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“Finally.”
Antinous couldn’t agree more. Having spent the past eight hours cooped up in the council room with a bunch of whining men is eight hours too long. Next time, he’s going to bring an army of rats with him and set them loose the moment those pathetic bastards suggest something stupid— which would be within the first few minutes of the meeting.
He holds nothing but respect for Telemachus and his father for being able to put up with such foolishness. Antinous hasn’t even been married to the family for a year and he’s grown sick of the way that those selfish pricks prance around the palace like they own it. As if they haven’t been whittling away at the royal’s patience for decades. One of these days Antinous is pretty sure that Odysseus is going to send them off a cliff. But until that day comes, they’re stuck listening to the old men complain about not exploiting the working class enough.
Pampered pigs, all of them.
“If I had to listen to another fucking word— hmpf!”
Telemachus’ complaining is cut off when Antinous presses his mouth to his. He has to go up on his tip toes, a fact that Telemachus has never failed to tease him on. And no matter how many times Antinous retaliates with a headlock, the younger man still finds a way to wheeze about it.
Antinous slides a hand to Telemachus’ neck and plays with his choker. Gold, matching the same one on his own neck. “You seem stressed, little wolf,” Antinous croons. The irony of calling Telemachus little wolf is not lost on them but this time Telemachus seems too preoccupied with pressing their lips together to make a comment about it. Which is as well, Antinous would just pin him down until he apologizes, preferably with his face between his—
“Hmm, and what if I am?” Telemachus whispers against his mouth. “Watcha goin’ to do about it,” a flash in those blue eyes. “Champ?”
Retaliation except Telemachus just moans when Antinous sinks his teeth into his bottom lip.
It’s hard to stay mad though, especially when Telemachus’ hands start to wander, sliding to Antinous’ hips and pulling him even closer. Their groins flush against each other.
“Someone’s rather excited,” Antinous snorts, rocking against the bulge underneath Telemachus’ chiton.
“Can you blame me? We’ve been cooped up all fucking day, didn’t even get a chance for that quickie this morning, my father beckoning us to breakfast,” Telemachus feigns a pout.
“You’re insatiable,” Antinous laughs. “Aren’t I the one who’s supposed to be hormonal?”
“It’s our baby,” Telemachus says simply.
Which gets a huff of laughter from Antinous. “But I’m the one carrying it.”
“Yeah,” Telemachus says, breathless and not from the kissing. His hands go from Antinous’ waist to his stomach, gently overtop of the ever so small bump. “You are.”
“It’s been four months, Tele, I think the novelty has worn off,” he says but his throat is tight and the stupid butterflies won’t stop fluttering against his ribs. Excitement, giddy is more like it. He's pregnant, with Telemachus’ baby. Fuck, he’s crying. Again.
“Never,” Telemachus whispers, hand coming up to brush away the tears staining Antinous’ cheeks.
“You’re so fucking corny,” Antinous grumbles. Rolling his eyes except the curving of his mouth and darkening cheeks give himself away.
“Yeah, for you.”
Antinous groans and to shut Telemachus the fuck up; smashes their lips together. It’s violent, like it usually is with them. Teeth and tongue clashing as they fight for a dominance neither will yield nor take. It’s a stalemate, as it always is. If Antinous had known that the first punch the little wolf threw at him all those years ago would lead him to making-out with the very same twink— well, he probably still would have crawled into Telemachus’ bed. But he would have been slightly more grumpy about it.
He moves his mouth from Telemachus’ lips to his jaw, then lower till he finds the juncture between the man’s neck and wastes no time.
“Tinous!” Telemachus’ voice squeaks, high and breathy and Antinous grins into his skin, working the sensitive flesh between his teeth. Sucking hard and Telemachus is grinding his hips up into the other man. “Hmm, fuck, you fucking prick. That’s gonna leave a mark!” Whiny, if anyone overheard them, they would think that Telemachus were the one about to bend over, except Antinous is the one rubbing his thighs together at the prospect of what sort of punishment Telemachus will give him.
Telemachus is pushing him away, not roughly and Antinous lets him. He’s strong— for an annoying, pampered prince who sits on his ass all day. Training with a war goddess definitely showing its hand. A glance between them, a conversation that doesn’t need words. Telemachus bites his lip. Antinous licks his.
