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Inescapable Afflictions
Optional Background Ambience 1 of 2
Sylus had gotten accustomed to tuning out the pretentious monologuing of his superior. He was growing sick of the Military General and his same four stories.
On the recieving end of these tired recollections were a group of freshly recruited subordinates. Dressed in thier formal military wear, thier eyes sparkled with awe as the General boasted about his most important conquests.
These rookies were attending thier first Military Ball, the bright music and extravagant decor making them feel as if they were a part of something grand. This would be Sylus' fifth annual Military Ball. If he knew anything about these rookies, it's that they'd be cannon fodder by this upcoming summer. If they survived, they'd be responsible for recruiting more naive troops.
Despite Sylus working his way up the ranks of the Veldha City Military, the position of being the General's right hand man became more exhausting with each passing day.
Sylus' preferential treatment from the General allowed him a lot of wiggle room to do as he pleased during his free time. Unfortunately, this freedom was exchanged for being paraded around during any event of importance. The General insited Sylus remain within arms reach at all times, even if he had nothing to contribute. He was basically the General's guard dog. If no one knew any better, the close age range between the two of them would have one think they were of equal ranking, given the General was visibly older than Sylus by only a few human years.
"Isn't that right, Graves?" The General elbows Sylus back into reality.
"Yes, General." Sylus tries his best to respond with enthusiasm.
Sylus' alternate identity, Aleson Graves, was a name he'd grown fond of over the years. His favorite of many names, actually.
"You must have had one too many drinks tonight." The General announces, knowing he hadn't seen Sylus even LOOK at a drink.
"See kids, Graves is a big guy, so he thinks he can handle more than a pint or two. But I've known him long enough to know he has the tolerance of a prepubescent boy." He says mockingly as if Sylus wasn't standing RIGHT THERE.
Sylus raises an eyebrow, cutting his eyes toward the General as he continues his rambling. Sylus can smell the scent of pride seeping off of him. He knew it took nothing less than observing eyes and a sliver of a chance before the General would take the opportunity to belittle anyone within arms reach.
The General continues.
"Graves has been a great member of the team, but he gets a bit too drunk to where even the maidens in the brothels won't touch him." He elbows Sylus again, trying to curb his increasing annoyance. He knew he was being demeaning. He simply didn't care.
"Thankfully so," Sylus retorts. "since I DO have a wife and children back home." This was another lie- another part of his alternate persona that helped him fit in with his colleagues.
The General follows up with a boisterous laugh. "I mean, what your wife doesn't know won't hurt her, right?"
The rookies are slowly becoming uncomfortable watching this scene unfold, and Sylus could no longer hold back the daggers in his gaze. He was less offended on behalf of his nonexistent wife, and more annoyed that every time the General dragged him into a crowd, he would always find a way to make them a spectacle.
Sylus was incapable of feeling embarrassment- rather, against his own desires, he became increasingly drawn in by the scent of the General. He had been since he'd joined the military. This was his plan after all. Find a corrupted, rotten soul worthy of consumption. It was times like this where Sylus could feel the weight of his plan backfiring against him. He was HUNGRY.
"General Elmec." Sylus says to the General. "If you'll excuse me, I'd like to take a trip to the restroom." Sylus takes a graceful step back, ready to pivot away from the nauseating scent of this man's egoic aura.
"Actually Graves, don't leave yet-" General Elmec says, reaching into the chest pocket of his beige and black uniform. "I have something for you."
Sylus, holding his breath, turns to Elmec, unamused. His eyelids dropped downward to compensate for their slight height difference. In response, the General rolls his shoulders back and lifts his chin- like a bird trying to assert dominance.
"A letter from the King. I was instructed to deliver this to you after meeting with His Majesty this morning." He said a bit too loudly, the smugness of his tone increasing as he hands Sylus the letter. "In fact, you're dismissed for the night, Graves. I need your written response to the King ready to go before sunrise."
No longer bothering to make eye contact with Sylus, Elmec flicks his wrist, shooing him away. Sylus couldn't help but stand there and get one last whiff of that sick, sweet scent of Elmec's aroma.
He does as ordered, taking long strides toward the exit- ignoring all of the esteemed greetings from his comrades and the starstruck gaze of the newbies. He needed fresh air. Quickly.
