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The Peacock’s Palace, a gaudy, grandiose establishment, though not quite the polished gem as the Lavish Chateau nearby, was no less a lustrous pearl. Lush, vibrant, extravagant, everything it’s owner was generally not, though lush might fit him a bit better than the rest of the sundry adjectives describing the Palace. Come to think of it, loud and lascivious weren’t his adjectives either and yet there he was sprawled across a curvaceous lounge chair on the third story balcony of the penthouse living space above the Palace, moonlight in his breeze tousled white hair, partner riding his cock as he gasped and moaned wantonly at the stars, sounds intermingling with the magically amplified music streaming from open doors and archways and silks below them.
He reached for a heavily decorated and jangling horn, wrapping fingers around the bare root hidden in deep purple hair, and pulled, crushing their lips together, sharing gasped breaths as the shift necessitated catching oneself on the lounge in order to leverage back and continue riding. Differing shades of lavender collided in a lewd squelch of sex sweat, cum, lube, and sea air.
“Ess, yes, Ess,” the painted peacock himself, Mollymauk, panted in a constant stream. Nearly indistinguishable between sounds of encouragement and cries of Essek’s own name being butchered by a lack of blood to the brain.
“You’re going to ruin that new robe,” Essek gasped as Molly leaned back and continued to ride in earnest, rolling his hips in such a way that the angle pushed the head of Essek’s cock right into his prostate on the down stroke over and over. The robe in question was a gorgeously silky affair fanned out behind him over the foot of the lounge, dark teal with detailed floral embroidery along the edges of the sleeves and collar and a stunning peacock, train and all across the back amongst a sea of more flowers. Gaudy? Yes, but gaudy was Mollymauk’s style and there was something sexy about disheveling that ostentatious beauty. Molly continued, slowing and grinding his hips in just the right way that made his gold painted eyelids flutter and made him bite his lip. One shoulder of the garment had slid off exposing more lavender skin and tattoos that Essek suddenly wanted to set his teeth to.
“Magic,” Molly panted chuckling as he moaned at the stars. He already had the streaks of a first round on his belly, drying in the ocean air, Essek was trying to coax a second round out of him and was doing spectacularly well at getting him there. Essek grabbed him by the hips and suddenly yanked him fully down into his cock as he leaned forward and acted on the instinct to bite at the join of neck and shoulder where the train of his peacock tattoo spread vibrant and colorful up to his cheek. Held in place, Molly groaned loudly, grinding his hips through the clench and flutter of a second orgasm. Essek hummed contentedly at the feeling of Molly’s hole flexing around his still hard cock, letting go with his teeth and laving a wet stripe up the inked skin of Molly’s throat, tasting the salt there. The second one was more dry than the first, a couple small spurts of come dripping on Essek’s bare stomach, hardly a ruinous amount compared to the first orgasm’s mess. He pecked Molly on the cheek before laying back against the curve of the lounge again, hands still on his hips, rubbing circles with his thumbs into the crests of the bones there.
“God’s you’re still hard,” Molly panted, giving a bit of a clench around the length still buried inside of him, not moving but certainly still there, “are you at least close?” He whined, most certainly tired after the evening's performance and a pair of orgasms.
“I could be. Depends, feeling up for another round?” Essek grinned, he was in a rare mood tonight, last night, and the night before that. He gently petted Molly’s softening cock making him quiver.
“Essek, love, no,” he moaned, finally moving but just to brace himself on either side of Essek’s shoulders and lift himself up off the dick he’d been riding for two orgasms worth of time. He closed his eyes and gasped in a way that told Essek he should probably ease off the teasing push to try for another orgasm.
“Are you hurt?” He asked sympathetically, palming Molly’s untattooed cheek.
“Just sore,” he replied, red eyes meeting Essek’s as he flicked the fan of the robe behind him to one side leaving only the teal sleeves gathered at his elbows and biceps and propped himself up on an elbow laying next to his partner.
“So young for sore,” Essek teased lightly, rolling to face him and petting a palm down one side. His fingers curled around Molly’s ass, long and dexterous, playfully teasing and tapping at the slightly raised knobs at the base of his tail like piano ivory.
