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[Licking his lips, Orym looked down at his husband, who looked absolutely ravishing with his hair down, wearing only a white towel and bound. It was just a pair of shackles, spreading his arms out and up to show off that wonderful chest of his.

He was on his knees, looking at Orym with blown, blue eyes. Orym was just in a pair of small, white, trunk-style pair of small clothes, his erection making a tent in them as he stepped forward and cupped Dorian's cheek. He leaned in and whispered to him.]

Just remember, use the safe word anytime you're uncomfortable with this. [He pressed a kiss to Dorian's forehead.

They were getting attention. Of course they were; Dorian was the single most beautiful man in the bathhouse. And, in Orym's opinion, the most beautiful man in the world. He was biased, but he wasn't going to let that stop him.]

[ Dorian had been a bit surprised that they were able to find a bathhouse that let them do this, but apparently they weren’t the only customers to indulge in fantasies like this. Which does help him feel a little better.

And while he’d normally feel embarrassed being so exposed and vulnerable with so many people starting to gather and watch, he finds that right now he couldn’t care less about those other people - not when his husband is in front of him, already hard and his lithe and muscular chest on display.

And being so helpless for him, bound and half naked while others are there to watch Orym claim him, he finds he’s just as aroused and aching.

He leans into Orym’s touch, as much as he can with his arms held above him and keeping him bound to the wall, and he nods subtly at the whispered words. Even with something like this, knowing Orym would take care of him has his heart swelling in affection. He knows he’s safe, no matter what. ]

[He smiled at Dorian as his husband leaned into his touch. It's cute.]

You're such a good boy.

[He pressed another kiss to Dorian's forehead.]

And all mine. Now, let's show you off.

[He stepped back and then around, pulling at Dorian's towel and exposing his cock. It's such a pretty thing. He loved Dorian's cock. He loves Dorian's body, his heart, and his soul. Fuck, everything this man did made his heart swell with love.]

Tell me what you want, Love.

[ He smiled at the gentle kiss, the simple praise sending a rush through him. Then his breath hitches as Orym took his towel away, revealing his already-hard cock to the onlookers beginning to crowd around them. ]

Please…touch me, please…

Touch you where?

[He stepped behind him and slid his hands around Dorian's torso, grabbing and squeezing his pectorals, squeezing.]

Tell me where you want to be touched, my love.

[The men watching were mesmerized; a few stroked themselves through their towels. One had taken his towel off. He couldn't help but smirk as he pinched both of Dorian's nipples.] Make sure to speak up so our new friends can hear you.

[ He sucked in a sharp breath as Orym cupped his chest, whining as he pinched his nipples. Catching glances at the other men watching, a few touching themselves, had his face flushed a dark violet, but he swallowed the lump in his throat to answer. ]

M-My cock…I-I…I want you to touch my cock…please…

[Orym slid to his knees, pressing his clothed cock to Dorian's backside as he took hold of his husband's cock, stroking it slowly, playing with the foreskin a bit.]

That's a good boy, using your words. You're such a good boy.

[ Dorian groaned as the sword-calloused fingers wrapped around his length, his head falling back against his shoulders as he rocked his hips, torn between thrusting into Orym’s hand and grinding his ass against his husband’s cock. It was such a wanton display, and vaguely he could hear some of the groans of their audience, but all he cared about was Orym. ]

Nnngh…want…I-I want to…be good for you…

I know you do, and you are. You're so good for me.

[Orym was acutely aware of the crowd, enjoying the attention, but Dorian was his priority.]

Now, sing pretty for our friends. Show them how good you feel until I say otherwise, okay, my love?

[His free hand goes down and starts working off his small clothes, something he can do one-handed because he is just that good at multitasking.]

[ Another rush of heat filled him, pooling into his groin. Swallowing thickly, he continued to moan as Orym stroked him, thrusting into the smaller hand. The sounds he made were partly for show to entertain the crowd, but the feeling of Orym’s fingers wrapped around him did still draw them from deep within his chest. ]

O-Orym…

[Humming, Orym tossed his underwear to the side, then wrapped his arm around his husband take hold of his balls and play with them.]

You're fucking my hand so nicely. Did you wanna fuck me in front of all these people?

[ Dorian gasped, another low whimper rising from his throat as Orym played with his balls, tugging a little at the chains binding him as he squirmed. ]

Nnngh…yes…yes please…

Good boy.

[He stood up, then flipped over his husband, landing on his hands, showing off his ass to the crowd before turning around to put himself in front of his husband.

Could he stay in a handstand while he got his husband to eat him out for a bit?

He totally could. Not for longer than five minutes, but he could]

Get me wet.

[ Dorian hadn’t quite expected that, and gasped in surprise as he was flipped. He shifted, unintentionally sticking his ass out farther for the viewing pleasure of their audience, as he leaned closer toward Orym, marveling - not for the first time - at his husband’s athletic ability.

He licked his lips, and while he couldn’t spread Orym’s cheeks with his hands bound, he still dipped his head lower, letting his tongue run in the cleft of that tight ass until he found his entrance, running the flat of his tongue across it. ]

[Everyone should get to see Dorian's ass and get jealous because it was an amazing ass, and Orym wasn't sharing tonight.

And his ass was Dorian's tonight. He let out a soft moan as Dorian's tongue slid across his hole.]

Fuck, that's good. Good boy, Dorian. Eat that hole.

[ Eager to please his husband, he continues swiping his tongue across Orym’s hole, lapping at it for a moment longer. Then he uses the point of his tongue to swirl around the rim before prodding at the entrance. ]

[Orym moaned, but didn't let himself be as loud as Dorian.]

That's it, fuck, you're so good.

[He spread his legs, giving Dorian better access to his hole.] Going to bend over, and you're going to fuck me so good. All these people will see how good you are, Dorian. My beautiful, beautiful boy, of fuck, I love your tongue.

[ Dorian hums in agreement, but doesn’t stop what he’s doing. In fact he starts pressing in past the ring of muscles, groaning as he feels the silken heat around his tongue. ]

That's it, Dorian, get that tongue into me. Fuck me with it.

[He puts his knees over Dorian's shoulders to get some balance. His cock was starting to leak onto his face, making his laugh a little.]

Oh, fuck, good boy, you're making me so wet.

[ Dorian groaned, tugging on his bonds again, wanting to touch but unable to.

So he makes up for it by trailing his tongue up along Orym’s balls and the underside of his cock, swiping at the leaking tip, before coming back down to do as he was told, thrusting his tongue in and out of Orym’s entrance. ]

Fuck!

[Gods, that thick tongue sliding into him felt so good.]

Keep that up, and I'll be ready, and you can fuck me, fill me up. You want that? Wanna fuck me until you're cumming in me? Filling me up?

[He was getting off on saying fall this dirty talk in front of all these men. More of them were bare now, stroking their cocks at the show they were putting on for them.]

[ He moaned eagerly, responding by thrusting in tongue harder into Orym. He can feel his own cock starting to leak, just imagining taking his husband in front of these strangers. ]

[Orym allowed this to continue for another few minutes, enjoying every single second of it. His husband's tongue was so talented and made him feel so good.

Taking a steadying breath, he flipped onto his feet.]

That was wonderful, Dorian. You did such a good job. Are you ready to take me?

[He stepped to the side, taking Dorian's chin and pressing a kiss to his cheek.] I'm going to need you to fuck me hard. Can you do that for me, my love?

[ He released a few shaky breaths when Orym flipped over, watching him with dark, hungry eyes. ]

Y-Yes…I’m ready, love, please…

[ He closes his eyes and leaned into Orym’s touch, brushing his nose against his husband’s. ]

I can…want to fuck you so hard.

[ It will be a bit difficult while his hands are still bound, but he was up for a challenge. ]

[Smiling, Orym pressed a kiss to his lips, then stepped in front of him, facing the crowd. He squatted, reaching behind him to take Dorian's cock, steadying it as he lowered himself onto it.]

Stay still for me.

[It would be a stretch without prep, but by the gods, Dorian's tongue did a number on him, so it wouldn't be uncomfortable.

He let out a soft groan as he felt the head of his husband's cock pop into and got down on his knees, putting his head down while keeping his ass up so he didn't bend Dorian's dick too much.]

[ Dorian returned the kiss when he can, releasing another shaky breath as Orym moved around him to face the crowd. He shivered a little as his husband took him in his hand, and he had to grab the chains of his bonds in order to keep still as his husband said to, his moan pitching as Orym slid onto his cock. ]

Mmmm…! O-Orym…!

Oh, fuck.

[He wiggled his hips a bit.]

Dorian, you feel thicker than normal. That turned on?

[ He released a wavering moan, shallowly thrusting his hips and pushing into Orym a bit further.

The question has him flushing a bit, feeling all too aware of their audience. But he manages to answer anyway, his voice low and full of gravel. ]

Yes…Y-Yes, Orym…

Good, me too.

[He rocked his hips back a bit.]

Now be a good boy, and fuck me until you fill me.

[ Gods, it was so hot how Orym was commanding him. He loved his husband taking charge, loved being bossed around by the smaller man.

And it seemed their audience found it pretty hot too.

With his hands still bound, the angle made it difficult the really move the way he wanted. But he was still determined to try, as he drew out of Orym only to quickly thrust back in. ]

[Orym gave another soft moan when Dorian thrust back into him.]

That's it; get a good rhythm. Fuck, Dorian, you feel so good.

[He couldn't help it, he pushed back, wanting to be filled up by his husband.]

Fuck me, Dorian. I know you need it.

[He neededit to.]

[ Dorian groaned, Orym grinding against him sending shocks of heat throughout his body. Even with the awkward positioning, he managed to find a steady rhythm to work with, eagerly burying himself in his husband’s warmth over and over again. ]

Nnnngh yes…need you, Orym…you feel so good for me.

[ He did his best to angle himself, trying to find the bundle of nerves that would give his husband more pleasure. ]

[The awkward setup made it so his prostate wasn't hit as often as Dorian usually did, but Orym still enjoyed the connection with Dorian, the movement of his dick moving in and out of him, the stretch.

And the fact they were entertaining a group of men enough, they were watching them with their hands around themselves. Orym wouldn't say he craves the spotlight, but he's enjoying it now.]

More, Dorian. I need you, too.

[ The sounds of the other men stroking themselves, enjoying the show they were putting on for them only spurred Dorian even further. While he’d normally feel a bit shy, especially being so exposed, all he was focused on was Orym. ]

Anything…anything for you, Orym.

[ He snapped his hips sharper, thrusting harder and trying to hit deeper into his husband. ]

Gods, Dorian.

[He ground back, wanting more, needing more, his cock throbbing between his thigh, leaking precum onto the floor, making a little puddle.]

I'm gonna cum!

[ Dorian groans, knowing that his husband was so close spurring him to moving faster, pounding himself into the tight cavern of his husband.

He’s close as well, especially with all of Orym’s earlier teasing. But he’s determined not to come before he gets his husband off. But oh was it difficult. ]

Orym…!

[Dorian speeding up brings him all that much closer. He let out a soft whine and pushed himself up, wrapping one arm around Dorian's middle as he cums. His cock throbbed with each pulse, each volley landing on the floor, painting it white.]

Dorian!

[ Dorian gasps, feeling the vice grip around his cock as Orym reaches his climax. He rocks his hips a few more times, driving as deep as he can go, and the drag of those muscles around his length finally pushes him over the edge as well. ]

Orym!

[ The heat burns through him as he finds his release, burying himself deep inside his husband and painting his insides white with his seed. ]

[Orym let out another moan as his insides were flooded with that wet heat he loved so much.]

Fuck, Dorian, don't stop.

[He wants more, craves it. Fuck, he just might cum again like this! In front of these men who were watching them, some having their own orgasms right along with them.]

[ Dorian whimpers, his hips thrusting shallowly as he continued to empty his seed into his husband. ]

Nnngh…O-Orym…

[ He wanted to keep going, to keep filling Orym up as he asked. But soon enough the flow starting to trickle down until nothing is left, and he takes a few ragged breaths. ]

‘m sorry…I-I can’t…

It's okay.

[Slowly, he pulls off and turns to face his husband, leaning to press a kiss to his lips as his seed leaks down his legs.]

It's okay, love. We can take a break. You did so good for me.

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[ Dorian sighs softly as he returns the kiss, deepening it as much as he can while still bound and held back. ]

I love you.

I love you, too. So, so much.

[He kissed Dorian's forehead.]

I'll lower the shackles so we can get you out of them and get something to drink.

[There's some applause from the crowd, and the men who were close finish themselves off before the disprese to either find someone else to watch or find someone to get off with after their show.]

I really enjoyed myself. Thank you for doing that with me.

[ Dorian smiles softly, though can’t help startling at the sound of the applause, being reminded of the crowd that had been watching them.

Flushing, he nods to them sheepishly as they begin to disperse, releasing a shaky breath before returning his attention to Orym. ]

You’re welcome. Honestly, I had a lot of fun too. I wouldn’t mind doing something like this again.

[Still smiling, Orym goes to the wall to hit the switch to unlock the chains so Dorian can move his arms more freely.]

My only complaint was that you didn't touch me as much, but it's such a minor thing.

[He walked back over, quickly undoing the shackles, then wrapping his arms around his husband's neck.] But yes, I'd also enjoy doing it again as well..

[ Dorian releases a breath of relief when he can finally lower his arms. But even with the slight burn in his shoulders he definitely feels this was worth it.

He waits as Orym unfastens the shackles, then returns the embrace. After a moment, though, he grins a bit over Orym’s head. ]

Well…that’s easily remedied.

[ And he shifts a bit so he’s lower them both to the ground, pinning Orym beneath him as he runs a hand down the outside of Orym’s thigh. ]

Truth be told, I missed being able to touch you too.

[Orym's dick had been flagging, but now he's on the ground, and his husband's stroking his thigh; his cock is fully erect again.

He lets out a laugh.]

You almost made me land in my seed!

[He lifted his hands and carded his hands through that glorious mane of hair.]

[ Dorian snorts inelegantly. ] I’m more careful than that! Honestly, Orym, what do you take me for?

[ He wasn’t going to let his husband lie in a pool of his own spend.

Then he grins a bit wickedly. ]

Speaking of, though…

[ He shifts back a bit to settle between Orym’s legs, leaning down to start licking along the inside of his thighs to clean the mess between them, going down one thigh and up the other slowly towards the hardened length. ]

Already so hard for me…are you that excited?

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[The snort makes Orym laugh some more, his head lulling back. It was good that sex could be funny sometimes.]

I'd be making in a - oh

[He spread his legs as Dorian began to lick at the seman that he leaked out of him already. That made his cock throb.]

Prostate orgasm kept me hard for a bit. And you're you, and I love you so much.

[ Dorian smiles tenderly, press a gentle kiss to the inside of Orym’s thigh. ]

I love you too. So much.

[ Then he lightly nips at the sensitive skin of that thighs, before continuing to trail his tongue up between Orym’s legs.

He drags the flat of his tongue along his balls, then slowly up the underside of his cock. He swipes at the drop of precome gathering at the tip before taking the head of the shaft into his mouth. ]

[spreading his legs, Orym relaxed and let Dorian take care of him. He reached down and ran his fingers through his husband's hair.]

Dorian. You're too good to me.

[ Dorian hums, letting the sound rumble around Orym’s cock. He runs his tongue along the underside, lowering down and taking the entire thing into his mouth and sucking hard, then drawing back until only the head was left inside. ]

[Orym lets out a whine.]

Fuck, love, you're so talented with that tongue.

[They're getting some attention again, but not as much as they had before.]

Dorian.

[ Dorian smiles around the cock in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head. Then he takes the length back into his mouth, dragging the point of his tongue along the underside again.

He sets up a steady rhythm, bobbing his head up and down Orym’s length, sucking and running his tongue along the heated flesh. His hands rest on the inside of Orym’s thighs, running up and down along them in time with his head. ]

[Moaning, Orym writhed on the floor, fingers curling tighter into Dorian's hair. His vocabulary shrinks to Dorian's name as he hurdles closer to climax.

He doesn't get the chance to warn his husband as he cums; just lets out a sharp gasp and unloads into that hot, talented mouth.]

[ Dorian groans, a tingle running across his scalp when Orym’s fingers tighten in his hair. And while he knows his husband was cumming soon, he isn’t expecting the exact moment when his seed shoots into his mouth.

Still he takes all of it, swallowing quickly to not waste a drop. Then he swirls his tongue around the softening length, making sure to clean him thoroughly. ]

[Chest heaving, Orym began to squirm a bit as his cock became too sensitive under Dorian's tongue.]

Ah, fuck. I think you got everything.

[He gives his husband's hair a tug to pull him off.]

Fuck, Dorian.

[ Shivering at the tug, Dorian moves easily as Orym pulls him off, licking his lips with a smile. ]

Feeling good, love?

Yeah. Though now I really need that water.

[He scoots back, stands, holds out a hand for his Dorian.]

Then we can relax in the bath.

[ With a chuckle, Dorian first grabs his discarded towel, letting hang over his shoulder, before taking Orym’s hand and getting to his feet as well. ]

A bath does sound lovely.

[Orym grins up at his husband, went to pick up his towel, then took Dorian's hand and tugged him towards the baths.]

C'mon. I'm thirsty. All that moaning you made me do.

[ Dorian chuckles, giving Orym’s hand a squeeze as they walk together down the bathhouse halls. ]

What can I say? I just love the way you sound.

And I love the way you sound. And I got you singing pretty, too.

[They get to the baths; a few other men are in there, mostly relaxing in the bath.

Orym set his towel aside, waited for Dorian to set his down, and then stepped into the warm water, standing on the bench under the water.]

Feels great.

[ Smiling tenderly, he runs his fingers through Orym’s hair. ]

I save my best songs for you.

[ While Orym settles in the bath, Dorian finds a pitcher of water and pours a cup before joining his husband, handing it to him. ]

Here. Don’t want you to get dehydrated.

Thank you, love.

[Orym smiled at him, taking a drink as he sat down. The water came up to his neck because he was a halfling.

He drinks half the cup, eyes on Dorian, because how can he not watch his husband? Dorian was the most beautiful person he knew.]

Make sure you drink some, too.

[ He takes a seat beside Orym, the water coming to about mid-chest. Glancing down at his husband, he smirks teasingly. ]

I had a drink already, remember?

[Orym snickers and rests his head against Dorian's arm as he finishes the water.]

Well, I'm told that does slack some thirsts.

[He sets the cup behind him and scoots himself into his husband's lap so he's not up to his neck in the water, resting his head against Dorian's chest. He closes his eyes and lets out a content sigh.]

[ His smile softening, Dorian wraps an arm around Orym’s waist, holding his husband closer to him and burying his face on Orym’s hair, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. ]

I love you so much.

Gods, I love you too.

[He leaned up and pressed a kiss to Dorian's chin before settling back down on Dorian's lap, taking his husband's other hand and intwining their fingers.]

I never tire of hearing you say it.

[ His expression impossibly brightens at that, and he gives Orym’s hand a gentle squeeze. ]

Neither do I. You have no idea how fortunate I am to have you in my life.

And I am very fortunate to have you in my life.

[He squeezed back.]

Gods I love you.

[ He chuckles, hugging Orym closer to him. ]

I love you too. Though I think we’re going to keep talking around in circles.

It's a pleasant circle. And we're still newlyweds; we're allowed to be sappy.

[ Dorian chuckles softly, running his hand up and down Orym’s back. ]

That’s true. I suppose we can be forgiven for being so happy.

[With a contented sigh, Orym shut his eyes, pressed a kiss to the side of Dorian's chest. Content to just sit there with his husband, and quietly enjoy each other's company.]

[ Dorian smiles, letting his hand idly run along Orym’s back and shoulders, enjoying the warmth of the bath and his husband’s presence.

He always enjoyed spending a day at the spa, but having Orym with him made it even better. ]

[Orym yawned, and then began to doze.]

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[ Feeling Orym starting to drift off, Dorian presses a light kiss to his head. Then, once he’s sure his husband is well and truly out, he carefully lifts up his small figure into his arms and carries him out of the water to get dried. ]

[The difficult thing about creating an adventuring brigade is that...well, you need adventures. You need a resume. If you walk up to strangers saying you're looking for volunteers that won't work for pay, they aren't going to join some rando just because he came up with the idea. No, there needs to be goodwill sown among the people. Taryon can handle a few things with himself, Lionel, and K'rynn (who left for home once her debt had been repaid), but some variety would help.

Enter Dorian. There's a bard that can win smiles! Not that Taryon's wide-eyed idealism and amazing hair won't allure the public, but two handsome men is better than one. Plus Dorian is better at flirting with the ladies.

Plus, he's good in a fight.

Today, a worried parent has asked for help looking for her son and daughter that wandered into the Cyrengreen Forest yesterday and hadn't returned. While she knows they can handle one night alone, she fears they got trapped somewhere. A group of local men have also assisted in tracking them down and narrowing their possible location in the depths of the forest.

...It looks dangerous. Thus, heroes are necessary.]

[ When Taryon had asked for his assistance, Dorian didn’t hesitate to agree. He likes to think that his skills have greatly improved since he’d first left home, and he wanted to help out however he could. They still had to be cautious, of course - you never know what to expect with these kinds of things, and it’s better to be over prepared than under prepared - but Dorian is sure things would turn out all right.

Hopefully. ]

["They must have wandered that way." One main points down a path to an ominously dark passage framed by old, arcing branches. It looks like a tunnel, though the quiet atmosphere is more creepy than calming.

Other men look at Tary and Dorian, expected them to go in without being asked. Taryon obliges.] Well? Doty, Dorian, we must make haste!

[He makes a chopping motion towards the path and marches straight into the deep darkness.]

[ Dorian has a bit more reservations as he looks down the path, but he still follows after the other man, not wanting to trail too far behind. When the branches around them grow more dense, making their dim surroundings even darker, he eventually draws scimitar from his lute, the sword immediately glowing with moonlight. ]

[It's too dark for Taryon to see much. Doty is sent to the front, and Taryon pulls out a gem and a small metal devices from his pocket.]

Unless you can see in the dark, I can make a flashlight. [The air is quiet. Suspiciously quiet.] They must have reached the end of this path.

No, I can't really see that well in the dark. [ His moon-touched scimitar does help, but maybe having a light source that was a bit less obvious would be a better idea. ]

I can see how someone might get lost, trying to travel through here.

[He holds up the gem.] I have an hour of a daylight spell just in case.

[It would blind them both if they weren't careful, but if they ran into trouble, that could work to their advantage.]

It's not easy terrain. Why would they go this deep?

[Doty stops. Taryon peeks around the automaton and spots the end of this wooden tunnel. At least, it's a dark doorway that he thinks is the end.] ...That's it, then?

Let's hold onto the daylight spell for now. [ With things this dark, who knows if they might need it for something else. Fortunately his scimitar helps light the space in front of them well enough. ]

If they got turned around, they might not have realized they were going the wrong way.

[ When they halt rather abruptly, Dorian carefully steps past the automation and up to the doorway, hesitantly placing a hand on it to see if there was anything else. ]

Maybe there's a hidden path somewhere?

Could be. [Taryon pulls out the Rod of Mercurial Form and stands behind Dorian.] Hey, if there are monsters behind that, let Doty handle them first, alright?

[There's nothing special about the door: it's wood, ancient, and foreboding. Although appearances can be deceiving. Maybe there's only a bunch of candy in the spooky forest!]

On the count of three? One...

[ Glancing at Tary, Dorian nods. ] All right.

[ He still keeps his scimitar up just in case.

Taking a breath, Dorian readies himself. ] Two…

Three! Doty, break this down!

[Rather than dislocate his own shoulder and slam the door open, Doty does the work of heaving it open and running out into the open pasture lit only by the small specks of light that penetrate the tree canopy. Taryon stumbles after Doty and transforms his rod into a spear.

The wind blows over the grasses. There's movement beyond the boundary of the pasture.] I guess we going to get some answers pretty soon.

[ Dorian quickly follows after the two, holding up his scimitar as high as he can to light as much of the space before them as possible. ]

…does anyone know if there are any entrances to the Fae Realm around here?

[ He’s only somewhat joking. ]

[The light shines past the edge of the meadow, and two eyes reflect the light back.]

I hope not... [Tary aims his spear at the distant beast, which turns out to be a dire wolf. Another follows it.] There! Doty! [Doty runs up towards the monsters, fists swinging, and Taryon casts Haste on Dorian.]

[ Dorian feels the spell coursing through him, sending a rush of energy that pushes him forward, and as he runs at the wolves he raises his sword to slash down at the nearest one. ]

[The sword creates a deep gash across the wolf's body, not enough to kill it, but it's limping. It's also furious at Dorian and bites at his arm.]

Doty, follow me. [Taryon runs towards the second wolf, and when he has crossed half of the distance, he holds his hand out and fires one shot from the Ring of the Ram. A spectral force knocks the monster a foot back, and it winces in pain.]

[ Dorian manages to jump back just out of range of the wolf's bite, then swings with his sword again. The strike lands across the wolf's side, sending it staggering back.

Seeing where Tary is engaged with the other wolf, Dorian lets out a sharp whistle; it's not the most elegant way to instill inspiration, but it should still help in a pinch. ]

[The monster charges at Taryon, who is still recovering from his recent attack, and slashes at him with a claw. His breastplate armor protects him from the worst of the damage, but the force punches out his breath.

Dorian believes in him. He's there, ready for his friend to step up and have his moment of heroism.

Doty swings at the monster that dared attack its creator with a furious "Tary!". The dire wolf leaps back, only to be speared through its head. Taryon thrusts the weapon deeper, and the monster's eyes roll into the back of its head before collapses onto the ground.]

[ Dorian grins to himself, seeing the other man fell the dire wolf. But his celebration is cut short by the growl nearby, reminding him of his own foe he's facing off against. Making sure Tary and Doty are out of range, he claps his hands together and sends a Thundewave at the beast. ]

[The poor beast barely has time to see its oncoming death before the Thunderwave strikes it and destroys what fragile flesh remained on its bones. Two down, none to go.

Taryon runs up to Dorian, flicking the blood off of his rod.] That could have gone better. Are you good?

[ Dorian takes a moment to inspect his sword, wiping away any traces of blood from the wolf. ]

Could have also gone worse. [ Once he was sure the blade was clean, he looks at Tary with a grin. ] Not a scratch on me. You?

Uh. [He rubs the armor over his midsection.] Got bumped around, but it's nothing bad.

[He's still too dainty for all this. More training must be had.]

I hope those kids didn't run into those wolves...

Me neither. [ He holds his sword higher, trying to light more of the area around them. ] If they had run into them here, we’d most likely find it in this area, assuming this is part of those wolves’ territory.

Should we follow the wolves? At least we'll have a specific direction to follow.

[His fingers poke at the embedded opal on his helmet, itching to pull it out for a flashlight.]

We can try getting their attention, like with Morse code or something.

Hmm…if we get their attention, we might get attacked again instead of finding where they’re heading. We could follow them for now, and see if can turn up anything.

Alright. Doty? Let's track those wolves down.

[Taryon crouches and feels around for the monsters' footprints. They head deeper into the forest, and he slowly steps alongside the trail.]

[ Dorian keeps his scimitar aloft as they follow behind Doty, mostly to light the path for him and Tary. ]

What were those kids even doing this far out here in the first place?

I don't know. They were looking for fruit? Exploring?

[He stares at the tracks, focused only on the road, but not noticing a stray piece of paper that got caught in the bushes. This small bit of wrapping paper smelled sweet, as if it held a piece of candy some time ago.]

I never ventured this far when I was a boy, but if they were upset with something at home, I get why they'd want to hide away.

Hmm…I do understand that sentiment.

[ He’d certainly been a kid wanting to get away from his parents. ]

I worry that the farther in we go, the less likely we are to find them.

You don't have any spells that help us find people, do you?

[They come across another set of footsteps leading away from the wolves: small shoes, two sets of them. Taryon stops and stares at the new tracks.]

[ Dorian hums in slight annoyance. ] Unfortunately, no, that’s not one in my skill set.

[ He pauses when Taryon does, releasing a breath of relief when he spots the set of smaller footprints. ]

That’s a good sign, at least.

They're fresh. [This is a total guess, he is not a tracker like Vex, but it bolsters his own spirit.] Can you follow those with your sword?

[ With a nod, he lifts his sword as high as he can manage, looking to see which direction the tracks were leading in. ]

This way. [ He gestures to the direction with his sword before following the trail. ]

[The dark woods would be disastrous for anyone without a guide. With all these wolves, Taryon hopes that the children were lucky enough to find shelter. As they marched across muddy paths and plants with thorny stems, they find a large wooden structure hiding behind a row of trees.

It's covered in moss and looks half-rotten, but there's a light inside.]

Doty, take this down: After entering the portal to the dark side of the woods, my bardic companion and I found ourselves surrounded by dire wolves and trees, the former which we dispatched without a sweat, and the latter which aimed to disorient us. We prevailed and tracked the children, only to find ourselves before a lone cabin. This - I believed - would be where we would become heroes.

[ Looking at the dilapidated structure, Dorian frowns a bit, trying to peer inside without getting any closer. He doesn’t feel as optimistic as Tary, thinking it’s a bit too convenient that they’d come across a cabin at this moment, and the light inside only makes him wary, but he tries to swallow down his pessimism while still preparing for what they might find inside. ]

Shall we?

[Doty closes the book, and Taryon adjusts his armor.]

It's our best lead.

[Taryon sneaks around the house, where there is a single door with an old mat at the front step. He kneels and presses his ear against the wood. It doesn't take a perceptive person to hear movement inside along with an old woman's muttering.

He waves at Dorian to also listen in.]

[ Following Tary to the door, he stands over the other man to press his own ear to the door and listening in. He frowns at the sound of an old woman’s voice, and tries to listen closer to make out what she’s saying. ]

[Sometimes, she can be heard saying things like "just a bit more..." and "now where did I...?", and once in a while, a "dearie" shows up.

Taryon whispers:] If there's one thing I learned, it's to be suspicious of the elderly. What do you say?

[ Well that definitely doesn’t bode well. ]

I’d say that if I was a child lost in such dark woods, I certainly wouldn’t refuse any shelter, no matter how sketchy the individual offering it.

Do we charge in, or should we try sneaking through a window? [He tilts his head towards Doty.] Don't forget, we have a third guy to help us out.

"Tary," Doty agreed.

It might be too dangerous for us to just charge in. Let’s try to find a window. I can also case Invisibility if we need it.

I got that spell, too. Doty...Doty is stealthy enough. He can barge through the door once we're in.

[He stands and steps away from the front door. A few windows are small, and one that is covered in old, faded drapery seems large enough for a man to slide through.]

[ Dorian follows suit, and once they find a window large enough for them he reluctantly puts his scimitar away, not wanting the glow to give them away just yet. ]

[A shadow moves over the window. Taryon points at Dorian, then himself, then at the the window, following by holding up a palm indicating for them to wait. His hand glows with a faint magic, and he turns invisible.]

[ Dorian nods at the gesture to wait, then watches as Tary casts the spell and disappears. It will be a bit more difficult to coordinate if they can’t see each other, but it’s a risk they’ll have to take right now.

His own hand glowing, he casts Invisibility on himself as well. ]

[Taryon grabs Dorian's shoulder - at least, where he remembered where his shoulder was. He fumbles around, gripping along his arms (seriously, how did he get so many muscles?) until he gets a decent hold and tugs upward. Taryon leans in to whisper:] Jump in first, I'll go next.

[If Taryon fails this athletic feat, at least Dorian - the stronger guy, won't be delayed.]

[ Even knowing Tary is still nearby, he startles just a bit when the other man grabs his arms. But the whispered words get a nod, before he remembers that Tary can’t see him. ]

All right.

[ Grabbing the window, he carefully hoists himself up and onto the ledge. But with as decayed as the wood is, part of it tears off under his weight, causing him to slip a little and scramble to catch himself.

Hopefully that wasn’t too loud. ]

[The old woman hears nothing - she's distracted by whatever she's working on to perceive that noise as anything other than the sound of the woods.

Taryon grabs at the space before him, thinking that Dorian is about to fall off but unable to see what's going on. It's an extra support on his backside while he gets through the window.]

[ Breathing out a muted sigh, Dorian continues climbing through the window, just managing to suppress a startle when hands find his backside. It's enough to help him the rest of the way through, though, and he carefully steps on the floor to try and avoid any creaky wood. ]

[The old woman is turned away from the window, bent over a large cauldron at the fireplace. There are various blankets covering what seem to be boxes all over the perimeter of the cottage and herbs hanging overhead. The hag herself turns around, revealing glowing eyes and a ratty cloak covering her body.

Taryon, in the meantime, takes his time climbing onto the window sill and sliding through, one leg at a time, silently.]

[ Dorian stiffens a bit as the hag turns around, worried that she'd become aware of their presence. But fortunately she doesn't look in their direction, which finally prompts him to take half a step away from the window, to give Tary more room to come inside.

As he does, he tries to get a better look of the cabin's interior, craning his head to try and peer into the many boxes as well as looking around for any signs of other life in the cabin. ]

[Some of the boxes hold vegetables, others...hold animal parts. Jars of dead frogs, rotting roots, and what might be spell components. Others are completely covered, and as Dorian moves around, he hears the shifting of cloth underneath one of them.

Taryon finally plants one foot on the floor, then the other. He takes one step, and the wood board creaks so loudly, he can feel the entire house creak in response. The hag turns to this unmistakable sound of a person walking across her precious cottage.]

Thief! [Cries the witch and grabs the empty air.]

[ Dorian pushes Tary back, farther out of reach from the bag before darting around, torn between casting a spell and trying to look farther in for the children while still invisible.

Still, with Tary still under the spell, the other man could look while he and Doty took care of things. With that in mind, he cast Dissonant Whispers at the hag, shattering his invisibility. ]

Khhhaaack! [The hag screeches and covers her ears to block out the horrid noise to no avail. She slithers around and spots the Genasi man who had just appeared.]

Horrible wretch! Begone! [Several orbs of light congeal around her hand, and she casts Magic Missile at Dorian.

Tary, in the meantime, walks towards the door and tugs on the handle, letting Doty inside without breaking his invisibility.] Doty, get that old lady!

[Doty immediately charges at her, swings his fits, and decks her in the face.]

[ Dorian does his best to dodge the missiles, but isn’t fast enough to avoid all of them. With a pained grunt he retrieves his sword from his lute, but doesn’t move closer yet to avoid getting in Doty’s way. ]

Quick, try to see what you can find!

[ He avoids calling Tary by name, hoping the hag hasn’t realized his presence just yet. ]

[Doty swings, striking the hag in the stomach, and she swipes back with her claws, but only manages to scrape his metal exterior.

Taryon runs over to the boxes, pulled up the corners of the blankets: he finds chickens, bottles of potions...and in the last one, a little boy and girl huddled together.

The children watch the invisible Taryon, fearing what sort of invisible creature is before them.] Don't worry, I'm here to rescue you!

[He reaches into his bag of holding with the perfect tool: the Chime of Opening. This lock won't give him any trouble.]

[ His attention is split between Tary and the hag, but it sounded like the other man found something. He just needs to buy the other man time.

With a quick flash of decision, he closes the gap between him, the hag, and Doty, hoping it’ll be enough distance from Tary, and casts Warding Wind. Hopefully Doty being a machine won’t affect him too badly. ]

[Doty stands strong, being made of metal. He attempts to grapple the hag, but she slips out of his grasp. Her focus shifts over to the bard, who has rendered her incapable of casting her spells, and slashes him with her claws at close range.

Taryon pulls the door open and sees the children aren't physically harmed: apart from the terror on their faces, the hag seems to have been taking care of them. They aren't leaving the mysteriously opened cage.

He kneels and casts Sanctuary on the boy, who is in the front. Invisibility drops.] My name is Taryon Darrington. I'm here to save you.

[ Dorian manages to avoid her claws, but the wind renders a lot of his own spells useless as well, and the rest of them would be too risky with Doty so close. Instead he retrieves his axe and swings at the hag. ]

[She hisses as his axe slices into her body, but as a fey being, that isn't enough to strike her down. She slashes at him again, and Doty swings at her, but misses.

The boy, seeing a fairy tale knight show up promising rescue, crawls out of the cage and latches onto him. The girl follows, and Taryon casts Sanctuary on her as well.] We need to get you out of here. I'll take care of the hag!

[He stands between the kids at the hag, who notices some movement behind the heavy winds and struggles through the wind in an attempt to reach them.]

[ Seeing the hag noticing Tary and the children, Dorian swings his axe at her again since her back is turned, trying to get her attention back on him. ]

[It slices into her again, and in response, she slashes her claws at him.]

Doty, pin her down!

[Doty wraps his arms around her, a practiced grapple, and the elderly villain is trapped, pinned to the metal man as the wind howls around her.]

[ Seeing Doty getting closer, Dorian lets himself take the hit, wincing as the claws tear into his arm. But he provides enough of a distraction for the automaton to grapple her.

Not wanting to risk her casting a spell, Dorian uses the flat side of his axe to try and knock her on the head to render her unconscious. ]

[There's no way for her to dodge. The axe strikes the side of her head, and the hag stills. Taryon opens the door and leads the kids outside.]

[ Once he’s sure that the hag isn’t moving, he drops the winds and breathes out a sigh before calling over his shoulder towards the door. ]

What do you think we should do with her?

[Taryon holds the door open, and the kids wait outside patiently.]

Tie her up? Throw her in the fire? Maybe she won't come after us if we disappear.

[ With a thoughtful hum, he pulls out his rope. ]

It couldn’t hurt to make sure she can’t follow us.

[ With that, he makes sure to tie her somewhere that will at least be a struggle for her to escape from for a while (at least, without magic), before going to join Tary and the children outside. ]

Doty, let's go.

Tary. [Doty lets the hag drop to the floor and stomps outside. Taryon turns to the kids with his hands on his hips.] Now. Let's get you back home. How did you even get this far into the woods?

[The kids look at each other, and one of them mutters something about getting lost and the hag giving them candy.]

[ The urge to chastise the children for taking candy from strangers is tempting, but Dorian figures they’ve been through enough already. Plus, they are asking them to trust a couple of strangers to take them home, so it might not be the best time for the stranger danger talk.