Dead leaves crunch under Sylus' boots, his eyes set on the orange and yellowing trees in the near distance. He makes it there before he realizes, quickly becoming captivated by the scenery just beyond the hill. The sun was setting, and a chilly breeze brings in a much appreciated gust of oxygen. The muddled sounds of the Military Ball behind him, and the lively celebration of the townsfolk beneath him gives Sylus a chance to breathe.
The bustling below was of the town's Autumn festival- one last hurrah before hunkering down for winter. At times, he felt he could get used to being a commoner. But that feeling of comfort paled in comparison to the nagging pit in his stomach.
It'd been over two years since he was able to harvest a soul to eat. His years as a young dragon made it difficult to control his hunger pangs, and there were times he lacked control. He would get a whiff of someone, corner them at the earliest opportunity, and devour them without a trace. After a while those hunting sprees became troublesome, as the last town he was in began making newspaper headlines about missing townsfolk. It was then Sylus realized he couldn't keep up this habit.
His plan? Find the most dishonorable, depraved souls he could find- and eat those people instead. Those are the souls that were most satisfactory, and could hold him off for longer periods of time. He couldn't care less about the morality of it.
Sylus, finally mentally stable, unclenches his fists. He remembers the letter from the King that General Elmec gave him. He knew he'd be scolded for crinkling a message from the King. He opens the letter.
"My dearest Aleson, the time since our last night together has been longer than I can bear. The passion of our last encounter has kept me awake night after night. Please ease me of this yearning.
- John Elmec
Northern bathhouse. Midnight."
Sylus rolled his eyes and chuckled. This wasn't a letter from the King- this was Elmec's desperate attempt at reaching out for a midnight rendezvous.
Sylus reached in his vest to check his pocket watch. He had an hour and a half before this scheduled meet up, but he needed to stage an alibi.
Optional Background Ambience 2 of 2
11:45 PM
Sylus had made his way to the Nothern Bathhouse about 15 minutes ago.
As planned, there was no one around to see him leave his private quarters and make it to the bathhouse cabin.
The cabin was built around a hot spring, a short wall of grey bricks circling the steaming pool of water. Across the room was a few self-operating bathing stations. Since the cabin was fairly small, the continuous steam from the hot spring kept the inside warm, despite the chilly autumn air. A large window on the roof allowed moonlight to shine through into the room, but Sylus still lit a few candles for better illumination.
The towel around Sylus' waist provided an extra layer of warmth as he sat waist-deep in the hot spring. He tilted his head from side to side, rolling his shoulders back a few times, actually enjoying this time to himself.
Soon enough, the cabin door creaks open, and a familiar pair of boots slide into view. Sylus already knew who it was- he could sense him before he heard his footsteps approaching. Soon, Sylus is making extended eye contact with General Elmec.
Seemingly dumbfounded, Elmec is stuck in place. He clears his throat. "Ahem... Graves." He mumbles in a greeting tone.
"Hello, John." Sylus greets in return. He sees something stir in Elmec as he hears the sound of his own first name. Another silence follows, and he takes this time to use his eye on Elmec.
Elmec was reveling in Sylus' glory, capturing any visible inch of his glistening body. Sylus could smell the flurry of different emotions coming from him. He took great amusement in seeing the General in this state.
"Is this all you wanted, John? Just to look at me?" Sylus asks with a false twinge of self-pity.
"Well, I-" Elmec babbles.
"Lock the door behind you." Sylus points his chin toward the entrance.
"Yes, of course." Elmec fumbles with the lock before turning back toward Sylus.
"Be sure to clean yourself before coming into the bath." Sylus demands again.
Elmec hurriedly removes his boots, leaving them by the door. Without a word, he humbly approaches the showering area. He makes effort to disrobe, unbuttoning his uniform shirt before realizing-
"I... didn't bring any soap." He says, back still turned to Sylus, his face toward the bathing trough.
"That's fine." Sylus replies. "You can use mine."
Elmec turns his head, and Sylus points to the soap bar at the edge of the hot spring.
Bringing a nearby bucket with him, Elmec walks towards the hot spring with eyes glued to the ground. He bends over to dip the empty bucket into the water, his gaze flickering up toward Sylus every other second. Sylus, without even a blink, is staring back.