“You try performing and dancing in heels and full costume and then take my dick for an hour, see how you feel.” Molly complained, even though his heart wasn’t even remotely in it. He loved the pampering, the makeup, the clothing and fabrics and costumes involved in putting on a show and Essek was all too happy to cater to his boyfriend’s extravagant whims and fancies.
“Mmm, maybe we should try sometime, the dick riding part, not the performing. You know I’m lousy at doing anything more than singing and a simple waltz.” Essek gasped as Molly reached down and took him in hand, still wet with lube, and squeezed in a motion that made Essek’s brain and hips stutter.
“Maybe, but for now I wanna see you come at least once tonight, Mr. Stamina,” he chuckled, starting to jack him off at a punishing speed.
“Not, oooh, not my fault, oh yeah, not my fault you pop so easily.” Essek panted as the stroking stoked the slow smouldering coals of desire back into a roaring flame. “Could try a ring on you, build up your stamina.” He laughed, imagining a pretty gold ring wrapped snuggly around Molly’s cock and balls keeping him from coming for ages, just teasing him and edging him.
“Need anything?” Molly’s voice was suddenly even closer to his ear, whispering warm breath across its point. Essek licked his lips having gotten lost in the fantasy of the man currently trying to bring him off. Sometimes having this amount of stamina was a blessing and a curse, blessing for his partner curse for him. Didn’t mean he couldn’t come just meant it took a while to do it, and he loved Molly for being up to the task, sticking around to try even as he slowed for the evening.
“You, more,” Essek plead simply, allowing Molly’s creative mind to interpret that however he would. Molly responded by taking the point of his ear between his teeth, worrying at it gently and causing small zings of pleasure to skitter across the nerves there. He nuzzled behind his ear, making Essek turn his head to let him have more access as he kissed and sucked and nipped his way down the lavender column of his throat. Focusing more on his own pleasure Essek lavished in the sensation of lips and teeth coupled with cool night air on sex heated skin. The pace of Molly’s hand slowed for a moment, giving his arm a rest while he continued to stimulate Essek. With foreskin pulled back Molly’s thumb traced lazy circles around the head of his cock, rubbing at the underside with the knuckle of his index finger, pumping and massaging the head over and over, it was a motion to get lost in, like the waves on the beach below.
“Come on, let go,” Molly murmured into Essek’s throat, giving a light nip to a prominent collarbone that may as well have been an electric shock for how the feeling of it skittered across his skin, made goosebumps rise, and nipples tighten. Molly started to speed up again, dark aubergine cock disappearing in and out of violet lavender fingers, the whisper of the silk embroidered sleeve trailing against his thighs. Nearly there, Essek’s back began to bow into the pleasure, chasing it. Molly’s head dipped a little further and teeth met the hard peak of a nipple and like that the electric jolt of the bite coursed down his spine and finally popped the bubble that had been building and Essek was coming over Molly’s fist. His eyes slammed closed and he let out a bone deep satisfied groan to the sky as Molly continued to milk him for all he had, and eventually slowing leaving his belly stripped in a mix of his own and Molly’s cum. His back relaxed out of the clench of orgasm and Essek melted into the curves of the lounge once more.
“Good?” Molly chuckled.
“Excellent as always, my lovely peacock,” Essek replied softly, pulling Molly up for a kiss, slow and boneless. When they separated Essek wore a satisfied smile. Molly leaned over towards the low side table, straddling Essek once more to reach. The remnants of some fruit and crackers sat neglected along with a pair of partially drunk wine glasses. He scooped up the glasses and sat back, his thighs still bracketing Essek’s hips pinning him in place.
“To a lovely evening of debauchery,” he said with a smirk, offering one of the glasses to Essek, who chuckled and accepted.
“To successful business and my loving partner’s resilient ass,” he replied still chuckling deep in his chest. Molly laughed at that and took a long drink of wine, nearly emptying the cup.
“Only my ass?” Molly asked when he came up for air.
