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"Damn it-! Not this again!"
Those were Strohl's unfortunate words of pure frustration as he was unceremoniously doused in a fine powder, one tinted a light pink that had him sneezing all the way to the Gauntlet Runner. As upset as he may have been, Fidelio had to admit... It was pretty damn funny. The great Lord Leon, ruined by a moth. People would speak tales of this great beast that had bested the mighty Lord of Halia, which had been the point Strohl decided the joke had run its course.
Try as he might, though, he can never be away from Fidelio for long. If it wasn't Strohl himself pouting about until the Paripus was found, it was always Fidelio who's wandering had led him back to the arms of the Cattle he claimed to not need. It wasn't like there was much entertainment to be found, if anything Strohl should be honored Fidelio wants to watch him squirm. Besides, getting all that dust and grime off would be much easier with an extra set of hands. Not often Strohl hides from him, though...
No sign of the bath being used on deck, and he wasn't puttering about on the top floor... There's only so many places to hide on the Runner, not a surprise when Fidelio ends up finding him at the washing machine, back turned as the machine keeps running. Must be waiting on his coat to finish, the rest of the pink-powdered clothes tossed aside... Not a bad view from the back, at least. Toned muscles and scars that etch across skin...
"Damn it, this is going to take too long..." Strohl's mutter is both frustrated and heated, his hand drifting through silver hair before gripping the ends with a grunt. "Oh no, Strohl, we'll only be a moment, we won't let you get dusted-Mh, sure, should've never trusted Junah-"
"Tha's yer firs' mistake."
"SWEET LORD-!"
Fidelio laughs the moment Strohl whips his head around, before it's forced to be muffled as a silken shirt is flung his way. Seems the Lord planned to wash that next, and now...
"Damn, feckin'-! Pah!" Pink puffs from his mouth as Fidelio wipes the dust from his eyes, the uncomfortably sweet smell staining the inside of his nose, oh this is fucking awful. "Ugh, tha's foul... Had ta make me suffe' too?"
"You scared me-! Damn it, Fidel, go take a bath now, at least wash your mouth out."
Fidelio gives Strohl a frown, about to comment on how fast he is to get rid of him, before Strohl gives him a stare. A stare that has Fidelio raising an eyebrow, as something...clicks. As the heat rises to his face, and that familiar tingle trails down his back, across his spine, along his tail as it twists around his inner thigh...
"It's...ugh." Strohl at least had the nerve to be embarrassed, looking away with a small huff. "It's a sex pollen... I was going to get everything clean before I stepped in the bath, and now-Oh, go take a damn bath already, you and I both know what it's doing!"
"...aye. Ah can guess." Considering how fast it's working through his system, Fidelio can assume he's got this worked out. It's why he has no qualms in easing himself in front of Strohl, arms tucked around his thighs as he leans forward, forcing the Clemar further up the washing machine. "What ah'm wonderin' is how yer keepin' it together. We know 'ow ye get."
"Don't act like this is easy for me..."
"Then stop playin' easy." With a broad smirk, Fidelio forces Strohl's hands further down his form, tucked lovingly along his waist, grinning as Strohl's grip tightens. That's it, that's what he likes to see. "Ain't like no one's gonna see ye at yer worst."
"You love me at my worst."
"Course ah do." It gets him in positions like this, after all. Ones that have Strohl dragging Fidelio off his feet, the position flipped as he's sat on the shaking washing machine, the space between them becoming crowded as Strohl's dragged even closer once Fidelio's arms find his shoulders, creep around his neck, force him towards sweet temptation all over again. "Always love seein' ye act amess~"
"You just like causing problems."
"Ye gonna do somethin' bout it, then?"
Strohl steals his mouth, finally gets greedy, and Fidelio's shaky moan is swallowed as Strohl frantically, hungrily drags his hands across his body, up his blazer, forcing the fabric aside to grip skin against scarred skin, fuck his teeth sink deep across Fidelio's lower lip until he's claiming his mouth as his territory...