"You were in this much of a hurry you forgot to bring bath supplies into the bath house?" Sylus teases, watching Elmec's ears turn from a neutral beige into a crimson red. He could smell both fear and shame on him.
Once the bucket is full of water, Elmec stands, grabbing the bar of soap Sylus offered him.
"Thank you." He murmurs, turning back to the showering trough. He uses the bucket to fill an overhead bin, and continues to disrobe.
"Where are the others?" Sylus inquires.
"Everyone went to the town festival." Elmec removes his shirt completely, placing it on the surface closest to him. "The rest went to thier quarters for the night."
His back was broad, his muscular arms matching the sturdiness of his torso. He was about 6 or 7 inches shorter than Sylus, and not as lean, leaving a soft layer on top of his built body.
"Did anyone see you come here?" Sylus watches him remove his pants, his hefty thighs flexing with his swift movements.
"No. I told them I would catch up with them after I went to the market for more wine."
Sylus could tell by Elmec's body language that he was embarrassed to be the center of attention. No matter how many times they'd met, Sylus could smell the anxious excitement emanating from him. Unlike Sylus, Elmec at one point actually had a wife and child back home. Because of this, Elmec insisted thier meetings remain confidential.
At some point after regularly meeting with Sylus, Elmec abandoned his wife. Sylus refused to believe thier affair was the sole reason of the separation. However, he also wouldn't admit that he perhaps intentionally pushed the separation along. He had heard Elmec countless times speak so poorly of his wife and child, that even he felt bad for her. Sylus couldn't help but feel that maybe he'd freed her in some way, and maybe she could finally find someone who cared for her. Elmec sure didn't.
"So the crew will be looking for you soon, then?" Sylus raised an eyebrow.
"Possibly," Elmec uses his hands to lather the soap bar. "but I'm sure they'll priorotize thier fun over a search for thier boss."
Now in full nude, Elmec's body was living proof of how rigorously he trained. Sylus admired him as he bathed, sloppily lathering his skin with suds.
Elmec was angling his body in attempts to hide his flustered face and slowly stiffening erection. This gave Sylus a premium view of his backside. Now, he thought, was the time to ensure Elmec turned into the most vulnerable, pathetic version of himself. He wanted to smell more of that sweet desperation.
"Please hurry, John. It's unbearable to witness beauty I cant touch." Sylus cooed flirtatiously.
Elmec's breathing quickened after Sylus' statement, making sure to go over his body once more with the sponge. Wrapping his hand around a chain hanging from the over head trough, he gently tugs it to release water onto himself.
The sight of Elmec drenching himself was picturesque- the orange glow of candlelight highlighted the soap suds that rolled down his body as he washed them away. A scent akin to fresh fruit, paired with the sight of Elmec's toned midsection was undeniably seductive. Sylus couldn't help but to get a full whiff of Elmec's sweet sweet shame.
Elmec reaches for a towel to wrap around his waist, but Sylus stops him before he can pick it up.
"Don't bother." Sylus assures him. It'd be a waste for that scent to be smothered.
"Oh- okay." Elmec mumbled. He approaches the edge of the hot spring, his large hands bashfully covering how hard he already was.
Sylus pretended to grant him some decency by looking away as he lowered himself into the water, but they had fooled around enough times to where Sylus had memorized nearly every part of his body.
The water rippled for a while before Sylus looked up. Elmec was speechless as they locked eyes. The anxiety and uncertainty resembled the sweet smell of burning wood, poking at Sylus' hunger pangs.
A silence befalls them, Sylus' voice cutting through the tension like a warm knife.
"You've been quite flippant lately." He says with the twitch of an eyebrow.
Elmec's eyelids pulse for a fraction of a second, reflecting the frantic palpitations of his heart.
"I... you're right. I'm sorry." He sighs, folding under the pressure immediately.
"After the little show you put on earlier, you had the nerve to summon me to this place like a mindless toy. Is that all I am to you, John?"
"No! No, of course not- I... value you more than anything." He gushed, trying to plea his case. "I just-"
"So you demean your valuables in front of others?" Sylus inquires sarcastically. He was squeezing the situation as much as he could. The scent of fresh fruit was back and too prominent for him to resist. He could care less how he was portrayed. In fact, smelling how powerful Elmec felt while he degraded others was always a treat for Sylus.