“M’kay,” Telemachus giggles. His hands go to his shoulder, the clasp that’s keeping his chiton in place. He unclasps it, letting it drop to his waist. “So long as you’re sure.”
“Tele,” Antinous grumbles. “If you don’t fuck me im going to beat you black and blue.”
“You always say the sweetest things, Telemachus smiles. His hands rest upon his belt but Antinous stops him with his hands over top. “Hmm?”
“Let me, please.”
“Anti…”
“Let me serve you,” Antinous ghosts his lips over the hickey he left, light enough that his breath is the only thing touching Telemachus’ skin. The younger man shivers. “My king.”
And the sound that falls from Telemachus’ lips will be Antinous’ and Antinous’ only. No other person will dare make his beloved sound like this. Telemachus doesn’t seem to be able to form words anymore, so he just nods instead, biting his lip. The same lips that were downturned throughout the whole meeting. Antinous intends to fix that.
With skilled fingers, Antinous makes quick work of Telemachus’ belt. Tossing it somewhere behind them in the room. They’ll find it later. With the belt gone, there’s nothing to hold up Telemachus’ chiton and it falls to his feet with a soft plop.
His beloved bears no shame for his near nudity, only in his undergarments. Antinous knows that the looks he’s giving Telemachus is predatory. Without breaking eye contact, Antinous drops to his knees. Swiftly and with practiced ease. He’s mindful of the added person inside of him but he’s not so far along that they really need to be worried about it. He settles on his haunches and leans forward, nuzzling his face into Telemachus’ growing bulge. Inhaling the scent of his beloved.
“Anti…”
Still making eye contact, Antinios catches Telemachus’ undergarment between his teeth. Scraping a little against the man’s pelvis and the sharp gasp is enough to make any man weak in the knees. In one fluid motion, Antinous is pulling the garment down, switching to his hands once he gets to the man’s thighs and Telemachus wordlessly steps out of them.
Antinous cares not for Telemachus' clothes when he stares and stares at the younger man’s cock. Fuck, fuck. Little wolf has never been an understatement. Of course, if anyone were to ask him, he’d say that the precious prince was so small that he could barely feel him inside. But he’s always been known to be a liar.
“Pff, hmm, ah, Anti, you do not have to kiss it!” Telemachus’ voice raises higher and higher with each wet smooch that Antinous gives to his cock. The tip, the shaft, the base of his cock. Ducking down to lick up his balls before coming back to the top again. Telemachus is a blubbering mess, “Ah, Anti! You fucking t-tease!”
“Hmm?” Antinous says with as much feigned nativity as he can. Wrapping his lips around the tip and kitten-licking. He moans at the taste, something he will never get used to and doesn’t want to. It’s so inexplicably Telemachus and he can’t get enough of it. His hands are on Telemachus’ generous thighs, training with a goddess does have a few things that Antinous can appreciate and this is one of them. The more muscular and fatter Telemachus’ thighs are, the better. His cunt throbs with the memory of rubbing against these same thighs until he came just last night.
“Fuck, Anti,” Telemachus whines when Antinous digs his nails a little deeper into his skin. “M not gonna be able to stand—”
Antinous pops off of Telemachus’ cock— to both of their dismays— and stands. Before Telemachus can move, the older man is scooping him up in his arms and carrying him to their bed. Telemachus may be taller than him but Antinous is still plenty strong.
“Anti, wait, be careful of the baby—! Ack!” Telemachus is promptly dumped onto the bed. The landing is soft and Antinous smiles down at his gorgeous husband. Telemachus is propping himself up on his elbows, face flushed and lips parted as he pants.
He’s given exactly what he wants when Antinous removes his own clothes. A little harder since he’s so excited that he’s shaking a little bit but before too long, he’s as nude as Telemachus is. Keeping the jewelry on like Telemachus too. Makes it hotter.
Telemachus doesn’t hold back as his eyes rake of Antinous’ form, straying to his stomach and between his thighs. Antinous spreads his legs, a hand sneaking down and pulling at the skin on his pelvis, his clit poking out from its hood. Twitching and already seeking for stimulation. Antinous can feel how wet he is too. He’s been turned on ever since this morning when they couldn’t finish their sloppy make-out session and jerk off when they had to go to breakfast.