Instead he checks over the couple of wounds he has, humming a bit to himself to heal them. ]

Well. At least she wasn't able to eat you. But remember to be careful of the woods. There are plenty of magical beasties to watch for. Now. Do either of you need to be carried? Doty here is strong enough.

[The children, hands clasped together tightly, stare at Doty at wide eyes. Yes, please, they want to be carried on the friendly robot.]

[ Dorian chuckles a little, not really able to blame the kids for that. He probably would have been the same at that age.

Starting to put his axe away, he unclips the flute from the axe head at the last minute. ]

We still have quite a bit to get back. Would you like to hear a song while we go?

[ It was mostly meant as a distraction, to keep the kids' spirits light as they headed back through the dark woods again. ]

Doty, carry them safely.

Tary. [To the children's delight, the robot speaks! He scoops them up, one in each arm.

They nod at the offer of a song, already feeling better as Taryon leads them back towards the dark tunnel.]

[ With Tary at the front, Dorian walks behind Doty, making sure to keep an eye for anything behind them as he plays a cheerful tune on his flute, being sure to keep it soft enough so as not to draw anymore unwanted attention. ]

So. My companion here is Dorian Storm, who is a traveling bard. I sought his help when I heard you were missing, since he's very strong and capable. I'm sure you've seen him take down the hag.

[Hell give credit where it's due; Dorian did the bulk of the fighting.]

We shouldn't be far. My friend and I can handle any monsters in this forest! We even killed a few wolves on the way...

[He retells the battle from earlier, embellishing the details and making it drag on longer than it actually did.]

[ Dorian can’t help raising a curious brow at his companion’s…generous embellishment of their fight with the wolves. Then again, as a bard he probably can’t say much about that.

Instead he continues playing his flute, the tune changing to provide a dramatic backdrop to Taryon’s tale. ]

[The trip through the dark forest passage and into the safe area is uneventful, save for the dimming sky. It's evening, and the men who were in the search party are huddled around the fire, saying nothing to each other.

When the two men, two children, and a robot step through, they all stand, and one excitedly runs towards them. The kids wriggle out of Doty's grasp and hit the ground running back to their father for a great hug.]

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[ Once they come across the search party, Dorian lets the music fade away, checking behind them once again to make sure nothing was following them. ]

[Taryon meets with the men that originally contacted them, explaining what had happened.]

Yes, it was a hag. They tend to disguise themselves as normal people…. No, they’re fine. She didn’t do anything…. Oh, you don’t have to pay us, the Darrington Brigade doesn’t operate like that….

[ Dorian stands close by, answering any questions directed at him but otherwise more than happy to let Taryon direct the conversation.

When the whole group finally decides to head back to town, Dorian helps put out the fire and gather the search party’s materials to hurry things along. ]

[Taryon finally breaks away from the conversation when half of the encampment has been packed up and has Doty carry the bulk of the items. Taryon gets one rolled up blanket.

They split ways when they return to town, the families returning to their homes, and the kids give Doty one last hug. As Tary returns to the Darrington Manor, he pats Dorian on the back.] That was a pretty good adventure, I must say.

[ Watching the group depart, Dorian glances back at Tary with a grin. ]

I’m just glad we were able to find those children in time.

I would think their parents would tell them how dangerous these woods are. You just don't follow strange people in the middle of the darkest forest if you know your folk tales.

Maybe, but it’s difficult to remember that if you’re a frightened child already lost in the woods. I probably would have taken any comfort I could get, if that had been me.

[Taryon thinks of himself implicitly trusting Vox Machina despite knowing nothing of their reputation.] Fair.

[ Dorian nods, remember his own days when he’d first left home, out all on his own. ]

The important thing is that they’re safe now. And hopefully they’ll know a little better in case something happens next time.

And that they have people like us who they can depend on if they get into trouble again. At least, trouble that they try to avoid.

[They approach the mansion along the streets dimly lit by the sparse lampposts.]

But, you're right. They're safe and back home. [He clasps his hands together.] So. I'm beat. I think a meal and sleep will do us both good.

[ Dorian chuckles softly. ] I won’t say no to that.

[Orym pulled off his shirt and folded it, putting it aside before pulling out his sleeping pants. He looked over at his husband, trying to figure out how to ask what he wanted to ask.

The day before had been a very bad day for them both, but Dorian had lost a brother.]

If you need to talk about it, I'm here for you.

[ Despite being glad to have returned to Orym’s side, Dorian had been avoiding eye contact with him now that the two of them were finally alone. Mostly because he knew this conversation was coming.

Even so, he pauses in the middle of brushing his hair. Even now, he isn’t quite sure what to say, all this thoughts and feelings a jumbled mess. ]

…I know. And I appreciate it, I do, I just… [ A pause, and then a sigh, as he puts his brush down to run a hand over his face. ] Honestly I think I’m still just trying to process all of it.

[ Everything had happened so fast - Opal being corrupted, his brother dying, the Crown Keepers splitting up. He isn’t sure how he’s managed to keep it all together other than maybe he might be in a bit of shock. ]

That's okay.

[he pushed down his pants and small clothes and pulled on the pajama bottoms.]

I understand. Take all the time you need.

[He does. He's still reeling from FCG's death, and he remembers how much the grief hurt when his first husband and dad died. He still had that grief. It never went away. A scar on his heart that faded with time but was still there. Would always be there.

He padded over to Dorian and wrapped his arms around Dorian's torso. Took a deep breath and let out a content sigh.]

Thank you for coming when I called.

[ Dorian’s arms automatically wrap around Orym, holding the smaller figure close. ]

Of course. I’ll always come when you call. I’m just sorry it took me so long.

[ His arms tighten around Orym just a bit, before one hand reaches up to gently comb through the hair on the back of Orym’s head. ]

…How are you doing, Orym? Seriously.

You had other things to take care of. I know that.

[He looks up, no judgement in his eyes or voice. He knows that Dorian had to help Cyrus, and maybe one day, their paths will part again. But in his heart, he knows they'll converge again.]

I've been better. I'm sad and angry. And a little relieved that Otahan is dead. But with you here, I know I'll be okay eventually.

[He turned and pressed a kiss to his husband's palm.]

I love you so fucking much.

[ Dorian laughs softly, but it’s a harsh sound, a small window to the anger he feels. ]

Lot of good that did, huh?

[ The whole reason he’d left Orym in the first place was to help Cyrus, and in the end his brother still died.

Dorian nods as Orym lays out his feelings. Honestly, it sounds a bit like an oversimplification, but he won’t push his husband for more than he’s willing to talk about right now.

Instead he smiles faintly, and gently cups Orym’s cheek. ]

I love you so much too. I’ve really missed you.

[Orym grimaces. He hadn't meant to bring that up.]

Sorry.

[He leans into the touch. Like Dorian, he doesn't want to talk about it either. It's not done. There's still Ludinus to deal with—the man who pulled the trigger that was Otohan.]

Let's go to bed. I really could do with some cuddling and just be glad you're alive and in my arms.

[ Dorian sighs and shakes his head. ] No, sorry, it’s not your fault. I just…

[ It was just difficult to think how badly he’d failed. Not just Cyrus, but Opal…everyone.

It’s easier to bury those thoughts for now, and instead accepts Orym’s suggestion with a nod. ]

Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.

((ooc: just leaving this here.))

[Orym offers a small smile and steps back towards the bed.]

It'll be nice to sleep in the same bed again.

[He pulls down the covers and climbs in, watching his husband. Dorian is such a sight for sore eyes. Even without their time apart, he could watch the genasi all day and be happy.]

(( OOC: Ahahaha accurate ))

[ Taking a moment to finally finish brushing his hair, Dorian then rises to follow Orym, settling in beside him.

As he lies down, he smiles and wraps his arms around his husband, pulling him close to his body and burying his face in his husband’s hair. ]

[Orym cuddles in, head against his husband's shoulder and he takes a deep breath.]

I missed this: how you feel, how you smell, how warm you are.

[He goes quiet for a moment.]

Do you think we should tell them we got married?

[ Dorian hums in soft contentment, the warmth of Orym’s body chasing away the darker, colder thoughts, at least for the moment. ]

I missed this too. I missed holding you, feeling you in my arms. I missed feeling your heartbeat against mine.

[ The question has him pause for a moment, before he cuddles Orym closer. ]

Maybe not quite yet. I just want to enjoy this for a bit longer before they find out.

Your heartbeat's my favorite lullaby.

[He smiles as he presses his face against Dorian's chest, taking another long breath, surrounding himself with his husband's scent, his warmth. Burrowing into him like a blanket.

He missed this so much. Missed Dorian.]

I'm okay with that.

[ He gently combs the hair on the back of Orym’s head, just needing to touch, to ground himself to the present, this moment. He curls a bit more around Orym, tucking him even closer to his body. ]

I love you.

[He pressed a kiss to his husband's collarbone.]

And I love you.

[His voice is slowly getting softer as his body begins to surrender to exhaustion.]

I love you.

[ He shivers a little at the gentle kiss, but hearing his husbands voice start to drift, he presses a kiss of his own on top of Orym’s head, combing his fingers through his hair to help relax him further. ]

Rest, love. I have you.

And I have you.

[He had wanted to make love to his husband, but suddenly he's so tired.]

We'll have to have really athletic sex in the near future to celebrate our reunion soon.

[ Dorian chuckles softly. ]

Well, I’m certainly looking forward to it.

But we have some time.

[ Even with everything going on, and everything they still have to do…they could make a bit of time for that. ]

Mmmhmm.

[And with that, Orym drifts off into slumber.

When he wakes up, he'll find his groin pressed up against Dorian's stomach; he's as hard as he can get, his face pressed in between Dorian's pectorals.

A good place to wake up.]

[ Even when Orym finally drifts off, Dorian lingers awake a bit longer, humming a soft song into his husband’s hair to help him rest easier. Only once the song is finished does he let himself fall asleep himself.

And when morning comes, Orym will find Dorian curled even more around him, his legs tangled with Orym’s and his arms still secure around him. And as his breath drifts over Orym’s hair, the halfling might feel the heat of his morning arousal pulse against his thigh. ]

[He did. As Dorian could feel his against his stomach.]

Morning

[He yawned and looked up at his husband. Gods, he had missed this, missed this so much. He rubbed his thigh against his husband's erection.]

I think we have time for a quickie before we have to meet up with the others if you're game.

[ Orym stirring is what first rouse Dorian from slumber, but it’s the firm heat pressed against his stomach that really pulls him to consciousness. Blinking his eyes open, he yawns and gives Orym a sleepy smile. ]

Morning.

[ It certainly is the nicest morning he’s had in a while. He’d missed being able to wake up with Orym in his arms.

Sucking in a breath at the gentle pressure to his length, he shudders and pulls Orym closer. ]

Mm, I think that’s manageable.

I forgot how nice it is to wake up with you.

[Clever hands quickly make their way into Dorian's pants as he kisses his way to a nipple, latching onto it as he pushes the sleep pants down Dorian's thighs.]

[ A soft gasp is pulled from his throat at the initial touches, followed by a low moan as his cock is exposed to the cool morning air. His body curves into Orym’s touch, his nails lightly biting into his husband’s skin. ]

A-Aah…

[Orym hums and pulls off Dorian's nipple to look down at his husband's cock in his hand.]

Feels just like I remember it.

[He lets out a content little sigh as he jerks Dorian off.] Feels good in my hand. You're almost too big for it.

[ Dorian shudders, groaning as he lightly thrusts into Orym’s hand. ]

Mm…no, you’re perfect.

[Pressing a kiss to Dorian's chest, Orym began to kiss his way down.]

You're perfect.

[Once down between Dorian's legs, Orym takes him into his mouth, sucking softly. He knows they don't have much time, but it's been far too long since he was intimate with his husband. He wanted to enjoy this—the taste, weight, scent, and heat of his husband on his tongue.

[ Dorian presses the back of one fist to his mouth in order to muffle his moan, the fingers of his other hand gripping Orym’s short hair, just shy of gentle, as his husband starts to suck him off. He thrusts shallowly, not wanting to hurt his husband but still wanting to feel more of that wet heat around him. ]

Nnnngh…

[Taking a firmer hold of the base of his husband's cock, Orym took as much of it into his mouth as possible, humming around him as he did.

When his hair was tugged, he moaned around Dorian and looked up, giving a little nod, hoping that the bard understood that he meant he could tug a little harder if he wanted. He wasn't about to pull off.]

[ Another wavering moan rose from his throat, as much as he tries to stifle it down, as his cock sunk deeper into the wet heat of his husband’s mouth. The permission had his fingers tightening in Orym’s hair, and he gave an experimental rock of his hips, seeing how much the halfling could take.]

[Orym moaned again, not stopping until the head of his husband's cock hit the back of his throat.

He got about just shy of three-quarters of Dorian's dick in his mouth. He looked up again, looking very pleased with himself as he swallowed around the head.]

[ He sucks in a sharp breath when he feels the tip of his cock touch his husband’s throat, and he can’t help a shiver seeing the pleased expression on Orym’s face.

He cards his fingers through Orym’s hair, then grips harder as a pulse of electricity shoots through him when his husband’s throat constricts around him. ]

Orym…

[Orym moaned around Dorian's dick when his husband moaned his name like that. He swallowed around him again, then began to pull back so just the head was in his mouth, taking a deep breath through his nose and then going back down again.]

[ Dorian moans, low gravelly sound in his throat, his body trembling as he struggles not to thrust into Orym’s mouth, his cock throbbing as that skillful tongue drags along it. ]

Nnnnngh…!

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[Pulling off, Orym gave Dorian a smile and licked the tip, enjoying the taste of Dorian's precum.]

Enjoying yourself, my love?

[ Taking a few shaky breaths, he combs his fingers through Orym’s hair, almost apologetic for gripping him so tight. ]

Always, when I with you.

[ A pause, and releases another slow exhale. ] Don’t stop?

I won't. [Another lick.] I won't. I want to taste you so badly.

[And he took him back into his mouth with a pleased hum, sucking hard on him as he sunk down on him again.]

[ Dorian sucks in a sharp breath as Orym takes him into his mouth again, his back arching as his husband sucks him off. This time he can’t help a shallow thrust into that hot mouth. ]

A-Aaaah…

[He wrapped his hand around the base of Dorian's cock, starting to bob up and down faster, his other hand coming up to play with his husband's balls. He looked up with heavy-lidded eyes, his pupils blown with desire as he sucked his husband off.]

[ Dorian groaned, his fingers tightening in Orym’s hair as the sensations ran over him. The heat pooled into his core, and his heart beats erratically as he took in his husband’s expression. ]

O-Orym…y-you look so good with my cock in your mouth… [ Another small thrust, careful not to choke his husband. ] How I’d love to stuff you so full in other ways…

[Orym pulled off with a lewd pop, smiling up at his husband before pressing little kisses to Dorian's shaft.]

I was thinking of swallowing your load down but your idea sounds better. I'll need some prep though.

[ That obscene sound somehow sends another spike of arousal through him, and his cock twitches at the soft kiss Orym brushes along it.

The words earn a breathless chuckle, as he cups Orym’s cheek. ]

Not that I’m opposed to it, but I thought we were in a hurry.

[ The others would wonder if they take too long, after all. But surely they could take a bit longer for themselves, right? ]

[They would... but, but, he missed Dorian so much.]

I think we can squeeze in an extra few minutes. Let me get the oil.

[Fearne probably knows they'd want some extra time and distract the others for them. He jumped off the bed, grabbed the bottle of oil from his bag, and climbed back on, uncorking it and giving it to Dorian.]

It's been a while for me. You know, not even on my own.

[ Dorian definitely had no arguments, and he smiled as Orym returned to the cot, taking the vial from him. But the words surprise him a bit. ]

Really? Not at all?

[ Not that he has himself, but… ]

Haven't really had the time. Fingering takes more time than jerking off. And I've only really managed that once or twice.

[He pressed a kiss to Dorian's lips, a hand coming up to play with one of his husband's (medium sized) nipples.]

Besides, you always did it better than I could.

[ Dorian hummed softly as he returned the kiss, though it trailed off into a hitch as those fingers played with his nipples. ]

Mm…it is a bit difficult to have time and privacy for that, I suppose. But it never was the same without you.

[ Capturing Orym’s lips again, he placed a hand to his chest to press his husband down onto the bed, settling over him. ]

But I have you now. And now we can both remember how good it feels together.

We'll make sure to explore more thoroughly when we have time.

[Letting himself be turned over, Orym ran his hair through Dorian's hair as it spilled over the bard's shoulders.]

I'm so glad you're here with me again.

[ Dorian closed his eyes and turned into Orym’s touch, shivering a little as it sent a pleasant tingle across his scalp. ]

I’m glad to be here with you again.

[ Pouring some oil into his hand, he placed his free hand on one of Orym’s knees to part those graceful legs, leaning down to press another kiss to his husband’s lips as he brushes a finger over his entrance. ]

I love you.

And I love you so much.

[He spreads his legs for Dorian, sighing softly as he's touched, his hole twitching under Dorain's fingertip]

Gods, I need you so badly.

You have me, love. Always.

[ Carefully he slips his finger up to the first knuckle into Orym, groaning a little as he feels the velvet heat. ]

I’d almost forgotten how good you feel.

[Orym lets out a soft moan as Dorian slides a finger into him.]

Dorian

[How he missed this. Having something in him. He wiggled his hips a bit, eager to have more in him.]

Me too. Kiss me.

[ Dorian couldn’t help a soft chuckle at that. He’s missed Orym being bossy in the bedroom, ordering him around and demanding what he wanted.

So he obediently leaned down to catch his husband’s lips with his own, sliding his finger deeper into him and wiggling it around to open him up properly. ]

[He reached up, fingers curling into Dorian's mane of hair as they kissed. He opened his mouth, inviting Dorian in.

His body shudders as the pad of Dorian's finger brushes his prostate.]

[ Dorian moaned softly against Orym’s lips, his tongue slipping inside to taste his husband fully. Then he thrust his finger and tongue in tandem, setting up a slow lazy rhythm into Orym’s entrance and mouth. ]

[Moaning with him, Orym curled his fingers tighter, wanting all of him. Needing all of him. He broke the kiss to take a breath.]

I love you.

[His voice is soft, like a prayer.]

I love you. I love you. I love you.

[ Dorian groans, the feeling of those fingers lightly tugging his hair sending a ripple of pleasure through him. Even as Orym draws back to breathe, his lips trail starting at his forehead, pressing a kiss at each eye, down along the bridge of his nose, each cheek, trailing down his jaw and peppering kisses down his neck. ]

I love you too. [ He breathes the words in return to Orym’s skin, in between kissing and nipping at his husband’s neck, chanting it in rhythm as he thrusts his finger in and out of him. ] I love you. I love you. I love you.

I don't think I wait much longer. Please, Dorian, please, I need you.

[He wraps his arms around Dorian's head. His cock throbs with every thrust of his husband's finger.]

I need you in me. Please, my love.

[ Dorian shivers at the way his husband begs for him, but even as it sends a spike of arousal through him, he can’t help leaning back a bit with a concerned frown. ]

Are you sure you’re ready?

[ He hasn’t stretched Orym quite enough, and he worries about accidentally hurting him. ]

[Biting his lip, Orym looked at his husband, eyes dark with lust.

He wants it. He wants it so bad, but Dorian's right. He needs a little more stretching.]

One more finger.

[ With a small smile, he pressed a kiss to Orym’s forehead, as if that was enough to give placate him for the moment. ]

Soon, love.

[ Drawing his finger out, he then slowly slides two back in, scissoring them to work the ring of muscles open further. ]

[Orym does his best not whine. He wanted it so badly.

To his embarrassment, he let out a keening little whine when Dorian pulled out his finger before sliding it back in with another.]

Fuck.

[He clung to Dorian as the bard scissored his fingers inside of him.]

Dorian.

[ Dorian did his best to open Orym up, not wanting to hurt him. But the sounds his husband made were driving him crazy, and soon his own patience wore thin.

Drawing his fingers back out, he pressed a quick kiss to Orym’s forehead before lining his cock up to his husband’s entrance, hissing as he slowly, carefully pushed his way in. ]

[He let out another whine, this one he couldn't stifle.]

Dorian

[Finally, finally, his husband is sliding into him. The stretch feels so good.]

Gods, yes.

[ Dorian’s breath hitches as he feels the tight ring of muscles envelop his length, groaning as he gently thrusts into Orym. ]

Fuck, Orym…you’re so tight…

I am little.

[He clung tight to Dorian.] Gods, I've missed you. I've missed this. Missed you so much.

[ He wrapped his arms around Orym in turn, holding him close as he slowly sunk further into him. ]

I missed you too. I missed you so much. I thought about you all the time while we were apart.

Me too. Gods, Dorian. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to call you more than I did.

[He tucked his head under Doiran's chin, moaning as his husband sunk deeper into him.]

Feels so good.

[ A low moan rose from Dorian’s throat, and he held Orym closer as he set a steady rhythm in and out of his husband. ]

I wanted to come back sooner…but there were so many things happening…

[ Not that any of it mattered anyway. He’d failed all of his other group in the end. ]

I know, my love, I know. You don't have to explain anything to me.

[Life happened, he knew it better than most.]

We're together now.

[ Dorian nodded a little, his arms tightening around Orym, holding desperately like he never wanted to let go. ]

Right…you’re right. We’re together now.

[ And he would make sure to be here for his husband from now on.

His rhythm started to falter a bit, his thrusts turning sharper. ]

Orym…

[Orym clings his husband as Dorian's thrusts gain more power behind them, swearing softly against his skin.]

Don't stop, don't stop. Dorian.

[ Dorian groans, angling his thrust to hit that spot in Orym to bring his husband more pleasure. ]

Won’t stop…won’t stop ‘til I fill you up.

Yes, yes, please! I want it. I want you!

[He clenched down on his husband's cock, eager to be filled even more than he already was. Filled with cock, filled with his husband's love.]

Dorian!

[His voice was becoming higher in pitch and volume as he hurdled towards orgasm. Good thing his face was pressed flush against his husband's torso.]

[ In contrast, Dorian's moans rumble lower, almost a growl as the muscles tighten around his cock, sending a ripple of shock through him. Clutching Orym tighter, he thrusts into him a few more times, feeling the pressure building within him until it finally boils over as he careens over the edge. ]

Orym!

[ One last thrust deep into his husband as his climax explodes out of him, staining the halfling's insides white with his seed. ]

[It's that last brush against his prostate and the flood of heat inside of him to push him over his own edge.

He moaned, clinging to his husband, his love, as tightly as he could, cum painting their stomachs with splashes of white.

Once he comes down from his orgasm, he feels all pleasant and boneless.]

Gods, I missed you. I needed this more than I thought.

[ Dorian groaned, shivering as the feeling of his husband’s spends almost seemed to burn against his skin. He gave a few more shallow thrusts into Orym before settling on top of him, and even in his post-climax daze he still made sure not to crush the smaller figure under him.

He lay still for a moment, letting the silence settle over them aside from their heavy breathing and pounding hearts. Eventually he felt the rush start to ebb, and with a shaky breath he chuckled, gently cupping Orym’s face to stroke his cheek. ]

I think I needed it too. [ He placed a light kiss on top of Orym’s head. ] I missed you so much.

[Orym doesn't mind; he likes the feel of Dorian's weight atop him. It makes him feel safe.]

And I you.

[They've said it a lot within the last twelve hours, but it just showed how much they missed each other. How much they loved each other. How much they meant to each other.]

Let's stay like this a bit more. I like being filled by you.

[ Dorian laughed again, a soft breathless sound as his heart finally slowed its rhythm. ]

I don’t mind. But the others will come looking for us eventually.

[ Even saying so, he wasn’t in a hurry to move. ]

[Orym sighs.]

You're right, of course.

[Still, he doesn't make a move to get up right away. But after a few moments, he began to wriggle under his husband.]

Might as well get moving.

[ Dorian whined playfully, clinging to Orym despite his husband’s attempts to move. ]

I didn’t mean we have to go now.

Hmm... Okay.

[He stops wriggling and pressed a kiss to his husband's chest.]

I think we can wait another five minutes. Maybe ten. We'll need to wash up a bit too. Chet's nose will know what we've been up to from a mile away.

[ Dorian snorts a little. ] Unless there's a proper bath around here somewhere, he's going to figure it out regardless. But I agree, we'll need to clean up a bit.

[ He pulls Orym closer, snuggling in with him. ] Later.

[Orym sighed contentedly, nuzzling up against his husband's chest.]

There's probably not, but I'm sure there's an area for a cleanup.

[Another sigh.]

They probably already know we're involved. We haven't been exactly subtle.

[ Dorian offered an apologetic smile and a shrug. ] Subtlety was never my forte.

[ Sorry, Orym, this is what you married. ]

But they probably don’t realize to what degree we’re involved, at least.

[He loves him anyways.]

I wasn't trying to hide it, either.

[There's a difference between 'private' and 'secret' to Orym. If he had been asked, he probably would have told them that he and Dorian were involved. He wouldn't volunteer that they got married, and without asking Dorian, he wouldn't have admitted it even if they flat-out asked. He's not sure what he would have said in that instance.]

[ Dorian isn’t sure how he would have answered that either, if asked. He’s trying to be more honest about himself, especially with his friends. But something like this felt too important to mention so casually.

Plus if they do tell the others about the nature of their relationship, there would be a lot of other questions. And Dorian isn’t sure he’s really ready for all that yet. ]

I don’t know. I think I just don’t feel like sharing you for a while.

[Smiling, Orym leans back to look at his husband's face. So sweet, so handsome. So Dorian. So his.]

If that's what you want, then that's what we'll do.

[Fortunately for them, their friends had other things keeping their attention.]

[ Glancing down at Orym, Dorian smiles and presses a gentle kiss to his forehead. ]

You sure that’s okay?

[ Dorian is used to keeping some things secret, but he doesn’t want to do anything that would make Orym uncomfortable. ]

We have other things to worry about.

[He shruged.] I'm okay with keeping this to ourselves. We can announce it when the time's right after everything settles down.

[He wiggled again.] Okay, I want off your dick so I can kiss you properly.

[He's grinning when he says it. He doesn't mind the height difference, but he really does want to kiss his husband now.]

[ With a smile, Dorian nodded. ] All right.

[ That got a snort of a laugh from him, and he slowly and carefully pulled out of his husband. ] Yes, sir.

[ Once he’d drawn out completely, he shifted enough to be able to capture Orym’s lips, his arm wrapping the smaller figure to hold him flush against his chest. ]

[Orym hummed into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Dorian's neck. He already misses having his husband inside of him, but he wanted to kiss him so badly.

His fault for being attracted to man almost twice as tall as he was.]

[ A small sound rose from Dorian’s throat, muffled between their lips, as he tilted his head and cradled the back of Orym’s to deepen the kiss. His other hand moved down to gently stroke at his husband’s hip. ]

Love you. Love you.

[He murmured the words over and over between kisses. He can never say them enough.]

[ Dorian hums against Orym’s lips, lightly nipping at the bottom one. ]

Love you too…so much.

You're my world, Dorian.

[He kissed him again, deeply, lovingly. Gods, he loved this man.]

You’re mine as well. Whatever happens from here…I’m glad I’ll be able to face it with you.

[This wasn't the first time an Enlarge spell had been used on him. It was, however, the first time one would last more than a minute, so while everyone was out shopping, he and his husband had snuck off to make the most of the spell while they had the chance.

The others had expressed him being 'normal' sized (though 6'6" was tall for a human, elf, and orc) felt weird. Chetney's ex, Deanna, had even said he excluded 'bro energy' while like this but had been cute at his normal size; he was very interested to see what Dorian thought of it.

He took off his shirt and looked at himself in the mirror of his and Dorian's inn room. Still the same muscle mass. He was not bulky, but he did feel a bit broader than usual.]

Well, what do you think?

[He turned to smile at his husband. Now he was taller. Only by five inches, but when he was usually two feet and four inches shorter, it was a fun, though thankfully temporary, change.]

[ It was difficult to describe how seeing Orym like this made him feel, as he sat on the bed in their room watching his husband. It wasn’t bad by any means, but it was a bit strange. He certainly didn’t mind Orym being taller, but it wasn’t just like he’d been stretched in height. He was more - the only word Dorian could think of was - proportional, somehow. A bit broader to accommodate his new height.

But still as handsome as ever. ]

I think… [ He slowly rose from the bed, taking a few steps to stand in front of his husband. ] I think I’m very glad that we’re married. Because I’m sure I would have embarrassed myself around you by now if we weren’t.

[Grinning, Oyrm leaned down and pressed his lips to Dorian's for a quick little kiss.]

I'm very glad we're married, too.

[He kissed his husband again, bringing his hand up to gently cup his husband's cheek before stepping back and beginning to undo his pants.]

I have to admit I'm curious about what happened down here. [He nodded at his pants.] Last time this spell was used on me, it only lasted a minute. And there wasn't anyone I wanted to explore this with.

[At his normal halfling size, he was a bit bigger than average for a halfling. He didn't expect it to be much different now, but Dorian would know better, being a 'medium-sized' creature.

He pushed his pants and small clothes down, and looked. It was proportional from this angle. He thought, anyway.]

[ Resting his hand over Orym’s, Dorian returned the kiss while he could, chasing after his husband’s lips when Orym pulled away. But he stepped back a bit as well as Orym began to undo his pants, admittedly also a bit curious about it.

Once all of Orym’s clothes were removed, Dorian glanced up at his husband’s face for a moment before taking his cock in his hand, gently holding the length as he felt the weight of it. ]

Hmm…it feels about the same thickness. [ He slowly ran his fingers down from the base to the tip in a light stroke. ] I think it’s longer now though.

[ It seemed the spell had made that proportional too. And he couldn’t help the way his cheeks flushed at the thought of having this longer cock inside of him. ]

[Orym sighed as Dorian took him in hand.]

It does look longer.

[So, it looked like the spell added some length but kept the same girth, more or less, compared to his body. Interesting.]

Feels a little more sensitive, too.

[He always had an eager dick, so it didn't surprise him he hardened quickly in his husband's hand, but it felt... more.]

Not that I mind. I always enjoyed you touching me.

[ Glancing up at Orym again - and how often does he get to say that? - he can’t help a little grin. ]

Well I certainly know some other things we could do.

[Orym grinned back.]

Well, I am hard. Might as well use it.

[ With a chuckle, Dorian took Orym’s hands in his as he stepped back towards the bed. ]

Exactly. Plus we only have an hour - less than now - so we should be quick.

I agree. And you're over dressed, Mr. Strom.

[He stepped closer, squeezing his husband's hands, and leaned down, down!, for a kiss.

It was strange, leaning down to kiss him with lips that were the same size as Dorian's. He couldn't get used to this; he did love himself and was fine with his size but for an hour? He could enjoy this for an hour.]

[ Dorian hums softly as he returns the kiss, lightly tugging on Orym’s hands as he sits on the bed. As he pulls his husband down when he lays back, he can’t help a small thrill that shoots through him as Orym’s new form covers over him.

As much as he enjoys his husband’s normal size, he also can’t help a sense of excitement at being the smaller one for a change, at being the one to be completely enveloped by the one he loves. ]

[Slowly, Orym kissed his way down Dorian's front, undoing his shirt as he did so, pushing it over Dorian's shoulders as he kissed his stomach, hands making swift work of his belt and front of his pants.]

Gods, I could spend hours doing this to you.

[ A soft sound rises from Dorian’s throat as his body curves towards Orym under the attention, his skin feeling like it’s burning where his husband touches him. ]

Mm…well, this at least we can do when you’re back to normal.

[ He shivers a little as Orym removes his pants, already pretty hard. ]

But our time right now is limited, and I want to feel you inside me.

True.

[He pulls Dorian's pants and small clothes down, head dipping down to lick that already hard cock as he pulls the garment off completely then tosses it to the ground.]

Spread your legs for me love.

[ Dorian’s breath hitches at the lick to his cock, sending a jolt of heat pulsing through him. With a shaky breath he does as he’s told, spreading his legs wider and exposing his already waiting hole to his husband, already fluttering in eager anticipation. ]

[Orym leaned down, pressing kisses to Dorian's thigh, then his balls, and then licked down to that waiting hole. Oh, Dorian was eager for it. He licked over the twitching ring of muscle, working spit onto his tongue to get it ready for him.

His tongue covered more of it now than it did when he was normal-sized.]

[ Dorian moaned softly, one hand reaching up to tangle in Orym’s hair as his husband’s lips brush over sensitive skin. Then he inhaled sharply and tugged at Orym’s hair as that tongue laps at his hole, the broad stroke covering more than it usually did. ]

Aaah…Orym…

[Orym hummed as his husband moaned, very pleased with himself for making Dorian feel good. He slid his hands up the backs of Dorian's thighs, spreading him out more, letting Orym bury his face between his cheeks as he began to really go at it.]

[ Dorian’s fingers tightened in Orym’s hair as his legs were spread further apart, a thrill rushing through him at being in such a vulnerable position for his husband. His breathing quickened as Orym done in deeper, whimpering as he was worked open. ]

Orym…Orym, please…

[He hears, and he obeys. He reached for the bottle of oil they had stashed away earlier, pouring some onto his finger and bringing it up to Dorian's hole, pushing in slowly as he kept licking at the tight ring of muscle.]

[ Dorian sucked in a sharp breath, not expecting the touch of both Orym’s finger and tongue at the same time. He groaned, his back arching slightly as he dug his heels into the bed, his body trembling as heat continued building inside him. ]

Oooh…!

That's it, my love.

[Orym pulls back a little, kissing and nipping at Dorian's inner thigh as he sinks his finger in deeper.]

You're doing so good for me.

[ The muscles in Dorian’s leg twitch at the nip, and he gasps as the finger slides in further, realizing in that moment that Orym’s fingers were also longer, and could reach deeper inside him as well. ]

Nnnngh…!

Gods, you're so beautiful like this.

[No matter the size he was, Dorian was gorgeous. All that blue skin is on display, and all his. All his.

He grinned, mischief sparking in his eyes as he leaned in and nipped the sensitive skin of his inner thigh as he pushed another finger.]

I know you're needy, but I've almost got you ready for me. Be patient for me, my love.

[ Dorian’s entire body twitched as his entrance was stretched wider, and the scrape of teeth sent a jolt of heat up his leg throughout the rest of his body. He groaned, his fingers tightening in Orym’s hair as his breath came out in short pants. ]

I-I’m trying, but… [ He glances down and gives his husband a shaky smile. ] Y-You…make it so hard to be patient.

I know. You make me impatient, too.

[He pushed his fingers in and out. Eyes fixed on how much more they stretched his husband out than normal.

He took a look at his cock, hard, leaking with anticipation. And thick. Dorian was right, but his length didn't change that much. Maybe an inch longer, it really was thicker. He didn't want to hurt Dorian with it.]

You're almost ready for me. I want to be careful with this thing.

[ A ragged moan was pulled from his throat as he felt his muscles yield to Orym’s fingers, thicker and longer than they had been. And it only made him more eager to feel how his husband’s cock would be inside him. ]

Please…Orym, please…

[He smiled, leaning in to lick at Dorian's hole a bit more.]

Okay, my love.

[He scoots up, putting the back of Dorian's knees on his shoulders, spreading oil on his cock and lining up it up his hole.]

Ready?

[ Dorian shivered at the wet warmth lapping at his hole one last time before Orym loomed over him. The question received a nod, wriggling his hips as much as he was able to as bent in half as he was. ]

Yes, I’m ready…please…

Okay.

[With a soft sigh, he pushed inside of his husband. He felt so much tighter than normal.]

Oh, fuck, Dorian.

[ Dorian gasped, his back arching off the bed as he felt every inch of his husband’s length sink into him. He was certainly right, it was longer - he could feel it touch deeper inside him than normal, and it sent a searing pulse of heat through his body

His legs tightened against Orym, as if trying to bring him even deeper. ]

Orym…

Dorian, Dorian, fuck.

[He's so tight. Is this what he felt like when Dorian fucked him? He hoped so because it felt good. He leaned forward, kissing his husband as he slid all the way in, moaning against Dorian's lips as he felt his balls touch skin.]

[ Dorian groaned as Orym leaned in to kiss him - partly because he’s folded even more in half, allowing his husband to sink even deeper into him, but also because they were able to kiss at all. Their height difference usually meant that if they were joined like this, they couldn’t quite reach each other to kiss.

But now that they were closer in height, he was able to kiss his husband while being fucked, and it sent a rush of heat throughout his entire body. He pulled Orym closer, kissing him eagerly as his muscles tightened around his cock. ]

[Orym never cared too much that he couldn't kiss his husband during their lovemaking. If they were facing each other, he was in the perfect position to suck on Dorian's nipples, and he really, really liked doing that.

But kissing him like this was very nice. He lifted his hands to run through Dorian's mane of hair, kissing him deeper as he began to roll his hips.]

[ A soft sound rose from Dorian’s throat, muffled between their lips. He leaned into Orym’s touch, even as he gripped the sheets beneath him as his husband began to move. ]

Nnnngh…

I'm not going to last long.

[He felt too good. It was like having sex with Dorian for the first time again. Rediscovering everything.]

[ A shudder ran through his body at that, and he used his legs on Orym’s shoulder to pull him closer. ]

D-Don’t hold back. I want you to fill me up.

[He began to thrust harder into Dorian, moaning softly between kisses.]

I will, promise.

[He was almost there. Everything was hot and pooling in his groin.]

Dorian

[ Dorian moaned against Orym’s lips as he kissed him desperately, his body curving into the one above him as best as he could when the thrusts grew sharper, the thick length pounding even deeper inside him. Each one sent a jolt of electricity through his veins, building the heat ever hotter inside him. ]

Orym…

[ He was barely able to form his husband’s name before he suddenly came, the pressure exploding out of him suddenly with a keening cry. His body tightened against Orym, the muscles clenching around his husband’s cock as ropes of his own release striped their stomachs. ]

[The moment Dorian came, Orym did too, burying his face in his husband's neck as he filled his husband up with his seed.

Then he slumped atop him, panting hard and laughing softly.]

That was like our first time all over again.