"I just- I couldn't handle how one of the rookies kept looking at you, Aleson. I was suppressing my frustration. I was beside myself." He sheepishly inches closer to Sylus. "Please accept my apology."
Sylus lifts his hand toward John, using the knuckle of his pointer finger to gently graze Elmec's cheek, whose face flickered to an expression of yearning.
"A rookie was eyeing me." Sylus responded flatly. "And that was enough for you to defile me in front of everyone?"
"Aleson- I'll make things right. Let me make it up to you." He responds frantically, leaning his head into Sylus' feathery touch. "Please-"
"Oh?" Sylus retracts his hand, crossing his arms. "How are you going to do that?"
Elmec sighed, the tips of his ears burning hot. His desperate gaze searching Sylus' expression with hopes to find permission to proceed.
John's heartbeat created a pulsating wave of eagerness through the air. Sylus was finding it hard to steady his own breathing. He was fighting the urge to take in deep whiffs of Elmec. He was intoxicating.
Sylus, nearly lost in the thought of ravaging Elmec, was unaware of the distance closing between them. John, with shaky fingertips grazing Sylus' forearm, leans his face down to press his lips on Sylus' shoulder.
"Aleson..." He kisses Sylus' shoulder again. "I've missed you."
Sylus watched Elmec as he pleaded, his expression nervous, nearly pathetic as his eyebrows pressed together.
"John-" Sylus lifts a hand to hold the slide of Elmec's shaven face, grazing his thumb across his bottom lip. "It has been some time since we've been together like this, hasn't it?" He whispers, sliding his hand to the back of Elmec's head, slowly pulling him closer until thier lips meet.
Elmec immediately releases a suppresed whimper against Sylus' lips.
Sylus takes initiative, parting Elmec's lips with his tongue. He knew it wouldn't take much more than that to turn him into putty.
With every deepening kiss, Elmec weakened, his shaky hand finding courage to rest against Sylus' chest.
The scent in the air was thick with desperation. The smell resembled
moonshine soaked fruit in a freshly carved wooden bowl. Sylus groaned to cover the sound of his stomach growling. He pulls Elmec in, the water sloshing around them with the sudden movement.
"Come closer-" Sylus mumbles in between thier fervent kisses.
Elmec moves until he's straddling Sylus' towel covered lap. His erection was prominent- the thick, heavy shaft introducing a reddened head to the water's surface. The sight of it undeniably stirred something inside Sylus. He could feel himself stiffening against his towel. Sylus carefully grabs Elmec's thighs beneath the water, sliding his hands until they meet his hips.
"Ales‐ mnnn..." Elmec rolls his hips, his member beckoning Sylus' attention. His eyes are drawn to it just as Elmec takes it in his firm grasp.
Sylus plants a string of firm kisses from Elmec's muscular chest up to his collar bone. "You're this excited already?" He teases, chuckling near Elmec's ear. "Are you always like this when you think of me?"
Elmec's breath shallowed, his fist clenching around his own member as he begins to stroke himself. "I- haven't been able to f... hmmmn-" He responds, his moans getting in the way of his sentences.
"What was that?" Sylus slides his fingers up the back of John's head before dragging his tongue up his neck.
"Mnn-" Elmec continues. "I can't bring myself to... completion... without you.. or thinking of you."
"Oh?" Sylus pulls back a bit, looking down at Elmec pleasuring himself. He quickly steals a kiss from Elmec's confessing lips. "Well, I'm here now... show me."
John looks up with inquiring eyes.
Sylus meets his gaze with encouragement. "How you've been pleasuring yourself since we've been apart. Won't you show me?"
John's eyes widen, his pupils dilated. "I don't know if I can-"
"What do you think of while you touch yourself to me?" Sylus asks, ignoring John's protest. "Is this sauna meetup a fantasy you've been planning?"
John releases an audible sigh. "Yes, I've been desiring you for weeks on end-" John adds a twisting motion as he continues to stroke himself.
Sylus is slowly pushing up against John, his breathing deep and calculated as he tries not to overwhelm himself with John's scent. "Did you think of anything else?"