“Anti…” Telemachus breathes.
“Is that the only word you remember, pretty boy?” Antinous teases.
The prince of Ithaca’s eyebrow raises. “If you don’t finish what you started,” a point at his erection, “I’m edging you for five hours.”
Tempting, very tempting and Antinous shivers at the thought. Thighs rubbing together when he pulls his hand away from his clit. “Fine.” He crawls onto the bed, making sure that Telemachus can still get an eyeful of his ass, he’s not a monster.
Telemachus adjusts himself, pulling himself back so that he can lean against the headboard, pillows cushioning his back so that he can spread his legs as wide as he wants. His cock is already proud, and Antinous almost rolls his eyes at that. But doing so would mean tearing his gaze from said cock. Leaking at the tip already and twitching like a hound for its prey. Balls heavy and shaft curving slightly to the side.
His mouth waters and he licks his lips, crawling closer until he can situate himself between those plump thighs. “That’s it,” Telemachus coos, like talking to a pet.
“If you tell me to come to Daddy, I’m biting it off,” Antinous says dryly.
“That was one time!” Telemachus pouts, although his cock gives another twitch. “And you made fun of me for like weeks, still do.”
“Because you deserve it.”
“No,” Telemachus’ pout turns into a calculated hard look. “What I deserve is to have my pretty, little husband suck my cock until I’m filling his stomach with my cum. Since the first batch already went so well and you’re growing with my child.”
Of course Antinous’ body decides to betray him with a full body shiver and a desperate bark of a moan from his lips. It’s not his fault, this fucking twat just effects him. Somehow. He shouldn’t. Telemachus is pathetic and stupid and ugly and so fucking annoying. It’s a wonder anyone can stand to look at him.
Antinous’ eyes latch back onto the cock and he can feel himself drooling. Actually. Pathetic. But he’s situating himself between Telemachus’ thighs anyways.
“Thank you,” Telemachus purrs and Antinous has half a mind to flip him over and spank him for being so smug. Except the last time he did that, Telemachus left him tied up spread eagle in their bed for two days.
So Antinous just ducks his head and nods. Since his lips are there anyways, he lets them wander over those plump thighs. He feels the muscles jump under his mouth and his lips curve into a smile.
“Anti…” Telemachus moans. And Antinous hasn’t even done anything to him yet. Not really. He’s just getting started.
His mouth moves upwards, dipping closer and closer to Telemachus’ most sensitive part of his thighs. Tastes divine, Antinous can feel himself growing wetter and wetter with every swipe of his tongue. He’s sure that if he concentrates enough, he could very well one day, bring himself to an orgasm by licking and kissing Telemachus’ thighs alone.
Of course he gets to his feast soon enough. Though apparently not soon enough for Telemachus who is whining particularly high and squirming. His balls hang low and cock curving slightly on his stomach. “Please, fuck.”
Hearing his husband beg like that makes warmth pool in Antinous’ gut. There’s a sort of pride to be had for being able to make a warrior of the mind, be utterly pathetic and needy. Of course, it’s Antinous who will have Telemachus’ cock in his mouth. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“An—fuck!” Telemachus’ begging gets cut off into a low groan as Antinous licks a sudden strip up his shaft. It coats his tongue and he makes sure to flatten as much as he can on Telemachus’ cock. Inhaling deeply the musky smell of his prince—no, his king. Because even though Telemachus is a prince in the eyes of the island, there’s no other man Antinous will truly submit himself to. Only his king.
Another and another until Antinous is lapping up Telemachus’ cock like a dog with a bone. A shame Telemachus doesn’t like it when he uses his teeth. He would have loved to gnaw on the sensitive flesh until Telemachus came in his hair.
“Anti, Anti, hmm, fuck!” Telemachus is grunting and writhing on the bed. Fingers twisting in the sheets as his husband slobbers over his prize.
Antinous hums, moving his head up to Telemachus’ stomach where the head is. Making eye contact with Telemachus, he hovers his tongue over the head of the cock before wagging it back and forth in rapid succession. Like a finger flicking a clit— something Telemachus does to Antinous often.