[ Dorian shuddered again as he felt the heat flowing into him, adding more fuel to his own fire. As Orym settled over him, he couldn’t help a whimper from escaping as he was still folded in half.

His heart still racing in his chest, he managed a breathless laugh of his own. ]

It was…certainly a new experience, yes.

Crap, sorry.

[He slowly slides out of his husband, lowers his legs, and then slumps back on top of him.]

We should have time left for another round as soon as I catch my breath. Do you want me to take you in another position, or do you want to take me?

[ With a soft sound in his throat as he’s straightened out, Dorian wrapped his arms around Orym when his husband settled on top of him. ]

Hmm…Well honestly, I’m all for you taking me again. Might as well take advantage of your size while we can.

[ Glancing down at Orym, he smiled and gentle cupped his husband’s cheek. ] But I can also take you, if you’d prefer. I want you to feel good too.

Hmm. Well, I do want do you want to do you doggy. If I'm quick and don't get you to cum, you can finish in me.

[He pressed his lips to Dorian's cheek, then checked the clock.]

We've got enough time for all that, but after that we'll be cutting it close.

[ Following Orym’s gaze towards the clock, Dorian nodded, the turned back to Orym with a smile. ]

Sounds good to me. It would probably be better if you were inside me in case we go over time anyway.

[Humming in agreement, Oyrm kissed Dorian softly, licking against his lips, seeking entrance.]

[ Smiling against his lips, Dorian eagerly returns the kiss, his lips parting easily to allow his husband in. ]

[Orym moans softly as he slides his tongue into his husband's mouth. He gave him a long kiss, then pulled back, smiling softly at him. Then scooted back to the foot of the bed.]

Alright, hands and knees for me, love.

[ A moan was pulled from Dorian’s throat as well, as his tongue slide over Orym’s and he could fully taste his husband. He tried to chase after him when Orym pulled away, and the words were a bit slow to register.

Eventually though he managed to move, slowly rolling over onto his stomach before pushing himself up on his hands and knees. Glancing at Orym over his shoulder, he grinned a little and wiggled his hips, giving his husband a good view of his exposed entrance, still open and wet from earlier. ]

[Once Dorian's in position, he only takes a beat to admire the view of that perfect ass with his cum leaking out.

Then he's behind him, cock in hand, slowly pressing it back into Dorian's body. He wished he had more time to look, but they had about a half hour or so left, and he wanted to make it count.]

Dorian, fuck.

[ Dorian can’t help but groan as Orym slid back inside him, the muscles of his channel easily yielding to his husband’s stiff cock. He rocked his hips back, trying to take him inside as fast and as deep as possible. ]

A-Aah…Orym…

[Taking hold of his husband's hips, Orym began to fuck hard into his husband. He always enjoyed 'sloppy seconds.' He knew it was perverse, but the sound and feel of fucking Dorian while filled with his own cum was just fun.]

Dorian, fuck!

[ The wet, obscene sounds of Orym fucking into him while he was already full of his husband’s spend sent shivers down Dorian’s back, and he moaned as his husband pounded into him. His body was perfectly pliant, rocking back into his husband and taking him as deep as he could go. ]

Nnnngh…! Orym…

That's it, Love, take it.

[Dorian's body took his cock so easily, so eagerly. And he was just as eager and easy to give Dorian all the pleasure he could. When he was smaller, it was easy to hit Dorian's prostate. With his temporarily larger member, guiding it was a little harder. But there was more power behind each thrust.]

You're doing so good, my good boy.

[ Even though it didn’t hit his prostate every time, it did still brush over it now and again, and the added force behind each thrust left Dorian a moan, whimpering mess. His back arched as the pleasure rocked through him, and his fingers clawed the ground as he struggled to stay upright under the powerful thrusts. ]

You close?

[Orym leaned forward, licking the shell of his husband's ear then nipping the lobe.]

Don't hold back. I'm close too.

[ Dorian’s breath hitched, the little nip to his ear sending a shiver down his spine. The words seemed to be all the permission he needed, and with a sharp moan he tumbled over the edge, clenching right around his husband and spilling himself onto the sheets as he came. ]

Good boy.

[Orym's thrusts become faster, harder, as he rushes towards his second orgasm.] Fuck. Dorian.

A-Aaah…Orym…

[ Dorian couldn't help the soft whine, the continued thrust of his husband’s length only adding to waves of pleasure crashing over him, pushing him closer to overstimulation. ]

Dorian, Dorian.

[A few more hard thrusts, and Orym's burying his face in Dorian's neck and slamming in one last time as he begins to cum inside of him.]

Fuck!

[ Dorian sucked in a sharp breath as he felt the wet warmth flooding into him, adding to the pleasant heat still coursing through him.

With another soft sound in his throat, he turned his head to gently nuzzle against Orym’s as best as he could. ]

[Orym kissed Dorian's neck between pants and then nuzzled back against him.]

I love you so much.

[He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his husband's lips.]

[ Shivering at the little kisses brushed over his skin, Dorian hummed softly as he returned the kiss to his husband’s lips. ]

I love you too…so much.

[ He wanted to stay like this for a while longer, but he knew they were coming up on the spell ending soon. ]

Mmm..

[He felt himself began to shrink.]

Time's up.

[In a blink, he was his normal size. It was interesting to feel his husband adjust to his smaller size.]

[ It was definitely a strange sensation, feeling his husband shrink against and inside him. With Orym back to regular size, he couldn’t reach him in their current positions, so he slowly pulled off his husband’s cock in order to turn around and gather the halfling into his arms. ]

How do you feel?

Like I had some of the best sex of my life.

[He yawned.] Maybe a bit tired. Don't usually feel this tired after the Enlarge spell wears off, but that just might be the sex.

[ Dorian hums softly with a smile, kissing Orym’s brow. ]

Should we just call it a night then?

[ He has wanted to take Orym and finish inside him, but he was also feeling a bit tired. He didn’t think he could get it back up again anyway. ]

[He hummed in respose.]

Yeah, take a little nap, and then we can go again since we're not doing anything until morning.

[ With a nod, Dorian cradled Orym in his arms and carefully got to his feet, wincing a bit at the dull ache growing in his lower body. That was certainly new, but unsurprising given his husband’s temporary size.

Still, he had no complaints as he carried Orym to their bed, setting the halfling down and arranging him to lie comfortably before slipping in behind him to spoon. ]

You are quite amazing, love, you know that?

[Now Dorian knows how Orym feels when he's on the receiving end of sex. It's worth it, though. Always.]

So are you, Dorian Storm.

[He rests his head on Dorian's arm, face against his chest, tucked under his chin.]

So are you.

[ With a fond smile, Dorian kissed the top of Orym’s head. Then with a content sigh, he closed his eyes, the rhythm of his husband’s heartbeat against his lulling him to sleep. ]

[Snuggling in further, Orym sighed, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep, safe and secure in his husband's arms.]

[It'd been a long few years- made even longer with fending off the semi-regular invasion of evil magical aliens- but all the girls have managed to graduate their last year of college, and were celebrating by heading out to a nice club, complete with a dance floor and a live DJ. As Makoto sipped on her hibiscus margarita, she eyed the dance floor... and the gorgeous people around it, especially the men.

A few years to dull the awkwardness of adolescence and her rejection by Nichougi-sempai and to spend with an amazing support structure like the girls have helped with her old insecurities, but sometimes they still lingered, and not being able to date much in between college courses and saving the world hasn't exactly improved her love life. (Not to mention more than a few close calls with handsome men only using her to further some evil plot.) The idea of just going up to a random guy and asking for a dance was still nerve-wracking, but... at least she felt plenty confident dancing on her own these days. And who knows, maybe she'd be lucky to catch someone's eye, especially in her new dress.

So after one more sip of her drink, she tells the girls she's going to hit the dance floor, and just in time for a bouncy number, just lively enough for her to warm up.

But... as she's dancing, something catches her eye on the outskirts of the room. Not just that one of the people involved is a GORGEOUS man, but... something doesn't seem right...]

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[ At first, nothing seemed to be wrong. While the group had encountered a random plant creature while traveling, it had been taken care of pretty quickly. Though not before it had managed to spray Dorian with some kind of noxious cloud, thought the bard had insisted he was fine. And it seemed he was for a while, though as they continued their journey he had started looking a bit flushed, a bit feverish, and out of breath.

By the time they'd reached a town Dorian was looking more worse for wear, and had all but collapsed into bed once they'd managed to rent a few rooms. And despite trying some healing, nothing really seemed to help much. Even with the help of a healer they found in town, all that could be said was to wait it out and see if the symptoms worked their way through him.

And so that was what Dorian was currently doing, as he lay in bed with what seemed to be a bad fever. His cheeks still flushed and his breathing heavy, what sleep he was trying to get was interrupted as he tossed and turned, unable to really get comfortable. ]

[Carrying a bowl of cool water, Orym carefully opened the door, gently shut it behind him, and padded over to the bed. He set the bowl on the bedside drawers and then hopped onto the bed, reaching up to gently cup his husband's cheeks.]

Are you feeling any better?

[He didn't look like he was. Orym bit his lips, looking over him.]

Are there any new symptoms?

[ With a pained whimper, Dorian turned into his husband’s touch almost desperately, his breath hitching slightly. He felt like he was on fire, his skin burning and oddly sensitive.

But the question got a breathless sort of laugh, as he shifted uncomfortably under the sheets. ]

A-Actually, I… I-I think so. I-It’s… not one I expected, though.

[ Because more and more, he was starting to feel an all-too familiar ache between his legs, and it was getting more difficult to ignore. ]

[While he was letting Dorian get some rest earlier, Fearne had told him about a certain kind of plant the thing they encountered had reminded her of, but it seemed so far-fetched. And why would a beast be here and not the feywild?

...But the way he was shifting... it wasn't unlike when his husband was horny and needy.]

What is it, Dorian?

[ His cheeks flush, and not entirely due to the fever this time. ]

I-It’s… a bit embarrassing, but…

[ Pushing the blanket off him, he turns to lie on his back, making the growing bulge in his crotch much more obvious. ]

[Orym blinked as he watched Dorian lift up his blanket.

He was familiar enough with male anatomy to know an erection when he saw one. And he was intimately familiar with Dorian's. They made love as often as they could, after all.]

Ah. Fearne was talking about sex pollen earlier. I thought she was just being Fearne.

[He smiled softly, shaking his head in disbelief before leaning down to press a kiss to Dorian's cheek]

Shall I play doctor then, my love?

[ Dorian blinked, then groaned as he falls back against the bed. ]

Seriously? Of all the creatures to run into…

[ He shuddered at the brush of his husband’s lips on his skin, even the light touch sending more heat pooling into his groin. He groaned again, everything making him feel too sensitive and turned on. ]

Please, Orym… everything hurts.

[Orym couldn't help but laugh softly at his husband's groan.]

It's our lot in life to run into odd circumstances.

[He leaned back, removed his shirt and tossed it aside before leaning back down.]

Sit up for me. I'll help you with your shirt.

[ He pouted at Orym, but the expression turned into a wince as he sat up, hissing under his breath as the drag of cloth and fabric tingled across his skin.

Despite the overall hilarity of the situation, his body did feel overstimulation and overwhelmed, and the heat in his cock was almost unbearable. ]

You're adorable.

[That pout was too cute for him not to appreciate it and tease his husband some.

Once he had gotten Dorian's shirt off, he leaned down, pressing kisses to Dorian's heated flesh.] Tell me what you need. Do you want me to start with my mouth?

[ Dorian’s breath hitched, his body trembling at even just the light kisses to his skin. He groaned, pulling Orym into his lap and rutting against him desperately. ]

Y-Yes… please, Orym…

[Smiling, Orym ground his hips back, his husband's arousal making him hard as well, harder to feel in his britches, but it was there. He reached down, undoing his pants and shoving them off so he was in his small clothes, then began to kiss his way down Dorian's body.]

[ Dorian groaned as their hips ground against each other, his hands holding his husband’s hips to press his aching arousal more into the other man. He could barely force himself to let go to let Orym remove his clothes, and when his husband began kissing down his body he shuddered, his head falling back against his shoulders with a low moan. ]

[When he got to his husband's groin, he kissed Dorian's straining cock through his small clothes, curling his fingers into the waistband and pulling them down.

The moment his husband's cock was freed, Orym took the head to his mouth, tongue licking the head as he gently sucked on it.]

[ Dorian’s fingers tangled in the sheets underneath him, his entire body tense even as he lifted his hips to help his husband remove his small clothes. His breathing was already ragged, his cock jumping at the kiss before he groaned as his husband took him into his mouth, and he seemed to be struggling not to thrust into him. ]

[He looked up as he pushed his tongue between glans and foreskin, eyes worried as he worked his tongue against the sensitive skin. Dorian always looked amazing in his eyes, but he couldn't help but worry this wouldn't help.

But he hoped it did, and it wouldn't be too hard to find out if an orgasm helped or not. He wrapped his hand around the shaft of his husband's prick, pulling back his foreskin, and sunk his head to take as much as he could.]

[ A sharp moan rose from his throat, his cock twitching in his husband’s mouth and hand, the attention sending sparks of heat throughout his already-warm body.

He reached up with one hand, tangling his fingers in Orym’s hair, his body trembling with the effort not to just fuck the halfling’s mouth. ]

O-Orym… please…

[ He didn’t even know what he was begging for, other than that he needed more, more, more… ]

[Orym moaned. He always liked his husband's hand in his hair. He sucked hard on the cock in his mouth, bobbing up and down, focusing on making his husband feel good, to get him to cum. He figured that was what his husband needed.

He hummed around Dorian's cock, his free hand coming up to play with his balls, playing with them, stroking the skin just behind them.]

[ Dorian shuddered, his body arching to lightly thrust a bit deeper into his husband’s mouth, the wet warmth surrounding his heated flesh soothing despite the way the rest of him felt like he was burning up.

His climax hit him a bit suddenly, unexpectedly, and he gave a surprised cry as his seed spilled into his husband’s mouth. But despite the orgasm he remained hard - almost painfully so - and he groaned again. ]

N-Nnnngh…

[He swallowed down Dorian's seed with relish. He always enjoyed Dorian's taste.

Once he had swallowed down the load, he pulled off, licking the still-hard member to make sure it was clean.]

Do you feel any better?

[He kept pumping his fist, knowing he'd have to make sure his husband came several times before he'd be completely cured of the sex pollen.]

[ Taking a rattling breath, Dorian swallows the lump in his throat even as he thrusts up into Orym’s hand. ]

A… A-A little, I think. B-But it… it’s not enough…

[Orym smiled and pressed a kiss to Dorian's shaft.]

Well, I'll be sure to give as much as you need.

[He gave the cock in his hand a long, slow lick.] Do you want my mouth some more, do you want something else? My ass? My cock?

[ His breath hitched at the brush of lips, and his fingers tighten in Orym’s hair at the drag of that tongue. ]

N-Nnnngh… a-all of it… all of you… please…

Luckily, I'm willing and able to do all those things for you.

[Okay. So, the plan was to get Orym to cum as many times as possible until he was freed from the pollen's influence. Not a labor of love if there ever was one.]

Give me one second.

[He crawls upwards, discarding his underwear as he goes, sits on Dorian's chest, and reaches into the bedside drawer where he put the oil they used for lubricant.] I think taking you would be the first.

[He coats his fingers with oil and lifts up to give Dorian a show of him fingering himself for him.]

[ In the back of his mind, he knew how lucky he was to have Orym, that his husband was so willing to help him in his desperation for something that was, admittedly, a bit silly. And a part of him worried that he might hurt Orym, just from how long it might take to clear whatever was in his system.

But it was difficult to think about all that with a handsome halfling perched on his chest, lithe and graceful, opening himself in preparation for him to fuck him. He groaned in appreciation, his hands resting on Orym’s thighs just to touch, massaging the firm muscles there. ]

[Any loving spouse should do this in Orym's mind. Plus, it's hardly a hardship to make love to the person you love.

He sighed as he slid a finger into himself, enjoying Dorian's hands on him.]

Don't worry, I'll be quick, my love.

[ Dorian can’t help the noise that rises in the back of his throat as he watches his husband’s finger disappear into his channel, his cock and balls aching to fill him up himself. ]

Gods, Orym…

[Orym can't help but grin at the noise Dorian made. He added a second finger and scooted down his husband's body, straddling his groin. He poured some of the oil onto his cock. He set the oil aside, removed his fingers from his hole, then began to stroke him, making sure the oil was spread all over his cock.]

Ready?

[He pulled Dorian's cock up and aimed the head at his hole and began to slide down onto it.]

[ Dorian gasped as Orym moved lower, and he couldn’t help grinding his hips up to his husband’s. He shudders as the oil is poured over his cock, the cool slick substance doing nothing to ease his heated length, and he thrusted up into Orym’s hand as the halfing spread the oil over. ]

Nnnnngh… y-yes, Orym, please…!

[ He gave a feverish moan when Orym finally began sinking down onto his length, but his body once again moved on its own as his hips rocked up to bury himself into his husband faster. ]

[Orym sighed as he took Dorian all the way. He took Dorian's hands and put them on his hips.]

If you need to go faster, do it. You know I can take it.

[He had the stamina for it.]

Use me, Dorian. You know I like it rough sometimes.

[ Dorian bit his bottom lip, as if debating on how rough he wanted - or needed - to be. Then, bracing his husband against him, he rolled to flip them over, pinning Orym to the bed, easily enveloping him.

Even so, he hesitated, despite the near feverish tremble in his body, as he cupped Orym’s cheek. ]

I-If it starts to hurt, you tell me. All right?

[ A part of him worried that, even then, he’d be too far gone to stop. But he would try for Orym, no matter what his body was doing. ]

I promise.

[He looked up, smiling.]

I love you, and I trust you. I can handle anything you need, Dorian.

[ Despite the heat coursing through him, threatening to completely burn him up, Dorian’s smile softened at his husband’s reassurance. ]

I love you too.

[ Then, despite the awkward angle, he curved down to kiss Orym, gently at first, but it quickly turned hungry as he let the heat surge through him.

After another long moment he experimentally rolled his hips, trying to find a comfortable position. Resting his hands on Orym’s thighs, he rocked his hips in a quick rhythm, burying himself deeply inside his husband’s channel with each powerful thrust. ]

[Orym moaned softly, clutching the sheets as Dorian fucked him.

Dorian, fuck.

[He's going to feel this in the morning. It was never bad, but with the pollen, who knew how long it'd take to run its course?

Still, it was hard to complain when he felt good getting railed by his beautiful husband.]

[ Dorian groaned, half in appreciation for the velvet warmth of his husband’s channel, but also half impatiently as it didn’t feel like enough yet.

Hooking his hands under Orym’s knees, he bent his husband’s legs to press them against his chest, folding the halfling in half to bury himself even deeper into him. Then he pounded heavily into him, snapping his hips and grinding against Orym each time their bodies met. ]

[Dorian watched, enjoying the way Dorian's face looked so close to orgasm already. Usually, they were neck and neck when it came to their pleasure, so it was nice to see his husband falling apart like this.]

Fuck, you feel good.

[He ran his hands up and down Dorian's forearms]

Harder. Fuck me, Dorian. Fuck me hard.

[ A shiver ran down Dorian’s spine, despite feeling hotter than ever, and he couldn’t help but comply, pounding even harder into his husband until he hit his peak. His fingers tightened around Orym’s thighs, hard enough to bruise, as he spilled white hot seed into his husband.

Still, as he slumped over Orym a bit with ragged breathing, he remained hard inside his husband’s body, not able to completely relax as heat still churned inside him. ]

[He moaned as his husband filled him. His cock throbbed in sympathy with Dorian's.]

Mmmm, that felt good.

[He nuzzled against Dorian's chest, squeezing playfully around him.] You're still hard. Still feeling hot?

[ Dorian sucked in a breath as the muscles squeezed his cock. ]

Y-Yeah… that helped a bit, but…

[ Well, obviously he wasn’t in the clear just yet. ]

I'm glad.

[He smiled sweetly at Dorian as he squeezed down on him again]

I'm good to go when you are.

[ Dorian stifled a groan, cupping Orym’s cheek again. ]

Y-You’re sure? It’s not too much?

Well, I haven't cum yet.

[He patted his husband's face, smiling teasingly.]

I'm good to go. Wanna see if you can make me cum with you?

[ A low growl rose from his throat as Dorian grinned, bearing a bit more of his weight on Orym. ]

You’re on.

[ Then he thrust again, this time slower to feel the drag of his cock along Orym’s walls. ]

Oh fuck.

[His eyes rolled back as the slow thrusts started. Dorian's cock hitting his prostate.]

Dorian

[ Dorian smirked, his own heat rising again as he struck the sensitive spot in Orym with each thrust. ]

Does that feel good, love?

[ He forced himself to keep the steady pace, wanting his husband to feel good after their earlier round. ]

Yeah, it feels amazing.

[He moaned.]

Dorian. Dorian. Dorian.

[ Dorian groaned as Orym chanted his name, a jolt of electricity surging through him. ]

Good… I want you to feel good. I want you to know how you always make me feel.

[ A sharper thrust into Orym to drive his point home. ]

Ah!

[Orym's back arches as that hard thrust was a direct hit to his prostate, his cock throbbed and spat out precum.]

Dorian, you always make me feel good.

[He grabbed his husband's arm, squeezed.] But right now, I need more.

[ Dorian was more than happy to oblige, continuing the heavy thrusting in and out of his husband, making sure to hit that same spot every time. He could feel himself getting close again, but he made sure to hold off until Orym came first. ]

Fuck, fuck.

[When he cums, it's a bit of a surprise to him. It hits him all at once, that sudden wave of pleasure crashing down on him. He paints his stomach with white streaks.]

Please. Don't stop.

[It was a prostate orgasm, he can cum again if Dorian's still able to go.]

[ Part of Dorian wants to protest, not wanting to overwhelm Orym. But he’s a bit too far gone to really stop anyway, so he continues pounding into his husband, his rhythm becoming erratic as he chases his pleasure, feeling the heat building until it once again boils over.

With a sharp cry he spills into Orym, his vision going white as the the heat and ecstasy floods through his overstimulated body. ]

[Orym lets out a keening sound as he's filled by Dorian again. He feels so full.

He pants, looks up at his husband, and reaches for his cheek.]

How are you doing?

[ Breathing heavily, Dorian leaned into Orym’s hand, turning to press a light kiss to his pulse. ]

A-A little better. I think it’s getting less intense.

[ Even saying so, though, he was still hard inside Orym. Not quite as hard as before, but there was definitely still a ways to go. ]

Take me as many times as you need.

[He leans up, and pressed a kiss to Dorian's chest, next to his nipple, before taking the little blue nub into his mouth, and sucking on it.]

[ Dorian’s breath hitches, a soft whine rising from his throat as he arched into touch. ]

Y-You’re sure? W-We don’t know how much longer this might go…

I'm sure, Dorian. It's not the first time we've spent a day in bed.

[He takes the other nipple into his mouth, free hand toying with the now wet one.]

I-I suppose… but it’s never been this much so quickly either.

[ Despite his reservations, though, he can’t help as his hips give shallow thrust into his husband once again. ]

[Orym sighed, eyes fluttering shut as he continued to suck on Dorian's chest, answering that shallow thrust by squeezing down on his husband's cock.]

[ Dorian shuddered, the combined sensations of the constricting muscles around his cock and the lips on his chest sending more heat flooding through his body. But it was the warmth that filled his heart, more powerful than the frantic lust of the pollen, that had him pressing kisses to Orym’s face. ]

Gods, I love you.

I love you, too.

[He kissed Dorian back, peppering kisses wherever his lips landed.]

So much, Dorian.

[ With a soft groan, Dorian lets himself thrust deeper into Orym, and fortunately he doesn’t feel as desperate now, so he’s able to set up a steady pace of rocking in and out of his husband. ]

[It feels like Dorian's starting to come down from the high, for lack of a better word, from the sex pollen; not out of the woods yet, but it didn't seem like he would die from it.

He hooked his knees over Dorian's hips, squeezed them, and clung to his husband's torso, letting out a little moan.]

[ Dorian matched it with a moan of his own as Orym pressed himself closer, feeling every bit of his husband’s small frame against his sensitive skin.

And yet he couldn’t help wrapping his arms around him, pulling him even tighter to him, as he continued rocking in and out of the silken warmth of his husband’s tight passage. ]

You feel so good, Orym.

So do you, fuck.

[He moaned and tightened his hold on his husband, moaning against his skin as his cock came back to life, pocking Dorian in the stomach.]

[ Feeling Orym harden against him, Dorian slipped a hand between them and wrapped his fingers around his husband’s cock, stroking his length in time with his thrusts. ]

You’ve been so good to me, Orym, so good for me. Do you want to come?

Want yours more, but I wouldn't say no.

[He really, really enjoyed being filled up, no matter how much of mess they made.]

Oh don’t you worry about that, you’ll get mine. [ That was just a forgone conclusion at this point. ] But I want to see you come too.

[ He rubbed his palm along the slit of Orym’s cock, gathering the bead of precome there, before returning to stroking the entire length. ]

[Orym let out a tiny whining moan, letting go of Dorian's torso to lie on the bed and give Dorian more room to stroke him.]

Guess fair is fair.

[ Dorian chuckled, his voice rough with gravel as he stroked and thrust into his husband. ]

It’s because I love see you so overcome with pleasure… I like knowing that I can make you feel that way.

[ He snapped his hips a bit sharper, searching for that sensitive spot in Orym once again. ]

I like seeing you let loose.

Oh, Fuck.

[And that sharp thrust hit his sweet spot, Orym's back arched and his cock throbbed.]

More like that. Fuck, Dorian, please.

[ With a grin, Dorian was more than happy to oblige, angling his hips so he would hit that spot every time, his hand pumping Orym’s shaft faster to match the increasing pace of his thrusts. ]

Come for me, love. Let me see you.

Ah!

[And he came for the second time that day, back arching the most it could as he moaned loudly.]

[ Dorian shuddered, feeling the muscles clench around him as the climax tore through his husband. But he stroked him through it, milking the seed from his cock as he continued to rock into him, pushing him to the edge of sensation.

Then with a sharp groan, his buried deep into Orym as he came once, filling up his husband once again. ]

Orym…!

[Orym let out another moan as he was filled. He put a hand on his belly.]

I'm going to be so stuffed.

[It was tease, most of Dorian's seed had already leaked out. They were going to have get new bedding before they went to bed.]

[ Dorian chuckled, his voice a bit hoarse and faint after coming so many times. But still riding the latest high of this orgasm, he rested his hand over Orym’s on his stomach. ]

Mm… I like knowing you’re so full of me, though. Knowing that you’re mine.

And you're mine, Dorian Storm.

[He lets out content sigh.]

Having you in me is one of my favorite things.

[ He still felt a bit hard, but it wasn’t burning as it had before, so Dorian carefully shifted them so they could lie together without pulling out of his husband, cuddling close to him to let them both catch their breaths. ]

I love being inside you as well. Feeling connected to you, it’s the best feeling.

It is the best. Two becoming one. Husband and husband.

[He shifts, getting comfortable in this new position.]

Heart and body as one.

[ Dorian hummed softly in agreement, though couldn’t help laughing after another moment. ]

Though it would be a little better without the sex pollen, I think.

True, but I'm not complaining. Sex isn't a chore with you, even if I'm going to feel it in the morning.

[ Dorian hums, pressing light kisses to Orym’s head. ]

I can heal you, if you need it.

It's nothing I can't handle.

[He hummed and snuggled in closer.]

But if we have to fight tomorrow, I might need a quick pick-me-up.

[ He chuckled, wrapping his arms around Orym to hold him close. ]

Easy enough to do.

Good.

[He shifts a bit.]

You're still hard.

[ A soft sound rose from Dorian’s throat. ]

A little bit, yeah. Not as bad as before though, so I wouldn’t mind taking a breather.

[ They should probably drink some water to replenish liquids too. ]

[Most of that liquid leaking from Orym.]

Good idea. And I could use a drink as well.

Mm… that would probably be a good idea.

[ Except he didn’t feel like getting up. And he didn’t want to make Orym move either, after all that. ]

[Neither does he. But he is thirsty.]

Okay, let me up. The water's probably lukewarm, but it'll be okay to replenish our fluids. You need it more since you put a lot of it in me.

[ Dorian whined in protest, but otherwise didn’t argue as he shifted back, hissing softly as his cock slipped free out of his husband.

Then he turned onto his back, breathing out a deep sigh as he lay there, limbs spread out and cock still half hard and flushed. ]

[Orym couldn't help but whine a bit when Dorian's cock slid out of him. He crawled over to the nightstand, butt towards Dorian so his husband could see how much seed he had left inside of him, poured two glasses, handed one to Dorian, and took a drink himself as he looked over his Dorian with a fond look.]

[ Dorian watched Orym, his mouth going a bit dry seeing his husband’s hole dripping with his seed, his cock twitching with interest once again.

But he ignored the rising heat for now as he accepted the glass from Orym with a soft thanks, giving his husband a small smile before downing the water in the glass in one go. ]

[Orym smiled back.]

Enjoying the view?

[He turns, more seed running down his thighs.]

I have to say, I'm enjoying the feeling.

[ Dorian tried not to choke on his water as he watched the cum trickling down his thighs. ]

I always enjoy the view with you, love.

Yeah, this is the first time I've had so much.

[He takes another drink, then leans down to kiss his husband's cheek.]

Let me have the glass; I think you could use some more water.

[ With a soft sound, he turns his head to catch Orym’s lips with his own in a light kiss before handing the glass back to him. ]

[Orym sighed happily and kissed him back as he took the glass back. He sat up, filled Dorian's glass again, and handed it back to Dorian.]

Looks like the fever is gone. But...

[He looked at his husband's dick.]

That does look a little eager still.

[ He took the glass and sipped at it a bit slower this time.

Following Orym’s gaze, he snorted into his glass before setting it aside. ]

I think it might finally be the last of it. Or at least, I hope so.

Aww, too bad.

[It's a tease; he's very glad Dorian seems to be cured of the pollen's effects.

He settles down against his husband, head on Dorian's chest.]

Finish the water.

[ With another chuckle, he carded his fingers through Orym’s hair with his free hand. ]

Yes, sir.

[ Said just as teasingly, as he did as told and finished the rest of his glass. ]

Good boy.

[He snuggles in, humming happily at the contact.]

[ With a grin, Dorian finished the water in his cup before stretching over Orym to put the glass on the bedside table, not wanting to let go of his husband for a moment.

Then he settled back down onto the bed, wrapping his arms around Orym again and holding him close. ]

[Orym didn't want to be let go either. He clung to Dorian like a limpet.]

I'm glad you're better. I love you, Dorian.

A lot of that is thanks to you, Orym. I love you too.

[Tonight, Taryon and Dorian have once again ended on a couch: the human on his back and the genasi on top. From below, Dorian's multi-colored hair acts as a curtain that blocks everything but his face, and Taryon is eager to fall under the spell of his handsomeness. His own shirt is partially unbuttoned, and at this point, he's considering removing Dorian's tunic.

Lost in his eyes, he thinks back to a fantasy he had weeks ago while watching Dorian in battle, using his voice and music to push monsters away.]

I, uh...had this idea for a while. [He attempts to glance away, but his view of the room is obscured by Dorian's hair. There is no option but to gaze at his face.] About your magic.

[ Dorian pauses a moment to look down at the other man curiously, the words catching his interest. ]

Oh? What did you have in mind?

[There will be scenarios that won't work out. Taryon is fine with that, they're friends. Both of them are figuring out their own preferences and boundaries, but this feels like it delves into dangerous territory.

He releases a puff of air he hadn't realized he'd been holding in.] I want to preface this by saying that I trust you, and I know you won't hurt me or use it in horrible ways with strangers, but...you bardic types have ways to...let's say influence people to do things, right? I've never had it happen to me before, I don't know what it's like, but maybe...you know.

[ Dorian blinks, a bit surprised by what Tary is implying. ]

You mean, like… Charm Person?

Yeah, that spell. [He is aware of more powerful command spells, but 1) that's a bit extreme to mention up front, and 2) Dorian would be more informed if that could seriously hurt him. It's like starting with pinning down a guy before moving into cock cages and tight bindings.]

So...you tell me what to do, and I do it. Or you do whatever to me. It's what you said about giving control to someone else making it fun. And I wouldn't mind if it was you. [He plays with the hem of Dorian's tunic.] If you're up for it, of course. You don't have to act like the villain, if it helps. Sorry - it's just something I was curious about. Just a fancy, hah.

[ Dorian hums a soft note in the thought. ]

That is an interesting idea. I’ve never used it for something like this before. It wouldn’t give me total control of you, really, it would just make you more amenable to suggestions.

But I wouldn’t mind giving it a try if you’re really sure.

Oh. [No, he will NOT be disappointed, but...] Well, the important part is that you're telling me what to do. I can still pretend I have not choice but to submit.

[He lowers his hands.]

So, do you want to try right now? Get me to bed, or stay here and...you know, whatever you'd like. [He pauses.] Just don't stick anything in me. For now.

[ Another hum, and Dorian lowers himself down to steal a quick kiss. ]

The bed would be more comfortable. And I think it’d be more fun if you didn’t know when I was going to use the spell, so I’ll hold off on it for now.

Really? [Taryon Darrington, brave warrior, has yet to fully understand what it means to be submissive. He needs more practice.

After a petulant pout, he smiles.]

Alright. Are we going to continue this, or are you thinking of doing something else before the fun starts?

[ Sliding off the couch, Dorian holds his hand out to Tary to help him up. ]

I have a few ideas, but let’s see how we feel when we get upstairs.

Also, are you planning on resisting the spell? Just so I know what to expect.

[He grabs Dorian's hand and pulls himself up.]

Can it still work, if I try? [With his abysmal wisdom, it would be difficult to resist.] How about I try to resist the first time, and if it fails, I'll let it happen the next time?

It’s possible even if you resist, but that works.

[ Then, with his most charming smile, he bows a bit at the waist as he holds out his hand again. ]

Shall we head upstairs then?

[Taryon reaches his hand for Dorian's, but stops when he thinks otherwise. It's fun to play coy early on.

He moves both of his hands behind his back.] I suppose we can. Let's take a leisurely walk to the second floor.

[ Though he raises a curious brow, he says nothing as he drops his hand, the smile never leaving his face. ]

After you, fair sir.

[With a grin, Taryon bounces on the balls of his feet once before marching towards the stairs with his arms swinging. He's the image of a gentleman without a care in the world, simply heading upstairs with no plans, no sir!

He sneaks a glance back at Dorian as he passes him.] Thank you, good sir.

[He knows where this will end up. The exciting part is how soon it will happen.]

[ With a smile, Dorian nods his head as the other man passes him, and he follows him up the stairs. ]

I hope you don’t mind extending our time together. I find that I am quite enjoying your company.

Oh? Are you wishing to stay a bit longer in my abode?

[He pauses on the stairs for a second to peek at Dorian from over the shoulder, then continues onward. The spell could be cast at any moment, and Taryon has never experienced being hit by an enchantment. He must remain alert even as they walk.]

Only if you don’t mind. [ As he reaches the top of the stairs with Tary, he brushes his hand along the other man’s arm. ]

I could certainly make it worth your while.

[ The words are spoken in a low, purposefully seductive tone, as he tries to cast his spell on the other man. ]

[Perhaps it's not the actual spell being cast, but Taryon feels something electric course through his body from the spot where their bodies meet. Dorian's skin is smooth, just like his voice, although the latter reaches deeper inside Taryon.

It's like he naturally can charm anyone, even without the use of magic.

He smiles at the hand on his arm.] I don't think I would.

[ Dorian can feel that the spell doesn’t exactly take, but he smiles anyway with another nod. ]

I’m glad for that, then. Even a moment longer in your company would give me such joy.

[Taryon wonders if this seduction was the spell for a moment. It would have been effective if he wasn't keeping an eye out for it. Unless that was all a trick and Dorian wants him to lower his guard...]

I would gladly give you my company, at the very least. Maybe a chance to sit down, chat a bit about work, share a glass of wine? You are my guest, you can take whatever you need.

Mm, that does sound quite nice. You certainly know how to treat your guests.

[ He decides to wait another moment before trying the spell again. Now that Tary knows what it feels like, he’ll know when he uses it on him once more. So now the fun was waiting for a good time to use it. ]

See, there's so much we can do to pass the time. How about going through some books and coming up with songs based on the characters and themes? Or talking about...I don't know, our adventures? Normal stuff.

[As opposed to bedroom stuff. Although talking about his hobbies (and himself) is an easy way to distract him other important issues.]

[ Dorian taps his chin in thought. He’s spent enough time by now to know how to distract the other man. ]

Hmm, now that is intriguing. Tell me, if you had a character that you wanted to write a song about, who would your first pick be?

Hm. [Who does he go with? Kasara the White Wizard? Coran the Barbarian? One of the noble families involved in the fictionalized retelling of a distant Wildemountian war? Taryon stops in the middle of the hallway and turns to face Dorian, stroking his goatee.]

I'm thinking... Have you read Escape from Brave Mountain? I know, it's for young boys, but I was thinking about the themes of running from danger versus staying and helping. What if we came up with a serious analysis of the story, make it more...I don't know, not edgy, but deeper?

I see. Give it a more adult flair, then? That should be interesting.

I might need a touch up on the story, do you have any of the books?

It'll be a mature retelling. But not with...that sort of adult themes.

[He doesn't want to think about a porn parody of his childhood favorites.]

I have a copy in my room. Original printing run.

No, of course not, nothing like that.

Is that so? That’s impressive.

Oh, good.

I bought it when it was super popular. Well, more like my servant bought it for me, but I was told by the shopkeeper that it was a good book.

I see. Judging from how you’ve kept it for so long, I’d say that shopkeeper was telling the truth.

He certainly was. My mother also read it and loves it.

[He smiles - Mariya may not have had much time with her son when he was young, but nowadays, she's doing all she can to learn about his hobbies.]

You know. Her birthday is coming up. I think a song would be a perfect gift for her.

[ Dorian’s expression softens a bit. ] I’d be glad to help you with that.