“To be fair it is a lovely asset,” Essek’s free hand crept around Molly’s hip to give his ass a playful squeeze, Molly’s tail shifted behind him at the groping reminding Essek of the dangling jewelry still there as well. Molly had barely gotten out of his costume for the evening when they had gone at it like rabbits on the balcony. All of his jewelry was still in place, the golden eye liner, the deep purple lipstick, all the golden baubles on his horns and ears, his fingers and wrists, ankles and tail. He veritably chimed as he moved about.
“We must finish undressing you,” Essek said trailing his fingers up Molly’s side and reaching up to jingle the dangling decorations lining Molly’s horns.
“I basically am undressed,” he gestured down at himself, the train of the robe trailing off the side of the lounge and the long kimono-like sleeves gathered at his elbows, and the jewelry was all that remained on him.
“You know what I mean, dear Mollymauk, it’s getting late,” as if on cue Essek failed to suppress a yawn. The club downstairs would begin winding down for the morning soon. The bar and inn portions of the the Peacock’s Palace never truly slept but the dancing and music and entertainment was finishing for the night.
“Of course my amethystine star,” Molly said, shifting to stand, wine glass empty but still in hand. He wobbled a little as he got to his feet, hips and thighs faintly sore from their activities, but was otherwise fine. He reached down to offer a hand to his partner, helping him up to his feet as well.
“Amethystine star? My my is that purple prose in every sense,” Essek laughed wrapping arms around Molly’s hips and giving a squeeze.
“A lavender and white stone, hard and shining in the moonlight?” Molly countered chuckling as he leaned down to kiss Essek again. He easily had an extra foot of height on him, but a couple years of practice made everything easier between them including working around Essek’s shortness.
“Let me run you a bath you ridiculous man,” Essek said, chuckling at Molly’s lewd creativity.
“At this hour?” Essek separated from Molly with a slight peel of sweat and cum tacky skin that made them both grimace if they were being honest, “can’t you just magic it away?”
“Oh of course I can, but you would turn down a nice, warm, luxurious bath before bed?” Essek asked traipsing back into their shared bedroom, conjuring lights into the fixtures with a wave of his hand and a softly murmured word. The two of them could see in the dark just fine, but the low lighting brought color to their vision that was a smidge more welcome. The fact that it also allowed Molly a better view of Essek’s lavender backside as he wandered into the en suite didn’t hurt either.
“You know I would never,” Molly replied following after him, the beautifully embroidered robe trailing along behind him as he walked.
“Come here,” Essek prompted as Molly entered the bathroom, the water already running to fill the tub. He waved him over to the intricate vanity of carved vermaloc wood with gilded flourish accents, a ridiculously expensive piece from Essek’s homeland of Xorhas mixed with the ostentatious designings of Mollymauk, who sat at it every night to apply his make-up and jewelry baubles. With a sigh Molly sat on the padded bench before the large trio of flourish framed mirrors and the desk covered in his various paints and lotions and glitters. Essek had managed to bite in a rather large bruise at the juncture of his neck and shoulder and seeing it there in the mirror caused a pleased shiver to run down Molly’s spine. Without a word they set about removing Molly’s jewelry and make-up. Essek busying himself with the various clipped on pieces on his horns and tail while Molly set about removing the layer of makeup on his face, reveling a no less handsome one beneath the gilding there. Together they managed to remove all the jingling gold and silver and gemstone studded bits and pieces and put them away in their appropriate drawers. Essek took the robe from Mollymauk’s shoulders.
“I’ll have to have this cleaned properly in the morning,” he said hanging the garment up in the nearby walk in wardrobe. Molly grinned as he heard the soft words of Essek’s prestidigitation spell likely removing the worst of the incriminating stains from the silk.
“Thank you for the robe love, it’s beautiful,” Molly said as Essek returned, leaning down to softly peck him on the cheek and then lips. The deep bath was full and Essek turned the water off. Molly slid in first, sighing loudly as he completely submerged himself in the steaming warm water up to his chin.
“I didn’t abuse you too much did I?” Essek asked, circling around the head of the bath to pet Molly’s hair, twisting a wavy bit around his finger.
“No no, just a long evening. A lord and his entourage were in and decided to be a little rowdy during my performance.” Molly replied leaning into Essek’s hand.