Telemachus is trying to buck up into Antinous’ mouth to get him to properly suck him off but Antinous is having none of it. He braces his hands on Telemachus’ wonderful thighs and applies as much weight as he can, which is more than usual with their bun in the oven. Holding Telemachus down, Antinous continues to kitten lick and puppy lap up the treat laid out for him.
Grunting and groaning and doing his best not to grab Antinous’ head and force him to swallow him, Antinous is impressed with Telemachus’ resilience.
That deserves a reward.
He pulls his face back after leaving one last kiss. Telemachus growls when he does, not knowing what Antinous’ plan is and simply feeling the animalistic irritation at having his husband no longer pleasing him. The commanding tone sends a shiver racing up Antinous’ spine and he lets himself indulge. Just a little. Leaning back on his haunches and tracing a finger over his clit.
He goes slowly, a good show for Telemachus who props himself back up on his elbows. “What gives?”
Antinous merely smiles. “I’m getting myself ready, my king. Want me to be wet enough so that we don’t need lube.” And after he bites his lip and pinches his clit, giving Telemachus a little moan. “And no stretching.”
“No… stretching?” Telemachus repeats. His vision clouds over before he understands. “You want me to…”
“Fuck my cunt without prep? Yes, I thought a smart man like you could catch on,” Antinous says dryly, still rubbing his clit.
“Careful,” Telemachus warns. And to anyone else it would sound hilarious. His voice is high and nasally and he looks like he’s more than eager to take it up the ass. And he has on a few occasions. But that’s what makes this whole situation hotter for Antinous. Here is a man who should be a fucking whiny bottom who calls him Daddy and begs to be bred.
And yet it’s not Telemachus’ throat that’s scratchy from screaming his lungs out the nights after they have sex.
And if anyone were to find out and taunt Antinous for it, Antinous would gladly watch Telemachus tear them to bits for even looking at his husband.
He loves Telemachus so much. Fuck, he’s the pathetic one.
“Yes, sir,” Antinous says breathlessly and pulls his fingers away from his clit. He’s ready.
He’s crawling over to Telemachus again and this time, he doesn’t stop when his face is at Telemachus’ dick, as much as he wouldn’t mind blowing Telemachus until his own face was soaking with semen. But he has a duty to uphold as the princes’ consort and husband. One that he will abide by.
Telemachus’ eyes are glued on his stomach. Watching as it sways slightly and then when Antinous is straddling his waist. Antinous wastes no times and starts rocking his hips against Telemachus’ cock. Whining when the shaft bumps against his clit. “Fuck, Tele.”
Hands descend upon his hips and thumbs rub circles over his hipbones. Their jewelry jingles with their movements as they both start to grind against each other. It sends sparks of pleasure shooting up Antinous’ stomach and he lets himself moan freely. “Ah, Tele, Tele, Tele.”
“You like rutting against my dick, Anti?”
“Can hardly feel it.”
Telemachus snorts, although it’s strained and hitches up at the end when Antinous rocks back and forth a little bit faster. “Then I guess you wouldn’t even notice if I…” And Telemachus, the bastard that he is, moves his hips up just so when Antinous grinds down and pops the tip inside.
It’s just the tip but Antinous’ breath catches and he and Telemachus both let out sharps moans. It feels amazing, barely even inside and Antinous’ cunt is already rippling in anticipation. “Fuck, Tele…”
“Hmm, eheh, my little husband.”
“Yeah, don’t call me that,” Antinous does his best to snap but his cheeks are so warm that he’s pretty sure it’s coming off as a pout instead.
“Why not? You little guy seems to like it,” Telemachus giggles, leaning over and flicking Antinous’ clit. It sends a spark of pleasure up his core and Antinous groans, unable to stop the way his hips flutter and he sinks a little bit lower on his husband’s cock.
“You’re such a prick,” he grumbles but his hands are bracing on Telemachus’ shoulders and he’s rocking back and forth on the cock, slipping more and more inside of him. Working himself up to take it all. Ever since he got pregnant, whether it’s just a placebo effect or not, his cunt has been getting tighter. Or maybe he’s just more sensitive. Either way, Telemachus and Antinous has to take it slower whenever Telemachus penetrates him. And even more so now since Antinous didn’t want to be stretched out this time.