[ Even outside of their play scene, he couldn’t refuse helping his friend create a present for his mother’s birthday. ]

[Taryon wanders over to his bookcase, which houses collections of adventure novels for the young and old. His collection has been disorganized lately, as he's not the only reader in the house anymore, but he finds the old book in question and sets it on his dresser.]

Our source material.

[ As he reaches for the book, he considers a moment trying the spell again, but decides to wait on it for now if they were really going to try writing a song for Taryon’s mother. The scene can wait for a moment. ]

[Taryon turns to face Dorian. This scene had started out as a mock conversation between some nobleman and a bard, but now he's found a genuine topic that could derail the entire night.

Some ideas should be written first.] Doty! Doty, take this down: brainstorming a song about Escape from Brave Mountain. One, focus on the elderly wizard. Two, a retelling of the entire story in verse? Three, Dorian, what's the best poetic meter for this?

[ Dorian hums in thought as he retrieves his lute. ]

Hmm… that really depends. Many epics tend to use a dactyl, but perhaps we can play around with the words to see what fits best.

Dactyl. Doty, make a note to research poems that use that. Where was I? Four, go through some rhymes. Let's see...escape...escape...Should we go with character names? No, no, too simple. Hm.

[He taps his chin. The possibilities are endless, but poetry has a structure he must follow, unlike prose fiction.]

Doty, that's all. I need to think on this more.

[ While Taryon thinks of a rhyme, Dorian strums a few notes on his lute. ]

How much time do we have before her birthday?

A little over two weeks. Can you cook up a decent tune that quickly?

[ Dorian grins a little, strumming a chord on his lute. ]

Wouldn’t be the first time.

[ Taking the book, he holds it back to Tary. ]

Though it would help if you maybe summarized the most important parts.

Oh, that's easy. I can read the entire thing in a day if I'm not interrupted!

[Which is unlikely now that he has an actual job. He takes the books and holds it dearly to his chest.]

I could even start now if you wanted.

[ Not exactly the turn he expected this to take, but honestly Dorian didn’t mind taking a bit to help a friend with something nice for his mother.

Besides, it will make when he actually uses the spell again a bit more unexpected, and that could be fun. ]

Sure, let’s do it.

Now? Right now?

[He glances at the empty bed, then at the desk chair. Dorian could be genuinely interested, even if the writing wasn't refined.]

I'll read the opening, then. It'll give you a feel for the style. [He drops onto the seat and pries the book open to the first page.]

Ahem. "It had been three years since Elias had seen his sister. He remembered every detail of the day that she disappeared, including the way the cat was lying on its back when his mother came into his room to tell him that she had gone missing."

[The chapter goes on to set up a mysterious setting and a mountain across the kingdom that was rumored to be cursed. It's obvious that the titular mountain is going to be connected to everything the protagonist has questions about, but to a 12 year old, it's clever.]

[ He doesn’t mind putting their game on hold for a while, since this was pretty important.

Pulling out a small notebook he used for songwriting, Dorian takes a few notes as Taryon read the chapter, jotting down a few ideas for lyrics and themes that could work.

Once he feels he has enough he could work with, he nods and closes the notebook. ]

That should be enough for a start, at least. Give me some time and I’ll let you know what I come up with.

[He looks up from the text, but Taryon keeps the book open. Now that he's gotten started, the nostalgia has taken hold.]

Just ask if you have questions about the plot. There are a few twists and turns you'd want to keep in mind.

[And he resumes reading the next paragraph. It's a little longer until the actual end of the chapter.]

[ Dorian chuckles softly, putting his notebook away. ]

Perhaps just a summary would work. Or maybe you could make note of the important sections for me?

Good idea.

[He grabs a bookmark from his desk and inserts it before shutting the book. Before he can continue, he has to set up a system for note-taking: a sheet of paper with every character listed and a table where Taryon will include descriptions and pages with key information. He's done this before with longer books. His nerd powers have been honed for such tasks.]

[ With another smile, Dorian strums a few experimental chords on his lute, trying to find a fitting sound for the ideas tumbling around in his head.

And he lets Tary work for a little while, letting the other man get distracted a bit longer before he tries to the spell again. ]

[This man knows how to take notes about fictional events. He makes a note on the spare parchment when he finds a line to feed to Dorian, then continues on with the story, recalling how much fun he had when he first read the book and imagining his mother's delight upon discovering this.

He's an easily distracted man. He tells himself he'll take a break and focus on Dorian, but the prose is simple to digest, and he just thinks...maybe one more page...]

[ He lets Tary work for a bit, but eventually Dorian starts to feel the familiar itch of wanting to do more. So rising to his feet, he places a hand on the other man's shoulder as he calls the familiar magic of the Charm Person spell to his fingertips. ]

You've been working so diligently for a while. I think you deserve a little break right about now, don't you?

[The spell takes some time to take hold. Taryon is laser-focused on his project and the initial contact of Dorian's fingers on his shoulder only makes him more alert.

But, as his soft, melodic voice asks him for a break, Taryon recalls why they even entered his bedroom...

And his hand immediately sets the quill in its stand and his shoulders relax. It all makes sense. He can't speed through the novel in one afternoon, so why not rest and get back to it at gull creative power. Taryon turns around in the chair to look around Dorian.]

I can't argue with that. There's nothing wrong with a short break. What do you suggest?

[ Once the spell takes hold, Dorian smiles and takes Tary’s hands, gently coaxing him to stand and lead him back to the bed. ]

Well, how about we start by getting a bit more… comfortable?

[Taryon does not even question Dorian's intentions when he reaches for his hand and heads to the bed. It's not like they have to hold hands all the time, but it simply feels that following along with Dorian is the right thing to do.]

Hm. I think I see where you're going with this. [Bed, the hand on his back, that smile. The idea that this wouldn't be Taryon's typical idea of taking a break from writing doesn't cross his mind.]

Well, you’ve always been quite clever.

[ He guides Tary to sit on the edge of the bed, then leans close and fingers the collar of his shirt. ]

Let me loosen this for you. It’s a bit warm, after all. Don’t you think?

Mm-hm. [He sits, as he has no reason to protest. They've done this before, and he trusts Dorian to figure out where to go from here. The idea of sitting passively while Dorian undresses him settles deep in his brain, and he watches the blue fingers with eagerness.] Be careful with the fabric. Some of the folds are sewn in.

Don’t worry, I’ve got it. [ Dorian is no stranger to complicate dressing material, and while he doesn’t think a ripped shirt counts as anything harmful enough to break the enchantment, he won’t take any chances.

So he takes his time, being careful to open up the other man’s shirt, before he invites himself into Taryon’s lap to pepper light kisses along his neck and combing his fingers through the tufts of hair along his exposed chest. ]

[Taryon's body responds to Dorian like any other time they start canoodling. His exposed chest heats up as it's revealed, and he's regained a newfound patience while every button is undone. Then, with Dorian taking the lead, he holds him not to his chest, but to support him while he toys with it.

Dorian is rewarded with an angled neck that leaves it wide open to be kissed. Everything is going as the universe wills it, Taryon's heat says, and if he's also enjoying this, there is no reason to question the direction he is given.]

[ Smiling against the other man’s skin, Dorian continues trailing kisses down his neck, lightly nipping every once in a while. He’s careful not to bite too hard, not sure if that could be enough to break the enchantment either, but he also knows enough of what Tary likes that probably wouldn’t be considered harmful.

Still combing his fingers through Tary’s chest hair, he then trails his hands along his sides, taking hold of the hem of his shirt to gently lift it up and over his head. ]

[Taryon hums with the light nibbles along his neck, and his face grows too warm for his shirt. He raises his arms to help Dorian remove it, knowing how badly he also wants to touch the rest of him.

When he's free, he rests a hand over the one on his chest.] This never gets old. [He nudges Dorian's fingers to dig into his hair. One benefit of sleeping together is that he has learned that hairy chests are one of the most seductive features in existence, and Taryon ought to take pride in the attention.]

[ Dorian grins, his nails lightly scraping over skin as his finger dig into Tary’s chest hair. As someone lacking in that department, he can’t deny just how sexy it is.

With his hand on Tary’s chest, though, it’s easy to put a bit more pressure, guiding him to lie back on the bed. ]

[Taryon groans as the nails scratch at his skin, missing his nipples by a narrow inch. He wants more of him to be touched, more to be done to address the fire that's been started.

And Dorian has the answer: that same hand pushes him backward, and Taryon falls onto his back with his arms splayed out. After a small bounce, he opens his eyes and smiles.]

[ He takes a moment to appreciate the image of Tary laying back on the bed, before leaning over him to steal kiss. Then his hands slip lower, deftly unfastening the ties of his pants to slide them down his hips. ]

[Taryon is easy to keep still in his suggestable state, and he accepts the kiss with lingering longing for more. He arches into Dorian's hand as it travels down his torso and undoes his pants. There's a reward for him in the form of a bulge in his underwear waiting for more.]

You know, I've always admired how great you are with your hands. [As he was thinking about how amazing it was to have Dorian take care of everything with those clever, strong fingers.]

[ Glancing up at him, Dorian grins as he palms Tary through his small clothes, feeling the heat of his hardening cock under the fabric. ]

Thank you. [ Hooking his thumbs in the bad of his underwear, Dorian slowly drags it down to free his erection. ] But you know, as a bard, my tongue is a greater weapon.

[ Leaning in a bit closer, he swipes his tongue across the slit. ]

Hah-! [Taryon gasps when the wet tongue touches his recently-freed pleasure point. He had been dreaming of having Dorian's hands on him, but now? Yes, he'll go with that mouth.

His hands clench in response, still laid on the bedsheets.]

[ With a grin, Dorian continues lowering his pants and underthings down hips and legs, and tossing them aside once they’re removed. Then he settles between Tary’s legs, gently spreading them open further as he leans over him, licking the tip of his cock again.

Retrieving a familiar vial from his pocket, he then pours some oil in his hand, making sure his fingers are well coated. Then he lowers himself again, his clean hand holding Tary’s stiff length as he peppers kisses along it, while brushing an oiled fingertip at his entrance at the same time. ]

[Where Taryon would usually grip Dorian's hair while he kissed his cock, here, on his back, with the bard doing most of the work, he finds that he enjoys this new position. There's no need to worry about Dorian being fast enough; he keeps kissing him, licking him, and holding him as it hardens and twitches.

His moans are quiet, and he mutters Dorian's name each time he reaches the tip.] It's good, oh gods, Dorian...

[ Smiling to himself, Dorian continues the careful attention until the other man is fully hard. Then he takes the tip between his lips at the same time he wiggles the tip of his finger past Tary’s entrance. ]

[Taryon quivers woth his next gasp. Dorian is greeted with a drop of precum from the tip, and Taryon slides his arms downward. It's becoming too much to handle without having something to grip.

His entrance briefly clenches when the first finger enters, followed by Taryon nudging his legs further.]

[ Dorian swipes his tongue across the slit again, lapping at the drop of precome, before taking more of the cock into his mouth, sinking his finger into the velvet heat of Tary’s channel at the same time. ]

A-ah... [The combined work of the tongue on his hard cock and the finger inside of him pulls louder moans from Taryon's throat.] Dorian, ah...

[There's a certain sense of helplessness when he's being fingered that Taryon adores, but he's unable to do anything but raise his head and, through lidded eyes, watch the dark head of hair descend closer to the base of his cock.]

[ Dorian glances up, and even from his position he can see Taryon watching him. So he hums, the sound vibrating around the shaft in his mouth, before taking him even deeper, stilling the breath in his chest to take him all the way to the base while curling his finger even deeper inside him. ]

[Taryon groans with the vibrations, and as he's about to drift off into a partial daydream - the head pressing against the back of Dorian's throat, the hot mouth coaxing his length to throb, and the intake of breath that tells him that he'll be in there for a while - but Dorian's finger curls against his prostate, and he drops onto the bed as the shock hits him.]

Ah! [For a moment, the loss of his thoughts threaten to bypass the charm spell. In the end, Taryon wants this, he loves the rare moments he gets to be penetrated, and above all, he loves going along with this setup they silently agreed upon.] Oh, shit, oh my god. Please.

[ Dorian grins around the thick length in his mouth, dragging his tongue along the underside of it as he draws his head back the same time he pulls his finger out to his the tip. Then he sinks back in and down, thrusting his finger into Tary’s channel at the same rhythm that he bobs his head up and down his length.

He keeps a steady pace, but at some point as he draws his finger out, he adds a second finger on the way back in, scissoring them to stretch the muscles open a bit more. ]

Oh...oh...

[Taryon does not hold back his moans. Dorian's tongue feels heavenly no matter what it does, and perhaps it's thanks to the spell that suggested that he find happiness in doing as Dorian says. Whatever the reason, his cock continues to leak droplets with every few thrust. Penetrating a mouth while his hole is being penetrated.

The second finger sends another shockwave up his sides that has him shuddering.] Ah, yeah, please... [Should he beg? It almost feels uncharacteristic of him, but he doesn't want this to end, either. While one hand grips the bedsheets, the other arm drapes over his eyes.] Don't stop. Please don't stop, I need more!

[ Dorian continues his attention on the other man, licking and sucking his cock as his fingers work him open. Eventually he adds a third finger to stretch him even more.

Drawing completely off Tary’s length, he swipes his tongue across his slit again before looking up at him, his fingers still curled inside his passage. ]

Tell me what you want. Do you want to come in my mouth? Or would you prefer to come while I’m inside you?

Aaaah! [The stretch sets him on fire. It's almost too much, with how close he's getting and Dorian continuing to work on him as vigorously as before.

The question gives him only two options: one gives him pause, but the other feels acceptable.] Mouth. I want your mouth. I want to come in you. [The most important part is finishing, nothing else matters.]

[ Dorian grins with a nod. ] As you wish.

[ Then he descends on him again, taking the entire length into his mouth in one go, sucking hard as his fingers once again search for his prostate. ]

[Taryon arches his back and moans the moment his flushed hardness touches Dorian's lips once again. It's an insult to him, personally, that each suck isn't draining him of his seed, and his impatience for his impeding climax is expressed through whimpered moans and his hips rocking into Dorian's fingers.

Once the fingers reach his prostate, he gets louder. Rubbing his sweet spot does the magic of speeding up his body, and in a matter of seconds, Taryon explodes in Dorian's mouth. His final cry is one of relief as he clenches around the three fingers curled inside of him before his body loses all tension.]

[ Dorian gently works him through the orgasm, massaging his walls as he swallows his seed, making sure not to spill a drop.

When he feels the cock soften, he carefully licks it clean before drawing back and withdrawing his fingers, licking his lips as he gazes down at the man with a small smile. ]

You did so well.

[Taryon's moans are softer as he rides the rest of his orgasm, with Dorian cleaning him so diligently. When his cock softens, his licks tickle him more than stimulate him, and he stifles a giggle by humming.

Both of his hands move onto his stomach. He's sweating, his legs are spread out wide, but he feels he's never been more relaxed.]

Hmm. [He closes his eyes like a pleased cat. He was very good, wasn't he? Dorian is right.] That was wonderful.

[ He gently strokes the inside of Tary’s thigh with his clean hand while the other man comes down from his high. ]

I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. Do you think you could handle a little more?

[ He isn’t sure if overstimulation counts as being harmful, or even if the spell is still active. But even with the spell he won’t force Tary to do anything he was uncomfortable with. ]

Mmm. [He runs his fingers through his hair while he calms down. Coming just once was incredible, and if Dorian suggested they try again, he would go along without complaint. However, with the question, he has to turn inward and consider how he feels. Dorian looks pretty handsome in the moment, especially knowing what his mouth was doing just minutes earlier.]

Maybe. [It's not an enthusiastic yes, even if it's not a flat-out no.]

[ Dorian smiles, and with a nod he sits back a bit. ]

We’ll give it a bit of time and see how we’re feeling later then?

[ His own cock was still semi-hard, but he didn’t mind taking a break if Tary needed it. ]

[Taryon closes his eyes and lies back. He was told to wait and see, and that's what he'll do.

A few minutes pass. Without having to deal with come sticking to his stomach, the recovery is easy and comforting. He could fall asleep like this. However, with his mind clearing, it also breaks out of the enchantment that was cast on him.

Taryon lifts his hand from his head and blinks a few times, as if he were just waking up. He had heard about people breaking out of charm spells and knowing something was off, but he didn't know just how weird it felt to look back at the past several minutes and realize that he wasn't entirely in his right mind, despite recalling everything with perfect clarity.

And yet, despite his confused expression, he's not upset about it.] Huh. [He glances at Dorian.] That was interesting. But good! But...wow.

[ Dorian watches, intrigued, as Tary starts to come out of the spell. Admittedly he’d never seen this part of it before, having made sure to be far away when the spell wears off so the affected wouldn’t turn on him once the spell ended.

But then he grins a little. ] I know it wasn’t quite what you were hoping for, but I’m glad you enjoyed it.

No, but I liked it. [He reaches for Dorian's forearm and grips it to steady himself.] It's kind of terrifying in retrospect, honestly. You could've done a lot to me and I wouldn't have fought back. But you didn't.

[A heavy sigh.] It's not weird if I said that's kind of sexy?

[ Dorian chuckles softly. ] Not weird at all. Though I admit, a lot of the things I didn’t do was because I wasn’t sure if it would break the enchantment or not. I figured starting gently at first would be safest.

...Yeah, good call there. [He can feel some remnants of the stretch in his hole.] I think if you want to be inside of me next time, I should get ready beforehand. I don't know, it sounds a bit, well, scary.

[Even if Dorian says the spell won't force Taryon to do anything dangerous, that's a level of helplessness Tary isn't ready to experience.]

[ Dorian nods in understanding. ] I’ll keep that in mind, if we wanted to try this again.

Are we thinking of calling it there, then? [ With the enchantment ended, the mood isn’t quite the same, and he can always take care of himself later. He doesn’t know how much the other man would want to continue after having been charmed, not sure if Tary would want to take some time to process that. ]

[Taryon glances between Dorian's legs. It's nice that Dorian wanted to help with Tary's new kink, but it feels awkward to let him just leave in his state.]

You can stay with me, just a bit longer. [He pushes himself onto his elbows. Even though he's satisfied with one orgasm, he's not ready to move on with his day.]

[ With a grateful nod, Dorian sits back to let Taryon up, and maybe shifting a bit to try and cover his own arousal. Despite the many times they’ve shared a bed by now, he doesn’t want the other man to feel obligated that he finish too. ]

[Taryon sits up and pulls both sides of his open shirt over his torso, not buttoning it, but giving him some sense of being dressed. His lower half is as naked as before, but the fold of the shirt fabric covers just enough of his junk that he can pretend otherwise.]

Hm. [He stares at the floor before him, still processing what happened. It's similar to the time when Dorian had him pinned to his workbench and tortured him until he begged to come, but Taryon couldn't think of arguing back while charmed. What if he wanted to stop? Did the enchantment truly drop if he was too uncomfortable?

Dorian is a saint to treat him so gently.] I...uh...I think I could use a hug. Just for a moment. [Taryon loves cuddling, and he figures that will get him to relax.]

[ The request surprises him a little, but with a smile Dorian scoots closer, more than happy to oblige as he wraps his arms around the other man and pulls him closer, gently combing his fingers through Tary’s hair as he lets his head rest against his shoulder. ]

[Taryon is enveloped in strong, warm arms that tell him without words that he is safe and everything is alright. While the past hour was exhilarating, he likes the reassurance that the part is over.]

...Note for the future: go cuddle whoever you do this to. [He says, assuming plenty of other people want to explore this.] Now I know see they say aftercare is so important with these things.

[ Dorian feels his cheeks flush a little. ] I’ll keep that in mind, thanks.

[ Not that he expected to do anything like this with someone else soon, but it’s good to know for the future. ]

Right. It certainly helps.

[Taryon lies against Dorian with his eyes closed as he allows his mind to wander and slow down. After a couple of minutes, he worked out how he feels about this setup.]

I wouldn't mind trying it again.

[ Still combing his fingers through Tary's hair, Dorian pulls back just a bit to look at the other man's face. ]

Yeah?

Yeah. But while keeping things on the gentle side. [He angles his head back to better face Dorian.] It's worth exploring.

[ Dorian nods. ]

That’s certainly doable. Would be willing to try taking me if we do it again?

[He sighs heavily.]

I honestly have no idea.

...Unless you cast it after you're inside, maybe.

[ Dorian hums thoughtfully. ]

But if I’m already inside you, there wouldn’t be much of a point to cast the spell, would there?

Is that how it works?

[He pulls away from Dorian, adjusts himself, and sits to face him.]

What about you stretch me first so I'm completely ready? I just feel like there's a huge risk that I won't be able to say if it's too much.

[ Dorian nods a little. ] Sure, we can do that. I suppose the spell would just help you relax a bit more.

[He angles his head to the side and thinks.]

That tracks. [It's easy to convince him with that argument.]

[ With a chuckle, Dorian sits back a bit and stretches his arms over his head. ]

So how’re you feeling? What should we do now?

Not ready for another round. Once was enough. Unless you need me help you out.

[He rapidly raises and lowers his eyebrows, attempting to seduce when he's not in a seductive mood.]

[ Dorian laughs a little and shakes his head. ]

No, I think I’m all right, but thank you.

[ He’s already begun to soften by now anyway, so they didn’t really need to do anything.

[At least he tried.]

Fine. But I'll make up it up to you next time. [He pushes himself back up and scoots to the edge of the bed before shoving off the bed so he can stand. The stretching wasn't all that bad since Dorian only used his fingers, but there remains a small, dull ache that will disappear by morning.] Anyway, I've got to wash up and get back to work. You're free to stay if you need to.

Thanks.

[ He was grateful for that, since he didn’t feel like going anywhere after they do these things anyway. ]

Would it be all right if I took a bath?

Your home is my home. [He holds out his arms as if he were a butler directing his master.]

[ With a soft chuckle, Dorian slides out of bed and gets to his feet, nice again stretching his body. ]

Thank you.

[ The life of a bard was as exotic as it was thrilling. Dorian had heard plenty of stories about how bards are like; charismatic, engaging, and alluring. Traveling from place to place, telling stories and showing people a good time. He has always longed for the excitement of it all, which is why he had left home to pursue adventure of his own.

But the satisfying part was what worried him. As much as he admired bards in the stories he’s heard, he had been a bit sheltered in his home to have gotten much experience with that side of things. And while he had played in a few places here and there, he’d managed to escape from most encounters without too much more than people expecting kisses or feeling him up a bit.

But now he was actually booked for a gig at a nice tavern. The show had turned out pretty well, which he was glad for, and the audience seemed to be enjoying his songs. But now that his performance was done, and some stage hands were bringing out a chaise lounge on stage for him, he remembers the other obligation that he has to fulfill for the tavern’s patrons.

To entertain them by letting them come up and use his body as they please. ]

[Kion had heard plenty about the culture surrounding bards. Another thing that just made the world at large something new and exotic as he learned more in his adventures. And while he had been curious, he'd never really thrown his hat into the proverbial ring when it came to performances- he'd seen how things seemed to go, didn't mind the idea of it, but the bards he'd seen to this point hadn't really seemed to catch his eye in that way. He might flirt with a couple, or offer a sweet kiss in passing, but otherwise was content.

This bard however had him positively enamored. Unable to help how he perked as he watched the genasi perform. Enough so that when the waitress brought around the basket he thought nothing of putting in the token he'd been given. A way to keep things orderly in nicer taverns- anyone interested in a particular bard put their marker in and everyone was given their turn in the order drawn.

Kion couldn't help but be pleased though, when his was the first pulled, setting his drink down and moving towards the stage, offering Dorian a warm, crooked little smile.]

You really are quite the musician. [The elf perches on the chaise, giving a knee an inviting pat. There's no rush here, no matter how the other patrons might be hoping he's quick on the draw.]

[ Dorian is glad that this would at least be one at a time, but he’s still nervous given that everything would still be happening onstage, for everyone to see.

He doesn’t have time to really dwell on it though when the first patron approaches and sits on the lounge with him; with the way he’s laid across the chair, he pulls his legs up a bit to give the elf more room. Then he sits up a bit, trying for a flirty smile but still feeling a bit anxious. ]

Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed the show.

[Was... Dorian nervous? That was... actually kind of cute. Maybe he was new.

Which just made it better that this was a more orderly thing. He was sure some folks might agree to share, but Kion definitely preferred his time with someone to be more one-on-one generally. Even if they were in public. Not a new thing for him, so hopefully he could help put the pretty genasi at ease.]

Come here... up on my lap for the moment, hm? [It would put him in easy range of kisses to start things off, and maybe not facing the whole crowd at first might make this a bit easier on Dorian.] I'm Kion.

[ Dorian hesitates for just a moment, before sliding closer in order to slip into Kion’s lap.

And Kion will definitely feel the slight nervous tremble that runs through Dorian, even as he tries to hide it. ]

It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kion.

[The elf settles easily with the genasi there, an arm going around to help support him, fingers curling lightly against his hip, the other moving up to give a light stroke up the side of his face, thumb lightly tracing under an ear.]

You too... we'll just take this nice and easy, yeah? No rush, no pressure. [Just leaning in to offer a kiss, something warm and hopefully a bit soothing that might help give Dorian a nicer reason to shiver than from nerves.]

[ Dorian can’t help leaning into the touch, releasing a soft breath. ]

Y-Yeah… okay…

[ Tilting his chin up, he meets the kiss easily, having enough confidence for that at least. ]

[A good start, that. Kion let his fingers thread through silky ombre hair as the kiss was accepted, letting it linger, and deepen a bit before drawing back, just enough to speak to his pretty companion.]

Anything in particular you're wanting? A talented bard like you deserves to be spoiled, don't you think?

[ When the kiss break, Dorian’s eyes flutter open, but the question has him flushing a bit. ]

I… [ He hesitates for a moment, and when he finally answers his voice lowers, unheard by their audience. ]

I’ve always just… wanted the experience. I’ve never… done anything like this before, and I… just want to know what it’s like.

[That had a bit of heat sparking in Kion. How absolutely rare was it to be a bard's first? Especially one as lovely as Dorian was?]

Well, let's start simple, hm? [Even being shorter than Dorian, Kion was strong enough that it was easy enough to shift them, so the genasi was laid back against the lounge again, with the elf over him, his own weight propped against an arm as his other hand moved to slide along his lover's front, seeking the closures of his sleek performance wear. As he did, he lowered his head again to take another kiss, letting more heat and desire slip into it, letting Dorian get a little taste of what he'd stirred up as he was baring his chest to the open air.]

[ Dorian draws a sharp breath as the elf moves their positions easily, his heart skipping as Kion leans over him. He shivers at the touch of fingers over his skin, his lips parted as he’s kissed again, muffling a soft moan between them as his body curves up against the man over him. ]

You're so pretty...

[He lets his hand move under the shirt and jacket, calloused fingers sliding over his chest at that lovely arch, thumb running over a nipple before his touch was nudging the fabric off Dorian's shoulder in the process. And if his kisses were trailing a bit now, along the genasi's jaw towards an ear? Well surely that would be well-received.]

[ Dorian shivers a little, the little tweak to his nipple sending a shock of electricity through his body. And with his lips free, his moans are uninhibited now, as he tilts his head a bit to give Kion more room. ]

M-Mm… th-thank you… coming from someone so handsome… it’s quite a compliment.

[Kion's chuckle washes warmly across the sensitive skin of Dorian's throat just below the join of jaw and ear at that response, continuing his touch and nudging the shirt and jacket more out of the way in the process.]

That was a lovely sound you made... makes me wonder if I can get you singing all for me if I keep this up?

[ Another soft sound rises from his throat, another shiver traveling through his spine. It’s followed by a throaty chuckle, his own hands resting on Kion’s shoulders. ]

I suppose there’s only one way to find out, hmm?

[That earns a laugh from Kion, eyes dancing with amusement as he draws back enough to meet the pretty bard's gaze, lips quirking on a warm smile.]

That's the spirit~ [Hummed approvingly as he shifted down to start peppering kisses and teasing little nips down Dorian's chest, his hand drifting lower to start going for his trousers and belt.]

[ Dorian manages a smile, and as Kion begins to trail his lips down he lets his head fall back with another moan. Knowing that people were watching, feeling more hungry eyes on them, has his heart racing in his chest. He’s still a bit nervous, but there’s also something thrilling about others witnessing such an intimate moment.

He can see why bards enjoyed these sorts of things. ]

[It was something Kion had grown accustomed to, but he had to admit that in the moment, those eyes on them added something to the moment, knowing that he had the most desirable man in the room under his attentions.

Was it a bit rude to be a little possessive? Probably, but in the moment, he couldn't help but indulge in the thought as he ran his tongue down Dorian's chest in a hot wet stripe even as calloused fingers were working their way into his trousers to palm him testingly.]

[ The trail of heat in his skin pulls another soft sound from him, sending another pulse of electricity pooling into his core. Then his breath hitches when the hand palms him, his cock jumping at the attention and sending blood rushing downwards, leaving him a little lightheaded as he rocks his hips up to lightly grind himself against that hand. ]

Oh... don't you just look lovely like this, being so sweet for me. [Kion's voice was low, full of pleased approval as he let his palm press lightly against that quickly-stiffening cock.]

Would you like to be under me, or on top, beautiful?

[ A low moan rumbles in his throat, as his cock twitches against the elf’s hand. ]

Mm… u-under, please…

[ Even with the thrill of watching eyes, being underneath someone would provide at least a little cover. ]

I can't complain...

[A faint, wry little smile as he moved up Dorian's body again, though his hand remained in his trousers, teasing him just a little as he peppered his throat, jaw, and lips with kisses.]

It's a bit unseemly but I can't help but like the idea of keeping you all to myself.

[He wouldn't of course, especially not in this situation, but it was a pretty fantasy all the same.]

[ Dorian moans, his head falling back to bare his throat to Kion’s attentions at the same time he rolls his hips, seeking more of the friction for his hardening arousal. ]

Nnnnngh… I wouldn’t… be opposed…

[ Even knowing he had a responsibility to the other patrons who had sought his attention, as was the custom, the thought of servicing all of them was still a touch overwhelming. ]

It must be your charm, I find myself utterly infatuated.

[Maybe he could convince the pretty bard to spend the evening with him once he was finished with his responsibilities. Even just the idea of being able to hoard the genasi for himself for a nice soothing bath and to cuddle up and sleep was enough, and certainly wouldn't be out of the realm of reason.

The thought just had him all the more convinced to ensure Dorian enjoyed himself, keeping his attention on his lover's erection even as he was taking advantage of that exposed throat to lavish it with teasing little nips and kisses. It wouldn't do for Dorian to finish too early after all, so he'd definitely be pulling his hand away gently if he got the sense that he was drawing too close to climax.]

Maybe once you've finished for the evening I can steal you away to pamper, hm?

[ Dorian whines as the hand draws away, his body arching to chase after the touch. But the words has his heart in his throat, though he tries to swallow around it in order to form words. ]

It might be a while…

[ He doesn’t know how many patrons will seek his attention after Kion, but it can go either way about how long it might take. ]

I can be patient. Just like you need to be now, can you do that for me, lovely?

[Kion's not rushing things, but he's also trying not to go too slow. It would almost be too cruel with Dorian's inexperience after all. So he busies himself in between kisses with sliding the bard's trousers off and away, shifting so he was between those pretty cobalt thighs.]

You've been so good for me so far, I know you can keep it up.

[ Dorian draws a sharp breath as his trousers are pulled away, now left completely naked on the chaise for all the patrons to see. Even though Kion settles between his legs, he knows that the audience is still getting quite a view of him laid out underneath the other man.

And that thought had his cock twitching once again.

The praise and request draw another soft whimper from him, and Dorian somehow manages a small nod. ]

M-Mm… all right.

[While Kion is indulging some selfish thoughts, he does have a mind towards the view- the arm bracing him isn't between Dorian and the crowd, leaving the bard on full display for all their position makes it seem a bit more intimate.]

I'll try not to take too long, never fear.

[Another, lingering kiss as a reward for the agreement, before the elf is reaching for the small vial of oil on the side-table that had been left within reach of the chaise with the various things one might need. He had to shift himself up again to drip some onto his fingers without spilling it everywhere, oil set aside once again as his hand slipped between Dorian's legs and down to the hidden entrance, where he teased it lightly with slicked fingertips.]

[ Dorian moans into the kiss, distracted enough with it not to notice the oil-covered hand until it reaches between his legs, and at the brush to his entrance he gasps a sharper sound, his legs spreading apart as much as he can on the chaise lounge. ]

[Kion can't help the spark of lust at the way that gasp echoes, free hand moving to catch one of those thighs, helping to support that spread even as his fingers continued that tease. Gentle tracing and pressing until he feels enough of a relaxation to feel comfortable pressing in with a calloused finger.]

That's it... just like that beautiful, you're doing so well.

[ Dorian shivers, the teasing circle around his rim adding to the heat building in his core. Then the finger presses in, and he moans rises as he feels the muscles stretch around the digit before squeezing it, sending another jolt of heat through him. ]

O-Ooooh…!

[ His moan fills the tavern, reverberating against the walls as the patrons echo in response to the scene before them. ]

[At least in a nicer tavern like this people were patient. More willing to consider the people ahead of them a sort of performance to enjoy as well, which worked both for Kion's enjoyment of taking his time, and for Dorian's potential nerves.

Though he seemed to be quite enjoying himself now, which had the elf smiling in a pleased manner as he gently pressed that finger in deeper in gentle little thrusts.]

[ More sounds rise from his throat as the finger sinks farther into him, the muscles somehow stretching around it while still squeezing it. A tremble runs through him, and his hips roll up as if trying to bring that finger deeper. ]

[Kion was absolutely entranced by watching Dorian's squirming, the way he trembled. The part of lips on those needy sounds as he was working his lover open with his finger, only gently adding a second when he was certain that it would be welcome rather than too much. The hand on his thigh slid up to his hip to help keep him steady for the moment though.]

You're doing so very well... does it feel nice? You certainly look like you're enjoying yourself.

[ Dorian gasps sharply when the second finger is added, stretching him even more. Then he groans, the sound chorused by the audience watching as he’s slowly prepared. ]

Nnnnngh… y-yes… i-it feels good… n-need more, please…

Oh aren't you just being so sweet for me, [The crowd's approval just makes it all the more pleasing, for all Kion's much more interested in the bard underneath him.]

I'll give you all you want, gorgeous. Just keep being so good for me, just like you're doing now.

[He doesn't want to torture Dorian after all, and he does have others to tend to. So he keeps that in mind as he paces himself in thrusting fingers into his lover, wanting to make sure he enjoys the process of preparation, gently scissoring his fingers once they're fully inside of him and he seems at ease enough.]

[ Dorian arches slightly off the chaise when the fingers work to spread him open, sending a ripple of heat coursing through his body. He grips Kion’s shoulders, clinging desperately as the ring of muscles is stretched, his cock starting to leak onto his stomach. ]

[Theo idly plucks and strums at his guitar in the late morning sun on the shore, waiting to see if Dorian will show up at their meeting spot today. It's hit or miss whether the merman can meet up with him, and now Theo knows why. Being a prince is probably busy work, but... that makes the time that Dorian shares with him even more special, makes his heart flutter more that Dorian chose him. Maybe he could put that into words, if this melody starting to flow out of him wanted to be built that way.]

[ Dorian actually was already at their meeting spot, though he was a bit farther away hidden due to the surprise he had for Theo. He had actually been considering it for a while, and while he had debated about whether he would actually do this, eventually he had gone to do it before he could change his mind. After that, it was just about practicing until he could manage to stay upright.

Which is why, seeing Theo waiting there for him, he might catch sight of Dorian along the beach, actually walking on a new pair of legs.

...utterly and completely naked. ]

[Oh hey, there's a tall, strapping man walking along the beach--

Wait. Is that his tall, strapping man? On legs? (And with something between them, but it's gonna take a while for Theo to register that beyond a blush.)

Theo leaps to his feet, only barely remembering to be gentle with his guitar as he sets it aside to sprint towards the figure!]

Dorian! [He barks out a laugh as he grabs Dorian by the shoulders, tilting his face up slightly since it turns out the merman's new legs put him a couple inches taller than Theo.] Oh my Goddess, I-- how?!

[ Dorian looks both pleased and a bit shy when Theo finds him, standing - standing! - before the human. ]

It's... a bit of a long story, but lets just say my family knows people.

[Theo chuckles as he reacheds a hand up to cup Dorian's cheek. He's glad that Dorian's here... and that it seems the merman didn't need to pay too high a price, he's heard at least one story of a mermaid trading her voice for legs.]

Well, I definitely need to thank them if I ever see them. You look...

[His eyes had begun to scan Dorian up and down and... then he realizes yes, the man he's holding close and loves very much is, in fact, without so much as a sailcloth to cover his glory, and Theo blushes deeply, rubbing the back of his burning neck.]

Uhhh yooouuu look incredible but we should prooobably get you some clothes before anyone sees.

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[ Dorian's smile softens, closing his eyes as he leans into Theo's touch. He had really worried and debated about this, but it was worth it getting to be here with the person he loves.

The mention of clothes has him blinking his eyes open again, though, and he looks at Theo curiously. ]

Oh yeah... I didn't really have a way to get any human clothes.

[ He's very unbothered by his nudity, but he knows that it's kind of a big deal for humans. ]

Yeah, I figured.

[He almost wants to say Dorian could've asked... but that would've spoiled the surprise, so he understands.

He tugs Dorian's hand towards Theo's little nook on the sand.]

Come on, I think I have some extra swim trunks you can borrow, and sandals.

[The last thing Dorian needs is to burn his new feet on hot sand or stone walking into town.]

[ Dorian follows Theo easily, though there is a bit of a wobble as he tries to keep up. He's still a bit new to walking, so occasionally he has to lean a bit on the other man in order to keep his balance. ]

[Theo welcomes the leaning. Heck, after the first couple wobbling steps, he catches Dorian's hand and loops the merman's arm around his shoulders, keeping their fingers laced with a tenderly cheeky smile, forcing himself to keep his gait nice and slow despite his excitement.

It's a short walk to Theo's little camp in the sand, Theo disentangles himself to search through his backpack.]