"Yes, I-" John hesitated. "I thought of the way you look at me. Your body, and- mmnnh... your voice." He said sheepishly.
"How sweet-" Sylus cups John's face in his hands. "Is there anything else you wanted tonight?"
"I want you, Aleson-" John grinds harder on Sylus' lap, thrusting again into his own fists. "All of you." He closed his eyes in attempts to hide his shame.
"Your vulnerability is overtaking you tonight." Sylus tilts his head back, using his eye on John. He was instantly hit with a flurry of anxiety and desire.
John didn't reply, only leaning in to steal a kiss from Sylus. His lips moved urgently and with purpose, as if trying to covey a message of words left unsaid.
It had been a while since Sylus was ravaged in this way, and he had to admit- he enjoyed the attention. Intimacy was much better when Sylus sensed a connection. It made it easier for Sylus to get into the swing of things.
He felt John's fingers tracing the edge of the towel around his waist, and he didn't resist. John fished around until his hand was wrapped around Sylus' erect cock.
Sylus shivered at the sensation.
John, whose hands were now occupied, stroked them both in a slow, sensual motion under the steaming water. His arms and chest flexed as he panted under the moonlight.
Sylus widened his legs with John still straddling him, making it a bit easier to thrust into John's hand. Pressing his fingers into the firm flesh of John's hips, he leans back, enjoying the sight of the desperate man in his lap.
"Am I pleasing you, Aleson?" John sighs, quickening his strokes before craning his neck to nibble on Sylus' ears. "Please- I need to know."
Sylus exhales loud enough to stifle the aroused chuckle that was caught in his throat. John had always been the more submissive one between them- but tonight, he was even more so. He was really eager to please.
"Of course you are-" Sylus purrs, turning his lips to John's ear while sliding his hands up to his waist. "You always do."
John squeezes his eyes shut, probably trying to withold release. He slows his strokes to a comfortable pace.
"Here..." Sylus says, gently sliding John off his legs. He slides up the wall behind him until he's sitting on the edge of the hot spring, leaving his towel behind in the water. He held eye contact as he looked down at John. "Would you like to pleasure me even more?"
John, still partially submerged in the water, looked up at Sylus with a deep admiration. There before him, in full nudity for his eyes only, was a true man. In John's eyes, Aleson was what every man wanted to be- handsome and confident, strong and poised. Subconsciously, he felt that maybe if they could share even a single moment of synchrony, he could get a chance to experience how it feels to be Aleson. Even his manhood was perfect- long, thick and hefty, standing at command. It's as if it had its own gravitational pull. Without another word, John parts his lips and leans toward Sylus' hips, ready to get a mouthful of what he's been missing for so long.
"John?" Sylus stops John by gently grabbing a handful of his hair. "It's been a while since you've done this- do you think you can manage?"
John looks up with widened eyes. "Yes..." He says, eyes flickering downward to Sylus' throbbing erection. "And even if I wasn't, I'd endure it... for you." It was only after he swallowed that he realized his mouth was watering.
"How ambitious~" Sylus cooed, tightening his grip on John's hair. Pulling his head closer, he releases a sigh as he felt the warm, wet sensation of John's tongue sliding up his cock.
The vibrations of John's eager hums travel through Sylus' erection and up his spine. John wasted no time attempting to take the full length into his mouth, slacking his jaw and tongue, making it his mission to feel Aleson at the back if this throat.
Sylus loved this part of human intimacy- it was like being worshipped in the best way. The way John slid his head up and down so fervently reminded Sylus of all of the humans who he'd made deals with in the past. They always bowed to him, begging for something- usually to lend them his power- but only offering a brief display of humility and useless treasures in return. It was nice to receive something for once, even if it was only to temporarily satisfy his carnal pleasures.
John held Sylus' tip in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head with a rhythmic pace. He knew this was something that riled Aleson up, and he was determined to bring him to the brink.
"That's it-" Sylus huffed, bucking into John's mouth a bit. "You don't even have to ask what I like anymore, do you?" He pushed himself deeper.
John moaned, his mouth full. His eyes fluttering while Aleson used his mouth at his leisure.