Fidelio was left gasping by the time Strohl dragged himself away, pink-stained drool connecting the two as Fidelio is dragged through tossing away his shirt, his blazer, "Yer gonna feckin' rip it-" "I can fix it, get this off-"
It's a different kind of desperation, a new, almost frantic sense of need. Strohl drags Fidelio's pants down with him as he crouches before his lover, a deep haze to a normally warm stare. His hands are broad, big when they wrap around Fidelio's thighs, force them apart as he's draped across Strohl's shoulders, the Clemar shoving him up the rickety washing machine until he's practically folded.
"Oi, dunnae break me hips-"
"Gods, you're soaked~"
There it is. The tone that tells Fidelio he's lost any sense of control he may have had when he instigated, when he got the rise from Strohl. Oh, he may have started this, he loved to start problems after all, but it never stayed that way. He may start things, but Strohl was a man to finish the task. A task Fidelio dropped right in his hands that he would insist he get right.
Licking his lips, Strohl practically coos as he dragged a hand down pudgy thighs to part fat, slick-coated folds, enjoying the quiet mewl that leaves Fidelio. "This must work fast, hm? My poor Fidel, so pent up... We can't let that stand, now can we?"
"Mngh...d-dunnae feckin'-" Fidelio knocks his head back, a low groan escaping as Strohl finally drags his tongue through his folds, the thick muscle lapping at the sensitive flesh tucked away. "Hhhaah fuuuck, dun' tease~" Even his complaints lose weight when Strohl hungers this strong.
Fidelio's thighs tremble through it all, the feeling of heavy, thick Clemar tongue spreading apart his insides, fucking his pussy with a need only the Lord of Halia could hold for Paripus pussy like this. Strohl may not have experience, but fuck does he make up for all that with enthusiasm. Then again, given how often Fidelio's found ways to get him tucked between a striped pair of thick thighs, how loud he can make his kitten purr, it's not like he hasn't learned what goes where. He has learned one thing from Fidelio's teachings.
"HhOOH FUCK, RIGH' THERE-! YES!"
Fuck what everyone tried to spare your feelings with. Size, always, matters, and Fidelio now knew Clemar's real strength came from how fucking big their tongues were.
Thick and broad and long, Strohl slid the muscle deeper inside of Fidelio, gladly tonguing against his walls as he groans from the taste. He acted like this was holy ambrosia, as if the Gods were good enough, kind enough to bless him with this taste of heaven. Sinking deeper into Fidelio, he moans against his clit, mouth easily taking hold of the small bundle of nerves in his mission to taste as much of Fidelio as he can. His tongue arches against the soft, gummy walls of Fidelio's insides, each shuttering tightening of walls a reminder of why he needs him as stretched as possible.
Strohl had only tried to enter Fidelio's sweet, hot, wet pussy without extra work once...
Once was enough to add painfully tight to that list of descriptions.
Strohl ate him out like it was a mission, and it always was. After all, if he lost his charm, Fidelio would need to find someone else to do the job, and Strohl was many things. Greedy and selfish with his lover was certainly one of them. Of course, Fidelio could go where he'd like, do as he pleases, Strohl simply...liked when he chose to return to him. Time and time and time again.
"Mmnhh, hah fuck-! There, deeper, n-need it deepeeeer, tha's it, righ' theeere ooh fuuuuck~!" Thankfully, he's good at his job, and better at pleasing.
Fidelio's back arches off the metal of the washing machine, thighs clamping tight around Strohl's head as he digs deeper into his meal, his hands gripping his horns to try and pull him impossibly closer. It didn't help, the fog in his mind, the heat rushing through with each shaky breath, that pollen was cruel. No wonder Strohl wanted out of that damned forest, though how he kept himself from jumping the nearest, wettest hole he could find was beyond Fidelio's very narrow mind at this point.