Let's see... ah, okay! [He hands Dorian a pair of navy blue swim trunks and sturdy brown sandals. Both have seen better days, but they should do until they reach the clothing store in town.] Might not be a bad idea to sit down to put those on.

[Because he's not sure if Dorian's quite ready for the elusive move of "standing on one leg".]

[ Glancing at Theo, he gives the man a grateful smile, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

Once they arrive at the designated place, Dorian can't help play a bit with the feeling of the sand between his toes - toes! - as Theo searches for something for him to wear.

And even though the clothes that Theo hands him are a bit worn, he holds them up in fascination. They somehow seem very much like Theo, though he couldn't explain why.

The suggestion has him laughing a bit. ] Ah... right...

[ He can't really fault that, though he does find a place to sit on since he's learned that sand in certain places does not feel so good. ]

[Thankfully, the blanket Theo had spread out is large, soft, and as free of sand as possible for a blanket on the beach. Theo tries to keep his eyes trained on Dorian's face as he dresses.]

I have so many questions, like... how long is this gonna last? Is it just today, or longer, or...?

[ The shorts are a bit of a struggle, mostly just trying to get one foot into each pantleg, but eventually he manages it and pulls up the shorts proudly.

He's working on the sandals when Theo asks that question, and he grins at him and gestures a new shell earring hanging from his ear. ]

As long as the magic is activated. Once I deactivate it, though, it takes 24 hours to recharge, no matter how long I've used it.

So... we have time?

[Goddess of Flowers, that one little word fills Theo with so much hope. That's always been the biggest strain on Dorian and Theo's relationship. When could the prince slip away? How long could he stay before someone noticed? But now... to have time...

Theo reaches up to gently cup the back of Dorian's neck, his thumb delicately, reverently brushing against the earring. His free hand drifts to the cockle-shell locket against his boyfriend's chest.]

I can't wait to show you everything...

[His voice is soft, thick with emotion as the raw, electric excitement melts into joy, and he pulls Dorian in for a tender, lingering kiss.]

[ With a soft smile, Dorian nods. ] I'll still have to return home at some point, but... yes, we have time.

[ It really is a thrilling thought. Even coming up to the surface to meet Theo had always carried a risk, of someone following him and catching him with the human. But now, here on land, they didn't have to worry about being found out, knowing that no one he knows would be able to follow.

Even for just a moment, he was allowed to be free.

He draws a soft breath as Theo's hand rests on the back of his neck, his own hands resting on his boyfriend's hips. ]

I can't wait to see it all.

[ He moves into Theo easily, happily returning the kiss. ]

[Theo takes in a slow, deep breath through his nose, drinking in Dorian's taste and scent, the feel of his skin and long hair and the heartbeat under that muscular chest and those long, dexterous fingers on his hips. It's so tempting to take the kiss longer, deeper, let loose all the restraint he's had for the sake of the prince not getting caught... but that would risk them getting caught by human eyes instead. (Or nasty sunburns.)

So after one last press, Theo eventually pulls away, dark eyes shining beneath half-closed lids.]

We um... we should get going. [And with a sigh, he pulls away and stands up, but offers the newly-human man a hand to stand up too.]

[ Honestly he wouldn't have minded staying here for a while, just enjoying his boyfriend's presence. But he would have to return home eventually, and he didn't want to waste anytime.

So with a nod, he smiles and takes Theo's hand to get to his feet. ]

[Once Theo's stuff is gathered up, he lends Dorian his shoulder again, guiding him up the sand and towards the large, rounded wooden steps leading up to the boardwalk leading into the cobblestone plaza.]

We'll be heading through there to get to the clothing store. Oh! And that big building with the thatched roof is the tavern; that's where I play music on the weekends!

[ Dorian leans against Theo gratefully, the soft sand shifting enough that it can be difficult to maintain his balance sometimes. But he listens as Theo points out a few places, an excited smile on his face. ]

Oh really? That must be fun.

Yeah, I... [Oh right, he almost forgot.] Iii actually have a gig there tonight.

[For a second he's conflicted... but then a smile spreads on his face, equal parts eager and tender.]

But you know... I don't think Frank would mind me playing some shorter sets, so I can spend a little more time with my mysterious long-distance boyfriend. If... you wanna come, that is?

[ Dorian's expression brightens for a moment. ] Yeah? I'd love to see you perform.

[ But then his smile fades a bit as he looks at Theo with a curious expression. ] Are you sure that's okay, though? It won't be a problem if you play a shorter set?

[Theo shakes his head.]

Nah, it should be fine as long as I give a heads up. Especially since this is the first time I've... ever really brought a date to a show. [He chuckles with a soft blush.] Should warn you though, Frank's wife Erika's queen of the gossip network here, so...

[Not that word wouldn't spread anyway... A new person in a small town will do that, especially since Theo's the town's only musician and has had a nearly nonexistent dating life.]

[ His cheeks flush a bit as well, even while he gives Theo a soft smile. ] Will that be okay? All the gossip that will follow if we show up together?

[ It won't really bother him, since he'll be in and out anyway. But he wouldn't want it to disrupt Theo's life. ]

[Theo shakes his head readily.]

I think I can roll with "oh man, did you hear Theo snagged a gorgeous, intelligent, gentle boyfriend who's also a great musician in his own right?" if you can. [His grip on Dorian's hand shifts, deeper and more tender somehow.] No, it's... actually going to be really nice, getting to talk about how happy you make me.

[Dorian's safety was important, of course, but... it wore on him a bit sometimes, to not be able to talk about someone so important to him as Dorian has become. Especially keeping it secret from his father and sister.]

[ Dorian feels his cheeks flush at the way Theo describes him, but his smile is soft as he laughs a little. ]

That would be nice. If you'll be okay with them talking when I'm not around.

[ He wishes he could do the same at home, getting to talk about someone how made him feel so special. But he'd never be able to admit anything like that to his parents. ]

[Maybe one day. Dorian deserves to be himself no matter where he is; Theo worked hard to achieve that in his own life, and he wants his love to feel the same freedom.

Theo tilts his chin up to kiss Dorian on the jawline.

Definitely.

[And with that, they reach the clothing store. The... very fancy clothing store. The fine tables and racks display all sorts of clothing, from casual and sporty to the latest fashions. (... Please don't break Theo's bank too badly, Dorian.)]

[ The kiss earns a shy smile, and Dorian ducks his head a bit as they enter the cloth store. When he sees the wide range of selections, his eyes light up a bit. ]

Oh wow...!

[ He's never seen clothes so different before! ]

[... You know what, break Theo's bank, Dorian. Anything to bring that bright light to his face.]

"Ah, welcome to the White Flamingo--oh! Theo, is it?" [A stylish man walks over to them, his customer service smile gaining a bit of genuine warmth and surprise.] "I think this might be the first time you've visited since I've opened shop. And you're certainly a new face too, sir."

Hey, Antonio! [It's obvious they're acquaintances at best; not only does Antonio only visit the island every few weeks to run his shop and to help co-parent his daughter, but Theo's one of the young people least interested in fashion on the island.] And uh... yeah. [It's now some real light enters Theo's face and voice, not even bothering to hide the blush as he squeezes Dorian's hand.] This is Dorian, he's um... he's my boyfriend.

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[Two injured adventurers walk into a tavern. Their automaton ends up having to carry them the rest of the way to the chairs with their battle injuries, but now that Taryon and Dorian have successfully completed another quest, they can rest and recouperate.

Taryon finds it satisfying to take his glass of wine and raise it up in a private toast.] To us! And to another successful adventure when no one thought we could do it!

[ Even just lifting the wine glass feels like it takes a monumental amount of effort, but Dorian does so anyway, lightly tapping his glass to Tary’s before taking a sip. Though he wonders if he could get something stronger to numb some of the pain of his injuries. ]

I can understand now why people were concerned about it, to be fair.

[ There had been quite a few close calls. ]

Of course they have reason to be concerned - anyone would when it comes to a pack of dire wolves - but we're experienced adventurers, not fools rushing in!

[He takes a delicate, elegant sip of his wine. Even though they are in a common drinking establishment, habit informs all of Taryon's manners.]

They probably saw our amazing outfits and thought that was all we had to offer.

[ Dorian chuckles softly, sipping his own wine. He’s definitely going to need something stronger. ]

Perhaps. We do give off a certain vibe.

[ Two very well dressed men giving off the air of being rich doesn’t always inspire a lot of confidence in others that they can actually do anything. ]

That...would explain a lot of the first conversations I had with the people I hired. [And why so many of them were eager to bully and swindle him.

Points for some burgeoning self-awareness.] Not that there's anything wrong with looking amazing.

Oh, definitely not. [ Dorian would never give up the chance to look good, no matter what he’s going. ]

But it does make it seem like we’re the type of people who simply throw money around.

[ And Dorian knows plenty of those kinds of people, the kind who think they can buy their way into anything. He’s never really liked that mindset, and tried his best not to appear that way. But fancy clothes are still fancy. ]

Okay, but I need money to do stuff. I'm an inventor, I don't just...pick up sticks and turn it into a spell. I'm not a wizard.

[Muttering:] They don't know how to dress well, either.

[ Dorian can’t help a soft laugh at that. ] Depends on the wizard. Though I’ve definitely met a few who could use a few… pointers with their wardrobe.

[ Swirling around the wine in his glass for a moment, Dorian sobers for a moment. ]

It’s strange… when I’d first left home I thought the way I dressed would help to get people to take me seriously. But sometimes I’ve found that the opposite is true - that somehow the style of my clothes makes people assume my lack of experience in the world.

[ Which was true, but he hadn’t wanted people to know that. ]

[Wizards are either elegant older ladies or smelly gremlins. Sometimes, such as in bonus short stories, they clean up to impress their marks.]

I...can say the same. [His eyes fall to the ripples on the surface of the wine.] I see tapestries and art of heroes decked out in fine and legendary gear, and walking around, everyone knows that they're not to be trifled with. In actuality, a lot of people didn't believe me when I said I carried a lot of gold on myself. And yet dressing poorly wouldn't solve the issue.

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[ Dorian hums softly, propping his elbow on the table to rest his chin in his palm. ] I suppose the takeaway of stories like that is that heroes just are themselves. What they wear doesn’t matter, just as long as they are who they are.

[ Glancing at Tary, he grins a little. ] Which means we can keep dressing the way we do, because that’s how we like it.

Hah. Being themselves is a pretty good philosophy. [It's not just about being honest about his taste in fashion for Taryon; the first step in his journey to following his own heart instead of a prescribed path (whether written by authors or his father) came from confronting his sexuality. Everything that followed was easy.]

I don't mind that. Besides, all these gems are functional. Who doesn't love an outfit that's secretly a weapon horde?

[ Dorian chuckles, drinking more of his wine. ] Exactly. Especially since some spells need gems.

[ Emptying his glass, he places it on the table. ] I think I’m going to order something stronger. Do you want anything?

I'm good. You go on ahead, I savor my drinks.

[For all of the worldly knowledge he's gained, Taryon remains a wine snob.]

[ With another chuckle, Dorian nods and heads to the bar to order another drink. After a moment of chatting with the bartender (which may or may not have involved a bit of flirting), he returns to the table with a shot glass of a light amber liquid. ]

That looks...strong. [Which is synonymous with "gross" in Taryon's mind. He sips from his goblet.] Were you haggling for a cheaper room with your bardic charm?

[He raises his eyebrows too far that goes beyond suggestive and into the realm of comical.]

It smells pretty strong too. [ Which, honestly, is what Dorian is hoping for. ]

Hmm? Oh, not really… I was just asking for their recommendation for a drink. It’s something I’ve learned, that bartenders like being able to talk about what they know to help people find a drink they’d enjoy.

Oh. Hm. I suppose I never tried asking that. [As with many tips on having normal conversations.] But I doubt I'd ever try that for my own enjoyment. If I had to go undercover, sure, but...that's an idea for later.

You sure you wouldn’t want to try something new sometime?

[ Dorian loves a good wine as well, but it was nice changing things up sometimes.

Carefully taking a sip from his shot glass, he then sucks in breath and clears his throat. ]

Mm… that is strong! But it’s really good. [ Glancing back towards the bar, he gives the bartender a wave, and they wave back. ]

[Taryon's sigh is a tad too loud and dramatic for a simple request. He gives his perfectly find glass of wine a forlorn look, and after seconds of contemplation, pushes it two inches away.]

For your sake, I will try it. It's not whiskey, is it?

[The smell of that stuff doesn't sit right with him.]

[ Well, Dorian hadn’t actually meant right now, or with this particular spirit, but he’s more than happy to share if Tary wanted to give it a try.

Placing the glass in front of the other man, he shakes his head. ] No, it’s not a whiskey. I believe they said it was a type of brandy.

I...sure. Let's try something different. [He straightens his back and steels himself for this frightening endeavor.

After taking the glass in his hand, Taryon tips it back for the smallest of sips and immediately swallows it.

He wheezes.]

[ Biting back a laugh, Dorian gently rubs the other man’s back. ]

Not for you?

Gh--no.

[His throat constricts as the powerful alcohol attempts to beat his body into coughing and hacking.]

I wasn't made for this.

[ Dorian switches to patting Tary’s back, just in cas when does start coughing. ]

Well, at least you tried it and know for sure now.

Y-yes! It was a worthy endeavor and thankfully will not ruin my life, so it's not all that bad!

[He quickly washes the taste of the brandy with wine, no doubt breaking the rules of high glass wine drinking.]

[ This time he does chuckle, and takes a careful sip of his brandy. ]

Careful not to drink too fast.

[He lowers his goblet and clears his throat.]

Don't you worry, I normally keep my composure in dining halls.

[ With another chuckle, Dorian nods and sips his drink. ]

Of course.

[ Honestly, Dorian was probably more at risk of being intoxicated than the other man. ]

Really, it's one of the first things we learn. How to look like you're totally in control on the outside so no one judges you.

[Or to hide the fact that you're hundreds of thousands of gold in debt with the mob, but that's just an extension of this basic lesson of being rich.]

How did you get a tolerance for this sort of stuff?

[ Dorian nods. ] I know. I love had similar lessons as well.

[ He just doesn’t practice them as much. ]

Mostly I just had to keep trying some. Once I find some that I like, I drink a bit, and it gets easier.

[ Granted, his tolerance isn’t even that great. ]

Ah, I suppose being a bard, you have to be more open-minded when it comes to drinks. Performing at all sorts of establishments and such. [What kind of cool party person refuses a basic beer?]

I don't think I can ever get used to that. I really tried, but...I just end up feeling sick and miserable, and I'd rather not. I'm supposed to be a scientist.

I suppose that’s part of it. [ There are the occasional fans who ask to buy him drinks after his set, but honestly it was just a curiosity for the flavors and kinds of drinks there are in the world. ]

Well that’s fair too. You wouldn’t want to impede your judgement, after all.

No, no, my mind is too brilliant to destroy. How will anyone every admire my clever battle strategies and inventions if I can't string several words together?

I mean… it’s only for a little while, and we had just finished a battle. But I get it, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to keep your mind about you.

Yes, yes, I can't write my autobiography in such a state. [He sets his almost-finished wine aside.] After being beaten up like this, a headache is the last thing I need.

[ Dorian chuckles a little. He’d offer to heal Tary, if he had any magic left. But the quest had taken more out of him than he expected. ]

It sort of numbs the pain. But if you’re not used to it, then yeah it would just cause more.

[A shrug.] Fair point...but I think I prefer something soft and comfortable if I'm feeling shitty. Keeping myself numb to it all never really worked out, in the end.

[He thinks of his mother, how she kept everything inside and told herself to be patient and survive, survive, and distract herself. He thinks of his youth, telling himself that as long as he did was his father told him, he'd get a chance to grab his own happiness.]

Besides, [He rests his cheek on his fist as he turns to smile at Dorian.] I rather like fully embracing all the gross and hard parts of my experiences.

[ Dorian chuckles at that, nodding his head and raising his glass in a toast. ]

That’s fair too. The difficulty parts are what makes it so rewarding after all, right?

Oh, yes. Success begets rest. [He raises his goblet higher than Dorian's.] Hard work is surprisingly rewarding!

[ Dorian chuckles, lightly tapping his glass against Tary’s. ]

Most of the time, at least.

[ There are times when it’s just… tedious. ]

Well, yes, but "hard work is mostly rewarding" doesn't sound as inspiring, does it?

[ Finishing the rest of his shot glass, Dorian snickers at that. ]

I suppose that’s true.

[ He probably should’ve drank that a bit slower. Or at least had something to eat with it. Despite it being a shot, it was still pretty strong, and somehow Dorian is still a bit of a lightweight. ]

[Taryon sips his wine at a slow pace, finishing sooner than usual thanks to gulping down much of it earlier. Dorian, at least, he having a good time after drinking, smiling, loosening up...

He sets the goblet on the counter.] Are you already drunk?

No…!

[ Whoops that came out a bit louder then he meant to, hang on. ]

No, not drunk. [ His words are definitely a bit slurred though, and he grins a little. ] Pretty buzzed though.

[Taryon pats him on the shoulder.]

It's alright. We're at a public drinking house, not a private soiree. Rowdiness is accepted to a degree around here.

[ Dorian chuckles. ] I’m not that far gone.

…though maybe we should get something to eat. Having some food in my stomach would help.

Excellent idea! Barman! [Taryon rises in his seat to wave down the bartender.] What hearty meals do you offer tonight?

[Nothing special: a meat stew, a friend platter of vegetables and eggs, and smaller dishes for those with smaller stomachs.]

[ Dorian hums in thought. ]

I do like the sound of the stew. Do you want to share the platter?

Share? [It's an unexpected suggestion: share a dish? Unthinkable at a dinner party!

Taryon leans in closer.] Is that something we can do here? Isn't it considered to be...poor manners?

[ Dorian glances at Tary with a surprised blink. ]

No, it’s fine. People share food all the time. It’s a good way to try multiple dishes without ordering too much for any one person.

O-oh. Right. [He looks at a vague spot in a direction away from Dorian.] That's a normal thing for the common people.

[It must be, if it's fine to do at a tavern. Vox Machina always had enough money to buy something for each member, so Taryon never had to deal with sharing his food.]

Let's have the stew.

[ Maybe it was just that his traveling groups always were a bit hard-pressed for money, so having food to share just made sense. But he can't help a frown, even as he orders the food for both of them before turning back to Tary. ]

...it's nothing to be embarrassed about.

I'm not embarrassed.

[He says, realizing that he avoided a future social faux pas by becoming aware of this custom.]

I'm still getting used to living without money.

[ With a small smile, Dorian nods. ] It can take a while. Even now, there are things I’m still learning about while on the road.

Oh? Like what? [He crosses one leg over the other and props his head on his hand.] Perhaps I can share a bit of wisdom I've picked up.

[ Dorian laughs a little. ] Well these days it’s more about… how to connect to people. How to be cautious and figure out who to trust without being too guarded. How to be open to others without being too naive.”

It’s a fine line to walk, and if he’s honest with himself, not one that he’s figured out how to balance yet.

Oh. [Taryon glances downward.] That's...a bit tricky, I'm afraid. I usually rely on my friends or Doty to keep me safe from people like that.

[Even if Doty isn't programmed to directly intervene and must find roundabout ways to protect Tary.]

But, I mean, most people are pretty trustworthy. I sort of give everyone the benefit of the doubt unless I have some information about their past actions.

[ Dorian nods. ] I try to be, but… sometimes it’s difficult. Especially when you’re used to people only wanting you for what you can do for them.

Ah...haha, right. People thought you were useful when they met you.

[Because Dorian didn't advertise that he was stupid rich upon the first meeting of meeting someone new.]

I feel like most everyone doesn't even believe in me. And...they're not wrong. I still don't know a lot about fighting.

[ Dorian can’t help snorting softly at that. ] Hardly. What they saw was an easy target.

[ Dorian may not have advertised out loud coming from a noble background, but his clothes certainly gave him away. And leaving home for the first time, he certainly gave the impression of someone inexperienced and sheltered, which made it easy for someone to steal from him the very first night he’d been on the mainland. ]

Maybe you don’t know much about fighting… but you’re clever in other ways, and very obviously intelligent. Those are still things to be proud of.

Well, obviously I'm intelligent. I built Doty.

[At least he has that point of pride.]

...But really, supporting others in a fight isn't exactly...well, I wish it was more glamorous.

Hmm. Well, even if it isn’t glamorous, it is still really important. Sometimes the most important things are the ones that don’t receive the most attention.

That sounds very wise, Dorian.

[Things like the healijg power of friendship or the banal difficulty of battle, that's what Taryon learned.]

So...anything small but important that you noticed about me?

[A grin.]

[ Dorian chuckles, leaning a bit closer as he rest his chin in his palm. ] I see a bright, intelligent man who is trying his very best, overcoming his shortcomings to do some good in the world.

[ A pause, then a teasing smirk. ]

Also, you’re starting to show a little gray in your beard.

[More nodding, closed eyes, soaking in the compliments. Yes, he's doing his best, it's nice when someone else notices--

His eyes shoot wide open and he gasps. A hang shoots up to his beard.] What?! Where?! Doty, get my my hand mirror!

[ Dorian can’t help a faint snicker. ] I mean, it’s only noticeable really up close?

[ Is he helping? ]

That's the most important distance to view it from!!!

[Never mind that no one pays attention to his chin if they're making out.]

[ Dorian isn't sure whether to laugh or feel bad for pointing it out. With a sympathetic smile he reaches out to gently cup the other man's face. ]

It isn't so bad. You know a little gray actually makes a man look quite distinguished.

[Taryon sighs. Being distinguished isn't a bad thing. Too many people know of his weakness for older, distinguished gentlemen. Yet...]

I was hoping to be young and vigorous for a bit longer.

[ Dorian lets his fingers trail down to Tary’s chin, gently playing with his beard. ]

Honestly, I think it’s the best of both world. You still appear young and vigorous, but a touch of gray gives you a more distinguished, experienced look.

[Taryon angles his chin upward to allow more of the beard to be played with.]

Careful not to mess is up too much. [He says quietly. Then:] How am I supposed to embody those...opposing ends of the spectrum? I don't think older men look strong necessarily.

[ Dorian can’t help a soft laugh at that. ] Then you haven’t met some of the older men that I’ve seen.

[ He once had his ass handed to him by a much older gentleman. ]

I think you might be overthinking it, though. Just because you look a bit older doesn’t mean you look old. You’re in your prime, still strong-bodied and full of energy, but having gained some a few years of experience and knowledge.

[A heavy sigh. One day, Taryon will find an older man who can kick everyone's asses. As it stands, he hasn't run into him yet.]

Alright, so being completely innocent and inexperienced isn't all that great, but surely my beard should be enough to show my maturity instead of a grey hair.

And I'm too young to lose my golden hair. How will people recognize me in the streets?

[ Come meet Dorian’s Daddy - er, dad sometime, Tary. ]

It’s only a little. You won’t be completely grey anytime soon.

And when the time does come, people will then recognize you for your lustrous silver hair. Silver foxes are still quite handsome, after all.

[He can be Taryon's Daddy.]

Well...[His head tilts from one side to the other.] Silver doesn't sound all that bad...but once I'm old enough to be pursued by young men. That better be years away.

[ Dorian chuckles softly. ] I’m sure you’ve still got several years before then. Might as well enjoy it.

[ Finally their food arrives, the stew pleasantly warm without being too hot. ]

[Taryon has his own spoon, packed away in his sack, and covers his lap with a cloth napkin.]

That looks...amazing. [He scoops the first bite of the stew and savors the meaty flavor as it pours over his tongue.]

[ With a hum of agreement, Dorian takes a taste from his own bowl, the meat tender as he chews. ]

Mm… that is really good.

[ And Dorian orders a bit more wine, thinking it would pair rather nicely with the flavors of the meat. ]

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[A good choice of drink, though Taryon sticks to hjs one-glass-per-meal rule and simply savors the soft and succulent stew.

Mmm.]

It's reminding me of how hungry I really am. You never get this as dinner parties.

[ Given that he’d already had a glass of wine and a shot of bourbon, Dorian knows he had to be careful. He can already feel the buzz of the alcohol, especially since he’s now just eating. ]

Right? It’s hard to feel satisfied at dinner parties. Honestly, why does the food have to be so small?

Because it looks more impressive in small pieces, and we need space for multiple courses.

[Taryon takes another spoonful.]

You know, if you're still hungry, we have the money for more.

Hmm… I’ll see how I feel after this.

[ Given that he’s already eaten half the bowl, he might be hungry. ]

[At this rate, Tary will he left with little.

He raises his hand.] One of your vegetable Flatbread, please!

[Turning to Dorian.] I think you might need this woth your wine.

[ Realizing how much he’d eaten, he flushes with a sheepish smile, pushing the bowl closer to Tary to let him have the rest. ]

Sorry.

No, no, I like flatbread. I've been seeing it in more taverns here and there. The best ones put the right herbs in the dough.

[ With a chuckle, Dorian sips his wine while waiting for the new dish. ] I’ve been seeing them more often as well. I’ve only had one once, but it was pretty good.

Have you had one with tomatoes? It's a vegetable grown in some of the southern climes. Very delicious and goes well with typical herbs.

Oh, I don’t think so. I’ve had tomatoes before, but not on the flatbread.

[ That does sound interesting, though. ]

Try it.

[He leans over the counter to spies no red substance laid upon the rolled-out dough that will go into the oven.]

Sometime in the future.

[ Dorian chuckles. ] In the future then.

[ Hopefully he won’t forget as he adds it on his list of things to try. ]

Do you get flatbread often?

Not that often. I prefer something more traditional likes stews, but sometimes I just have to be a bit adventurous and try something different.

[ Dorian nods in agreement, but doesn’t say anything as he sips his wine. And while he tries to make it last, the flatbread does take a bit of time to cook, so by the time it arrives his wine is already gone.

And given the flush on his cheeks, he might be a bit tipsy. ]

[Taryon scoots his barstool closer to Dorian, twists his torso, and lifts an arm: a pleasant spot to rest a woozy head.] Here. You might need this.

[Referring to his armored chest. It's cold but looks very manly.]

[ Dorian blinks at him, a bit slow to catch on. But when he does he grins, before scooting closer and leaning into Tary, the cool metal feeling nice against his flushed skin. ]

Mm. [ A soft hum, almost like a purr. ] Thank you.

[ Yes, it’s perfect. ]

Never fear, I will protect you from any drunken decisions.

[Sadly, the metal also blocks the warmth from Dorian's body, but he looks very sweet from this angle. Cheek squashed against gold, face flushed...]

Even like this, you look so attractive.

[ Dorian glances up at the other man, giving him as cheeky a smile as he can manage with his face presses against the metal armor. ]

Yeah? Still kissable?

[With half of his face pressed flat, Dorian's expression looks like a mix of a smirk and a pout. Taryon chuckles.]

Oh, very much. But not at this angle. [His arm wraps around Dorian's back, pulls him away an inch, and Taryon plants a quick kiss on his forehead.]

[ Another soft hum rumbles in Dorian’s chest at the kiss to his forehead, but when Tary pulls back his expression takes on more of a pout.

No, that was not enough, he needs more kisses please. ]

Dorian, people are watching us.

[His eyes flick towards the tables, where everyone else is more interested in their own conversation partners and food.]

So? Kissing is public is normal.

[ It’s not like he’s asking for anything more than that… yet. ]

Besides, who wouldn’t want to see two handsome men kissing?

[A huff, but the appeal to Taryon's ego works.] Well, obviously we'd be the center of attention. You think they won't mind being distracted by us?

[He kisses Doian on the cheek.] There. [He closes his eyes, smiling.] If you want more, you'll need to support yourself a bit.

Why would they? They’d get dinner and a show.

[ He’s still pouting a bit when Tary only kisses his cheek, but the promise of more has his grin returning, and he gently grips Tary’s shoulders to pull himself into a better position, bringing his lips barely a breath away from Tary’s. ]

Like this?

[Taryon immediately lowers himself to press their lips together. It's not a wet, energetic kiss of passion (that's an entirely different sort of show), but a soft, warm hug of a kiss. One of a caring friendship and appreciation of Dorian's handsome feature.]

Like that. [He says once they part.]

[ Dorian hums softly, smiling into the kiss as the gentleness of it mixes with the comfortable buzz from the alcohol, a pleasant warmth that blooms from his chest spreading throughout his body.

When the kiss breaks, he simply grins up at Taryon before resting his head on the armor-plated chest, making himself comfortable.

……a bit too comfortable, as a few moments later he’s completely fallen asleep.

Good luck, Tary. ]

[Taryon is ready for a follow-up kiss. So he waits. And waits. The flatbread is delivered. He fears Dorian is too drunk to take this kissing any further

He shakes his arm.] Dorian? Dorian. The food. Dorian, you need to eat.

[ There’s a sleepy grumble, and Dorian stirs a little bit but doesn’t lift his head. Instead he snuggles even closer to Tary, and seems very set on continuing to sleep right there and then.

…he probably does need some water, though. ]

[Taryon decides to take one slice of the flatbread and munch on it himself. The waitress stares at Dorian, then looks at Tary.]

Some water for him, please.

[ Dorian seems ready to just continue sleeping just like that. But the deeper into his sleep he goes, the more slack his body becomes, and eventually he slips off Tary and nearly hits the table.

He manages to catch himself - just barely - but the jolt finally rouses him, and he blinks blearily. ]

Wha’ happened…?

[ Yeah he’s sounding a bit more drunk. ]

[The steaming, roasted bread greets Dorian, as is a glass of water that threatens to spill over from the shock of him hitting the table.

Taryon swallows.] I think you need to eat and sleep off the wine. You fell asleep.

Oh. [ Rubbing a hand over his face, he then grabs the cup of water and drinks a bit of it. When he places it down, it’s a bit harder than he means to. ]

Sorry. ‘m fine though.

[ Except his words are a bit more slurred, and it’s a good thing he’s sitting down otherwise he might lose his balance.

[Taryon breathes out sharply. He wasn't trying to audible sigh, but the night is going to be rough if Dorian is this tipsy.]

Here. [He pushes the plate closer to Dorian.] I think you went a bit far with your evening beverage. We should go to bed right after this.

[ Dorian whines a bit at that. ] I don’t wanna.

[ All pouty again. ]

Dorian....

[He takes another slice and holds it up to Dorian's lips.]

The kissing was nice, but I'm starting to get the sense that now's not the best time for more. You're a bit...inebriated.

…’m not that drunk.

[ He’s still pouting, but does lean forward to take a bite from the flatbread as Tary feeds him. ]

[Taryon pets Dorian's hair, patting down unsightly loose locks that make him seem more haggard than a bard should.]

Really? I wonder if there's a way for you to prove it.

[ Taking another bite from the flatbread, Dorian hums softly as Tary strokes his hair. He glances at the other man with a curious expression as he chews, then swallows. ]

How do you want me to do that?

Well... [He keeps the flatbread near Dorian's mouth the entire time to help him eat without making a mess.]

I...actually don't know any tests other than those of coordination. Walk in a straight line, that sort of thing.

[ Dorian does manage to finish the slice of flatbread, pressing a teasing kiss to Tary’s fingertips before sitting back, chewing and swallowing and then taking another drink of water. ]

I’d say I’m quite in control of myself.

Hmmm. We'll see about that later.

[He holds his fingers close to his chest and eyes the spot that Dorian kissed. It's warming him up. Dorian must regain his good judgment before they retire to their room.]

Can you feed yourself the rest?

[ Dorian hums, a playfully thoughtful sound. ]

I could. [ Probably. ] But you feeding me is much more fun.

[A pause.]

Are you...into this sort of stuff? I heard that feed someone else can be a sexual thing, but...

[Well, even if Taryon accuses Dorian of such a thing, he still should hold the next piece for him, just so he doesn't drop it and get it over his nice clothes.]

[ Dorian pauses for a moment at that, sobering a bit as he considers the question. ]

Not… as something sexual? I mean, being fed or feeding someone is enjoyable, but…

[ There was a bit of teasing with it, but it wasn’t so much that being fed turns him on, as it is just kind of fun. ]

Oh. Oh-- [He tries not to say "oh good" out loud, but the relief is obvious.]

Just...don't lick my fingers too much. I need them to feed myself, too. [He settles closer to Dorian, pressing their bodies together and hugging him tighter as he holds the flatbread to his mouth.]

[ Dorian chuckles softly, leaning more against Tary with a smile. ]

I’ll keep that in mind.

[ He takes a bite of the offered flatbread slice, humming softly in satisfaction. ]

You’re really okay with this, though?

I get to be close to you. [He rubs his hand on Dorian's waist.] I can't complain.

[ Shivering a little at the touch, Dorian smiles. ]

Well, perhaps I’ll need to return the favor sometime.

[ Maybe when he hasn’t quite had as much to drink. ]

Perhaps when I fall ill or am harmed in battle, I may require the healing touch only a man can offer...

[He brushes a crumb off of Dorian's lip with his thumb.] I would very much appreciate it.

[ Dorian chuckles softly, resisting the urge to lick Taryon’s fingers as the other man brushes the crumbs away. He said he wouldn’t do that too much, after all.

Maybe later. ]

I’ll keep that in mind.

[ Not that he would ever wish Tary ill or harmed, but he’ll be ready if that does happen. ]

[As Dorian eats and is able to hold himself up, Taryon gradually loosens his grip, then slides his arm off to take food for himself. The aromatic roast warms his nose and his throat: a mental and a physical nourishment.]

So...how are you feeling about the next kiss?

...I mean for later. Not before we brushed our teeth.

[ When Taryon starts to eat, Dorian sits up a bit more. The food is certainly helping, and he takes the last bit of the flatbread slice he’d been eating from Taryon to feed himself so the other man can eat more. ]

Mm… feeling pretty good, I think. I can definitely go for a while longer.

[ That might or might not be suggestive. ]

Really? Are you saying we shall, say, kiss for several rounds until we are near exhaustion?

[Tary also loves the idea of making this more suggestive. The bartender seeing their expressions can tell the direction this conversation is taking and turns away to tend to other customers.p

[ Dorian hums softly as he swallows his last bite of flatbread before licking the crumbs off his fingers. ]

Mm, sure, we could kiss. Or… do more, if you’d like.

Oh? Such as kiss...on the neck?

[He wipes his lips with a cloth, pinching himself lightly to remind himself not to get too hot too quickly.]

[ Dorian chuckles. ]

Mm, yes, that’s a good start. Or we can keep going lower.

Chest. I miss having your chest on my lips. [He brushes the last slice of flatbread to his mouth and lets it sit there.]

[ Dorian nods with a grin, resting a hand against Tary’s armored chest as if to mirror what the other man is saying. ]

And would you stop there?

[He starts chewing quickly and shakes his head.]

I'd spend a lot of time there before going lower.

[He glances downward at Dorian's hand.]

And what will you do?

Hmm, well, that depends. If you spend too much time on my chest, I might have to… persuade you to continue on.

I wonder how.

[He pushes the empty plate aside and leaves a coin tip.]

You'll have to show me.

[ Finishes the rest of his water, Dorian grins. ]

Oh, I plan to.

Care for a demonstration? After we wash up, of course.

[He nods at the bartender and slides off of his stool. Doty is sent ahead to carry their supplies upstairs, and Taryon holds out his gentlemanly arm for Dorian.]

Of course. I’d be happy to.

[ Accepting Tary’s arm, Dorian rises to his feet. Fortunately the alcohol seems to have passed, so he feels pretty steady even with the other man’s help, as they make their way up to their room. ]

[Their room is tiny and cheap, but it's enough space for two people to wash and share a bed. It's perfect if those two people are willing to be intimately close to each other.

Once Taryon locks the door, he takes Doty to a corner to help him remove his armor.] I'm feeling a bit sweaty after today, so don't mind me if I wash myself a bit.

[ Once they arrive in the room, Dorian takes his things from Doty. ]

Just by yourself? Or would you like some company?

[ He’s mostly teasing, if Tary just wanted to clean up without distraction. ]

[He turns around, armor now off.

He considers those skilled hands on him, reaching into spots he can't reach...]

You raise a good point. Why not save on time?

[ A bit surprised that he agreed, Dorian still manages a chuckle, releasing his hair from the bun he keeps it in before starting to unfasten his belt. ]

Right, exactly. Better than each of us waiting for the other to finish cleaning up.

We've seen each other's privates. There's no issue here.

[More than seen them, actually, though Taryon is currently distracted by Dorian's flowing hair as he unbuttons his shirt.]

[ Dorian chuckles at that. “Seen”, sure. Among other things. ]

All right. We can do that.

[ Removing his pants, he reaches down to pick them up and fold them, giving the other man a generous view of his behind. ]

[It's a reward for their hard work today. Hopefully. Dorian will continue to bend over for Taryon all night.

Tary slides this arms out of his shirt sleeves and hands it to Doty to hang. He stretched his arms over his head, chest arcing forward, and waits for Dorian to look at him before he lowers them to undo his belt.]

[ He does indeed get a chance to watch Tary stretch, and it’s quite a sight.

With a smile, he then pulls his own shirt over his head, showing off just a bit. ]

Oof. [Nothing can beat those formed abs, those solid pectoral, and Taryon is beat. He drops his pants, eyes fixated on the curves of Dorian's arms while he steps out of his remaining clothing and walks over to the water pitcher and basin.]

Teaming up with you is fun for many reasons, but...really, you're the only one I can do this with.

[ Meanwhile Dorian is enjoying the view himself, watching the way Tary’s lithe figure moves, smiling to himself. ]

Well, I’m honored that you feel comfortable with me.

I know what you think of my body. I'm no longer self-concious about being nude.

[And the only one he's fine showing full frontal nudity to - there's a difference between washing his junk in front of someone versus Vex accidentally catching a glimpse of his butt while in the bath.

But first, Taryon soaps up a towel and wipes himself of the dust and sweat from his limbs and face.]

[ Dorian chuckles softly as he places the rest of his clothes aside, now entirely naked as well. ]

Well that’s good. Honestly, I’m quite comfortable with you as well.

[ Not that Dorian was ever really shy about his body exactly, but he did feel more confident about himself with Tary. And not as self-conscious when it comes to having sex.