“So I heard. He will not be allowed back, not without a sizable donation to the Palace and personal apologies for his and his guest’s behavior, and even then I don’t think I would let him in,” Essek had heard about the disruption and had nearly come down personally to toss the sleazy rich boy out on his ass a second time, or simply crush him. One of the guest’s had attempted to trip Molly into the lord’s waiting arms, when it had failed to work and Molly had worked the slight gaffe into the act the lord had made a grab for Molly himself and tried to cop a feel. One of the bouncers had interceded and tossed every last one of them out of the Palace. Even now the idea that anyone had been so bold as to try to touch his beautiful peacock let alone during a performance, it made his blood boil.
“I am fine love,” Molly cooed, turning and reaching up to touch Essek’s cheek, “I am not some fragile glass flower easily broken,” he said, red eyes trailing to the tattoos covering nearly a quarter of his body.
“I know, that does not mean it doesn’t make me angry on your behalf that someone tried to take liberties with you that you did not consent to.” Essek replied turning his head to kiss Molly’s palm where a red eye tattoo sat.
“Come on, join me, it’s getting late,” Molly said, echoing Essek’s earlier words.
“Of course,” and with that he slid into the water at the other end of the tub. Molly dipped his head below the water first, wetting his hair, surfacing with a shake of his head that made Essek huff. Essek followed suit and wet his hair with less flair than Molly did.
“Turn around, I want to make sure I didn’t actually injure you,” Essek said upon noticing another small wince when Molly sat back. Molly’s eyebrows did a bit of a knowing dance at that.
“Oh do you, didn’t get enough already?” He hummed, still moving and obeying Essek’s request. He turned around, standing on his knees so his hips were out of the water. He bent at the waist and braced himself on the edge of the tub, bowing his spine and presenting his ass in a sultry show with a look over his shoulder to see if Essek was aroused by the display. Essek’s lips pursed.
“I’m serious,” he said reaching up and landing a light smack on one cheek of the presented ass that made Molly shiver at the touch, there was no getting it up again tonight but that didn’t mean he was dead. Essek grabbed the base of Molly’s tail and curved it upwards using his other hand to spread a cheek and actually look at his hole. No blood but a smidge swollen. He let go of the tail and sat back again satisfied that he hadn’t actually managed to damage his partner.
“See I’m fine,” Molly said, sitting back down, “we’ve done rougher things than you fucking me for an hour.”
“I know, am I not allowed to worry about you?” Essek replied reaching for the soap and a hand towel.
“Worry away love, just don’t worry yourself sick,” Molly leaned back into Essek, laying back against his chest with the water taking his weight. Essek wrapped his arms around his middle.
“I shall worry the appropriate amount about my partner and star performer,” Essek said beginning to soap and scrub Molly’s front. Molly chuckled but otherwise submitted to being cleaned, moving wherever Essek pushed or pulled him. Essek kissed him on the back of the neck and pushed him forward, scrubbing his back before starting to wash his hair. Molly couldn’t suppress the fond smile as he resurfaced from rinsing the suds out and Essek set about braiding his hair. Short braids, nothing too fancy, but Essek enjoyed doing them, said it was a cultural thing once ages ago when he had first done it, but it made such lovely waves in Molly’s hair he was loath to stop him. Besides, with horns in the way it was a little difficult to do more than a single plait in the back when his hair was long enough. Once Essek was done he turned and repeated the process of washing and cleaning Essek. If he was a little more cheeky about it Essek didn’t complain, stroking here, caressing there, trailing touches over sensitive places just hard enough not to tickle.
“If you don’t stop that, we’re never going to get any sleep tonight and I’m going to make a mess of you again,” Essek threatened as Molly playfully trailed a nail down one pec to tease at a hardened nipple. Molly chuckled darkly.
“You make that sound like it would be a hardship,” he replied, watching Essek visibly shiver at the stimulation. Essek snatched the hand away, gathering both of Molly’s wrists together.
