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“I love you, Bal.” Ambrosius breathed, the sweet words having a much stronger effect when they were spoken between Ballister’s legs, pressed into his core like a secret meant just for the two of them. Ballister tried to respond, but all that came out was a moan as Ambrosius plunged his tongue into him, groaning loud and wanton as Ballister clenched around him. He sank into the mattress as Ambrosius pushed his thighs further apart, alternating between eager lapping and lovesick babble, the months apart having not dulled his enthusiasm in the bedroom in the least.
“Missed you, missed you so much, missed this-“ Ambrosius’ words were muffled, and a quick glance down showed his slightly punchdrunk expression as he buried his nose in the seam of his thigh, breathing in deep like he was sating an addiction, and Ballister couldn’t help the shivery moan that escaped him.
“A-Ambrosius, fuck-“ he couldn’t stop his thighs from squeezing around Ambrosius’ head, but Ambrosius’ low groan told him exactly how welcome the pressure was, “I-I…”
“You’ve been through so much.” Ambrosius whispered against him, hands dragging up and down Ballister’s thighs, drawing them closer around his head like earmuffs, “I’m gonna make it up to you, Bal. I’m gonna take such good care of you.” He pressed a sweet kiss to his hole, making Ballister shiver and hide his face with an embarrassed little noise. He felt Ambrosius smile against him, and mustered up the will to glower down at him, trying not to be swayed by his adoring eyes and pretty blond hair.
“You know you don’t have to-ah!” The words died in his throat, replaced with a startled moan as soft lips closed around his cock, two long fingers sliding into his slick loosened hole and finding that bundle of nerves immediately, so well versed in Ballister’s body that he didn’t even have to search. Ambrosius made a needy noise, like Ballister’s pleasure was his pleasure, and those elegant fingers started pumping rhythmically in and out of him, each stroke accompanied by the lap of a devilish tongue against his cock. Ballister fell into hazy pleasure, his entire world narrowing down Ambrosius’ mouth, his hands, his low sounds of enjoyment, the eager way he delved into him, like making Ballister feel good was his purpose in life.
Ambrosius didn’t speak anymore, devoting his entire being to Ballister’s pleasure, eyes fluttering and throat producing some truly sinful noises, like he was sincerely getting off just from pleasuring Ballister. His fingers were calloused, marked from years of training and swordplay, and still they felt so unfairly soft inside him. Ambrosius had a whole beauty routine, ever fretting about the softness of his skin, the shine of his hair, the sweetness of his scent. A man raised on fairy tales of beautiful princes and radiant knights and roses and starlight, ever straining to meet that expectation.
So much work put into his appearance, and still he went and fell for Ballister and his less-than-storybook appearance, his work-roughened hands, the scars from poverty and back alley scuffles, the street kid instincts that never fully went away. There was a time where he’d spend hours tracing his lips over every inch of Ballister’s body, mouthing at the twin scars under his pecs, burying his face in the dark hair covering his chest, dragging his tongue across every nick and burn gifted by his rocky start to life. He loved Ballister’s rough hands, his hairy body, his outer-city accent, even his prosthetic, and he made no secret of his enjoyment every chance he got.
Gloreth, Ballister loved him.
“Ballister.” Ambrosius mewled against him, dragging him back to the present with a flick of his tongue, a dazed slurring of words, “Want you to cum…”
“I’m close, darling.” and he was, that telltale pooling of heat in his gut spread the longer Ambrosius pleasured him, warming him until he felt he might combust from it.
“Cum on my face, Bal.” Ambrosius practically begged, “Cum all over me, want you to make a mess of me, let me taste you.” He thrust his fingers deep into him, sealing his lips around his cock and sucking, and Ballister was lost. Orgasm struck him like a freight train, and his world went white as pleasure sparked along his veins like firecrackers, Ambrosius not letting up for a moment even as Ballister writhed and trembled and cried out a desperate prayer of Ambrosius’ name, falling apart and letting the man he loved catch him. Ambrosius’ skilled mouth worked him through it, suckling and laving until Ballister weakly shifted his hips away from the overstimulation. Only then did Ambrosius tear himself away, looking just as wrecked as Ballister did.
“Fuck…” Ballister panted, “Fuck, love, that was…” Ambrosius smiled at him, starry-eyed, face shining with slick and bright with pride, and Ballister couldn’t believe he’d gone so long without this.
“I missed this so much.” Ambrosius took the words right out of Ballister’s mouth, dipping down to mouth reverently at his inner thigh, not seeming to mind the sweat or the slick, reveling in it even, “Missed making you feel good, taking care of you.”
“Let me…” he gestured weakly to Ambrosius, “C’mere, lemme take care of you now.”
“I uh…” Ambrosius shifted, flushing a deep pretty red, “You don’t have to worry about that.”
“What?”
“I wasn’t exaggerating when I said I missed this, Bal.” he said quietly, rising on shaky legs to let Ballister see exactly what he meant.