Taking another towel, Dorian lathers it with soap and steps closer to the other man, starting on him first as he begins to gently work on Tary’s back and shoulders. ]

[The muscles under Taryon's shoulders twitch: a typical response to someone suddenly laying a hand on him, but rather than gasping in surprise, he settles, having expected (and hoped, to be frank) for their bathing to take this turn.

Taryon's towel moves over his chest, then his stomach, then skips to his legs and feet, bending over as he reaches lower.]

[ Feeling Tary relax, Dorian smiles and continues to gently scrub the other man’s back, moving down slowly.

When Tary bends forward, though, Dorian hesitates a moment, befor he grins and starts running the towel down Tary’s backside, giving one cheek a firm squeeze. ]

Oh! [He clenches his butt for a moment.] You're getting a-ahead of yourself, hah.

[Nervously laughing, he scrubs his legs. Curses, his ass is still open to be grabbed, but he must take care of his hygiene before bed.]

[ Dorian chuckles, moving to squeeze the other cheek. ] Just being thorough.

[ He does move down to clean the back of Tary’s legs as well, though one had still lingers at Tary’s ass, gently massaging the firm muscle. ]

Good...job...with helping...

[It's definitely going to clean one side of his unmentionables. The other half remains, and the work on his ass is encouraging his dick to rise above his balls for easier cleaning. Taryon soaks his towel once more in soapy water and scrubs between his legs. As he cleans his balls, combined with Dorian working on his behind, a small moan escapes form his lips.]

[ Dorian chuckles softly, and once he’s finished cleaning Tary’s legs he rises to his feet, letting his cock slip between the crack of his ass. ]

Feeling nice and clean?

Very!

[His cheeks flex without a thought around the cock - it's not even hard and they're not even prepared, but Taryon's body wants Dorian to take him here so badly. He strokes himself with the towel - obstensibly to make his dick clean enough to swallow, but this paired with him sliding his ass over Dorian's cock is a decent enough replacement for an actual fuck.]

[ Dorian shudders as the cheeks tighten around him, his cock twitching as it begins to rapidly harden. He experiments rocking his hips, sliding his length up and down between Tary’s ass, but is careful not to push inwards knowing neither of them were ready for that yet.

But soon. ]

[Taryon's grip on the towel tightens as he imagines this rutting going deeper. Each time the hardening head passes over his hole, he thinks of how it stretches him fully. His balls feel heaver with desire, and he whimpers at what he cannot have. Ah, to be greedy but wise enough not to take what he wants!]

D-Dorian. You know-- [It takes great resolve to snatch his hand away from his reddened cock.] You should wipe yourself a bit first.

[He grips the edge of the dresser stand and stands up. With the motion, his buttocks slide away from Dorian's cock, must to the audible displeasure of Taryon.

He glances over his shoulder.] Do you want me to oil myself up right now? We could... you know. We have a washbin right here.

[ Dorian can’t help a disgruntled noise of his own as his cocks slips out of Tary’s crack. But he takes a few breaths to steady himself, nodding a little. ]

M-Mm, you’re right. I should… clean up a bit too.

[ Taking another towel, he begins lathering it up when Tary asks, and he glances toward the other man, considering. ]

Well I… I suppose it would save time.

Oh. Oh, yes, it would be economical to do it within the reach of the washclothes, yes. [Tary stammers and rests his hands on his hips, fully turning to Dorian with a nervous laugh.] You - you go get everything clean. I'll...um.

[His face reddens, and he turns to his satchel to find his vial of oil. His cock hangs half-hard but waning with the disappearance of stimulation. His heart pounds as he fumbles with the string and the vial's cork.]

[ Watching the other man for a moment, Dorian then swallows the lump in his throat and turns slightly to focus on washing up. Making sure all of his hair was at his back, he then runs the towel along the front of his shoulders and down his chest, trying to ignore the way his cock throbs between his legs. ]

[Taryon turns around to find...well, it's rather difficult to sensually wash oneself while being thorough, but Dorian is still right there, minutes away from sex. Taryon stands, pours oil over his hand, sets the vial on a stool, and leans against a wall, using his clean hand to support himself. He spreads his legs and bends forward until his head rests on the wall, then dips two fingers into himself.

A sigh escapes his lips. The cool oil comes as a relief, but stretching himself not enough.]

[ Dorian feels his mouth go a bit dry as he watches Tary finger himself. It takes a fair amount of self-control to continue washing himself instead of going over to help the other man, but he just manages as he cleans the rest of his front, being careful to clean his genitals thoroughly enough without stimulating them too much.

Pulling his hair over one shoulder, he then works on his back which, without someone to help he isn’t quite able to get all of it, but he deems it good enough as he sets the towel back into the wash basin. ]

Ah...

[Taryon's mouth hands open as his fingers dig deeper and work more quickly to fully open himself. He closes his eyes, and his body further relaxes, allowing himself to stretch further. He doesn't notice Dorian finish washing himself, nor does he pay attention to the sounds of his movement, not when he thinks back to several minutes ago, being surprised by a cock rubbing against his ass and being held while he was distracted by other tasks...]

[ Seeing Tary thoroughly distracted, Dorian grins to himself and quietly steps over, standing beside the other man.

And while he doesn’t interrupt Tary as he stretches himself open, he does press against his side to wrap an arm around him, one hand just drifting over the other man’s cock. ]

Almost ready?

Ah! [Taryon startles again, this time his yelp at a deeper timbre.]

I'm almost ready, yes. [He grabs a rag while focusing in the stretch rather than the deep penetration. Maybe just a bit more, to be safe.]

Mm, take your time.

[ Meanwhile Dorian leans into press kisses to Tary’s neck, his fingers gently stroking along the reddened cock. ]

[Taryon shudders, his breath hot and gasping woth his needy cock finally finding some hope. His fingers still. He's lost all motivation to continue stretching himself — he's open enough.

His fingers slide out with a small moan of discontent.] Mm, please.

[ Dorian chuckles softly, taking Tary’s hand and guiding it to his own violet cock. ]

I need to get ready for you too.

[ Since Tary’s hand was slicked up anyway. ]

[Taryon's hand is too weak to move on his own, and his fingers find a warm, throbbing rod that they wrap around delicately. The remaining oil on his hand make his grip slippering, but all the more fun as he strokes upwards, lets go, and continues onces more from the base.]

[ Dorian groans into Tary’s ear sad the other man spreads oil on his cock, his arm around Tary tightening a bit to pull him close as his body shudders. ]

Nnngh… that’s it… very good… I want to be nice and ready for you.

[Taryon drops against Dorian, and the warmth of their touching skin creates blooms of excitement up his side. His grip tightens, and his strokes are shallower.]

Right. Gotta be nice and hard first.

R-Right… exactly.

[ There’s a faint tremor in his voice as he speaks, as well as a bit of gravel, as his hips begin to shallowly thrust himself into Tary’s hand. ]

[He's held this cock many times before, and despite his familiarity, it still excites him to feel it slowly harden on his palm.]

It's almost perfect. Just... [He lets go to dribble more oil on his hand.] Let's make this go very smoothly— [When he grips Dorian again, his hand slips and coats the shaft in lubricant. It's a light caress rather than a deep and pleasurable stroke.]

[ Dorian has to bite back a groan as Tary pulls his hand away, no matter how briefly, but the gentle touch as he spreads the oil - while nice - doesn’t feel quite enough for him. ]

Mm… I think… that’s good enough, hmm?

Yes. Yes, that should be good.

[He speaks quickly because he's getting impatient. He wipes his hand on his cheeks - just to keep things slippery, then cleans the remainder on a rag.]

So. Shall we get back to where we were? I was distracted and bent over, and you were such a tease and were taunting me with sex over the washbin? [His eyes light up with excitement.]

[ Dorian was getting a bit impatient himself, so he’s glad that Tary is ready too. The suggestion get a grin, and he nods. ]

That sounds good to me. Besides [ He gestures vaguely at Tary’s leg ] I think you missed a spot.

[ Tary didn’t, of course, but it was a good excuse to pretend so they could pick up where they left off. ]

What? [He looks down, confused - he's pretty sure he's clean and Dorian is mistaking a shadow for dirt. Taryon pats his leg and bends forward for a quick look.]

No, you're just teasing me.

[ Dorian grins, and when the other man bends forward he steps closer, his cock once again sliding between Tary’s cheeks. ]

No, this is teasing you.

[Taryon reacts in a more dignified manner this time: breathing in sharply instead of yelping as he clenches around the return of the cock.]

Mm...I see your point. [He balances himself with one hand on the dresser, the other on his leg as before.] But you'll have to do better than that to get me.

[ Dorian chuckles, even as his breath catches when Tary squeezes around him. ]

M-Mm, you’re right…

[ Rocking his hips back, he then slowly begins to ease into Tary’s entrance as he rocks forward again. ]

Something like this, perhaps?

Gh...[The first foray into his hole shakes him for a moment's flash, and in that small time, the earlier teasing has been addressed. But now that Taryon has calmed, it's no longer enough.]

Something like that.

[ Dorian grins, though a shaky sort of hiss escapes him as he slowly sinks himself into the slicked, waiting warmth of Tary's body. ]

Mm... does this feel better?

Oh, yes. Yes it does. [He nods his hanging head furiously, even though it's quite obvious already how much Taryon is enjoying this.]

Keep— keep grabbing me.

[ Dorian is happy to oblige, grabbing Tary’s hips as he thrusts into him, burying deep inside him as his hips sit flush against the other man’s ass. ]

Oooough! [Taryon cries out at the sudden fullness and the slap of their bodies colliding. He can't move; he's pinned into place and he doesn't want this moment to end.]

How does that feel?

[ His tone is still the same sort of teasing as before, but he was also checking in, making sure the other man was okay and that he wasn’t accidentally hurting him. ]

Ooh, it's so good, god, it's so good. [He tries to clench around Dorian's cock, but his body is too pleased and relaxed to move. Instead, Taryon shifts his hips from side to side.] Y—you're so young and vigorous and strong.

[He's trying to add in some dirty talk, as difficult as it may be.]

[ Dorian chuckles softly, and he’s glad for their positions so Tary couldn’t see the shy flush on his face that would break the illusion of their roles in this moment. ]

Well thank you. And you…

[ He rocks back, his grip on Tary’s hips firm as he thrusts back in quick and deep. ]

Your hole is perfect for my cock.

A-ah! [He can't help it, he always loves the strong and quick movements, especially when Dorian is so deep inside that Taryon can imagine that his entire inside only contains a violet cock.]

I-it is. [He licks his lips and exhales shakily.] It's meant to hold so much.

[ Dorian laughs again, a deep throaty sound as he rocks his hips, his cock sliding in and out of the man in deep strokes. ]

You like being filled, don’t you? Being held and stuffed full of another man’s cock?

[ He uses his grip on Tary’s hips to pull the man against him, searching for the sensitive spot inside him to make the man really sing. ]

[Taryon's mouth is closed as he moans with each movement, humming as his inner walls are spread and stroked.]

Mm-hm. [Maybe seeming old isn't so bad, if it means getting strong, younger guys to do this to him. Even though he prefers being the hero in bed, one can't deny how great it feels to be on the receiving end.] You got me there. I can't help but love a cock— oh!

[He's interrupted by stars bursting in his eyes as Dorian presses against his sensitive spot.]

[ Dorian grins, knowing he’s found what he’s looking for, and he angles himself to make sure to hit that spot with each thrust back into the other man. ]

[Taryon responds with an open-mouth gasp and whimper with each strike to his core. He closes his eyes to lose himself to the compounding heat being thrust into him.]

[ Dorian continues the deep, steady thrusts, making sure to hit that spot for Tary to feel the most pleasure. His grip tightens a bit, and there’s a part of him that worries he might bruise the other man a bit. But he can’t help himself either. ]

Can you come like this? Just from me taking you like this, without having your cock touched?

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[Taryon doesn't mind — rather, he doesn't care when everything feels amazing and interrupting Dorian will bring him down from this high.

And does he want to get higher.] Please. Please. Please. [He whispers after each thrust shoves him forward.]

[ Dorian chuckles, his pace picking up and thrusting harder into Taryon. ]

Let me see… let me see you, Tary.

Aah! [His hand now is on the wall, his fingers are curling. He has to come. He has to focus and do exactly this. His angry red cock is screaming for release, but there will be no comforting hand to coax it to completion.]

Harder!

As you wish.

[ Gripping Tary’s hips tighter, definitely hard enough to bruise, his thrusts become quicker and harder, making sure to hit that sensitive spot to send him over the edge. ]

[Taryon cries out wordlessly, and it doesn't end, only gets quieter and louder between each thrust. The wall before him gets blurry as he stops focusing on what's in front of him. Heat and pressure wells in his groin, and his moaning increases in volume as his balls draw up. Shortly after, everything spills over, and his cock shoots a string of come over his bent chest as he comes hard after one last thrust.]

[ Dorian groans as he feels Tary’s walls squeeze around him as the other man comes, and with a few more thrusts and a sharp cry he tumbles over the edge after him, staining his insides white as he fills Tary with his seed. ]

[The hot fluid sends a cold, pleasant shiver up Taryon's spine while still lingering on his orgasm, and he shudders as he gasps for air. He then slumps forward until his head bumps against the wall, using it to support his body on quivering legs.]

[ It takes a lot of effort to remain on his feet after his own orgasm, but Dorian just manages. Taking a few ragged breaths he carefully eases his grip on Tary’s hips - still firm enough to help support the other man, but no longer bruising.

As his heart begins to calm down, he releases another breath and swallows the lump in his throat. ]

Mm… doing all right?

Mmm. [He rubs the top of his head against the wall in a nod that musses his hair. It's too nice to think about talking again. Taryon clenches weakly around Dorian's softening length.

[ Dorian’s breath hitches softly, a shiver running down his back at the squeeze around him. With a breathless chuckle, he gently rubs a hand over where it had been gripping, over the bruises that will likely form. ]

Think you can make it to the bed?

[A suffering sigh.] Yes. After cleaning.

[Which Taryon makes no move indicating he's ready to do. The areas that Dorian had gripped were warm, but not bothersome. Apart from the sweat, he has nothing to complain about in this position.

...Except for that strain in his arms doing all the work of keeping him upright. With a disappointed noise, he lifts his head.]

I need help standing.

[ With another faint laugh, Dorian finally slowly pulls out of Tary, then wraps his arms around the other man’s torso to help him up. ]

I’ve got you.

[He's so empty after the final satisfactory stretch of Dorian's head squeezing through his entrance, but he feels much more relaxed now. Taryon stands on shaky feet, and as he holds a hand to his spinning head, he can feel a trickle of Dorian's seed seeping out of him.]

Hah...that was really good.

[ With a smile, Dorian keeps one arm wrapped around Tary, and his free hand grabs the washcloth to dip in the water and gently begin to clean him up. ]

Well good. I’m glad you enjoyed it.

[Taryon places a hand on Dorian's and leans against him as the washcloth cools his skin.]

You're getting better at taking charge. I remember when you wouldn't try to surprise me like that.

[ Dorian chuckles softly, gently running the washcloth over Tary’s skin. ]

Thanks. It does get easier with practice and a bit of confidence.

[ That’s something he always struggles with, but his time with Tary has really helped. ]

I would even say that you may be nearly as dominating as I. But don't worry about that, any confidence is highly attractive, even when you're the one on the bottom.

[His breathing is coming back to normal, which means Taryon can brag at his normal levels.]

Can you, um, wipe between my legs? It's starting to feel gross and sticky.

[ Dorian chuckles a little at that. ]

Good to know. I do like being on the bottom, but changing things up sometimes is fun too.

[ The request gets a nod, though he guides Tary a bit more towards the wall. ]

Lean against the wall for me? I can hold you as well if I’m going to finish cleaning you up.

It's fun. I can see why some guys make it their whole thing.

[Not Tary. Even if he wasn't aware of some comments on his kind nature requirement complete submissiveness, he still loves the praise from a job well done and a happy partner.

He plants his palms on the wall and pushes his butt out.] Don't get too forward while I'm like this. Or— do. If you're into that. Whatever.

[Well, not every suggestive comment can land confidently.]

[ Once Tary is supporting himself, Dorian dips the cloth into the water again, before moving to clean up the mess dripping down his legs. He carefully cleans up the cooling spend, wiping upwards to the swell of his ass. ]

Why, I wouldn’t dream of it.

[ He says, as he starts to wipe the mess between Tary’s cheeks, teasing his hole with the fabric of the washcloth. ]

[Taryon's fingers flex each time the cloth works on his hole. Obviously, there's oil and spend falling from there, but he gets the sense that Dorian is enjoying witnessing the fruits of his labor.

And it feels too nice to tell him to stop.] Are you enjoying yourself down there?

[ Dorian snickers a little as he continues wiping Tary up. ] Maybe a little bit. There is quite a bit of mess to clean up, though.

[ Was that a bit of a brag? Perhaps. ]

Really? More than usual?

[Not that Taryon has a large frame of reference when comparing Dorian to other guys.]

Better be thorough down there. I like being clean for the night.

Sure feels like it. [ Dorian doesn’t have much reference to how he compares to other men either, aside from Tary, but it felt like more than usual. ]

Don’t worry, I’ve got it.

[ If there’s one thing Dorian understands, it’s cleanliness. ]

Ooh, nice. I thought it felt pretty great.

[He widens his stance, allowing more of the seed to pour out.]

My bottom is that good, isn't it?

[ That certainly helps with cleaning him up, making it easier to get to the remaining spend. With comment gets a chuckle from Dorian, and he gives one of Tary’s cheeks a light squeeze. ]

I certainly can’t argue.

[ Once he feels like he’s cleaned the other man up sufficiently well, he rises back to his feet and tosses the soiled rag aside to deal with later, before grabbing another one to clean himself up. ]

[Dorian cannot see it, but Taryon smugly smiles, imagining how proud he must look.

Once he's done, Taryon pushes off the wall and rolls his shoulders. Oh, he's going to feel this tomorrow, but his ass isn't too sore now. He takes a cloth for himself and cleans his upper body.]

[ Dorian watches Tary a moment, even as he cleans himself up, particularly taking note of the way he stretches his shoulders. Still he doesn’t say anything for the moment until he finishes up cleaning, and once again tosses the soiled rag aside.

Then he steps up behind Tary, hands resting on the other man’s shoulders and giving a light squeeze. ]

Want me to give you a quick massage?

Now?

[He rubs the cloth under his arms, scrubbing away at the cooled sweat.]

Well, I won't say no to that. Give me a moment to wipe up. [He winks: his mouth stretches to the side and his eye remains closed for seconds as his eyebrow lowers as if he's squinting.]

[ He laughs softly at the wink, patting Tary’s shoulders before stepping away. ]

Take your time. We can move to the bed too, if you’d like. Maybe it will help you fall asleep.

You know, if we hadn't just made love, I would think you were trying to seduce me by getting my guard down.

[He soaks and wrings the cloth, squatting as he works.]

...But I appreciate it. Next time, I should return the favor. [And maybe use that to segueway into foreplay. Genius!]

[ Dorian chuckles softly, and moves over to sit on the bed himself. ]

If it had been at the start of our evening, it definitely would have been a come-on.

[ But right now, it was just a friend helping a friend relax for bed. ]

If you’d like. I’d appreciate it, but it’s not necessary.

We'll have other opportunities. I'm sure of it. [He walks to the bed and slides onto his stomach on top of the blanket. He folds his arms underneath his head so that he can look at Dorian.] I'm ready.

[ Once Tary gets into position, Dorian shifts to his knees over the other man, putting some of his weight down on his hands as he begins to work out the knots in his muscles. ]

Hmmm. [Tary closes his eyes and relaxes his arms so that they lie above his head. The firm hands in his back do miracles in how thoroughly they work his muscles into looseness.]

[ Feeling Tary ease beneath his hands, Dorian smiles as he continues massaging his back, deeply working the muscles to relax them further. ]

[Taryon hums, which turns into a closed-mouth groan when Dorian's thumbs press deep into his muscles.]

Keep doing that spot.

[ Dorian pauses a moment, lingering over the spot he'd just needed. ]

Here? [ He works over it again, using the heel of his palm for a firmer, deeper massage. ]

Mm, right there. Bending over for so long probably was a bad idea.

[His face falls. Does this mean he's getting old? Is this just what an ill-conceived sex position does? He would not like to know the answer.]

Well, not without someone working on my back after. I already feel better.

[ Dorian chuckles softly, adding a touch of healing magic as he continued working the spot. ]

Maybe next time we should stretch first.

But then we'd have to wait longer! The passion wouldn't last that long.

[ Dorian chuckles, leaning down to whisper in Tary’s ear. ]

You don’t think stretching can be sensual? [ His hand gently trailed down Tary’s backside and down a thigh. ] You don’t think me helping you stretch, my body pressed against yours, keeping your legs spread as I place pressure against one for a deep stretch of your muscles, couldn’t lead to a whirlwind of passion?

[Taryon sighs and arches his back to press his backside into Dorian's firm hand.]

I was thinking about those rote stretches you do before training, but that sounds more interesting.

[ Dorian chuckles, giving Tary’s asscheek a firm squeeze. ]

Maybe something we can look into next time.

[Taryon rocks to the side. His ass has gotten slightly firmer after months of traveling, and he knows that it must feel just as good for Dorian.]

Next time, then. I'm just ready for some sleep now.

[ Dorian certainly had no complaints, as he gives it another squeeze before sitting back a bit. ]

All right. Do you want me to keep messaging you, or are you okay?

...Keep massaging me. I'm not bored of it yet.

[ With a chuckle, Dorian nods and continues massaging Tary’s back, kneading the muscles slow and deep to help the other man relax and fall asleep. ]

[It's so tragic that Taryon is already relaxed after his recent orgasm, because he would love this massage to last long enough to turn into a round on the bed. Especially after a day of travel, he doesn't have enough energy to indulge in exhausting fun.

That's just how it is, being a working man. At least both the work and the sex are satisfying whenever they happen.

He closes his eyes and buries his face into the bed, his body loosening while his mind drifts away.]

[ Dorian continues the massage for a while, making sure that Tary has truly fallen asleep before stopping. Only then does he settle back, before stretching out alongside the other man and falling asleep himself. ]

[Taryon should have had strong suspicions what was going to happen when he spotted a large sum of money being handed over to his father in his study. It was one of those business meetings that he, his sister, and his mother were banned from attending, but Taryon knew how to peek into that room without getting caught - it's how he'd started to recognize some of the strange men frequenting his father, talking about some sort of transaction or other in hushed tones. He has read enough books to see this as proof of his father giving bribes or encouraging someone to go after tenants that haven't paid their rent, but he's never seen such a large gift.

He didn't think much of it, but it was rather strange.

Then one day, out of nowhere, his father said that Taryon was moving in with another wealthy man on the other side of the mountains. It will be good for him, he'll be useful for once, and after being caught with Lawrence (Taryon knows he won't inherit the estate. He has no purpose, and this is a chance to escape this house) it's the first time his future was being considered.

He thought that smile was his father's joy at being rid of his disappointing son.

Long after he left, with only some books and clothes allowed, when he realizes that his family and the servants were lied to on where he was going, when he figured out why Lord Darrington received such a sum that one night. Sir Karnon had directed Taryon to an underground passage in his mansion, which was guarded by a multitude of armed mercenaries, as if this were a prison rather than a wealthy establishment.

The fine silks and artwork sated him for only an hour as he unpacked and relaxed. That’s when he was provided his new uniform: a beautiful shirt that billowed as he walked and trousers that were far too tight around the crotch. This is how he would serve his new master, for now until he had been deemed worthy of freedom.

His protests was met with a shove onto the carpeted floor and a threat from this brute of a warden that Taryon’s newness and his owner’s recent infatuation are the only things stopping him from giving him a good show of Taryon’s duties.
The ravenous leer says everything.

Taryon obediently changed, keeping his regular clothes hidden. He couldn’t be on-call all the time, right? Even servants needed a break, and surely, that warden couldn’t seriously mean that, right?

The recollection of their ride to the manor comes to him: Lord Karnon smiling at Taryon, equally glad and apprehensive of his new home, and commenting on what a good-looking young man he is.]

[ Though Taryon was the latest acquisition, he wasn’t the only new addition to Sir Karnon’s collection.

Dorian had been a victim of bad luck and being in the wrong place at the wrong time; having recently just left his home and trying to make it in the world on his own, things had been off to a poor start when he found that someone had picked his pocket of all the money he had brought with him. With no way to afford travel, lodging, or even food, he had resorted to playing anywhere he could to busk for money. It had been slow going at first, despite people claiming he had talent, until one night when he’d finally been able to play in a tavern, and he had caught the eye of Sir Karnon.

While he was mostly familiar with Sir Karnon’s type, the noble had seemed almost sympathetic to his plight as they talked over drinks after he’d performed. And when the noble offered him some work, Dorian had taken it without much thought, unaware of just what he was accepting until it was too late.

That had been several days ago, when he had been brought to Sir Karnon’s estate and realized that the noble had no intention of letting him leave. Fortunately nothing had happened yet, as the lord had shortly left for a business meeting soon after, but given the uniform he was forced to wear and the guards’ leering comments, Dorian could only wait in dread for when the noble returned. ]

[The door to his room was locked; this was to prevent new acquisitions from wandering around the manor and getting ideas, thinking of escape or plotting with other captured mean, each collected for personal use.

Taryon sits on the bed, hands folded and resting between his knees, not looking at anything in particular. His heart is encased in rock, tight, his body unable to move in this quiet room. It doesn't take long before someone returns knocks on the door.]

Sir Karnon ordered you follow me and get clean. He's having dinner soon.

[The door is unlocked, and outside are two servants, one who seems to be carrying beauty supplies. The handsome servers and entertainers must be presentable, after all.

Taryon obediently follows. A bath sounds nice, even if everything else sounds terrible. Once out in the hallway, he can see other servants knocking on another captured man's door.]

[ It had been a long few days, locked in his room with only the guards checking on him and making snide comments. He didn’t really have anything to pass the time except play music, which fortunately at least he had been allowed to keep his instruments, since Sir Karnon did seem to like it. A small blessing if there ever was one.

But playing music did at least help him keep his sanity in the otherwise quite and still room, and he was in the middle of a song when he’s interrupted by a knock on the door, with a servant instructing him to follow for a bath. It seems the master has returned home.

Placing his lute aside, Dorian hesitantly gets up to follow the servants, one of whom was carrying a multitude of products to make him presentable. His heart pounding, he can’t help glancing around as they head to the bath, and he catches sight of another man nearby. ]

[The sight of someone else flanked by guards isn't reassuring, but Taryon sees that's he's not alone. Someone else to plan an escape with, someone with whomever he can agree that this can't be right.

He veers closer to Dorian until they read the door and they are standing side-by-side. As he turns to speak to thr other man, he feels a hand shove in inside, followed by an order to clean up and make themselves as presentable as possible before the hairdressers arrive. Two attendants have already prepared separate tubs for the arrivals.]

...Right here, in front of each other?

[ Dorian is both a bit relieved and nervous to see another person in a similar situation to him, but they don't get a chance to talk before they're pushed into the bathing room, instructed to clean up. He doesn't say anything as the other man asks the question, to which the guard replies that yes, they either undress to get cleaned, or the guards will help them undress.

And Dorian shudders at how eager some of the guards seem about that idea.

Glancing towards the other man, he shakes his head a bit, trying to warn him to go along with it for now, before slowly starting to remove his clothes. It doesn't hide much anyway, and Dorian isn't entirely shy about showing off his body for the most part. ]

[Taryon, on the other hand, has not stripped fully naked in front of anyone. Sure, he and Lawrence undid some buttons and felt the shape of their bodies beneath their clothing, but that doesn't count. The genasi seems alright about it, probably because he looks good underneath.

He turns away to unbutton the few buttons on his revealing shirt before peeling it off his skin. Like many human males, his arms and chest are speckled with hair, though he hides it as he continues to remove his pants.

The guards continue to watch the two, though one is eagerly staring at Taryon's backside as he hesistates to remove his underclothes. Others watch Dorian with anticipation.]

[ While Dorian is mostly comfortable with his body, it’s the leering looks of the guards that has him feeling self-conscious. He quickly finishes undressing, avoiding the guards’ eyes as he quickly gets into the tub, since at least that way he can be hidden.

As he starts to wash up, he can’t help glancing at the other man. If it weren’t for the situation they were in, he’d admire how handsome the other man was, as well as be curious about his body hair, since his body lacked was mostly lacking in that.

But given the guards were already starting at them both enough, he didn’t want to make the human any more uncomfortable. Especially since he had a feeling things were only going to get worse from here. ]

[Taryon keeps himself facing away from the guards and Dorian; if they will see him bare, he won't give them the opportunity to joke about his privates. There's some dignity he must retain.

Only when he's stepped into the tub does he turn around to look at his fellow prisoner. It's no mystery why he was also brought (purchased? Was he also sold?). His hair is almost as beautiful as Taryon's, and he can see the muscles around his shoulders and upper arms.

He smiles to himself; it's nice to worry about things like comparing himself to another man. It almost distracts himself from the shuffling footsteps at the door while he scrubs himself down. If he can continue looking away from them, he can pretend he's just having a luxurious bath before an important party.

This doesn't last long. After a dozen minutes pass, one of them pipes up. "Get out of the water. Start getting dressed, and make sure you use these perfumes." Another walks up to Taryon and shoves him by the shoulder - his own hair is covered in suds - and Tary falls face-first with a splash into the water.]

[ Dorian startles at that, and is half getting up to protest the other man’s rough treatment when two of the guards haul him out of the tub.

“Watch yourself,” one of them warns, as he hands Dorian a towel. “Do as your told, or we’ll have to make sure you follow orders ourselves.”

Shuddering a bit at that, and not liking the too eager look on their faces at the suggestion, Dorian takes the towel to dry off. He doesn’t say anything even though the guards are standing a bit too close, not sure if it’s to “help” as they’re threatening to do, or to prevent him from trying to help the other man.

Either way, he can only watch what else might happens to Tary. ]

[Taryon pulls his head out of the water, coughing. Shampoo has gotten into his eyes, and he throws water into his face to wash it out. He's skitting the careful rinsing of his hair, not now when he's still in the tub and he hears movement from the other side of the room. Those guards had better not touch him. He will get out according to their orders.

His eyes are red and teary when he stands and steps onto the floor. When he opens his eyes, two guards are eyeing him, and he remembers that he's naked. Taryon turns around and grabs a towel, then turns away to dry his hair.

"Make sure you're ready within the hour," one of them says, and he leaves with another guard to stand guard outside the door. Two more lean against the wall, arms crossed, and idly watching Taryon and Dorian get dressed. It's less interesting that seeing them strip and bathe, but it's one of the rare times they get to have the Lord's special servants to themselves, even if they can only watch.

Once Taryon pulls on his underclothes and his trousers, he decides to speak up. He glances at the guards, who give no indication if that's even allowed, to converse.]

...How long have you been here? [He sits down, staring at the mirror. This shouldn't look like he's stalling for time.]

[ Dorian dries off and gets dressed quickly, feeling better once he has his clothes on since the guards seem to loose a bit of interest. Not that the outfit hides all that much more anyway, but he’ll take what he can get at this point.

He applies the designated perfumes, and in particular is instructed to where his hair in a certain way - a loose braid that can then hang over one shoulder - and is in the middle of fixing his hair when the other man speaks. He glances at the guards, and when neither of them try to stop the conversation (or just don’t care to) he finally answers. ]

A few days. [ Sitting at his own mirror, he looks at the other man by his reflection. ] I had… accompanied Karnon from Jrusar.

[ And somehow the lord had kept his true intentions hidden the entire trip. ]

[Taryon's hair is too short to style it in a variety of ways, and he's found that letting it flare out flatters his face shape. Perhaps looking appealing isn't the safest course of action, but he's been well-trained not to toy with rules. There is a limit as to how much he can hide without earning a punishment, and this house seems harsher on retribution than his home.

Home...his father sold him into servitude for a massive sum of money. Why? Wasn't his business enough? Did he want to rid himself of his failed heir so badly? What did he tell his mother and sister?

He scoops up a scented cream and rubs it disheartedly over his arms. His eyes are unfocuses and hover around the supplies resting atop the dresser.] That's far. ["Accompanied..." he wonders if Dorian, too, was sold.] I just arrived here. My father--

[His throat constricts, and he shuts up.]

[ Dorian too is used to pampering and making himself presentable. It had actually been some time since he’d been able to do it, though, since he had left his life as a noble to explore the world, without having a clue to how anything worked.

Maybe that’s what had made him such an easy target for Lord Karnon; a naive young son of a noble with no worldly experience who had left home, had no contacts out in the world, and had just lost everything.

Karnon hadn’t needed to buy him at all - he had already been in the prime position for Dorian to give his freedom away, because Dorian had been too sheltered - too stupid - to realize it.

He can’t allow himself to fall into self-pity, though. Not yet, not if they want to try and find a way to escape this. There had to be something they can do, if they could just bide their time.

As he’s applying some of the scented oils, he pauses as Tary trails off. Though he doesn’t finish, the implication speaks volumes. ]

…I’m sorry.

[ What else could you say to something like that? ]

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[When someone expresses pity for Taryon, whether it be for dealing with his family or his restrictive upbringing, his standard response is "it's alright". This is the first time he can't bringing himself to say it. Instead, he sighs and pulls on the shirt that barely covers his nipples and hugs his form too tightly.

If only he hadn't been caught. If only he hadn't been selfish and though any romance was worth the risk. Then there would be no reason to get rid of him, and he wouldn't be in this situation.

Once he's brushed his hair and goes through the perfumes does he speak up again.] I've never done servant work before.

[One of the guards scoffs and mutters something quietly with a smile.]

[ Though he doesn’t quite catch the words that the guard says, he watches the guard suspiciously in the mirror. ]

…I don’t think we’re meant to be doing regular servant work.

[ If they were meant for physical labor, they wouldn’t need to put much care in their physical appearances. No, they were intended for something else, and the guess that he had made him wish they were just regular servants. ]

I— [It's obvious at they weren't selected for their punctuality and ability to cater events. But he hopes that most of their work will center on low-level work. That their outfits are for perverted imaginations only.

Like those taverns with mediocre food whose only draw are their waitresses in flattering corsets.]

I know. I know. I just...I hope it's not as bad as I think.

[It's much worse.]

[ Dorian starts to reply, but he catches the guards' reflection in the mirror, seeing that they're starting to get impatient with how long it's taking them to get ready. Even though, from what he can tell, they still have a bit of time.

Thinking for a moment, he then clears his throat and turns to look at Tary, keeping an eye on the guards as he asks. ]

Do you need help with anything?

[ He was pretty much done anyway, and while this might seem like a way to hurry the other along - and it seems to work, since the guards don't seem inclined to protest - it was more to offer any kind of comfort he might be able to. ]

N...[He catches himself before he can refuse and realizes what Dorian is actually offering.]

Yes. Can you...help put on some jewelery?

[He usually doesn't wear any, but thr more accessories he has, the later they can leave. Tary plucks a colorful necklace with a heavy pendant that rests between his pecks and hair decorations styled like peacock feathers.]

[ Dorian nods and gets to his feet and, making sure the guards won't stop him, walks over to where Tary is seated.

Taking the necklace first, he unhooks it and rests the pendant against Tary's chest, taking his time to secure it in the back. As he does, he's close enough that he's able to whisper in Tary's ear. ]

We'll get through this.

[ It isn't much, but all he can really offer is the small amount of bardic inspiration that he has, hoping it will still help the other man somehow. ]

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[It's a bit of extra courage to draw on when Taryon faces a new challenge. Whatever meets them on the other side of the door, he will survive it with...

Um...]

Sorry, circumstances force me to ask this, but what's your name?

[He rests his hand over the heavy pendant. It's cool against his bare, exposed skin.]

[ Wanting to stall as long as they can, Dorian picks up a brush to fix Tary’s hair before setting the feather in it. ]

Dorian. I’m Dorian Storm.

Taryon Darrington. [He answers loud enough for the guards to hear.] You might have heard of me if you've been in Wildemount long enough.

[Of his family name, yes, if one lives in the Truscan Vale or close enough to be aware of the bad reputation their business brings.]

[ Dorian hums, holding some of Tary’s hair back as he clips the feathers into it. ]

Ah… I haven’t, unfortunately. But I haven’t been here for very long, to be fair.

[ And when he did arrive, he’d immediately been stuck here so… ]

Ah. Right. [Straight form Marquet, he said.] Right.

[There's a small click, and Taryon knows that his outfit is complete. There's nothing left for them to do here but wait, and even then, that's only a brief moment before one of the guards approaches them and looks them over.

"Good enough," he says, followed by "Get up. We're taking you to your master."]

[ Dorian can’t help swallowing nervously as the guard approaches, hoping it doesn’t show on his face. One of the other guards gestures for Dorian to move forward, not giving him time to even wait for Taryon to get up.

He steps to the door, and the guard places a hand at the small of Dorian’s back to guide him away, and he can only spare a glance back at Tary before being led down the hall to where the master awaits. ]

[The guard looming over Taryon is a bit more patient. The jewelry catches his eyes, and Taryon can hear the heavy, hot breaths of a man hungry for touch but fighting the good fight in holding back his wants. He doesn't know whether this should comfort or worry him.

He's followed by this man, each step sending him closer to a panic. Dorian and the first guard turn one way, then the other until they reach a large door. The two guards step in front to open the entryway to the study, where Lord Karnon, dressed as he was when he stole his slaves into his mansion, looks up from his paperwork. His eyes trail from one man to the other, and what he sees pleases him.

"I chose well," he says as he puts away his quill. "You'll make excellent servers to our guests tonight. Which I should have mentioned - you are to attend to my visitors when I call you. The servants will bring food and drink to our room, and you are to personally hand it over. Nothing difficult for you to manage, I'm certain. But I have several rules: you must appear to enjoy your role. You cannot defy an order. And most importantly, you must show off your good looks."

He explains that there are two business partners dining tonight, how to stand up correctly, and many other details that Taryon fears he will forget. Karnon steps around his desk when he talks, circling Dorian and Tary, his eyes always looking downward.

Tary is lost in his thoughts when Lord Karnon finishes and asks if they understand. No response.

"I said, do I make myself clear?"