“I adore you, but while you might have tomorrow night off I do have business to attend to.” He said, leveling a no nonsense tone with Molly, telling him that the game was up, sleep would be had. Molly did listen, though not without a couple more minor teases. Essek rinsed his hair and soon they were both wrapped in fluffy soft towels, drying each other as the tub drained. Still naked but dry, Molly roamed their sleeping chamber making sure the various curtains were drawn solidly shut and the balcony doors were closed. As a drow Essek didn’t take to the sun very well without preparation, and waking up to the sun streaming through the windows was less serene and more of a painful occurrence for him, so Molly made sure it never happened. Why Essek had settled in sunny Nicodranas would continue to mystify him.
“Bed,” Essek commanded patting the space beside him, having turned down the sheets and settled into his side of the wide bed. He wasn’t trancing tonight, rather he actually seemed bound and determined to sleep next to Molly even though they both knew Essek didn’t need as much sleep and Molly would end up starfished across half the bed. Molly smiled and slinked into bed next to him, leaning in and kissing him on the cheek. Essek threw the blankets over them and cuddled in close to Molly, reciprocating the kiss on the cheek and adding one to his lips as well.
“Night love,” Molly said, already beginning to doze off, cozy and warm.
“Goodnight dear,” and with that they settled in to sleep.
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In a pleasantly unusual turn of events Molly woke before Essek in the morning. The only indicator of what time it was being the faint cracks of bright daylight fighting at the edges of the thick curtains keeping it at bay for the sake of Essek’s eyes. Speaking of Essek, Molly quietly yawned and stretched his entire body in one long cat-like curve, when he settled he noticed a very familiar hard curve pressed into his lower back. Molly bit back a grin as Essek hummed happily in his sleep, it sounded like he was having fun in his dream and judging by just how hard he was, prodding Molly’s ass and incrementally rutting against the ridges at the base of his tail, it must have been a particular kind of fun. Molly rolled over to face his shorter partner who had been spooned into his back.
“Look at you, all hard in the morning,” he murmured, watching Essek as he shifted slightly in his dream, hips twitching seeking contact. Essek’s brow creased in his sleep looking concerned, worried, something had gone missing. Molly reached down and offered his palm to rut into, pressing the hard line of Essek’s cock up into his belly and massaging the tips of his fingers in little circular motions against the underside of the head. Essek gasped and moaned, still asleep but happy with the contact. Molly smiled softly as his partner took his pleasure slowly and subconsciously. He leaned and pressed a warm kiss to Essek’s forehead, his hair a sleep tangled mess.
“Do Kryn drow have cycles I wonder?” He mused out loud, remaining quiet as he continued to stimulate his lover, “you’ve been awfully eager these last couple weeks, like a little switch flipped and you just can’t get enough.” He continued, slowly forming a fist around Essek’s cock, giving him something to twitch and fuck into, which he did, with a small happy gasp. “Not that I’m complaining, I love you either way,” he said kissing the forehead before him again as Essek’s tossed his head, writhing in his sleep. If anything he almost came easier like this, it wasn’t drawn out, just a sudden warmth against Molly’s fist like it was unexpected. Essek finally pulled in a deeper breath, gasping as his eyes flew open, startled. Molly was there for him in an instant pulling him close with one arm while still keeping his hand on his cock, providing context for what had just happened to wake him so suddenly.
“So good,” he crooned, “such a handsome lover even in sleep,” he continued, praising Essek until his breathing calmed.
“Oh gods, not again,” Essek moaned burying his face in the pillow with a groan, hips involuntarily stuttering against Molly’s hand.
“You were so good,” Molly praised his embarrassed partner.
“How long?” Essek mumbled into the pillow, still sounding mortified.
“Not very, I woke up with you hard and just helped you finish,” Molly explained with a grin, giving Essek’s already softening dick a gentle squeeze before letting go. Essek shivered at the movement.
“Don’t know what’s wrong with me, I am not some teenager suddenly raring to fuck everything that moves,” Essek said, casting a perfunctory prestidigitate to clean himself, the sheets, and Molly’s hand of his own spend.
“No you are not, you’re just having a-“ Molly paused not entirely sure what to call it, the opposite of a dry spell. “A wet spell,” even as the words left his mouth he couldn’t help the chuckle at how silly that sounded. Essek snorted lightly, nose wrinkling at the description.