Harder, deeper, "If ye stop ah'll feckin' kill ye-Mngh yeeeesss~!", Strohl was an obedient gentleman, never one to simply take without permission and oh, was Fidelio screaming it for him. The deeper he sinks, the thicker his slick becomes, oozing from his folds as Strohl swallows what collects in his mouth. He could do this forever. Stay on his knees, keep Fidelio close, ensure he sobs so pretty all for him. He could. He'd be happy, satisfied with lack of clean air, left to drown in the heavy musk of sex and Paripus pussy.
Alas, he knows this can't be forever. Not when his dick was throbbing behind his trousers, not when the fabric was strained, when the zipper was struggling and his grip was becoming more bruising and firm. He wanted to sink his teeth into him, hear Fidelio scream, he hopes the others hear, let them know he's all Strohl's...
For now, Fidelio's eyes suddenly fly open, before he's pulling at Strohl's horns, tail lashing at the low, vibrating groan through his clit, before that tight string finally snaps in his gut. Thighs clamping tight to Strohl's skull, Fidelio has to remind himself last second that Basilio was right upstairs in order to slam the inside of his arm against his mouth to muffle his scream. He trembled through his orgasm, shaking, gasping when Strohl continued to carefully ease his tongue across his walls before finally prying his tongue, slowly, gently out of Fidelio's poor, stretched pussy.
"Fuck..." What else can he say? The word is trembled from his lips, Fidelio lazily staring down as the aftershocks run through him. Strohl always managed to break him so beautifully, but there was something just as satisfying about the aftermath. Staring down at the Clemar, watching him lick his lips and chin clean of Fidelio's mess, lapping up the excess that stains the inside of Fidelio's thighs with not an ounce of shame remaining.
There's a grumble as he tilts his head into the Paripus's touch, Fidelio combing through his hair with amusement. "Mmm, so good fer me... Even like this, yer takin' care'a me first~"
"Mmm love you..." Strohl mindlessly murmurs, continuing to pepper kisses and bites along inner thighs, dragging his tongue through slicked folds to hear Fidelio whine, feel his legs tremble around his shoulders. "May I...j-just for a moment, I..."
"Use yer words, Cattle." There's always such a joy that runs through Fidelio, hearing Strohl groan at the demeaning name in nothing but pleasure. He's got him trained. Pavlov's Cattle. "If ye wan' somethin', ye gotta ask nicely~"
He loved to hear Strohl beg and plead for him.
"Fuck, I need to be inside you, please Fidelio," But there was no begging. Merely a firm demand of the only thing he wants. With a gravel to his voice, Strohl drags Fidelio's hips over the edge of the washing machine, finally pulling himself off his knees with a groan. "No more waiting, I'll fucking explode... Gods, do you have any idea what's been going through my head since that inane fight?"
Fidelio would speak, he would taunt, but the words are stolen as Strohl forces his legs up, around his waist, easing his fly down as he keeps one hand on Fidelio's waist. "How easy it would have been to pick you up and fuck you then and there. Keep you on my cock the whole way to the Runner, pin you against a tree, look at you..."
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...well, now Fidelio was focused on the sheer mass that's slapped right between his folds, sandwiching Strohl's dick happily, coating the length in thickened slick. It wasn't needed, not exactly, not with how much pre-cum oozed down Strohl's shaft, dribbling in thick globs with each slow drag of his hips. Either his restraint must be incredible, or he must have something else planned.
"You are utter sin...temptation wrapped in stripes, and you tell me to beg? No, not this time... No more games, no more interruptions." Fidelio shutters when Strohl forces his hips higher, the Paripus pushes back until he was folded, Strohl's tip pressing against his twitching entrance, shit, shit it's going fuzzy... Hard to think anymore beyond the veil of dusted thoughts, he just needs this. He knows he needs this. Especially when Strohl leans in closer, cages Fidelio into his grasp, fingers tight along his waist as nobility itself pants like a hungry dog above Fidelio's form, drool rolling down fangs that wish to sink into precious skin, taste sweet iron, he's no Lord not now. Not this time.