[ Dorian can’t help frowning as Karnon explains what they’re meant to do. It sounds simple enough, but the rules have him hesitant. No disobeying orders, meaning the guests could make them do whatever they wanted. Appear to enjoy their role, show off their looks… they were meant to be on display for these people.

Hopefully it would only be display.

When Karnon finishes and asks if they understood, Dorian glances at Taryon, who doesn’t seem to be looking. When the question is repeated he gently nudges the other man to draw his attention before clearing his throat. ]

Y-Yes, sir.

[Taryon's wish to be admired by others has been twisted. He never should have dreamed of anyone praising his appearance, and none of this would have ever happened. Isn't this why his father sent him away? To punish him for indulging in desire?

A nudge sends him into a brief panic, and he looks up at the stern face of his captor. Funny, how he and his father share the same disappointed expression that hides a threat of violence.

He follows Dorian with a soft voice.] Yes, sir.

["And call me master when we have company."] Yes. Master. [The word tastes terrible on his tongue.]

[ Dorian grits his teeth again, swallowing down his anger and reminding himself it won’t do either of them any good right now. ]

…yes, Master.

[ Lord Karnon regards them for a long, silent moment, studying them. Then he smiles - an expression of satisfaction, and pride twisted with something else, something darker.

“Very good. Now, let’s go greet our guests, shall we?”

With that, Lord Karnon turns to lead them to where the guests are waiting, expecting them to follow.

And if they don’t, the guards are still there to help move them along. ]

[Taryon knows better than to defy orders when a rich and powerful man directs them. He takes the lead this time, and his personal guard stands in front rather than behind. There's less of a chance that he's eyeing the tight fabric around his buttocks.

The two guards then open a pair of doors leading to an extravagant dining area overlooking the estate. All other doors are hidden, giving the effect of a secluded room with only one escape.

At the table, currently dining on appetizers, are two older men in the midst of discussing some business or other. Taryon wonders if they ever spoke with his father, and if the smile they flash at their new servants was one of recognition. If so, it doesn't appear to give them any sense of hesitation.

"Dorian and Taryon will be serving our meal tonight," Lord Karnon says as he turns to the two. His smile drops and is replaced by a glare.

Taryon smiles and bows.

"The plates will be handed through the side doors. Could you bring them over here? I trust you know how to set a table."]

[ Dorian bows as well, and at the instructions veiled as a request, he goes to fetch one of the dishes, feeling the gaze of the older men on him with each step he takes.

Eventually he returns with two plates, setting one in front of Lord Karnon and one in front of one of the guests. The guest’s eyes bite into him, and Dorian has to fight not to squirm.

“You’ve really outdone yourself this time, Karnon,” the man says, and Dorian startles a bit as the man reaches up to play with the end of his braid. “How did you manage to find two such pretty things?” ]

[Taryon hasn't felt how the fabric around his crotch restricts him until he had to walk to the portal and retrieve his set of dishes. Every step, he can feel the fabric rub against his since, and he's never felt this self-aware of his body before.

He turns around with the first set of dishes, and he smiles without focusing on the men. He can't know what they're looking at. As he sets down dishes in front of the second guest and a few pieces of glassware, Lord Karnon pats Taryon's backside. "I was very lucky to find these two on the market. A bit of money gets you the most lovely trinkets."

Taryon turns away quickly.] Sorry, master, I have to get the rest of your meal.

[A disappointed huff from the second guest, but there are no further protests while he returns with the appetizers.]

[ Meanwhile Dorian pours drinks for the men, filling glass goblets with a rich red wine.

“Have you broken them in yet?” the first guest asks, and Dorian has to struggle not to wince at that.

Lord Karnon simply laughs. “Unfortunately not yet,” he replies. “Haven’t quite had the time to test them out yet.” ]

["That means that the honor goes to us," the second guest grins delightfully. "Like taking their virginity, if I may say so. Not that they're birgins, but I enjoy the thrill."

The others nod in agreement. Of course, these two young men must have some experience; why else would they come to be the lord's personal whores, they mutter. Taryon doesn't catch all of their conversation as he walks across the room again and again to retrieve the rest of the food.

As he leans over one last time, Lord Karnon returns his hand onto Taryon's ass, this time gripping his cheeck tightly. The clear message: don't try to leave this time.]

[ The anxious feeling twists tighter in Dorian’s gut and he more he has to listen to the men go on. And unfortunately, even if they don’t realize it, they’d be getting exactly what they want, at least from Dorian. He isn’t sure about the other man, but Dorian himself has never been with anyone like that, and to think his first time would be this…

He tries to push the thought down. Maybe things won’t go quite that far this time.

Unfortunately, as he’s setting down the last dish, the first guest that he seems to have gotten the attention of tugs at his braid again, keeping him from rising to his full height.

“My hand suddenly seems to be cramping a bit,” he says with a wicked grin. “Would it be too much trouble to ask you to feed me?”

Dorian bites his tongue to keep back the retort he wants to say, and instead forces a tight smile. ]

Of course, sir.

[ As he reaches for the utensils, though, the guest stops him again. “No no, I’d prefer if you use your hands.”

Feeling a flush rising to his cheeks - mostly anger, though he hopes it would be confused for embarrassment - Dorian nods, and uses his fingers to tear at the food in order to feed the older man. ]

[The older man takes the first bite with a smile, and his hand now tugs on the belt of Dorian's pants. "Sit down. It's more comfortable."

The corner of Taryon's mouth juts sideways at this gross activity: eating a large, soft dish with one's hands is gross to watch, but now this man is feeding of of Dorian's fingers. Suddenly, Tary recalls how easily he becomes queasy, and if he's asked to do the same...

Lord Karnon notices this expression, and he jerks Taryon to face him. Without losing the fake smile, he hisses, "I don't want to see that around here. You go to that man and make sure he's happy. You're not allowed to stand around doing nothing unless I order you to."
He ends the threat by slapping Taryon's ass. "Go on," he says in a regular tone.

Taryon wanders behind the second man's chair wringing his hands. This guest is enjoying feeding himself, stuffing his face with food and wine. There's little space to fit in there, so he reaches for the guest's shoulders and starts massaging them. He's never done this to another person, but the man's pleased hum must mean he's doing a good job, right?

"A bit harder, babe," he says, rolling his shoulders and sitting straighter.]

[ It’s honestly a bit embarrassing, being forced to feed an older man like he was a child, especially when the man tugs at his belt and he finds himself in the guest’s lap. The man’s arm snakes around his waist, holding him close and keeping him from pulling away, and his breath hitches as the man’s hand squeezes his hip.

Hand cramping, indeed.

Still, he keeps his smile on throughout, continuing to feed the old man. He glances over where Tary is massaging the other guest’s shoulders, glad that he hasn’t had to do anything as demeaning yet.

Though he had a feeling it was only a matter of time. ]

[It's repetitive work, but it's not uncomfortable work. Taryon must use his delicate nobleman fingers for more rigorous work than he us used to, and as he digs into the man's shoulder muscles, he can hear the deep, long moans over his loud chewing. He shifts in his seat partway though, something about his position being unbearable in his current state.

"Hey, pretty boy. I need a rest for my feet." The man scoots his seat to better face the other the men at the table, stretches out as if this were a reclining chair, and spreads his legs. In one hand, he swirls the goblet of wine. "Right here," he adds when he taps his heels on the floor.

Taryon glances at Lord Karnon, who does not look back nor offer assurances. He kneels by the guest's feet, avoiding looking at his face. The man raises his legs.

Taryon drops his head and crawls forth. As he feared, those heavy, weary feeta drop onto his back.

Oh gods, he realizes that the man is kicking off his shoes, and he can smell his socks.]

[ There it is. Dorian just barely hides a frown when he sees the other man’s treatment. But he doesn’t have time to dwell on it as the man whose lap he’s seated begins to let his hands wander, and he’s brought back to his own predicament as one hand squeezes his backside.

“We don’t see many Air Genasi around here,” the man says. “Certainly none as pretty as you.”

Taking a breath, he manages another smile. ]

I had just come recently when I came to Lord Karnon’s employment.

[ The man chuckles, and Dorian sucks in a breath as the man leans closer, his breath tickling his face.

“How fortunate for us, then.” ]

[Lord Karnon smiles, pleased, and Taryon can see a fraction of his expression from down below.

"Look at me, boy."

Taryon turns to the man whose feet are on him, his free hand now patting the space between his legs. There is no second command, only a question directed at Lord Karnon: business dealings, asking after another imprisoned sex slave that he enjoyed at a prior party, and yes, he likes this blond man. Blonds are easy to boss around, he says.

Taryon says nothing and smiles throughout the conversation, allowing his mind to wander while he avoids any of the stray touches he sees on Dorian - from underneath the table, two pairs of legs are visible, as is exactly where the older man's hands are.

"Blondie," Taryon's man moans, and he snaps to attention. "Can you take care of me real quick? Oh- Karnon, don't mind me, I just need him for a few minutes." His feet drop to the ground, and when he moves to untie his dress pants - ah. There it is. That bulge that Taryon hopes looks larger than it actually is.]

[ From where he’s seated, Dorian can’t see everything, but he sees the other guest reaching for his belt, and his heart skips as he realizes how quickly things are escalating.

Then he gasps in surprise when the man he’s seated on bites his fingers.

“Eyes here, sweetheart,” he says. “Am I not enough for you?” ]

I… I-I’m sorry, sir.

[ He can feel Lord Karnon’s disapproval boring into his back, but the guest simply laughs it off.

“It’s fine. Maybe you’re just tired.” The guest reaches for a his plate, exchanging a glance with Karnon briefly as he picks up a piece of food. “Here. You must be hungry. Have a bite.”

Dorian hesitates, wondering if the guest intends to feed him the way he’d been doing earlier. But what m the older man actually does is much worse, as he holds the piece of food between his lips.

Dorian glances at Karnon, who only gives him a look as he takes a sip from his goblet. Then, turning back to the guest, he leans closer. He has an idea where this is going, and tilts his head to take the piece of food with his teeth, trying his best to avoid the older man’s lips as much as possible.

It doesn’t matter in the end, though. As he’s close enough the older man’s hand hooks behind his neck and tugs him forward, the food caught between them as the man captures his lips in a messy kiss. ]

[The man rolls his heels across Taryon's back as if he were feeling up the fabric of an actual footrest. Instead of velvet, there is thin cotton. Instead of a sturdy wooden form and a down cushion underneath, he presses into firm but flexible muscle. It's a terrible massage.

Taryon's arms get tired after some time with supporting his own weight and keeping still even as the feet shift over him while he converses with Karnon. At one point, he crosses his ankles and drops his foot down with enough force to kick the air out of Taryon's lungs.]

Oof.

[The man goes silent. The soft, defenseless noise from his footstool has interrupted his train of thought. Taryon turns his head, smiling, and he's met with a hot look in the man's eyes.

He removes his feet. "Get up here. Wellington shouldn't have all the fun." He pats his lap, and Taryon stands obediently only to be dragged by his belt to stand right at his feet. He's pushed on the small of his back, and Taryon drops onto the man's lap, with each leg on either side of him.

Before he can act again, Tary places his palms on the man's chest and starts rubbing over his business suit.] Like this, good sir?

[He gets a huff and a smile in return. A good sign, as long as he ignores the bulge pressing against his thigh.]

[ At some point the piece of food disappears as Dorian feels the man’s tongue force its way into his mouth. He shudders as it explores, tasting him in an urgent, almost possessive manner. One of the man’s hands also starts to wander, moving down his back and gripping his backside while the other hand stays at his neck, keeping him in place.

It feels like they stay that way for a long while, before Wellington finally breaks the kiss, taking a few deep breaths. His hand finally moves from the back of his neck to grip his chin, forcing Dorian to meet his gaze.

“I had wondered if it was true what they say about Air Genasis,” he muses. “You can hold your breath indefinitely, right?”

Dorian doesn’t like where that line of thinking is going at all, but he still has to force a smile. ] Yes, sir. As long as I’m conscious.

[ Wellington studies him for a moment, before glancing at Karnon and the other man, with Tary in his lap. There’s a calculating look in his eyes before he grins.

“What do you fellas say to having these two put on a show for us?” ]

[Taryon is bounced on the man's lap, forcing him to grip onto those padded shoulders. His own cock reacts to the stimulation and betrays him by jerking at the contact between their crotches.

"Excited, aren't we?" Tary is looking straight ahead with a vacant smile, and it prooves satisfactory enough. Hands snake up his thighs, and Taryon clenches his torso as they approach his waist band and thumbs press around his groin.

"I think blondie here would love to. Wouldn't you, sweetheart?" When Taryon doesn't answer, the man removes one hand and slides a thumb between Taryon's lips. It tastes like beef. "I'm not going to make you hold your breath. Don't you worry. But I'm going to want my money's worth."

Taryon nods and hums in agreement. He presses the tip of his tongue against the thumb in his mouth to push it away, but the man seems to mistake it for sensuous licking.

"Like that, like that," he says softly before he takes Taryon by the waist and pushes on him. "How about we sit next to each other? I want to see your genasi boy, too."]

[ Wellington laughs and pushes his chair back from the table a bit. “Oh you will, Bedford, don’t worry. Just turn your boy around and get him ready.”

Suddenly Dorian is shoved off the man’s lap and ends up sprawled across the floor as the guest gets to his feet, straightening his clothes out a little, though the bulge in his pants is still rather obvious. “Why don’t you go over to your friend, huh? It looks like he could use a bit of attention too.”

His heart pounding as he starts to piece together where this is all going, Dorian nods, and is about to get up when Wellington tsks his tongue. “Ah ah,” the older man says in a tone like an owner talking to their naughty pet. “I didn’t say get up, did I?”

Feeling his cheeks grow hotter, Dorian nods again and avoids the men’s gazes as he instead crawls on all fours over to where Bedford and Tary are, trying to ignore the feeling of humiliation twisting in his stomach. ]

[With the arrival of the new entertainment on all fours, Bedford shoves Taryon backward, sending him rolling as he hits the floor. His legs splay out comically, and if the three men seated around the table weren't so fixated on checking out his package while he lay humiliated on the floor, they could have laughed at his inelegant tumble.

While Tary searched for his footing, Bedford curls his finger to beckon Dorian to come closer in a manner that is supposed to be seductive, but in his age and with his demeanor is pathetic. As Dorian approaches, he hooks said finger under his collar and yanks him upward.

"You have beautiful lips. A very handsome catch, indeed. Didn't you say he was a bard?" Bedford asks Karnon while he palms his crotch.

"One of the finest. And one of the easiest, I must say. It took very little convincing to get him to follow me home," comes the reply. "Hey. Blondie. On your knees. Wellington, come sit over here and enjoy the show."

Wellington, with his erection starting to poke at his pants, stands and drags his chair by the backrest, scraping on the carpet. He places his seat to form a triangle with Karnon and Bedford, circling Dorian and Taryon.

Tary sits up in an almost-seiza position, save for his knees bending outward. It's a sloppy look, but everyone seated only cares that his legs are spread.]

[ Dorian does his best not to wince as he’s pulled up onto his knees in an awkward kneeling position, as Bedford inspects his features. The older men talk about him, around him, and he feels embarrassment flush his cheeks once again at the way Karnon describes taking him home.

The worst part is he couldn’t even deny it, even if it had been under false pretenses.

Once Tary is in position, Bedford forces him down again, nearly dragging him as he holds his his head right over Tary’s lap.

“I’m sure you know what to do,” the older man says with a laugh as he sits back, waiting for the show.

Swallowing nervously, Dorian does his best to avoid looking at Tary, though he can’t help glancing at the other man as he reaches for his pants with trembling hands. ]

[Taryon's arms seize up. No one, save for one man, had ever undone his trousers. No one else had ever stroked him or licked him there to completion, and Dorian is a stranger. He isn't special enough for Taryon to let him into these private quarters.

And he can do nothing while Lord Karnon watches him with a stony face, silently threatening him while Tary is unable to look away. His buckle - like every slave's in this house - is undone with a simple single motion, and the belt slides apart like water escaping through a crevice. The top of his trousers fall and reveal the base of a pink cock.

The three men hum appreciatively. "Go on, genasi. Don't keep us waiting."

Taryon does not look at Dorian, rather stare in the general direction of either man before him.]

[ Dorian feels his heart in his throat, his fingers shaky as he slowly draws Tary’s pants down to reveal his cock. And he can’t help hesitating, because he’s never done this before. The most he’s ever done with anyone was kissing and sloppy make outs, and occasionally feeling up one another through clothes, but he’d never gone this far with anyone.

But the older men watching don’t know that, nor do they care. All they wanted was to be entertained, at the expense of both their humiliation. At the words pressing him on, he does his best to swallow the lump in his throat, before lowering his head, his tongue just brushing along the slit of Tary’s cock.

“Oh come on, you can do better than that,” one of the older men jeers - it doesn't matter who at this point. “Just take him all down.”

Gritting his teeth to keep from saying anything, Dorian draws another breath before stilling it in his chest, closing his eyes as he takes Tary’s length into his mouth. ]

[First, a gasp when a warm tongue touches him. Taryon wants to shove Dorian away, to Hell with entertaining these me, he wants to get out of here! And then Lord Karnon flexes his fingers. Taryon hears his knuckles pop.

He glances downward and hates that blood has already been flowing into his member these past few minutes. Surely Dorian was better able to keep himself under control. He must think Tary is eager to use Dorian with the excuse that he's being forced to do it.

His half-hard cock approaches that wide mouth. It stays softened from nerves, but he knows it won't be like that for long. As predicted: once it is surrounded by warm, damp heat, it throbs and sends shivers up Taryon's spine.]

[ Dorian can’t help a surprised sound, muffled with his mouth full, at the feeling of the length twitch and harden in his mouth. He hesitates a moment, not entirely sure what to do with his tongue and worried about moving too fast.

But then he feels fingers in his hair - thick, rough, so he knows it’s one of the older men and not Tary’s - forcing his head down, slowly but firmly and he shuts his eyes as he feels the cock slide deeper into his mouth, the head pushing past his throat.

“There we go,” whatever man who’s holding him down says. “I knew you could take all of it.” ]

[Despite having more experience that Dorian, Tary is still unused to having a man swallow him in one movement. As the tight throat catches his head, Tary's mouth drops, and he whines. Lawrence used to say that his moans were cute, like he was someone that had to be protected even when he was not in the subservient role.

To these interlopers, it makes him all the more appealing. "He's got some twink energy, that one." "Love it when you make 'em sound like that."

The man holding down Dorian, Wellington, down kneels beside him, his grip steady. "Suck him. I know you love big dicks, bard."

Wellington looks up, and his eyes meet Taryon's. In only one second of judgement, he snatches the back of Tary's neck with his free hand and yanks him close for a deep, greedy kiss. He takes of gravy and strong wine.]

[ He hears the words hissed in his ear, and the fingers flex their grip on his head, holding him steady. But he tries not think about the men around them, watching them, enjoying their debasement as their forced to do these acts. It does make him swallow around Tary’s cock, but more from nerves than anything else.

And as Wellington’s grip in his hair tightens, Dorian forced himself to do as he’s commanded, sucking on Tary’s length with a soft sound that could be mistaken as a moan. ]

[With that man — that horrible man forcing their faces together and groaning as he relishes in forcing Taryon to do whatever he wants — here, Tary wishes that he just had Dorian to deal with. At least he would he gentle. At least Taryon would treat him right.

When the kiss ends, Tary parts with a sharp gasp that nearly becomes a sob. He catches himself, and he simply appears to had wet eyes overwhelmed by lust. Wellington is panting with visible strings of spit snapping as he smacks his lips.

Taryon slides one hand onto Dorian's cheek and allows it to rest there.

Despite that rancid taste of that man, despite it distracting him from what should be a pleasant blow job, he leans in for another kiss. If he satisfies him now, they will forget him for later.]

[ Dorian shivers a little at the touch to his cheek, more gentle than the grip in his hair, so he knows this is Tary’s hand, and he takes comfort in it while he can.

It doesn’t last long, unfortunately, when he feels another hand - one of the other men - slides along the curve of his ass, and he gives a muffled squeak as the hand squeezes.

“You look good like this, Genasi,” Bedford says, kneading his backside in a rough grip. “On all fours with a cock in your mouth. This is what you were made for, isn’t it?” The rough massage turns to a single finger tracing the crack of his ass through his pants, and Dorian can’t help a whimper. “I bet you take cock well on both ends, huh?” ]

[If this were any other situation, if he were in a group like this willingly, Taryon would have discovered wonderful things about himself. He could have appreciated the shape of Dorian's ass as a rough hand stroked it. He could have felt excitement when both hands reached around to undo his belt.

A heavy body drops behind him. It can only be their original captor who is hoisting him onto his lap. Wellington pulls away and leans back to admire this show of two young strapping men engaged his sex.

A hot breath whispers into his ear. "You've been too quiet, Taryon. Your friend here already has his gimmick. You're going to be the horny one. Offer to blow him while I fuck you." Karnon bucks his hips into Taryon which thrusts his cock into Dorian.

Tary doesn't know any line from a book that he can copy. He must improvise when he turns to Wellington.] Sir, you seem left out. May I offer my mouth?

[ Dorian is forced to move as Tary is lifted, his head kept firm on the other man’s length. The hands on his ass become more insistent, as one slides around his front to undo his trousers. He trembles a little as he feels his bottoms being pulled down to his knees, exposing his backside with his cock hanging heavy under him.

“Looks like someone’s enjoying himself, huh?” Bedford says, the older man’s hand gripping his cock and pulling another stifled sound from him. “You really are enjoying this huh? You love being used, having your holes stuffed with cock.”

Dorian whines softly, a sound that could be mistaken for wanting, as the hand strokes his cock while the other hand parts his cheeks, exposing his rear entrance to the older man’s eyes. ]

[It's pointless when Dorian is already half-naked and being prepared, but Taryon avoids staring at him out of some useless sense of protecting his dignity. The man before him is hideous, his face bloated from years of drinking wine, but better this than accidentally find some enjoyment.

Alas, as Dorian's mouth shifts over his cock, Tary's breath hitches and his cock twitches. Unwanted or not, it's enjoying the tight, wet grip Dorian has on it.

Wellington grins. "You're a polite boy, aren't you?" Wellington stands to drag a chair and place it directly over Dorian so that its four legs act as a prison.

"Hold on, I need him screwed into place," Lord Karnon interrupts before Wellington can undo his trousers and reaches into his coat to pull out three vials of oil.

"So you can go as fast as you want. I don't want you damaging my goods just after I bought them," he explains. Taryon hears the rustle of fabric behind him, followed by a please hum. Lord Karnon must be already preparing himself, Tary realizes with a sinking heart.]

[ Dorian feels the chair set over him more than he can see it, and the enclosed space makes it feel like a cage, making him feel even more like an animal, something less human there only for the men’s enjoyment.

With his eyes shut, he has to listen more to know what’s going on around him, as he hears the men talk and the rustle of fabric. Unfortunately, it also makes him feel more aware of the sensations happening to him as well - of the cock twitching in his throat, the hand still rubbing and squeezing his ass, the slick sounds of what he hopes is some kind of preparation for them.

Then he jumps a little as something cold is poured between down the crack of his ass, one hand holding him open to wet his hole. Then a thumb circles around the rim, and his fingers curl into tight fists, nails digging into his palms as the blunt tip slowly starts to sink inside him.

“Hmm…” he hears Bedford hum thoughtfully. “It’s actually pretty tight, almost like this hole has never been used before. I think this one might actually be pretty fresh after all, Karnon.” ]

[Lord Karnon laughs, and shortly after, Taryon feels something cold and thick slide down his ass and crawl into his crack. He leans forward instinctively - it will hurt if he doesn't bend over for Karnon's fingers to get inside, but his body also tells him to run. The only way to escape is forward, but all that does it bring him closer to Wellington's crotch.

Perhaps he should just focus on Dorian swallowing him. Even if he's being used, he's not any of these men. There must be something positive Tary has to get out of this. Otherwise, all that he could think about would be the slick fingers sliding pumping in and out of his hole.

"Really? I guess most people look for an air genasi for oral sex. Why waste the opportunity and fuck him?" He stills his fingers and leans forward to whisper in Taryon's ear: "You know, your father mentioned you slutted yourself out to older men. I get the feeling you're more of a top."

Tary shook his head.] No, that's not it. We didn't--

["Strong young man, of course I'd want you in me. But it's about time to get more than fingers in you." He stretches his fingers wide, closes them, spreads them wider. Taryon chokes his moan, his jaw trembling with the need to tell him to stop, that it hurts, that he's scared.

He silences himself before he can make everything worse for before. On his cock, he notices the panic on Dorian's face. He hopes that Lord Karnon will be more gentle.]

[ Bedford laughs behind him. “Well, it’s their loss I guess. I’ll never pass up the chance to have a pretty virgin.”

The thumb pushes in deeper, and Dorian can’t help a whine at even just that much of a stretch, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Better relax, sweetheart,” the older man says behind him, and Dorian jumps in surprise when one hand slaps his ass, the sound echoing in the room. “We’re just getting started.”

The thumb tugs at his hole, stretching it a bit wider as it moves in and out. Then he feels more of the cool oil poured over his entrance as the thumb moves, as if trying to press the oil into him. His body trembles, as he swallows around Tary’s cock nervously. ]

Hah....

[Lord Karnon's fingers are rough. They are greedy, and Taryon is terrified to think how thick his cock will be. When his voice wobbles as if to cry, he allows himself to think only of the small pressure on his cock. At least he has Dorian.

He tucks stray hairs behind a blue ear, then gribs the back of Dorian's shirt to help move him up. Based on experience, this should be a more comfortable position for Dorian's neck.

He watches Dorian's face, hoping that their eyes can meet just once and they can share their fear, but before he can fully relax, he is lifted by his waist. He holds Dorian from under his arms as he's brought on his knees and lowered onto a cold, hard tip. Lord Karnon's cock slips between his ass cheeks, and once he finds the dip of he entrance, he grunts, "Wide open, blondie."

Taryon is dropped onto Karnon's lap, and without a cock in his mouth, he cries out in surprise. Thick, fast, and he feels as if he's going to be ripped apart as Karnon shoves himself deep into Taryon. Tears well in his eyes, and when he blinks them away, Wellington has dropped himself onto the hair with his trousers pulled down.

"My turn," he says, pulling out his half-hardened member. It flops around, and Taryon thinks it's the ugliest thing he had ever seen. "Open wide~"

He knows out to do this. He had taken about two inches, once. He can't be afraid to do more this time. Taryon leans forward, his hands still wrapped around Dorian, and Wellington slots his cock into his panting mouth.

Taryon seals his lips around it and licks the bottom, trying not to think about how sore his bottom already is.]

[ He shivers a little at the gentle brush of fingers tucking back his hair, so different from the rough hands preparing him, and he finally opens his eyes to glance up at Tary just as the other man is being moved. He does his best to move with him, as much as he can with the chair still over him, his body bending in an usual way as Bedford’s hold keeps his hips angled towards him.

As Tary is dropped back down, he feels the moment that their captor enters him - they way Tary’s cock twitches in his mouth, and he sees the other man’s expression scrunch in pain before Wellington positions himself in front of Tary.

He rests a hand on one of Tary’s knees, all the comfort he was really able to give in their positions, before his mind is once again pulled back to his own predicament as Bedford replaces his thumb with two fingers instead. Another muffled whine escapes him as the man scissors them, stretching him even further.

“You should be grateful I’m taking the time to prep you, genasi,” Bedford said, and Dorian groans as the older man adds a third finger. “But it would be a shame to tear up something so pretty so soon. You’ll need to last a while, after all, knowing Karnon.” ]

[Karnon's cock throbs deeply inside Taryon, who swears that he can hear his head ringing because of how full he is. Karnon, from what he can here, is breathing peacefully as if completely unaware that his prisoner wants to do nothing more but sob and spit out the cock in his mouth. Taryon wants to slip out of him and run, get out of here-

And he feels a heavy hand on his head that pushes its lower. "Good boy. I want your tongue." The cockhead approaches the back of his throat, and Taryon's breathing becomes quick and shallow. His mind flickers out of focus over and over again, as if he's trying to will himself to faint and get out of this. Better to be used mindlessly thank to live through this and remember. From behind and from front, he's forced to take more than he can, and as Wellington finally sheathes himself...

Taryon finds that he can stop himself from throwing up. He can take all of Wellington with no physical negative effects. Well, apart from the sickness in his gut.

"No gag reflex? You got some good boys tonight!" Wellington pulls his hips back, then slides inside again to test it. Again. No response from Taryon.

What a terrible thing to realize about himself.]

[ Karnon laughs, one arm wrapped around Tary’s waist while his other hand pets Dorian’s head, his touch both possessive and oppressive. “Of course,” he crows, “you know I get only the best of everything.”

As much as Dorian tries to let his mind go blank, to distance himself from what’s happening as much as he can, he keeps returning to the moment with each thrust of the fingers into his passage, stretching the muscles as they spread. Then the fingers brush against something that makes him jolt, sparks of electricity shooting through his veins.

“That didn’t take long to find,” Bedford laughs, smacking Dorian’s behind once more before withdrawing his fingers completely.

But Dorian doesn’t have a chance to relax before he feels the thick head of a cock at his entrance, the tip teasing at his rim and spreading the drop of precum around it. Then it begins to slide in, and Dorian chokes on a gasp as the cock pushes all the way inside him until it’s buried to the hilt, making him release the breath he’s holding as he tries to suck on a breath. His mind and body panic for a moment, his throat squeezing more around Tary’s cock before he’s able to still the breath in his chest again. ]

[Taryon squeezes his eyes when Karnon grabs him and does not let go. It is a new reminder that he's trapped, that there's someone doing this to him, that this isn't the worst that he will do to him.

The worst this is that this is the first time that anyone called him the best at anything.

There's a moment of reprieve when Dorian distracts him by choking in his cock — then berates himself for enjoying something so horrible. He needs to stop thinking of his blow job as something good. It's terrible. Eberything is terrible, just like Wellington pumping his mouth and hardening over his tongue.

He deserves this and Karnon bucking against him. He grunts into his ears, each a reminder that Taryon belongs to this man. He will belong to him tomorrow and every night. It's a miracle that this doesn't hurt. It's just a small movement, but he's used, he's only here to be used, and he can't get out.

He gasps around the cock in his mouth. His sharp inhale as he tries to sob is a sexy, teary face to his user.]

[ Bedford grips Dorian’s hips, further curving his back to angle him and make sure he’s taking both cocks in his holes. The older man doesn’t move right away, granting him the small mercy of adjusting to the feeling, as his muscles squeeze around the thick cock in his ass at the same time his throat constricts around the one in his mouth.

Then Bedford finally starts to move, drawing back slowly while still gripping his hips, pulling him back and off Tary’s length slightly. When he thrusts back in he forces him to swallow the other man again. He can’t help a muffled moan as his head is forced to bob along Tary as his body is rocked back and forth with each thrust.

“You’re enjoying this, huh?” Bedford says with a laugh, his hand smacking his ass again and pulling a stifled gasp from Dorian. “You’re hole is clenching around me every time you swallow your friend down. I knew you liked having your holes stuffed. You enjoy being used, like the pretty little whore you are.”

Dorian shuts his eyes, feeling the tears starting to burn in them. But as much as he wants to deny what the older man was saying, he can’t ignore the heat that’s building inside him with each thrust into him, each time he’s forced to swallow down his fellow captive’s length. Especially when the older man’s cock brushes that spot inside him that sends another jolt rushing through him, and another moan rumbles around Taryon’s cock before he can’t stop it. ]

[He must ignore Dorian. He can't listen to his wincing when he knows how painful it can be to take anything for the first time. He can't also imagine what he's going through.

Wellington's cock breaches the back of Taryon's throat and throws him back into reality. The head is forced through without any instinct to cough it out, and it encourages Wellingotn to tangle his fingers in his hair as he yanks it out.

"Ooh, that's hot."

Just as he's free, Karnon wraps his arms tightly around Taryon's midsection as if he were wrestling him — though his intentions are just as violent. "Don't make me do all the work," he growls. "Fuck me like you want to fuck every other man here."

Taryon doesn't want to, but he can't let Wellington ram his cock into his mouth again. He needs to breathe, so he pulls himself up an inch, pushing into Dorian.

Karnon follows by snapping his hips and missing his prostate. Taryon cries out and clenches — no no no now he'll think he likes it, but it's too hard.

Karnon pulls outs, then snaps his hips again.]

S... [Before he can tell him to stop, Wellington pulls him down to take his cock and stuff his mouth.]

[ Dorian whines softly as the thrust into Tary forces his cock even deeper down his throat, at the same time as Bedford thrusts back into him, once again hitting his prostate.

Everything was too much, too overwhelming, everything hurts… and yet his cock is swiftly hardening as it hangs under him, twitching each time the cocks are forced deeper inside him. ]

[He wants this to end. If he finishes Wellington, he'll leave, right? He clamps around his cock and sucks. Keep him in place and he won't deepthroat him again.

He hears groans. This has to be good—]

GHK! [His hands tighten on Dorian as his throat is invaded again, and Karnon, who had been watching, bucks onto him. Taryon is beat from two holes and learns his lesson.

He rises from Karnon's cock and drops. It hurts less now.]

[ Dorian hears the other man’s choked sound, echoing his own as the force of the thrusts force Tary deep down his throat. His nails dig into his palms, trying anything to distract from the sensations around and within him.

But it’s not enough to counter the feeling his throat around the thick cock, or the one stretching the ring of muscles in his ass, and he can’t help clench around the older man.

“That’s right,” Bedford groans as he pounds into him again and again, no longer feeling the need to be gentle. “Take it all like a good little slut.” ]

[His cock, his ass, his throat scream to make it all stop. Lord Karnon refuses to strike Taryon's sweet spot; the only pleasure comes from Dorian.

He tastes a disgusting fluid on his tongue. Wellington is close to coming, and he dreads the moment he has to swallow his slop.

His face is drawn closer to Wellington's crotch and his foul-smelling balls...then is pulled back.

"Fuck...fuck, I want it over his face." With his free hand, he grabs his cock to stroke it quickly.]

[ Dorian whimpers around Tary, the sound reverberating as Bedford continues his quick thrusts into him.

But suddenly the older man grips his hips tightly, pulling him back against him enough that Tary’s cock slips free from his mouth.

“See if you can get him to shoot his load on this one too,” Bedford says, and Dorian’s moans come unrestrained now with his mouth free. “I wanna see how he looks with it all over his face.” ]

[Taryon gasps when his cock is suddenly exposed to cool air. This, combined with the unpleasant fucking, does the opposite of bringing him to the finish line.

And without Dorian locking him in place, Lord Karnon can get onto his knees and properly pound into him. Each thrust jerks Taryon forth with a quiet and consistent:] Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.

[His hair falls over his face in a beautiful, pathetic displace that spurs Wellington to stroke himself faster.]

[ Though Dorian is no longer servicing Tary, Bedford forces him forward with each thrust, until Dorian’s head is pretty much in Tary’s lap.

“Go on, Genasi,” Bedford says, thrusting hard into him and pulling a sharp cry from him. “Ask your friend to come on your face.” ]

P… P-Please… [ Dorian gasps as Bedford hits his prostate again. He could barely force the words out, but anything to make this all end. ] Please…

Hah...

[He can't. He can't come like this, not when Lord Karnon makes no effect to pleasure Taryon with his cock. They won't let Dorian do the work.

Taryon lets go of him. Dorian is now alone with only Bedford as company. If they want Tary to come, then he's got to do the job himself. Taryon clutches the base of his cock, and as he's bounced on Karnon's lap, it jolts his hand across the length.

He he closes his eyes, he can imagine someone better stroking him. Someone who doesn't use his hole like a mindless toy, someone who didn't shove himself into his mouth. As he focuses, he feels something wet splatter on his face. A satisfied groan. Stickiness clings around his mouth, and Wellington comes messily over Taryon's goatee, destroying the care he took in combing it with as must disregard he had the entire night.]

[ Unfortunately for Dorian, Bedford seems determined to make him enjoy it, hitting his prostate with each rough thrust, sending ripples of heat coursing through his body with each press of the thick head against that sensitive spot.

He cries out with each thrust, his body rocking with the man behind him, the space crowded with the chair on over him. Without Tary he’s forced to feel the rough sensations that somehow still have his own cock throbbing.

Then Bedford suddenly slams hard into him, burying his shaft deep inside him as the older man groans loudly, filling Dorian with his seed as he comes as well. ]

["Your turn," hisses Lord Karnon, and he grabs Taryon's balls through the fabric. Tary gasps and leaks, though any pleasant sensation is interrupted by Karnon purposefully ramming into him with greater speed: not to strike Taryon's prostate, but to make his path smoother as he pumps in and out. As fun as ordering his slave to ride him is, the accuracy diminishes when he's not holding Taryon down.

Sweat mingles with Wellington's seed on his temples. At his point, Taryon has told his heart to stop panicking and to finish, get this over with. He fists himself, whimpering between each thrust. As long as he thinks of Dorian, he should be fine. He things of the handsome genasi, that this is only for him and not the spectators...

He nearly cries when he climaxes and an arc of while falls atop Dorian's head.]

[ Dorian feels the wet warmth splatter across his face, and somehow the thought of Tary - the handsome man, his fellow captive trapped in such a terrible situation like this - releasing his seed on his face is what pushes him over the edge, and with a sharp keen he comes as well, his own seed spilling onto the floor below him.

Behind him Bedford chuckles, an out of breath sound as he slowly pulls out of Dorian’s hole. “Coming without anyone touching your dick,” he sneers, and Dorian’s body jolts as the older man slaps his ass again. “Like a true slut.”

Dorian barely hears the condescending words over the blood rushing between his ears as the unexpected climax courses through his body. All he really knows is the ache in his backside, the feeling of cum cooling as it drips down his face and his ass, his body trembling as he takes ragged breaths.

The chair above him is lifted, and he feels like he can finally breathe properly, but there’s no relief in it as Wellington crouches down beside him, stroking his head like one would a pet, his touch deceptively gentle.

“Looking so pretty even covered with cum,” the man notes, pulling Dorian’s hair to tilt his head back. “Hell, it might make him look even prettier.”