Which would have been fine if the hormones also didn’t make him incredibly horny. Sometimes Antinous just wants a quick fuck right then and there but no, Telemachus has to stretch him out properly. Fucking bitch.
Of course it does make the sex more heightened so technically he shouldn’t be complaining. But also he’s Antinous and he’s going to complain if he so damn pleases.
“C’mon, c’mon,” he pants and tries to sit on the rest of Telemachus’ cock.
But Telemachus must have already guessed and his fingers pinch around Antinous’ clit. Forcing the older man to squeak and his movements come to a stop as his cunt ripples stronger from the pained pleasure.
“Take it slow,” Telemachus growls.
“I—”
“Antinous,” and with a voice that stern Antinous has no choice but to obey. Once Telemachus is confident that Antinous is going to obey him, he relaxes his fingers. He doesn’t pull them away and instead lightly rubs it like petting a dog. Antinous slowly lets the rest of the cock inside of bim, much to both of their pleasures. “There, that feels much better, doesn't it?” And when Antinous doesn’t respond, Telemachus digs his nail under the hood of Antinous’ nub. “Doesn’t it?”
“Yes, yes!” Antinous cries out.
Telemachus pulls his hands away and giggles. Light and airy just like one would expect a prince to. Antinous becomes breathless at the sound. Like twinkling lights. He wants to hear Telemachus laugh like that for the rest of his life.
Seeing that Telemachus is satisfied with his cock now firmly planted inside of him, Antinous lifts himself up. Not all the way, just enough for both of them to feel the movement, before dropping himself back down just as slowly.
“Hmm, oh, Anti,” Telemachus murmurs, throwing his head back on the bed and closing his eyes as he sighs.
Antinous feels a spark of satisfaction. Only he will ever be able to get his little wolf to sound like this. Only him.
He repeats the motions, again and again, until he’s developing a steady, slow rhythm. The soft sounds fill their room. Not necessarily slapping skin, but bumping against one another. Thighs on thighs and eyes meeting each other hazily. Telemachus keeps gasping and moaning, arching his back ever so slightly. He’s trying not to buck up into Antinous. Doing everything in his power to let Antinous be the one doing all of the work. And he’s succeeding. For the most part. Of course a few times Telemachus’ hips have a mind of their own and Antinous has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from letting out a squeal when Telemachus’ cock brushes the soft, spongy part inside of him.
“C-careful,” he pants. Meaning it to come out snappy but it just sounds breathless.
Telemachus giggles, a hand going to his mouth to try and hide it. Antinous just rolls his eyes. One of his own hands slipping to Telemachus’ other hand and bringing it up to his belly. A small bump and Telemachus immediately goes more wide eyed when his hands rest on Antinous’ stomach. “M gonna be a daddy… we both are.” He looks up at Antinous with wonder.
Antinous would rather kill anyone then admit that he’s simply beams at Telemachus. His own stomach flutters and he knows it’s the butterflies. Too early to feel a kick yet, but when he does, he hopes Telemachus is there to feel it too.
He picks up a little bit of speed. Enough to stimulate Telemachus’ cock a little more and his cunt too. And maybe so that his stomach jiggles a little. It’s adorable to see his husband’s pupils dilate even more. A combination of awe and arousal. The other hand goes from his mouth to Antinous’ stomach and gropes the bump carefully.
Their eyes meet and this time when Telemachus cants his own hips up, Antinous doesn’t stop him. Another rocking and Antinous chooses the exact same time to grind down, meeting Telemachus’ thrust up.
He feels the tensing of Telemachus’ stomach and thighs and gives Telemachus a nod of permission. The younger man sits up, one hand going to the small of Antinous’ back for balance. Antinous adjusts his own legs so that he can still straddle Telemachus and ride him. Telemachus shares a smile with him and Antinous meets him with his own lips.
The kiss is soft but, because of who they are, turns heated pretty much instantly.
“Fuck, hmpf, you, hmm, fuck, Anti…” Telemachus says through messy kisses. “You’re carrying out, hmm, baby…”
“Hmm, I am, our baby,” Antinous laps at Telemachus’ cheek, tasting salt and smiles. “Don’t cry.”
“I can’t, hmm, help it, you just—” and Telemachus cuts himself off with a soft murmur, pressing his face into the crook of Antinous’ neck. “I’m so lucky to have you.”