Rocking his hips back and forth, dragging the fat length between pudgy, slick-coated folds, Strohl's hungry mouth trails across shoulders, nipping at pale skin, leaving reminders, claims behind in his wake. "You are mine. Until this feeling disappears, until you're begging me to stop, I will not rest until you're stuffed so fucking full of me, it finally sticks." It's a promise panted from desperate jaws, drool dripping in droplets along Fidelio's collar bone, the Lord staring right through him with hooded eyes. "Gods...when we're done, I'll make sure you look pregnant enough. Can't question who you belong to then."
"Y'know it ain't work like that." They've had this conversation, one too many times, Fidelio shooting down the idea of a family beyond exciting fantasies.
His breath is stuttered, shaky when a hand traces up his stomach, along his chest, before looping around his neck, grip soft but firm.
"I'll flood your womb with so much of my cum, not even biology will fucking stop me."
...Fidelio really loves how determined Strohl can be.
Especially when that tip finally stops hovering, dragging, teasing, and pushes against his sopping wet entrance, a low groan escaping Strohl as Fidelio keens through being spread so wide, filled so deep, fuck his legs were already shaking~ Wide knot keeping them from being fully together, Strohl growls against his neck, before he's dragging his hips back to fuck into Fidelio stubbornly. One hand to his neck, the other pushing his leg up for a better position atop the rickety washing machine, still working away at the dusted clothes.
"Stroh-Strooohl, yer gonna-! Mngh~!" The worry is strangled from him, Fidelio's head tilting back to follow how harshly Strohl grips his throat, muting his words as the Lord steals his mouth for himself, using his pussy like a sleeve to fuck and fill. Fidelio can only loop his legs further around Strohl's waist, clit twitching through it all. "Fffuck...me...hhaardeee'~"
How could he want anything but more?
"Gods, you're like fucking art, look at you! Desperate, hungry, you'd let me use you where I see fit just for a taste of my dick." The words are practically snarled, Strohl's voice muffled just slightly by how far he buries into Fidelio's neck and shoulder, mouthing stubborn bites across pale skin, before he's straightening up to get a better grip on his lover. Hand along his throat tightening, Strohl hoists his leg a bit higher, forcing it over his shoulder as he drives his hips faster, harder, balls swinging heavy against Fidelio's ass, Gods he was packed full, wasn't he? No wonder he needed a hole to fill.
Fidelio's back arches, Strohl stealing his lips in the heat of the moment as he pumps into him harder, forcing his walls apart, making his pussy shaped to his cock. It's a rush of pleasure, a constant assault on his senses, how could he possibly take it? He just can't, his shaky whines breathy, pitchy against Strohl's hand on his throat. The world gets a bit fuzzy, black creeping along the edges of his vision, as Fidelio sobs through the sudden orgasm that hits like a Runner running him through. The lack of air always makes them more intense, a hard crash rather than a gentle build-up, Fidelio's whimpers were choked as Strohl merely sped up his rhythm until skin smacking against skin echoed through the room.
"No, no, we're not done here, not yet, fuck-" Gritting his teeth, Fidelio gasps loudly when Strohl finally lets go of his neck to bodily turn him, forcing him across the washing machine, chest to the top as his ass is hoisted high in the air, still stuffed with fat Clemar cock, his knot throbbing against Fidelio's sopping wet entrance. "Need to be deeper, need it to stick, I'll make it fucking stick, let me handle you...every inch of you, fucking temptation, you're sin wrapped in stripes~"
"H-hold on, ye ain't gonna, MNGH-! Strohl, ye ain't..." Panting his words, Fidelio grumbles as he's folded further along the top of the washing machine, peering over at his lover only to fluster. Dark eyes weren't even watching him, gazing at his ass instead as Strohl pries him apart, groaning deep and heavy at how full he's already made Fidelio. There's a shaky breath, before Strohl finally looks at Fidelio, and there's a need. Not a want, not an idea, a need. Desperate and animalistic and hungry for everything it brings, Strohl shutters as Fidelio rocks back against his dick, finally cementing his spot inside the Paripus as he settles into Strohl's desperate grasp.
With a sigh, he stares at the Lord over his shoulder, an amused, albeit weak, smirk covering his face.
