "Oh thank you for teaching me this err… traditional game from your homeland." Zelkov had never seen, or perhaps never noticed, this side of Kagetsu. He was playing the ingénue, while being perfectly aware of what he was doing.
"It's time for our next duel," Kagetsu interjected, enthusiastically. The look of fervent desire was one Zelkov had seen from him many times, just never realized that was what it was.
Of course Boucheron lost this time. Zelkov wondered what would have happened if it were the other way around. Kagetsu helped Boucheron out of the last of his smallclothes, placing a naughty smack on his ass as he pulled out his cock, kissing it. Boucheron's cock was as big as Zelkov thought it would be, and looked even bigger in Kagetsu's small hands.
"If you want the full Boucheron, that's what I'll give you," Boucheron said, picking Kagetsu up easily so that he could kiss Kagetsu while his cock slipped between his legs. His strong arms held Kagetsu there, gripping his muscular ass, and he kissed downwards, taking a nipple in his mouth and gently sucking it, eliciting a soft gasp from Kagetsu as he leaned back into his arms.
"Put yourself inside of me," Kagetsu begged. Zelkov imagined it was him, with Kagetsu's beautiful eyes pleading for his cock. He couldn't take it anymore, he unzipped his strained pants, mixing the precum with spit and stroking as he watched.
"Are you sure? Will I even fit?" Boucheron said, a look of concern in his green eyes.
"I have a bottle of oil in my pockets," Kagetsu replied, gesturing to the pile of clothes.
Boucheron laid him down in the grass and fished through the pile of clothes for the bottle of oil.
"This?" he said, taking out a bottle of what looked like an oil Kagetsu brought from his homeland. Zelkov wondered how long had Kagetsu planned out the seduction of the Firenese naif.
"Yes, put it on your hands first, your hands inside me will warm me up," Kagetsu said, touching his cock which was hardening again. Zelkov found himself thinking of how Kagetsu would feel in his own hands, hard, trembling with every touch.
Boucheron kissed him as he laid by Kagetsu's side, pulling his cock up, so he could have access to his eager ass. Coating his fingers with oil, he put his hands between Kagetsu's legs. Zelkov couldn't see well enough, but he imagined how his fingers teased Kagetsu open. He imagined himself doing the same, looking at Kagetsu, watching his lovely face as he melted in bliss into his hands.
"Ah yes, more," Kagetsu begged, canting his hips towards Boucheron. Boucheron kissed him as he continued his handiwork.
"Please, I can't take much longer," Kagetsu moaned, spreading his legs further. As Boucheron oiled his cock, he watched Kagetsu touch himself. Boucheron took himself atop Kagetsu carefully. Kagetsu's head tilted back as Boucheron entered him, his breath hitching, his hands now on his own cock. Zelkov watched Boucheron's ample, muscular ass, the muscles pulsating as he thrust into Kagetsu.
"Ah," Kagetsu yelped. Zelkov imagined Boucheron's cock had hit that spot that usually brought men so much pleasure. It had been so long since he'd felt that.
"Are you OK?" Boucheron said, pausing. His voice sounded concerned. Oh you silly oaf, Zelkov thought to himself. Could it be his first time?
"More than OK, that felt wonderful, please more," Kagetsu replied, pulling him in for a kiss, his hands on Boucheron's muscular ass. Zelkov was leaning against the wall, barely able to stand. The arousal was somehow intensified by his jealousy and the notion that what he was doing was forbidden, wrong.
Boucheron intensified his thrusts, watching Kagetsu stroke himself, moaning. Zelkov touched himself in time with the moans, imagining it was himself inside of Kagetsu, and the moans were for him. The very thought made him come in his own hands and he struggled to prevent himself from getting it all over his pants.
Kagetsu let out a gasp as he came once again, cum coating his belly. This took Boucheron over the edge, sighing as he folded on top of him, filling him with cum.
Boucheron kissed him as he pulled out, grabbing a handkerchief from his own pockets amidst the pile of clothes to clean himself off. Then lying back down, fitting Kagetsu neatly in his arms, and kissing the back of his neck.
"I take it you agree we have a strong bond now?" Kagetsu said, turning back towards him, smug satisfaction painted all over his face.
"I would say so." Boucheron said affectionately, drawing him in closer, hands on Kagetsu's hips.
Zelkov zipped up and slunk off to his room. Tomorrow he'd certainly see Kagetsu differently than he had the day before. Maybe if he paid attention to him, let himself show some affection, he might have Kagetsu in his own arms.