Their eyes met again, and John couldn't help but notice how Aleson's eyes shined, even at night. One sparkled a bit more than the other, and he felt a sudden connection with him as the warm rod slid across the inside of his cheeks. He choked a bit, but opened his airway to make room for Aleson's thrusts.
"I can tell there's something else you desire, John." Sylus suggests enticingly, raking his fingertips across the top of John's head. "Are you afraid to tell me?"
John's heart skipped a beat. It was like Aleson was reading his mind. There actually was something he wanted. Something that they hadn't done together despite all the times they'd been intimate.
Sylus retracts his hips, granting John a few huffs of air before pushing into his mouth again. He goes in as far as he can, followed by a handful of slow, short thrusts to the back of John's throat.
"You've been doing great so far... don't keep secrets from me~" Sylus holds John's head in place for a few seconds before retracting again, giving him another chance to breathe.
Before John could fully catch his breath, he was already using his tongue to lap up the shine from Sylus' cock. He whimpered at the erratic twitching of the hot organ on his tongue, flickering his tongue through the slit of the cock head. He was met with the familiar taste of Sylus' precum on his tastebuds. The addictive sound of Sylus' grunts motivated him to proceed.
"Aleson..." John looked up with pleading eyes. "If I told you that I prepared myself- would you indulge me?"
"Prepared?" Sylus gently rakes away the damp hair sticking to John's forehead. "In what way?"
Sylus was teasing him. He knew exactly what John meant- but he couldn't resist teasing him.
John tilted his head, his stubble briefly grating at Sylus' inner thigh. He wraps a hand around the base of Sylus' girth, trying to muster the courage to express his desires. "I want you inside of me..." He sighs, a hint of defeat in his breath. "...rectally."
Sylus' eyebrows twitch. He was slightly surprised John finally admitted this to him- he was used to teasing him, but could never get him to say it.
"If that's what you really want, John..." Sylus sighs, pulling Elmec up toward him.
They make repeated pecks at each other's lips as Sylus slides back in his seated position, allowing John to straddle him. The slippery skin of John's forearms slide against the back of Sylus' neck.
Looking down at thier hardened cocks, Sylus uses a single hand to press the underside of their shafts together. John's body jolts in favor of the sensation.
"Hnng~Aleson, I-" He gasped, taken off guard by the increasing speed of Sylus' strokes. Thier reddened cock heads slide against one another, and John felt a familiar feeling in his groin. “I can't hold much longer-”
Sylus enjoyed how well John was responding to him. The closer their bodies became, the intoxicating scent of lust deepened around them.
“Finishing so soon?” Sylus patronized, releasing his grip. “We haven't even gotten to the bast part yet-” He wraps an arm around John's midsection, pulling him close enough until his hips lift from his lap. He fished a hand between them to grab the base of his cock, trying to feel around for John's entrance.
As if on cue, John reaches beneath him to help Sylus align with him. He feels the tip graze his hole, then lowers his hips a bit.
“There-” He says encouragingly. “just- OH!”
He yelps as Sylus pushes upward, pushing the fist inch of his cock into him.
Sylus loosens his hold on John, allowing him agency to lower himself when he was ready. But John was frozen in place. He had spent time using his fingers in preparation for Aleson- he didn't know it'd be so overwhelming. The feeling of being stretched made his eyes widen and his breathing quicken.
“Is it too much?” Sylus murmurs with slight concern.
The question pulled John back into reality. “No-” He gasped. “no…”
Sylus places a hand on the side of John's neck and swiped his thumb across his cheek, the prickles of stuble poking his warm, dewy skin. “We can stop of it hurts-” He whispers, the stirring in his groin a silent protest against his words.
Eyes shut and eyebrows furrowed, John caresses Sylus’ forearm before releasing the tension on his thighs. Slowly, he lowers, taking Sylus deeper.
A gutteral sound reverberates through Sylus’ chest in response to the warmth enveloping his length. John was being stubborn and greedy, as usual. It didn't take him long to sit all the way down.
Overcome with desire, John releases a sequence of soft huffs as he adjusts to the fullness.
“You really did practice for me didn't you?” Sylus nods with encouragement, trying to keep his cool. “You're doing well-”
John's heart flutters at the compliment, giving into his urge to move. “I… want to feel you more.” He rocks his hips, gently sliding back and forth. A moan of relief escapes his lips.