"...ye ain't gonna nail nothin' if ye ain't aimin' straight," Draping his arms along the back of the washing machine, Fidelio braces himself for how harshly his hips would burn by the end of this as his pussy clamps tight around Strohl's massive cock. "There ye go... Breed me prope'~"
There's nothing quite like playing into the fantasy, not for Strohl, not when Fidelio enjoys watching how red he gets, how hungry his stare becomes. Fidelio merely purrs when Strohl firmly pushes a hand down the center of his back, tail twisting along his wrist, up his elbow as the Clemar rolls his hips gently within these silken, soaking walls. A trill rolls out of his throat as Fidelio purrs so heavy through the first few, slow pumps of Strohl testing this position. It dissolves to a proper meow as Strohl snaps his hips into place, shoving himself deep into Fidelio, the Paripus forced to simply lay there and take every inch of womb-breaking cock buried inside his pussy, God he loves fucking Strohl~
Nothing can satisfy him the way this Noble and his need for permission to ravage him blind does. Nobody can touch him, fondle him, praise him while utterly destroying him like Strohl can. No one does it with such attention to detail.
Even high out of his mind on sex pollen of all things, Strohl's grip was gentle in its firmness, each thrust confident as he aims to force Fidelio to take every inch of his knot, knowing he can, Fidelio knows it too, fuck what he wouldn't give to feel that massive blockage of cum finally snap them both into place, see if that confidence in making it stick actually works, fuck it's hot in here-
"MMNGH FUCK, STROHL, THA'S GOOD!" People upstairs be damned. Fidelio's silence is forced as Strohl's hand moves right back to his neck, abandoning the middle of Fidelio's curved spine to grip his throat tight between each thrust of hips, his cock throbbing from each gasped, broken whine from his lover. "Hhhhnn, Sstrrrr~"
"So pretty when you can't even say my name... Watching you try to beg is always such a treat~" Sex with Strohl always felt different, but this was utterly vast in how firm his grip over Fidelio has become.There was no wiggle room, no offer for disobedience to bring some extra spice. Fidelio was firmly pinned, firmly fucked, and soon to be firmly bred, and there was nothing he could do. Strohl played with his meal before, now he wanted to fucking enjoy it, be thorough with taking him apart, piece by piece, inch by cock-spread inch, fuck all he could even think about was how fat that knot banging against his entrance was, how full he'd be once it snapped into place, how good it felt for Strohl to just-
"MNNGH FFFHHK!"
"Thaaat's it, take every last," One final panted word, before Strohl slams into Fidelio as hard as he can, legs shaking while he leans over him, "Ffuuuhcking drop of me~"
Pop into place~ The knot was such a happy bonus when it came to having sex with Strohl.
Once, only once, Fidelio blearily wondered why Louis never gave him something like this, before that thought was fucked right out of him when Strohl dragged him off his knot before slamming it back inside. A technique he uses here, prying his hips back from the clamped walls of Fidelio's still twitching pussy, watching with a deep groan as his dick pumps another load deep into Fidelio. Thick, white cum pools around his entrance, sloppy as it drools out of his hole before being pushed back in as Strohl drags his cock right back into place, fucking Fidelio through his own orgasm with a shaky moan.
Fat globs of cum ooze between pudgy folds with each thrust, the washing machine creaking as Fidelio can only hopelessly cling to the edge, letting Strohl plow into him over and over, neck encased in his firm grip as his hips are bruised by his free hand. Fidelio's tail twists tighter around his wrist, Strohl listening to him hiss through pulling at the base as he rams into him harder. Skin against skin had nothing to the sound of slick, popping noises through each firm thrust of hips swinging wildly, Strohl only pausing to ensure he hasn't lost a damn drop of cum to the washing machine's surface.
With one final shove, Fidelio is given the grace to breathe through the constant, trembling pleasure as Strohl fully unloads what was trapped under those fat balls into Fidelio's pussy, his walls twitching with each gasp of delicious air in his aching lungs. He whines when Strohl slowly begins to pull out, his words mush in his tongue, please is muttered more into "Pleash...ffuck, pleeeash, n-need more~", before it melts into a drawn out moan as Strohl fills him right back up again.