“My libido has never been the highest, what you saw in me starting out I’ll never know,” Essek said.
“Oh come here,” Molly cooed, wrapping his arms around Essek and drawing him in close, “a bit of morning wood and extra sex is no reason to go doubting yourself,” he asserted, “you are smart, fascinating, and handsome, not to mention you keep showering me in gifts,” Essek sniffed at that, he did have a bit of a penchant for lavashing Molly in fine clothes and jewelry whenever the mood struck him, which was often. “So what if we don’t fuck like rabbits all the time? My ass thanks you for it. As does yours I’d wager,” He chuckled and so did Essek. They didn’t swap often due to Essek needing a bit more prep to take Molly’s larger cock, but it did happen. Just as Essek was concerned about hurting Molly, Molly was concerned about hurting him as well.
“I woke you up,” Essek murmured.
“And I enjoyed it, you sexy thing, all handsome and sleepy and hard,” Molly replied, hugging Essek closer and kissing his forehead again. Essek snorted at the last bit, but did release a sigh and relax into the cuddling.
“Don’t you dare try to wallow and feel bad because you made me happy,” Molly said quietly, “if I didn’t want it I could have always just shifted to the other side of the bed or woke you up to make you deal with it, but I didn’t,” he pushed his fingers up into Essek’s hair massaging into the bristly shaved undercut and then cradling the back of his head where the hair became longer with one hand. Essek had actually begun to doze back to sleep thanks to the light scalp massage.
“I supposed so,” he replied, slow and sleepy. “If you enjoy dealing with a sex pest like me-“ he drifted off under the light manipulations of Molly’s fingers.
“Oh you’re hardly a sex pest love,” Molly chuckled, placing a kiss on top of his head before settling in to doze as well. He had nowhere to be today, why not sleep in for a bit longer? As he dozed with Essek in his arms though he did think about possible things that could be done with Essek’s libido, toys sprang to mind first, not that they didn’t already have a bit of a collection.
As he let his mind meander through thoughts of having Essek sitting on a dildo, to using beads on him, to milking his prostate Molly could feel himself getting a bit hard at the prospect. He decided to excuse himself to the bathroom at that point, no need to bother Essek with it, if anything he was more of a “sex pest” than Essek was. He thought about Essek’s unique little floating trick, having him use that to just slowly bob up and down on a thick phallus as Molly pushed him like a cork on the water. Essek sucking him off, Essek curling dexterous fingers inside him, Essek being fucked from behind as he did so. Oh, that was a different thought.
Molly was sitting in the bathtub and his cock jumped at the spark of an idea. What if they invited another into bed? More possibilities for positions and it would give Molly’s rear a break if Essek ran long, there would be another hole to fuck another body to bring to orgasm. Molly’s toes curled on the porcelain of the tub as he stroked himself to the idea of finding the perfect man to introduce to Essek, because while Molly didn’t mind the feminine persuasion Essek only wanted men, so a man, handsome, smart, hung? He hoped so but they could work with anything really. His eyelids fluttered and he bit his lip as his mind cycled through the myriad of men of all sorts of skin tones and hair colors and sizes that they could wind up with. It was Nicodranas after all, a major port where people from all around Exandria passed through, maybe stay away from the larger ones, no need to split Essek in half with an ogre or full orc. Molly’s cock still pulsed at the mental image of it as impossible as it was, Essek essentially being fisted in order to prepare for one of those monsterous cocks. Essek didn’t enjoy pain though, so he filed that away as pure fantasy.
He lazily stroked himself as he continued to fantasize about his partner and a potential third, eventually speeding up a little as he let his vivid imagination run wild with Essek’s body. It was a mental image of himself though that brought him over the edge the idea of Essek and the mystery partner both inside him at the same time. His still slightly sore hole clenched on nothing at the idea of two trying to fit and very suddenly he was coming, curling in on himself as the measly bit of spend managed to coat his hand. There was that third orgasm Essek had asked about, a few hours late. As he laid back against the curve of the porcelain breathing deep he sighed reaching up to turn on the tap and begin to wash himself. That settled it, he would have to figure out a way to broach the topic of a threesome with Essek when he woke up.