“Oh.” Ballister blinked, and then flushed at the sight of Ambrosius’ pretty cock hanging limp between his legs, white spend staining his abdomen, “You already came?”
“Hard not to when you look like you do, make the sounds you did.” Ambrosius laughed softly as he climbed onto the bed, all sinuous muscle and pretty pretty eyes, “I didn’t even have to touch myself, that’s how amazing you are. Probably didn’t help that I’ve been so pent up, months without sex will do that.”
“Wait, really?” Ballister blinked as Ambrosius settled happily atop him, sighing as he relaxed into his warmth, Ballister’s arms wrapping easily around him, “It’s been months and you’ve taken no one else into your bed?”
“I haven’t.” he shook his head, brow furrowing as he glanced up at Ballister, “Have you?”
“Um-“ his first instinct was to lie, but he found he couldn’t do it, “Maybe one or two people…?” Ambrosius’ eyes narrowed, and he lifted himself onto his elbows to look at Ballister directly.
“What?” he asked flatly, and Ballister hurried to reassure him, well aware of Ambrosius’ darling possessive streak.
“It didn’t mean anything, I promise.” he said quickly, “I was grieving and lonely and not in the best head space, and there were plenty of mercenaries and whatnot who didn’t care about my alleged crimes and were willing to overlook-“
“Mercenaries.” Ambrosius repeated, something dark flashing across his eyes, “Is that right?”
“Well, I mean, one or two mercenaries.” he swallowed, giving a nervous little laugh, “Maybe a thief or two… and a bounty hunter, and… W-Well you find all sorts of people in shady fringe taverns, and yeah it’s sketchy but they’re also surprisingly interesting people and- oh-” In one smooth motion, Ambrosius yanked his thighs apart and pinned them to the bed, settling between them and glaring down at him with an expression that told Ballister he was in a lot of trouble.
“Thank you for being honest, Ballister my dearest.” he said lowly, strained and clearly displeased, “Now it’s my turn to be honest. The very idea of some unwashed thug you picked up in a shady tavern pawing all over you is making me physically ill.” Ballister lifted his flesh hand to cup Ambrosius’ cheek, dragging a thumb across an elegant cheekbone and feeling Ambrosius lean into the touch.
“It really meant nothing, Ambrosius.” he said sincerely, hoping to ease his mind, “It was just me being stupid, rebounding and all that shite.” Ambrosius seemed less than satisfied, pressing forward to slot their hips together, half-hard cock sliding in the mess between them.
“Did they fuck you as well as I did?” he asked, something dangerous in his voice, and Ballister didn’t even have to think about it.
“Not even a little.” he replied truthfully, feeling warmth pulse in his core at the look in Ambrosius’ eyes.
“Were they better looking than me?”
“That’s physically impossible.”
“Did you think of me?” he scowled, “Did you think of me while they fucked you? Did you imagine it was me?”
“The entire time.” he said softly, “Made it kind of awkward the first few times when I started crying.”
“The fact that you let someone else touch you is infuriating.” he said darkly, eyes flashing as he pulled back to drag the head of his now fully hard cock against Ballister’s, earning a shuddering gasp, “The fact that it happened more than once is maddening. You are so lucky I never saw you with any of these people, or I would have… I would have slaughtered them in a decidedly unchivalrous fashion, and then I’d probably have ravished you against the nearest surface even more unchivalrously, until your mind shattered and the only words you remembered were ‘Ambrosius’ and ‘yours’.”
Ballister shivered, feeling himself growing wet again, and Ambrosius’ eyes darted around his body, as if trying to guess where unfamiliar hands had grasped, marked, taken. Ballister felt hot under his gaze, felt desired and coveted like a holy relic to be stolen and hidden away, like he could easily just lay back and let himself be hoarded like a dragon’s treasure, letting Ambrosius satiate his possessive lust for as long as he needed without lifting a finger. But Ballister had become much more assertive in the past few months, and he’d learned a thing or two in those shady taverns, tips and tricks from ruffians he’d fucked and prostitutes he’d helped out, and he was prepared now to finally put it all to good use in driving Ambrosius wild.
“I wouldn’t have minded.” he breathed out, letting an aroused timbre seep into his voice. He let his hands fall loosely over his head, arching his back and drawing up his splayed thighs, tilting his head to peek up at Ambrosius from beneath his lashes as he parted his lips like an utter vixen.
The effect was immediate.
“Fuck, Bal-“ the words sounded like they’d been punched out of Ambrosius, nails digging into Ballister’s thighs with a delicious sting as he briefly forgot his strength, only loosening his grip with visible effort, “What are you trying to do, kill me? Drive me insane?”
“I want you to fuck me, Ambrosius.” he made himself wanton and helpless, reaching his flesh hand down to circle his fingers around his cock, biting his lip as he slipped them into himself with a hitching breath, “Need everyone to know I’m taken. What if we run into my old rebounds again? Every one of them told me they’d love to have me again. A gang leader even asked for my hand, can you believe that?”