"So cute..." Fidelio purrs at the compliment, brain just as melted as the rest of him, before he's yowling when Strohl suddenly picks him up. It's too easy for him to hoist the Paripus to his chest, forcing Fidelio to rest all his weight on Strohl as he moves them once more, using the washing machine to brace himself. An experimental pump of his hips has Fidelio twitching, arching in his grasp, Strohl cooing over how massive the bulge he's made has become. "Look at you, so full of me...every last drop, safely inside~"
A careful hand drags along Fidelio's stomach, listening in joy to his desperate sounding whimpers. "I told you... Hell or high water, I'm not letting you leave until I know I've gotten you pregnant." Still cloudy in the head, Strohl drags his tongue along Fidelio's bitten-up shoulders, slathering him in his drool, his scent, all of him, everything Strohl has to give...
"If I'm lucky, I can trick this womb to swallow enough of my cum for twins... Let's see how we fair~"
Fidelio can only choke out a moan as Strohl finds the perfect point to begin fucking into Fidelio harder, holding his waist like he were simply a toy as he bashes his dick against his womb, with such ferocity, such desperation clear like a Sanctist trying to convert him to their cause. The most Fidelio can even try to do is merely take it, the idea of privacy and silence now thrown overboard as Strohl continues to plow into Fidelio with a mission clear.
Fuck, Fidelio won't be able to walk after this, will he...? Goes to show what he knows about sex pollen...
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"FUCK, RIGH' THERE, RIGH' THEEEERE!! M-More! More, more, ffuck me mooore~!" Fidelio groans into the wall as Strohl holds him there, fucking into him from behind, one hand holding his head firm while the other wraps his arm around his waist, the slick-pop of his knot forcing its way in and out only making Fidelio's head spin in dizzying pleasure.
"Hhah, fuck, knew I was the only one who could do this to you~" Grunting through his teeth, Strohl heaves through each drag of his hips, a grin never leaving with each of Fidelio's desperate whines and needy whimpers. "Can't even get off on your own anymore, you need me, fuck I need you, too. More than air, need this perfect pussy every fucking DAY!"
"LEOOON~!" It's not often Strohl fucks Fidelio good enough to earn his first name from his lips, but it was deserved when he's stuffing a fresh load into Fidelio's awaiting cunt, his walls fluttering tight around the fat length. Strohl's hips roll against his womb, the Clemar panting before he's twisting Fidelio's head to the side to steal his lips once more.
The thrusting starts up all over again once Fidelio was trying to claim Strohl's mouth for himself, leaving him helpless to being devoured by the Dragon at his backside.
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"MmmhhAAH THERE! Like that, fuck me like tha'-AAH~! HARDER, FASTER, DUNNAE STOP~!"
"Oooh, how could I? Fucking gorgeous from the back, can't simply leave you untouched." Skin smacking against skin echoed in the room, Fidelio arches his back into the pull of his tail, legs trembling before he's yowling when Strohl full-fists his waist into his broad hands.
Fidelio braces his hands along the wall he's being fucked against, his legs dangling in the air as Strohl practically folds him in half to keep fucking him more. Rut was never this intense, heavy but nothing so animalistic was shown from Strohl until today, when he bucks into Fidelio through the sudden spray of slick down his trembling thighs.