“I’m so lucky to have you,” Antinous says, cupping the side of Telemachus’ face, and drawing him back to meet his gaze.
“Hey,” Telemachus says softly. “You can’t steal my line.”
“You stole my heart,” Antinous responds.
That earns him an eye roll. “That’s so corny.”
Antinous ripples his cunt and Telemachus moans, canting his hips up. “Put another one in me.”
“It doesn’t work like that…” Telemachus giggles. Then his brows come together. “Does it?”
Antinous rolls his eyes and silences Telemachus with another kiss. One that he refuses to part from as he starts to speed up the rhythm of his hips. Going from slow and sensual grinding to bouncing up and down. His stomach still held by Telemachus’ careful hand to make sure their child is alright. The other hand is still on the small of his back for balance and Antinous wraps both of his own around Telemachus’ shoulders, pulling him even closer.
No more words are exchanged as they pour all of their focus onto becoming as intimate as they can be. Antinous forgets himself, he forgets Telemachus. All he knows is the both of them. Joined as one. Not just physically, but emotionally. There’s no other man he would rather spend the rest of his life with.
The sound of skin bumping against skin turns into skin slapping against skin, their breaths coming in short pants, and the lewd squelching sounds filling their ears. If anyone were to walk past their door, they’d know exactly what they were up to. And Antinous doesn’t give a fuck. Not when he has his Telemachus touching his most sensitive part of him, and making him feel better than he ever has.
Telemachus’ cock is slamming into him over and over again, hitting just shy of his cervix but brushing against that spongy soft part of him so deliciously that he can’t help but moan higher and higher in pitch.
And he knows Telemachus is nearing his end too. And it’s only seconds he has, so Antinous breaks away from the kiss and moves his mouth to Telemachus’ ear, lips brushing against the shell. With his voice straining in pleasure, he says, “Please, Daddy.”
With a truly pathetic whimper, the hips stutter against him and Antinous is already clenching hard and almost painfully pleasurable around the cock as it dumps load upon load inside of him.
He presses his lips back into Telemachus’ and devours the sounds coming out of his mouth, grinning as he milks Telemachus orgasm with his own, their sounds muffled by one anothers’ mouths but feeling the vibrations all the same.
He recovers from his orgasm before Telemachus does. Ironically, enough, the younger man needs a lot more time to come down from his orgasm than Antinous does. It’s cute, and Antinous wouldn’t have it any other way. Besides, it means that he gets to gaze upon the sight of his husband’s blissed out face.
“Hmm, uh…”
And Telemachus is pretty cunt-dumb in the aftermath so Antinous just rolls his eyes and gently slides off of Telemachus’ dick. That earns him a slightly overstimulated whimper from his lover, to which it can’t be helped, but he still feels bad. Pressing butterfly kisses against Telemachus’ cheek, Antinous gently maneuvers them to be lying on their bed. They can worry about cleaning up later.
He waits the next few minutes that it takes for Telemachus to come back to himself. When he does, he rewards his husband with a kiss.
“Woah, that was… woah.”
Antinous snorts, “You always act like it’s your first time.”
Telemachus shrugs. “S’not my fault that every time when we do it, it feels like the first time.” And his eyes are too vulnerable and round.
Not even a feigned grunt or the over exaggerated roll of his eyes is enough for Antinous to stop the smile from spreading across his face. “You’re so fucking annoying.”
“I love you too,” Telemachus giggles and leans forward. He’s still a little out of it so his body isn’t as strong. Meaning that he misses his mark and his lips end up pressing against Antinous’ neck. “Hmpf, whoops.”
Antinous grumbles and pulls him in closer. He chooses to ignore that Telemachus is taller than him and swings a shaking thigh over the man’s midsection for security. “Next morning, you’re eating me out. No exceptions.” Telemachus nods into his neck, lips lazily kissing him. “Don’ care if there's a meeting or the arrival of that ugly blond you like or even the gods damned palace catching fire. You’re making me cum on your tongue.”
Telemachus mumbles into his skin and Antinous sighs, body finally starting to relax and he feels Hypnos beckon him for a small rest. They’ve earned it. He shuts his eyes with a smile on his lips and a hand cupped protectively on the back of Telemachus’ neck.