That did it. Ballister quickly removed his fingers as Ambrosius growled, releasing a thigh to fumble with his now-straining cock, guiding it to his welcoming hole and sliding into him with one smooth thrust, the both of them groaning as he hilted. Ambrosius didn’t seem to have the capacity to wait for Ballister to adjust to the stretch, immediately pulling out and shoving back in, starting up a harsh rhythm that left Ballister seeing stars with every thrust.
“Oh fuck, Ambrosius, yes, yes-“ he moaned loud and wanton, eyes falling closed and mouth falling open, “Oh, oh, you’re perfect, feel so good-“
“You’re gonna make a beast of me.” Ambrosius moaned, mussed hair falling into his eyes, swaying with every movement, “How can I- fuck -be expected to function around you, how can I bear to let other people near you when I’ve seen you like this?”
“You don’t have to, I’m yours.” Ballister bared his throat, hands gasping desperately at the sheets, “Just yours, only yours-“
“You gave yourself to others.” Ambrosius whispered fervently, “That’s gonna drive me mad.”
“I-I thought you hated me at the time.” Ballister managed to open his eyes, meeting Ambrosius’ heated gaze, “You thought I- ah -I’d betrayed you, I thought I’d never get to have you again. But it’s-oh fuck- it’s in the past now, love. I’m in your bed, not theirs, and if I had my way I’d never leave it.”
“On that we agree.” Ambrosius snapped his hips roughly, earning a cry from Ballister, “I’d keep you chained to this bed if I could, never let anyone else lay eyes or hands on you ever again.” Ambrosius fucked him like he had something to prove, like he needed to stake his claim deep and make sure Ballister knew exactly who he belonged to, a far cry from the eager puppy dog of a few minutes ago. It was heady, addictive, maddening, it drove all thoughts from his mind except Ambrosius and More and Fuck Me. The slick sounds of their joined bodies were absolutely filthy, lewd and obscene and mixed with mewls and moans, filling the room like an erotic symphony. It could have been minutes or hours before either of them spoke again, Ambrosius’ thrusts growing more erratic as he approached his release.
“Gonna cum soon, Bal.” he panted, face flushed and tight with pleasure, eyes on Ballister and Ballister alone, “Gonna fill you up all pretty, make you mine, fill you so full.”
“In me, in me-“ Ballister gasped, pleaded, arching and writhing, his release so close, “So close, ah, need to feel you, cum in me, cum inside-“
“That’s it, precious, cum for me, cum-“ Ballister clenched tightly around him, and Ambrosius came with a shuddering gasp, warm liquid heat filling Ballister, sating him in a way nothing else could, no one else could, and it was that feeling that ended up dragging him over the edge right alongside Ambrosius. He heard Ambrosius’ guttural groan as Ballister tightened around him, trembling and arching and soaking the sheets beneath them as they rode their peaks out together, a moment of pure bliss suspended in time for a long moment before they came back down to Earth.
Ambrosius didn’t pull out afterwards, draping himself over Ballister’s body as they caught their breaths, sinking into him as Ballister’s shaking arms wrapped securely around him once more, the two of them basking in the afterglow as they came down from their respective highs.
“I’m… sorry I slept with other people.” Ballister rasped after a few moments had passed, and Ambrosius huffed a shaky little laugh.
“I’m sorry I got so jealous.” he replied, curling into Ballister’s chest, “I know it’s… not the most attractive of traits.”
“It’s alright.” Ballister pulled him closer, burying his nose in golden hair, “I like it.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. Makes me feel loved.” he shrugged, “Like I’m worth keeping, you know?”
“You are.” Ambrosius nuzzled into his throat, “You’re… You’re so precious to me, Ballister. I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” Ballister rumbled, and that was that. They lay together, sweat and cum slowly cooling on their skin, but neither of them felt like moving to grab a towel.
“So um…” Ambrosius bit his lip, peering uncertain eyes up at Ballister, “You… The uh…”
“Hm?” Ballister prompted, and Ambrosius flushed.
“That uh… That stuff you said about all your partners wanting you to come back, and the gang leader proposing and all that…” he finally said, “That was just to rile me up, right?”
“…”
“Right?”
“I think it’s time we went to sleep, love.”
“Right, Ballister?”
“Good night, my heart.”
“Ballister!”
Ballister couldn’t help his laughter then, even as Ambrosius pouted, even as he leaned in to kiss that pout away, even as Ambrosius pouted harder and launched into a spiraling rant about what a cruel beast of temptation and torment his lover was, grasping his own hair and rambling about fighting off a tavern’s worth of suitors and taking down a gang and sabotaging a wedding.
It was fucking adorable.
Like this, with Ambrosius in a charming mental tailspin and trying to headlock him for being a vicious tease, every horrible thing he’d endured was absolutely worth it.