"Stroooohhl, y-yer gonna fff-feckin' break m'pussyyyy~" It's a very real worry from the delusional, well-fucked through Fidelio. What if he can't take something smaller? What if he's permanently stretched to only house Clemar cock from true Nobility? God, he'd need to go to Strohl for every moment of needy desperation, and something about the idea makes his brain melt even further to a useless puddle. "Break meeee~"
"So cute like this~" Hips sticky with each thrust, Strohl kisses along the back of Fidelio's neck, listening to him purr with a soft smile. "I'll do anything you want when you ask me like that... Let's break you to pieces~"
Strohl really does love doing as he's asked...what a gentleman~
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"Mmm, made such a mess of you~" Tongue low, jaw hung, Strohl merely hoists Fidelio higher up the wall as he sits on his knees, dick swinging hard and low with each heavy drop of pre across the carpeted floor. His legs tossed helplessly over Strohl's shoulders, the Noble licks his chops like a hungry dog, before he's dragging his tongue through the wreckage he's caused along Fidelio's thighs. "Look how much space I've taken up inside you~"
Fidelio can barely even think of some clever retort. All that bratty energy has fully been fucked out of him, leaving Fidelio helpless in letting Strohl hold him tighter, a trembling whine leaving as Strohl finally shoved his tongue through sloppy, cum-soaked folds. Not many people would make such a mess, only to clean it themselves.
"We need to make more room~" Strohl purrs between heavy licks, dragging his tongue across Fidelio's clit to watch his hips bounce, amusement clear behind all that horny need. "Just because I need quantity doesn't mean you'll be without quality. Treated me so well, your pussy's done such a lovely job..."
Fidelio whimpers at the kiss pressed to lower lips. Such a romantic...
"I simply must praise such good, honest work~"
It's not as romantic when Fidelio is banging his head against the wall from how far Strohl sinks his tongue into his cum-logged pussy, happily beginning to eat away at the mess he's made himself.
It's like he said...they can't exactly keep going if Fidelio runs out of room~
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"Hhah...hhah...mn-nghhah, a-almost...! FUCK, CUMMING!"
One final, true thrust of hips against ass, and Fidelio is shaking as Strohl's face buries into his neck, murmuring heated "I love you, I love you so much, mmm love you..." into his skin as Fidelio's stomach is stretched further with each pump of Strohl's cum buried deep within his pussy. There's a heavy, long sigh, before Fidelio feels himself relax when Strohl doesn't try prying himself out from his well-fucked cunt, his dick staying firm but still within him. A few heavy droplets roll down trembling thighs, but everything else making Fidelio's stomach so wide? That was held safely inside him, keeping his womb warm through all this cool down.
Fidelio shutters against the first reminder of just how cold it was downstairs, clinging to Strohl, weak but still less from moments ago. The Lord merely pulls them both backwards, until they were laying comfortably across the cot along the floor of the brother's sleeping arrangements, the bean-bag providing enough cushion to let Fidelio finally lay his head atop Strohl's chest to simply breathe.
"How..." With a shaky huff, Fidelio finally lets himself struggle to croak out the proper words, instead reaching over to tangle his fingers between Strohl's. "How th' fuck'd ye do all'a tha' liftin'?"
"You're not exactly heavy, Fidel..." Amusement clear in his voice, Strohl moves his arms, one wrapped lovingly around Fidelio's pudgy stomach while the other traces through slightly knotted hair, massaging areas he's certain he yanked on before in their fits of passion. "Though, I'm not making it a regular thing... My shoulders are killing me."
"Oh, yer shoulders? Poor baby, outta lay out th' feckin' gurney." Strohl huffs a laugh at that while Fidelio curls into his grasp. Weak reaching is stopped when Strohl finally gets a hint and pulls the blankets over them both, letting Fidelio's purring reach louder levels as he settles into him fully. There's a long sigh, before Fidelio blinks sleepy, golden eyes up to Strohl. "Yer gonna have ta carry me 'round t'morrow. I ain't walkin' nowhere."
"Ah..." Strohl blinks at that, before he flusters hot in the face, leaving Fidelio to laugh through his embarrassment. "I-I was inebriated and not of my clear mind! At least have some class..."
"Oh, 's that wha' all'a that was? Classy?" Rolling his eyes, Fidelio looks at the mess they've left behind, clothes tossed about, small dents against the wall... "I'll make sure ta drop trow firs' thing if we 'ave anothe' soiree. Dinnae know I was bein' classless with it."
"Fidel, please..."