Sylus reaches to grab John's waist as he gains the confidence to move more fluidly. John was so tight and warm around him, he couldn't believe how he was handling being stretched like this.
John continues, and the hot, humid air is filled with grunts and stifled moans. They could no longer tell if they were covered in water or sweat.
“Aleson, I've wanted you like this for so long-” He whimpers as he bounces his body up and down.
Of course, he had known for a while. “Is it as you imagined?” Sylus asks, making sure to curl his hips upward into John's quivering hole.
John didn't answer, his jaw was slacked and his eyelids were fluttering.
Sylus gets a eyeful of John writhing above him, “Is that a ‘no’?” He chuckles, knowing John was too high on bliss to form a coherent response.
“Maybe I'll-” Sylus grunts as he pulls John as close as he can. He holds him tight, his cock still inside, and uses their body weight to roll them over until John was on his back. “- have to take the initiative myself?”
John was reduced to a moaning mess, barely able to breathe. He could only sense the velvety tone of Sylus’ voice and the occasional splash of the hot spring as Sylus positioned himself to keep the momentum going. He flickered his eyes open, looking down to where they connected before trailing his eyes up Sylus’ heaving, glistening body. Once their eyes met, a shockwave went through him.
Sylus’ eye was tingling, and his cock twitched wildly inside John's walls as he picked up on John's desires. He wanted to be claimed- to be possessed. Realizing this quickly activated Sylus’ instincts, taking him from passionate lover to a man with a mission.
He pulls one of John's legs over his shoulder and uses a free hand to hold back the other. Pulling his hips back, he slid his cock halfway out before pushing it in again. “Tell me what you want.” He demands, pressing himself deeper, then grinding his hips.
“Ahhmm~” John cries out at the new depths he was experiencing. His face contorts into an expression of desperation. “Please, Aleson- keep going?”
Sylus slowly but steadily increases his rhythm, his self control slipping. He was trying not to go full drive, but his needs were quickly overwhelming him. Soon, his thrusts were matching his heartbeat. The sound of damp skin slapping echoed through the room, and John's desperate pleas were sending Sylus over the edge.
“Aleson, you-” John gasps. “Hmmmnnn~”
“Hm?” Sylus hums, their lovemaking sounds genuinely making it difficult to hear John speak- he slows down, noticing he was a bit beside himself.
“I'm getting close-” John utters. “Its- you're so-”
“It's okay,” Sylus reaches down and grasps John's cock, circling his thumb on the sensitive underside where the shaft meets the head. “You don't have to hold back-”
John, gyrating and whimpering, reaches a hand behind Sylus’ neck to pull him in for a
kiss. Thier tongues interplay with fervor, and John is seconds away from reaching his peak.
Sylus, much more immersed than he thought he'd be, is as deep as possible, rocking his hips in attempts to reach even deeper. He inhaled heavily through his nose, reveling in the scent of John's desperation. It had been so long since he'd smelled someone's vulnerability this intensely.
He and John lock eyes again, and his ability to sense John's desire heightens. Sylus’ stomach flips. John wants to belong to him. He wants to be claimed. To be consumed. Sylus’ stomach flips again.
The sudden stark connection felt like a bridge between two minds. John felt a sense of urgency wash over him, and reaches his edge without warning.
“Ahhhh- AH! AH!” His face quivers as he shoots spurts of warm, silky cum into the space between thier bodies. With both arms, he slides his hands up Sylus’ back as his legs tense and his hips buck beneath him.
Sylus feels that tingle in his groin. Pumping John through his orgasm, he allows himself to be pulled in closer. His body was clenching erratically and his breathing was no longer under his control. John's orgasm made him much tighter and hotter around Sylus’ relentless thrusts. More importantly, John's scent was getting the best of Sylus. He couldn't stop breathing him in.
“Are you close, Aleson?” John panted, enjoying the many licks and nibbles that Sylus was planting in the crook of his neck.
“Mn-Hm.” He grumbled into John's skin, using a hand to pull his neck closer into his mouth. Sucking the skin, he rolls his tongue across the tender flesh. He was drooling.
“Mnh- faster, Aleson. I'm ready.” John pushes his fingers through Sylus’ damp, silvery hair.