"Oh, now yer askin' for permission! Pretty sure ye got real used ta takin' wha' ye wan'ed b'fore!"
"Don't pretend you don't love when I throw you around."
"I-!" When he looks up at Strohl, the Clemar merely rolls his hips, leaving Fidelio to- "Mmmhhh ffuck you, ain't sayin' shite~" Goddamn it, he came again...
There's a quiet laugh from Strohl, before Fidelio is grumbling into their shared kiss, and melting into the next, and the next, and the next...
"I love you."
"...yer lucky I love ye, too." Fidelio frowns at Strohl's unashamed smile. "Dunnae start lookin' excited, ain't gonna say nothin' next time."
"Don't jinx me!" With a huff, Strohl lays his head back against the lumpy cushion. "I've had enough run-ins with this...this pollen to know i'd rather avoid a third."
"Aye, can see tha'. Me hips're still creakin' like ol' floor...board..."
There's a pause, before Fidelio is staring at Strohl, who merely grouches to the ceiling about his plights.
"...third?"
"I..." Face erupting even brighter than before, Strohl merely clears his throat. "...Elwyn is always quite helpful-"
"Damn, yer Cap'n?!" With a low whistle, Fidelio lays his head against Strohl's beating chest, a snicker leaving. "Bas was right, 'e really is easy."
"He's not easy! He simply...loves being told what to do." Fidelio shutters when Strohl pours another load into him, offering the Paripus a smirk when he glares up at him. "You're quite good at it, too, when you want to be~"
"Dunnae get too 'cited, now..." Legs tightening a bit further around Strohl's, Fidelio tucks himself further under the blankets. "I'm makin' ye clean this up t'morrow. With yer feckin' tongue."
"Mmm," Tilting his chin up gently, Fidelio offers Strohl's smug ass smile a bored look of his own. "Don't start promising me good times, you'll just make it harder for me to pull out~"
"Ye can squeeze out jus' fine."
"I doubt you want me to~"
Lips against lips, Fidelio's tail curls under the blankets as Strohl's touch traces down his back, along the base of his neck, gentle against his sides. Maybe he really doesn't want him to leave, but can you blame him?
When he finally has someone who completes him like this, it's hard to want to remove that missing piece in this confusing puzzle that was their romance.
...it was nice to be loved so thoroughly. Even if he's sure he'll be sore for weeks because of it.
.
.
"Mornin', Del! Ye sleep okay?"
"Mmmhh...barely..."
Fidelio's head hits the table as soon as he's sat down, Strohl offering him a smile before he's ducking out of the parlor at the wave of Fidelio's hand. "Bas...ye got coffee?"
"Almos' done on it," His brother, instead, passes a mug of streaming tea through the space between the kitchen and booth, offering Fidelio a frown as he catches his eye. "Ye sound terrible. Guess Lady Junah had th' right idea."
Taking the mug gracefully from his brother, Fidelio raises an eyebrow at him. "Lady Junah?"
"Oh! Well, she told me tha' you told Strohl ye ain't feelin' well, so ye two bunkered down on th' Runner since th' Lord was feelin' odd afte' those moths." With a grin, Basilio offers his brother a nod before he's ducking out of view once more, the sound of pans hitting the stove and the click of gas-heating clear next door. "Good thing, too! I was gonna head back, but Lady Junah wan'ed ta use th' free evenin' ta wander 'round town. There's lots'a fancy spots, I'll take ye late' t'night if yer feelin' bette'! Drink that, it'll help yer throat."
"...right...sick..." With a sigh, he takes a long sip of his tea, enjoying the sweetness of honey and slight shock of peppermint before he's leaning back. At least it's not that crummy health-blend Basilio never stops giving him. "Thank th' Gods fer our Songstress."
"Praise be, right?”
...Strohl can only sweat harder under Junah's stare from her place in the doorway of the map room, her smirk clear as she mouths three words Strohl can only dread.
"You owe me~"
...he can only imagine what she'll be abusing this kindness on, but knowing Junah?
It certainly wouldn't be cheap.