Those words of encouragement made Sylus’ balls tighten, the scent of submission and debauchery swirling around them like a sentient entity. Sylus hadn't experienced anything like this in his recent memory.
“Mnngh! UHH!” After a handful of final thrusts, Sylus reaches release with a few short grunts. He wraps his arms around John, still nipping his neck when, as deep as he can push, his cock head pulses indefinitely, releasing hot spurts of cum into John's insides.
John, still high off his orgasm, lets Sylus use his teeth to make marks across his skin, a gentle tear emerging from the corner of his eye. He was happy to be in Aleson's arms. Proud, even.
Sylus was in another world. He was heaving, mouth watering, relishing the decadent blend of scents and sensations.
Behind his eyes, he was standing under a tree on a warm summer day. He reaches up, picking a ripe fruit off a nearby branch. He holds it to his lips, noticing how the sun had warmed the fruit to a perfectly sun-kissed temperature. He takes a bite, parting his lips before chomping down. The juices cover his tastebuds and he groans, using the tip of his tongue to collect stray drops from the corners of his mouth.
Sylus’ brain buzzed, the euphoria making his eyelids quake. He felt increasingly gratified in ways he'd long forgotten was possible. He audibly sighed between gritted teeth.
*Smack*
Sylus’ body lunges forward without warning. His body drops onto the floor beneath him, and the hot spring splashes at his legs. He opens his eyes, and he's surrounded by sparkling flecks of red and gold. He looks around in a panic before the realization hits him.
He’d slipped into a frenzy.
He waves a hand in front of him, his fingers catching the few remaining sparkles before they disappeared. His body and soul felt like they had just awakened from a much needed slumber. However, his eyes widen as conflicting emotions tug at his throat.
“John?”
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Epilogue:
Sylus pulls a box from under the rickety bed in his room. He opens it and places a nearly empty jar inside. He was running low on walnut hull paste, and it was tiring to keep adding the paste to his hair to sustain the darkened color he started with. But he couldn't stop coloring his hair. Not for a while.
“Ivan?!” A faint voice calls out.
Sylus flips the lid on the box down, the abundance of gold coins clinking against the jar in the small wooden chest as he slides it back under the bed.
“Ivan, sweetie?” The soft, sweet voice gets closer, followed by a few, polite taps on Sylus’ door.
He stands up quickly, rushing to the door and swinging it open with a smile.
“Good morning, Mrs.Reisa.” Sylus smiles down at the elderly woman.
She peers up through her glasses, the bejeweled cords on either side swaying while she spoke.
“I know it's not time to open yet, but we have a few customers- some fellas back from a long trip, and I'd like to treat them to a nice meal.” She holds her hands to her heart.
“Of course,” Sylus nods. “anything for you, Mrs.Reisa.” He grabs his apron hanging on the wall, looping it over his head and tying it around his waist.
He follows her down the hall, which leads directly to the backside of a bar area. Three men sit on the opposing side of the elongated counter, and they look up at Sylus in awe.
“Good lord, Mrs.Reisa!” One of them exclaims. “When you said you had a ‘nice boy’ helping you out, I wasn't expecting this mammoth!” He laughed.
“Yeah, this guy is bigger than ME!” The second one chimes in.
Sylus laughs with them before Mrs.Reisa intervenes.
“Yes, Ivan here has been helping out with the cooking and cleaning. Things have been much easier with him around.” She gushed, wrapping her hands over Sylus’ forearm.
“Well,” Sylus adds, “She's been so gracious to let me work here in exchange for a place to stay since I lost my home to a fire a few months ago. I'm forever in her debt.”
Mrs.Reisa warmly tilts her head onto Sylus’ arm, patting him gently on the shoulder before walking away.
The third gentleman had yet to say a word. He was nose deep into the local newsprint. Sylus got a quick glimpse at the back of the paper. On it were poorly drawn sketches of two men. Underneath the sketches read:
MISSING
General John Elmec
Lieutenant Aleson Graves
Any information leading
to the recovery of these
men will be rewarded with
financial compensation.
“Don't mind him,” The first guy blurts. “He's the academic of the group.”
Sylus moves his eyes away from the paper and clasps his hands together.
“In that case, what would you gentlemen like to eat this morning?”
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