["White looks good on him," Bedford agrees as he wipes the excess spend from his cock with an old handkerchief. "He's got the exotic look for it."

Lord Karnon, in the meantime, is thrusting into Taryon in an uneven tempo. Tary's body is limp; his mind is clear in the post-orgasmic haze, and he wishes to stay in this state and let Karnon use his lifeless body as he pleases. The soreness and the noises are muffled in his head.

On the outside, Taryon's arms hang uselessly at his sides and his eyes are unfocused and unchanging even as Karnon stills and fills Taryon. Karnon hugs him while coming down, and it's not a man he's holding; it's a doll that exists to comfort him.

Bedford leaves Dorian undressed while Wellington takes a good look at him - on his end, he admires the mess seeping out of Dorian's ass. "Even better at this angle."]

[ Dorian takes shuddering breaths, Wellington’s grip in his hair really the only thing holding him up as his body trembles. Wellington laughs, his free hand patting Dorian’s cheek just off gentle.

“Definitely was a virgin if he’s this tired already,” he notes. “Better shake it off, sweetheart, we’re just getting started.”

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Dorian blinks away some of the haze. And indeed, as Wellington sits on the floor beside him, he sees that the man is still hard, despite having come on Tary’s face already.

Meanwhile Bedford sits in the chair that Wellington had been occupying, pulling it closer to where Karnon is still seated in the floor with Tary. ]

[Karnon rolls his hips, once, twice. Taryon doesn't snap out of it, and the disappointment is clear in his voice. "What, you can't handle an orgy? Don't try to weasel out of this." He pulls out of Taryon, who shudders when the cool air blows over the wetness painted in his ass. "On your knees."

Before Taryon can move, he is shoved forward, and he catches himself on his forearms with his behind raised up.

Karnon slaps his ass hard enough that it turns red.] Ah! D--

[Another smack.] Master, I'm sorry, I'll keep going! [Taryon drops his head, hair spilling onto the ground while Karnon continues to beat him.

"Hey, hey, how about our turn? Not that I'm complaining..." Wellington cocks his head at this punishment scene before taking Karnon's wrist and pulling it away. "We can punish him other ways."

Taryon's legs fall to the side, and he collapses onto the floor before Dorian.]

[ His hair having been released when Wellington stopped Karnon from spanking Tary any further, Dorian just manages to catch himself before falling onto the floor completely, his body still shaking as he props up on one elbow. Seeing Tary collapse beside him, he manages to reach out and take the other man’s hand, the only bit of comfort he can manage to give.

It doesn’t last long though before the blond is hauled up and pulled away from him, as Bedford forces Tary onto his lap so that they’re facing each other. “I bet I can find a good punishment for you,” the man says with an almost too eager look as one of his hands finds Tary’s cock.

Dorian meanwhile is pulled up and into Wellington’s lap, forced to straddle the older man’s legs legs. As he’s set down he’s forced onto the man’s cock, which immediately impales and fills him, pulling a sharp cry from Dorian.

“Why don’t we give your friend a show?” Wellington hisses in his ear, positioning Dorian so that his legs were spread wide, and if any of the other men looked over they could see Wellington’s length stretching his hole as it disappears inside him. “Let him see how much you like being used. Maybe he’ll wanna take a turn with you sometime too, yeah?”

Anything that Dorian might say is cut off as Wellington immediately starts bouncing him in his lap, and Dorian whines and moans as his hands scramble for something to hold, to brace himself as the length rams into him again and again. ]

[A hand tells him that he's not alone. Though his need to hold onto Dorian's hand and squeeze it is strong, his strength to pull away from his next tormentor is gone. His trousers have now been torn off, and his legs are spread around Bedford. His hideous mug looks directly into his eyes while he grips Taryon's cock.

He winces. The soft flesh can't stand the pressure.

Taryon turns his head to see what is happening to his companion — and yes, he has a full view of Dorian opening up and taking the entire cock with a pained noises. He can't pull his eyes away as he stares in horror. Or is Wellington right, and this is giving him ideas? The basic thought stays in him: what if he were to treat Dorian better than these brutes?

Movement on his cock snaps his attention back to Bedford. "Hey sweetheart, look at me." He rubs his faster, which unfortunately does help to encourage blood flow. "Get yourself ready, sonny. Can you hold on?"

Lord Karnon presses his hands against Taryon's back. Encouragement. Support. Bedford angles him back, and together, they insert Taryon onto the thick, rough rod.

He bites back a moan, which grows loud with fear when Karnon shoves him forward. Taryon's bare legs are wrapped around the chair, and Bedford's arms are wrapped around him.

"Fuck me. And tell me how good I am." He hums as he ruts into Taryon.]

Hhah...hah, very g-good. [Tary whispers with eyes frozen wide.] Very...keep going. [He wraps his arms around Bedford's shoulders, who takes the encouragement to buck into him faster.]

[ From where he’s sitting, Dorian can see what’s happening to Tary, especially as Karnon steps aside to give him the full view of the blond wrapped around Bedford and being forced to ride him.

But then Wellington thrusts up sharply into him, pulling a hitched moan from him. He’s bounced faster on the man’s lap, gravity bringing him down hard on the thick cock so that it’s buried as deep inside him as it can go.

“Still so tight, even after Bedford took you,” Wellington groans, his hands hooking under Dorian’s knees to give him better leverage to bounce the Genasi, spreading his legs even wider apart. “You really were made of this.”

Dorian whimpers, but it’s cut off with a choked sound as the cock inside him hits that sensitive spot inside him. ]

[Taryon closes his eyes, but the scent of the recent dinner on Bedford's breath chains him to the reality of the situation. This man is strong; Taryon can feel himself lifted off of his cock before he's speared again.

This time, he's treated with one small degree of consideration. His sensitive spot is struck for the first time tonight, and Taryon cries out with a mix of relief and anxiety.] Ah...ah...there...

["There?" Bedford rumbles against Taryon's shoulder and repeats the motion. "There, blondie?"

Taryon nods. What else can he do?]

[ Wellington continues to rut into him, and Dorian manages to reach up and behind him to grab the older man’s shoulders, clinging as he’s bounced in his lap. Each thrust pulls a moan from him, rising in pitch as the older man hits his prostate over and over. Despite the rough treatment he can feel his cock stirring again, shame mixing with the building heat twisting in his core.

“You love it, huh?” Wellington groans in his ear, and another thrust has Dorian gasping. “Knew it from the minute I saw you that you’d want this. Pretty boys like you are all the same.” ]

[Wellington's words echo in Taryon's head until the shame is also seeded in him. His cock enjoys this same treatment as he clings onto his own older man and moans at each thrust. It satiates Bedford for a minutes, but he repeats his need:

"You like that? You love my dick?"

Taryon digs his fingers into Bedford's back and trembles.

"Oh, you love it! You little shut you. But I want you hear you say it."

He's not free if he keeps silent, does he?]

Y-yes, I love your...your dick. It's so big, I-I need it so bad...

[The next thrust is harsher and shoots stars across Taryon's vision.]

[ Wellington laughs when Tary speaks, and reaches up to grasp Dorian’s chin to force him to keep watching the other man being railed by Bedford.

“See? What’d I tell you? All you pretty boys love getting your holes stuffed full.”

He thrusts up sharply into Dorian, pulling a ragged moan from him.

“Tell me how much you love it,” the older man continues. “I wanna hear you say how you’re meant to be used.”

Dorian whimpers softly, and another hitches sound rises from his throat as Wellington finds his prostate again. But he knows he has to say the words, no matter how he really feels. Even if it’s only to get through this whole ordeal. ]

I-I… I love being used… h-having my holes filled with cock… l-like the wh-whore I am…

[ Meanwhile Karnon is sitting back, stroking his own cock languidly as he watches with satisfaction as the two slaves he’d picked up performing for his guests. ]

[Bedford maintains his rougher pace with a single deep "More."]

S-So good...I only want your c...cock inside me, s-sir. Ah! [His prostate is struck hard, and his moan gains a genuine quality. Maybe he really is a solution for this if he's enjoying how Bedford cares for his pleasure. He's better than Karnon by that metric.]

Y‐yes! Yes, please! I need you t-to fill me like...like...

[Bedford is able to finish for you. "Like the little solution you are. You got a thing for men like us, huh? Slut." His fingernails dig into the fabric of Taryon's shirt as he also starts rutting his front against Tary's cock.]

[ Hearing Tary beg like that sends a peculiar feeling through Dorian, his muscles squeezing around the length inside him.

“Oh, so you like that, huh?” Wellington sneers, bringing Dorian down hard on his cock, and Dorian can’t help crying out. “I feel you holding me, like your body doesn’t want to let my cock go. You like hearing your friend beg for it?”

Dorian tries to look away, but the grip on his chin keeps him looking on Taryon’s direction.

“You wanna watch him come from getting fucked? Maybe you’d like to fuck him? Or would you prefer he be the one to fuck you like that?” ]

[Taryon turns his head away from his audience. To beg as if he wanted all this is one thing, but knowing that the same man who used him as a footstool and the man forced to suck him off are also listening...

He doesn't want to be seen like this. Lord Karnon is seeing all this—

Taryon chokes out a sob, and Bedford takes it as a sign to slip his hand between their bodies and snatch Taryon's cock. The sudden tightness forces out another choked moan, and without much warning, Taryon's orgasm hits him. He shudders into the older man as he comes over his hand while he's continually thrust into until Bedford also comes, groaning as a new wetness fills him.]

[ Dorian shudders as he hears both the other men come, and as Wellington thrusts up into him he feels his own body tightening.

“Yeah, you really like the hearing them come, huh? You like watching them?” Wellington’s pace speeds up, and Dorian moans and desperately hangs on as he’s bounced even harder on the older man’s cock. “You can pretend you don’t like this all you want, but your body doesn’t lie. You want this.”

Dorian cries out as the older man pounds into him, but despite his prostate being struck repeatedly he doesn’t come when Wellington does, and he shudders again as he feels the hot seed burning his insides as he’s filled once again. ]

[Taryon wants to get off. He wants Bedford to disappear and he'll no longer be trapped by his arms and cock, but life isn't fair. Thick fingers comb through his hair as the two come down, panting together. Tary would think this sort of ending would only happen to true lovers that joined out of mutual desire, not...not whatever this is.

Bedford manages to catch his breath and push Taryon by the shoulders, but rather than help him off. He pulls him into for a messy kiss. A thick tongue forces itself between Taryon's lips and turns it into an open mouth affair.]

[ Dorian takes shaky breaths, trembling as Wellington continues shallowly thrusting up into him, as if trying to fuck his seed deeper inside him.

He feels the cock soften within him, though, and as the man stills he’s pulled so that he feels the older man’s chest against his back, his head forced to rest on the man’s shoulder as the hand on his chin moves down to stroke his chest.

“There we go,” Wellington says. “That’s a good boy, taking my cock so well.”

The words shouldn’t affect him as much as they do. But maybe he’s just that desperate for any sort of gentleness, any sort of praise, that even something like that sends a rush of warmth through his otherwise-aching body. ]

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[Bedford's mouth is disgusting, as are the noises he makes while tasting as much of Taryon. He wants to pull away, but Karnon behind him and the hand on the back of his head stills him. His jaw slacks to allow his tormentor to take whatever he wants. Whatever will end this without any more punishment.

The cock inside him softens, but no movement is made to pull out. What happiness Taryon could take from a second of bliss is replaced by a new layer of shame. Shame that he was broken in, filled up, and invaded by these men and he didn't fight back enough. He should have fought back. Why wasn't be brave enough?

His eyes shine when they pull apart, and Bedford strokes his cheek lovinging. "You got good boys, Karnon. They're amazing little whores."

Taryon lowers his eyes.]

[ Karnon laughs, patting Tary’s head like one would a dog before walking past them and approaching where Wellington still had Dorian seated in his lap. “Of course,” he said as he steps stands in front of Dorian, cupping his chin in a firm grip. “I have a good eye for these sorts of things.”

Dorian’s heart is still pounding, his own length still unfortunately aroused, when Karnon presses the head of his cock to his lips. “Open,” he commands.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Dorian does as he’s told, whimpering as Karnon’s cock slides over his tongue.

“And see? They’re already so obedient. You’d never know they hadn’t had any training, they’re just such naturals.”

The words twist in Dorian’s stomach, shame mixing with the unpleasant taste of the dick now thrusting in his mouth. Fortunately Karnon is already on the precipice, having watched his guests have their way with the two younger men, so he doesn’t last long.

What it does mean, unfortunately, is that Karnon comes quickly, and Dorian has to fight not to gag as the man’s seed fills his and coats his mouth, forcing him to swallow it and making his stomach feel even sicker.

With a satisfied groan, Karnon pulls out of Dorian’s mouth, a last spurt of spend catching Dorian in the face, one last parting bit of humiliation, before the lord tucks himself back into his pants and straightens the rest of his clothing.

“Shall we finish our meal, gentlemen?” Karnon says pleasantly, his tone taking on that of someone talking about business. Then he chuckles, “I know we might have spoiled ourselves a bit by having dessert so early, but we still have much to discuss and plenty of the main course left.” ]

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[Both men groan jokingly, and Bedford even sighs like an irritated teenager, "Right when I was having fun?" He nudges Taryon playfully, who holds on tightly as not to fall over backwards. "Sorry, baby, but I gotta go. Thank you for the stress relief. You know you're good when you get three guys on you like it's nothing."

After another wet kiss, Bedford pushes Taryon away by the hips. He's silently asked to get off and get out of the way, which Taryon obliges quickly and eagerly. Twisting himself off of a soft cock is difficult work; Taryon has to feel it curved and shift inside him with each movement, and Bedford chuckles at the prolonged sensation as the younger man slowly lowers his legs and scoots backwards until he's free.

He stands bow-legged and feels something wet and thick dribble down a thigh.

Karnon tosses his trousers at Taryon and turns away to seat himself at the table. "Get dressed and cleaned. There's a place to wash yourselves in the corner. Don't be long."

Taryon bows with his clothes draped over his arm and turns tail. He's seen how they've stared between his legs at at his ass as he moves around. He can't stand to bear their gazes and get dressed in the same room as them.]

[ Wellington meanwhile lifts Dorian off his dick easily, and Dorian can’t help a soft whine was he feels the length draw out of him inch by inch. The head comes out of his hole with a wet pop, and Dorian shudders as he feels the spend starting to leak out of him.

“Thanks for the good time, sweetheart,” Wellington says as he sets Dorian on the floor and gets to his feet. “I’ll be sure to drop by soon so we can play again.”

Dorian does his best to not to wince at that, the thought sending what little was in his stomach churning near violently. He just manages to keep it down as Karnon tells them to clean up. His pants are also tossed to him, and after a moment he manages to get up, his legs shaking as he quickly makes his way out after Tary. ]

[Taryon takes one final wide step into the wash area. It's a small space only connected by a door to the dining hall with small hatches for ventilation. Whoever designed it was aware not to include any potential escape routes for captives. At one corner is a bidet, which mockingly is the shiniest and most well-kept item here. Sinks line another wall, a bucket and water pump are tossed at another corner, and there is enough space for multiple people to change and dry themselves off. No privacy curtains have been installed.

Taryon drops his trousers onto the floor once the door closes behind him (he realizes later that he didn't see or hear any locking mechanism) and finally, finally sighs.

He's kept so much inside that when he does, so do the sobs thay he wished he could express. His crying is and ugly thing: checking sobs, eyes red and lip quivering, and as he presses his palm against his tears, he sniffs shakily.

He's disgusting and cowardly and gross and it's all his fault that he's here because his father is sick of him and he shouldn't have acted in his feelings for Lawrence and those men are going to see him nothing more than a tool when he returns and he'll never be more than...than...]

I'm so dirty. [He manages to choke out in the end.]

[ It takes a few minutes after Tary shuts for Dorian to stumble in behind him, his legs still a bit shaky and his backside burning. He hears and sees the other man crying, and as much as he wishes he could comfort him Dorian knows he’s barely keeping it together himself.

Especially as he feels the bitter viscous seed still coating his throat and mouth, feeling more of it dripping down his thighs. The thought of it all inside him has his stomach lurch, and he barely makes it to a sink before some of it comes back up, burning his throat as he coughs and gags what he had been made to swallow.

And he knows that this was just the beginning. There would be more times like this, that this would be the rest of their lives unless they find a way to escape. And his stomach sinks further as he thinks of the chances of that ever happening. ]

[There can be no comfort if there is no hope. Taryon is doomed to have men ram themselves into him, soil him with their seed, spear him open wantonly. The only thing that isn't causing him to tremble is...]

I— [He turns to the genesis, who is expressing exactly how Taryon feels in the moment. He can still taste the cock on his tongue.] I-I forgot your name.

[Stupid. The one person he cared to feel anything about. No doubt he must be horrified that Taryon ever thought for a second that he enjoyed seeing him so ruined.]

I'm sorry. [A hiccup.] I just— I can't think that was real.

[ Dorian doesn’t answer right away, even when his stomach stops heaving, mostly because he didn’t quite trust it just yet. Stumbling over to the water pump, he uses some to rinse his mouth, spitting it out in the sink before he manages to finally answer in hoarse voice. ]

D-Dorian.

[ It’s a little thing, being able to use his name - that someone cares to ask. Even the small reminder of his identity helps him not get lost in all this, that he isn’t just the role that’s being forced on him… on them. ]

I-It’s not your fault, Tary. N-Neither of us had a choice in what happened.

[ It’s easy to say that. But as he fills a bucket with water and starts to clean up, he scrubs the rag a bit too hard over his skin, as if trying to rub the whole thing off.

Because he can still feel the men’s hands on him, feel their touch dig into his flesh. The cum still staining his face and leaking from his hole only has him scrubbing harder. ]

No. I—

[He's always hated this father, but to accept that absolutely none if this was his fault and to put the blame solely on Howaardt takes more courage than he has. So, rather than answer, he walks to the bidet and pumps the stream of clean water between his ass cheeks and on his genitals. The cool water is refreshing on his skin, and he can imagine the taint of the older men being washed away; but any sense of being purified is gone. They took much of his innocence against his will. Both of them lost too much.

He wipes his lower half with a towel, then stops.] God, I...I can't believe I forgot I'm basically naked in front of a stranger. It's not even registering as weird anymore!

[ Dorian chuckles faintly as he wipes his face, still scrubbing the skin just a touch too hard. ]

It’s not like we have anywhere private to go, really. Might as well get used to it.

Well, don't think I'll do this all the time around you. [A genuine smile at his first joke in what feels like years. He wipes his dick with the towel, secure that any streaks are gone.]

...At least we have our own rooms. Not much of a condolence, but...

[He can look forward to hiding in his bed all night.]

[ Dorian chuckles softly, and once he feels that he’s gotten the cum out of his hair he fills the bucket with more clean water to clean the mess between his legs and cheeks. ]

I have a feeling we should take whatever small blessings we can get.

[ They likely won’t receive a lot of them. ]

Hm.

[Taryon picks up his trousers, and sets them on a hook before he splashes his face at the sink. Now that he's got something cold over his eyes, he can better forget the slight burning inside him. However, seeing himself in the mirror reminds him of all the cum stuck to his beard. Streaks run across his cheeks. His lips are wet from the dicksucking and the kiss.

And he's standing there in his bare bottom. A new wave of nausea hits him.] I'm going to be sick.

[ Dorian frowns sympathetically, even as he wipes the spend still leaking out of him. ]

Might as well let it out. You’ll feel a bit better.

[ As much as anyone could in their situation. But again, small comforts.

After managing to wipe up as much of the cum from him as he could, he’s sure he can still feel it inside him. He contemplates how well he might be able to clean it out with a rag, but the idea of fingering himself in front of the other man gives him pause.

And, ignoring the way his cock twitches and hoping Tary just thinks it’s from cleaning himself, he opts to use the bidet to flush as much of the men’s seed out of him instead. ]

[He bites his lip and nods, then turns away too quickly to notice Dorian's reaction as he bends over the sink and vomits into the basin. He hasn't eaten in a while, but he manages to empty his stomach contents followed by spit.

With that, he gargles water to clean his mouth and washes his face, thinking of any traces of vomit instead of the cum: of his current discomfort instead of the faces of those men as they pleasured themselves with Taryon's body.

He sticks his head under the faucet and lets the water run over his head. It cleans what was stuck in his hair, and he stands up with his head thrown back, hair flicking behind him.

When he opens his eyes, he's clear of any of the men's marks.]

[ Dorian averts his gaze to give Tary as much privacy as possible, as much dignity as their new positions would allow, as he continues to clean himself. His body is mostly cleaned, the traces of what happened washed away. He didn’t feel clean though, but he imagined he wouldn’t ever really feel clean ever again.

Even in the slim chance they ever made it out of here.

Drying himself off, he can’t help glancing at the other man then, especially as he throws his head back, the excess water spraying in an arch off his golden hair. In any other circumstance, it would be a majestic sight, the fan of golden locks and the water dripping down a handsome body.

But he glances away again. He imagines neither of them are in the mood to have their looks admired, since it’s what had gotten them here in the first place. ]

[Taryon wrings the water out of his hair before taking a towel and fluffing it dry. He could take care to comb it, but that may take precious time that Lord Karnon finds valuable. His father always had narrow definitions of what was acceptable, and Karnon has so far been a worse version of a rich asshole than anything Tary had ever known. Keeping himself pristine would only set a fire in their loins once again.

Now dry, he takes his too-tight trousers and steps into them for the first time in what feels like hours. This layer of protection from greedy hands and eyes is useless when it outlines his calves and leaves a good impression of his size. The pressure around his balls is a constant reminder of sexual pleasure.

He chokes again, thankfully void of anything else in his stomach to throw up.]

I can't go back out there.

[ Dorian tries his best not to think of the same thing as he gets dressed, telling himself that any protection against rough hands and lustful eyes would help. But the clothes leave little to the imagination, they might as well be wearing nothing.

Honestly, the act of having their clothes removed is just as humiliating as it would be if they were completely naked.

Dorian decides to pull his hair back in another loose braid, more to keep it out of his face than anything. As he does, he looks over at Tary when he speaks, an understanding expression on his face. ]

I know… I mean, I knew it would be bad. But I didn’t think it would be that bad.

[ And this was just their first day. He could only imagine how much worse it would get from here. ]

[Taryon looks at Dorian over his shoulder. If this were any other circumstance, if they weren't punished for being naive, handsome young men, Taryon could hug the other man and seek comfort in his arms. But now...now, it's all tainted. He can never touch him after what they went through. To do so would mean that Bedford and Wellington were right, and Taryon wants to treat Dorian in the same way.

He resumes facing the door that guards them from the world.] They said they're going to talk business. They never have distractions or strangers in the room when they're sharing trade secrets. If- if they're half as good as-- [my father.] If they know what they're doing, it means they're done with us. We just have to walk out there and we'll be done!

[What else could they be made to do on their first day?]

[ Dorian is quiet a moment as he considers that. It would be nice if it were true, and he’s familiar enough with those kind of business discussions to know it could be. Still, things didn’t always go so smoothly. ]

M-Maybe… but if they might not discuss business all night.

[ And there’s also the chance that their discussions rile them up a bit too much, so they would be called to “relieve stress” before Karnon’s guests leave. ]

[Taryon hisses through his teeth sharply.] You- you may be riht.

[He hadn't thought of that, and now his hopes have been dashed.]

They'll be tired, hopefully. They're old. I...I really don't want them inside me again. [He covers his mouth - he can feel where it stretched to accommodate Wellington's cock.]

...Can you come out with me? Together? I don't think I can walk in there alone.

[ Dorian nods, his throat feeling scratchy as he swallows, thinking how he he’d been forced to swallow down the men’s cocks as well. ] I really don’t either.

[ The request has him glance over at Tary, and with a faint smile he nods again. ]

Y-Yeah. To be honest… I don’t think I could manage facing them on my own either.

Together. [His hand twitches, but he can't hold Dorian's hand while they leave. He can give them the opportunity for more lewd comments.]

Alright. [He pushes the door and steps through.

On the other side, Karnon, Wellington, and Bedford are seating and eating, dressed as if they had never unbuttoned themselves and fucked two men minutes earlier. They glance in Taryon's and Dorian's direction, smiling at their appearance, then immediately resume their quiet conversation.

Lord Karnon holds up a hand to silence his guests and stands. "I'll send them out. We don't need them anymore. The fewer prying ears, the better." A general murmur of agreement follows, and Taryon tenses as Karnon approaches them with a neutral expression. "I'll see you two out. Good work tonight." He grips one of each man's shoulders and directs them to the main doors.]

[ With a nod, Dorian takes a breath and braces himself as they step out together. He also has the urge to take the other man’s hands, but he discards the thought when he sees the men, not wanting to give them anything else to humiliate them with.

As Karnon approaches them, Dorian has to bite his tongue to keep himself still, to not push him away and try to run. He does wince as the man puts his hands on each of their shoulders, his grip firm and possessive as he leads them out the door. ]

[They leave without a goodbye from the others, out the heavy wood doors, and into the dark hallway. As the doors close behind them while they are marched to the end of the passageway, they hear the sound of guards' footsteps. Lord Karnon stops and keeps his grip on their shoulders.

The guards approach the three men without a word. Taryon turns to Lord Karnon, but before he can ask anything, he's given a harsh shake: don't speak.]

[ Dorian holds his breath the entire walk out of the dining area, somehow feeling like it lasts forever despite the short distance. Once the doors close behind them, he finally releases it, but he doesn’t relax as the guards step forward.

“Take them back downstairs,” Karnon says as he urges the two men forward towards the guards. Then he smiles, a dark expression as he adds, “And see what you can do to keep them… open. I never know when I might be in the mood for a bit of fun myself.”

The guards glance at one another with a shared smirk before bowing to Karnon. “Yes, Lord Karnon,” they agree. ]

[Taryon's head shakes, unable to decide whether to focus on the guards or Lord Karnon. He ends up asking the two:] What are you doing?

[He earns a spanking for that. "Shut up and go downstairs. I'm rewarding my workers for their hard work."

One of the guards grabs Taryon by the upper arm and yanks him against his side, then the other guard grabs his other arm. "I think we might need some assistance in getting them downstairs if they're going to struggle."]

[ The words make Dorian’s eyes widen, and as more guards arrive to “assist” the turn that the situation takes starts to dawn on him. ] No, wait -

[ He receives a spank for that as well, and suddenly he’s flanked by guards, held tight between them as if they were dangerous criminals.

“Quiet. It’s time to go.” ]

No, no, I thought--

[Lord Karnon has already stepped away, waving his guards to leave. "Oh, and do take care not to break them. They have years of use ahead of them."

The guards with a hand free salute the lord as he slips behind the heavy oak doors one final time, then drag the two towards the stairs.] Please don't! Please! [He trashes his arms about, but is unable to break free of their powerful locks.] You're going to hurt us!

["Shut up!" One of the guards strikes him in the face with a gloved slap. Taryon slacks, wincing, and the men holding him rush down the stairs while he recovers.

"And you," he says, turning to Dorian. "We know how to break you in. You'll survive, don't you worry your pretty head, but we got a lot of guys jumping at this chance."]

[ At first Dorian begins to struggle as well, but he’s unable to break free of the guards’ hold on him. He winced in sympathy at the sound of the slap across Tary’s face, enough to still him as the guard turns to him and speaks.

And he feels the blood drain from his face at the implication, the thought of going through even more of this - of men using him - renews his struggles, as he thrashes against the guards, trying to kick out where he could.

One of the guards holding him laughs, gripping him tighter. “Ooh, this one’s feisty,” he jeers. “I like that.” ]

[Taryon is dragged down the staircase, his feet banging on each step as he's rushed to whatever torture room they have set up for him. The carpeting disappears, and he's pulled onto a simple wooden hallway, away from their quarters.

"Get his legs!" One of them yells, and Taryon is carried on their shoulders like the spoils of a hunt. No matter how he writhes in their grasps, their hands are glues to his arms, his back, his legs--

One of them feels up the bulge between his legs as they approach the room.

He's tossed onto a large and simple bed, and as he bounces on the mattress, the hands return to roll him onto his back and pin his wrists down.] Oh god, please don't! I'm not ready! Get away!

[His loud protests are heard down the hallway over the laughter of the guards while they fight off Taryon's kicks to grip the fabric of his trousers.]

[ Dorian manages to get a few good kicks at some of the guards, but it’s not enough to make them let go. If anything his struggles only exhaust him, coupled with the strain from being used earlier by Karnon and his guests.

By the time he’s thrown onto the bed next to Tary, he’s too tired to fight back as they undress him, tossing his clothes aside before tying his hands to the headboard, leaving him completely exposed and vulnerable. ]

[Taryon's trousers fly off and collapse into a misshapen pile somewhere in a dark forner. His shirt follows, and he hears something tear as they rip it over his head. The cloth is replaced by more hands feeling up his chest.

"Ohh, he's got hair."

"Kind of on the chubby size, isn't he?"

"Someone grab his feet!"

"Got the oil!"]

Get off! Get off! [Even as his legs are raised and he's bend in half, even when salivating faces obscure his view of the ceiling, even as fingers stroke the base of his cock, he's screaming for this to all end. Even as slick fingers enter him, his hands clench and he strains to lift his torso off the bed.] Oh god...oh god...don't...

[ With Dorian no longer fighting back, the guards on him take their time, rough hands feeling him up and spreading his legs. But it’s worse, he thinks, as they make him feel everything, every stroke and caress.

Especially when one hand wraps around his cock, and he sucks in a breath at it twitches in the grip.

“Haha, check it out, the pretty little slut likes this.”

Dorian feels the humiliation burning in his chest, and weakly tries to twist away from the guards’ touches with whatever energy he had left, but the rope tying his hands to the headboard keeps him from going anywhere. ]

N-No… stop…

[ “Shh, don’t worry. We’ll take real good care of you.”

His legs are spread wide, and he feels a slicked finger at the rim of his entrance. He shuts his eyes, his body trembling as it pushes into him. ]

["Don't move, or it'll hurt."

The fingers inside him curl and spread, and Taryon freezes as he's reopened. He hears mutting of "good boy" around him, but his eyes are squeezed shut. A hand on his cock starts moving, and he gasps as he's forcibly relaxed to accept a third finger.

"Easy there, just like that."

Someone's trousers fall to the floor. Taryon opens his eyes to see one of the guards - the first one he saw when he came to the manor - stroking himself with one hand while the other pumps into Tary.]

No...no, don't do this... [Taryon shakes his head. The guard nods with a sinister grin.

"Oh, yes. I've been dreaming of you since I first saw you. Come one." He removes his hand, plants his fists on either side of Taryon, all the while Tary shakes his head vigorously with a chorus of "no, no, no". The cockhead presses just below his hole. It slides up, then dips into his entrance. Taryon's protests grow more insistent.

Then, in one swift movement, the guard shoves his head inside Taryon, who cries out at the sudden thickness spreading him.]

[ The finger inside him wriggles and curls, stretching his muscles before a second one is added. Then the two thrust in and out of him in time with the hand stroking his cock, spreading to stretch him more as his length begins to harden, despite his own mental protests.

“I knew you loved this,” one of the guards mocks. A third finger is added and Dorian’s breath hitches. “I knew when I first saw you that you were a natural slut, and I couldn’t wait until Lord Karnon let us have a turn with you.”

Dorian tries to shake his head, but then the fingers brush against his prostate and the next sound is a sharp moan that he can’t help.

“That’s right, there you go. I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

The fingers suddenly withdraw, and he gasps at the sudden emptiness despite himself. But then the blunt tip of a cock brushes against his hole, and he tugs at the rope binding him as it starts to sink inside him. ]

N-No, no, please…!

[ But it’s too late as the cock hilts inside him with a shape thrust, and Dorian’s back arches off the mattress with another shaky moan. ]

[Taryon angles his head back, but there is no solace to be found when looking for Dorian. He, too, has a man on top of him, and he's additionally bound by rope instead of a guard on each limb.

"Checking out your friend, eh?" One guard pinning down his arm says. "I don't blame you, but it's not your turn yet."

Their eyes meet, one dark with lust and the other shimmering with the few fragments of hope that he will be left alone. A thick, slippery object rams itself into Taryon, and he flinches away, throwing his head back as he grits his teeth. The man inside him is rough, even now when he's figuring out Taryon's insides. His hot breath puffs over Tary's chest as the man lowers himself. "Fuck...fuck you feel so good."

Taryon jerks his body away at the growling tone, which only serves to draw a new moan.

"You want it? You want this?" He snaps his hips forward, and Taryon cries out again. His body feels like it's on fire, and his stomach churns as the man pulls out again and slams into him again. "Like this?"]

[ Unlike his fellow guard, the one inside Dorian hasn’t moved yet, and Dorian feels himself clench and unclench around the invading length despite himself.

“Ah fuck, that’s right,” the guard says, adjust Dorian’s legs to wrap around his waist, pulling him somehow deeper. “Squeeze around me, just like that. Like you’re milking my cock. You really want it, huh? Wanna be filled up so bad? Just like a whore.”

Dorian whimpers and tries to shake his head, but a choked off groan escapes him when the guard finally starts to move, pulling out slowly so that he feels inch by pain-staking inch of the cock as it drags against his muscle walls, before it rocks back inside him at the same agonizing pace.

And it’s worse this way, Dorian thinks, than if the man just takes what he wanted. Because as a shudder runs through him, he finds his body reacting to the stimulation - forced to feel everything, a pulse of heat courses through his veins and pools into his core, no matter how much he tries to resist, as if he did want this.

As if they were right about what he is all along. ]

Stop! Stop, stop, stop stop stop stop!!

[No matter how he calls out for an end to this, no one comes to his rescue. Nobody kicks in the door and slices the heads of all of the guards, all missing parts of their armor as they wait their turns. No one has any sense of guilt. He's just a stupid good-for-nothing son that deserves to be punished until he learns to be better. Lawrence told him that he was a handsome man, and now it's true. His body is the only useful thing about him.

He bites back, curling into himself and at the same time, lifting his legs. The guard takes advantage of the new angle and thrusts against Taryon's prostate, drawing own a moan as tears well in his eyes.

"There we go. You'll feel better like! This!" He punctuates the last few words with additional strikes to his sweet spot.

Taryon releases more sobs that comes out as moans as the man continues to rail him, sometimes missing the spot, but always grunting pleasureably as he works himself towards the end.]

[ Dorian’s breath hitches as the guard hilts inside him again with a little extra force, just barely brushing his prostate. But it was enough to have his own cock stirring slightly, twitching as the guard once again slowly draws out.

“You look so good like this,” the guard groans, filling him once again at the languid pace that Dorian was sure he was going to be driven mad. “Such a pretty thing taking cock so well. I wonder if you could come just like this, untouched and only by being fucked?”

Another hard thrust as he bottoms out, this time hitting Dorian’s prostate directly, and Dorian can’t help a wavering cry that trails off into a desperate moan. ]

[Taryon mumbles a mix of moans, small pleas for mercy, and gasps as he's split open again and again, trying not to think about what's happening around him, not look at the many eyes leering at him, but every so often, he's touched in just the right way that his body betrays him. His shoulders relax as his cock hardens once more, torn between lying back to enjoy this situation and resisting as long as he wants.

He hears a grunt to his side, and as he cracks an eye open, he sees another guard stroking himself with his cock directly aimed at Taryon. He's nearing completion at this point.

Taryon turns his head away.

"Aww, he's embarrassed. Wait until it's my turn, sweetheart, and you'll learn to like it."]

Mm- [He can feel something well in his gut. He'll be sick if he comes from this, he won't allow it--

Something wet spatters over his chest. The guard who was jerking himself off sighs and works himself to completion and empties himself onto Taryon. "Fuck...he looks so hot like that."

The man inside of him comes, and Taryon feels disgusting inside and out.]

[ Finally, finally, the guard inside him starts picking up his pace, his thrusts speeding up as he chases his pleasure. But he still makes sure to hit Dorian’s prostate each time, forcing him to still keep feeling everything, despite him trying to hard to just drift away.

And he feels the heat building, twisting in his gut, his cock hardening no matter how much he tries to tell himself not to. Around him he hears the jeers and laughter of the guards watching, some stroking themselves as they watch his humiliating arousal.

Then the guard snaps his hips, hitting the sensitive spot inside him so hard that he sees stars, and Dorian keens as he’s forced to come, his muscles unwittingly clenching down around the guard’s cock as his body tenses, arching off the bed as the unwanted pleasure courses through him like a tidal wave. His own seed splashes across his stomach and chest, the white cum a stark contrast against his blue skin, which pulls a groan from all the guards watching.

“Fuck that’s hot,” the guard over him grunts, and with a few more sharp thrusts he finally stills when he finds his own release. Dorian feels the hot seed flowing into him, and it only adds more fuel to the heat flooding his body, twisting with the shame of having actually come despite everything.

The guard over him pants, but he holds up a hand to the other guards still stroking themselves. “Hang on just a second, fellas,” he says between pants. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he motions to his fellow guard over Tary. “Untie him really quick. I have an idea.” ]

["Really? I was getting ready for my turn." With a disappointed grunt, he motions another guard to take his place. Taryon's arm is gripped before he can think of swiping at the men around him.

The cock inside him softens, but the man is painfully slow in pulling out. The bulbous head squeezes through his walls so thoroughly that Taryon is certain that it has touched every single nerve inside - and as it slithers past his prostate, he feels a small swelling of warmth inside that is not enough to be worth the ever-present sensation that something horrible is crawling through him.]

Please...

["Oh? Looks like he didn't come. He might need some help there." One of the guards reaches over to grab the red length that is barely leaking.

"Hold up," the first guard interrupts. "What's your idea?"]

[ The guard over Dorian grins, and Dorian releases a shuddering breath as he slowly pulls out of him, some of his cum leaking from his hole.

“You’ll see,” the guard says, untangle Dorian’s legs from around him. “Actually, this might work out even better.”

Leaning over Dorian a bit, the guard reaches to grab Tary’s chin to force the blonde man to meet his gaze.

“Hey, blondie,” he says. “I saw you looking at your friend here. I bet you want a taste of him too, don’t you?” ]

Uh? Ah!

[A confused noise interrupted by his entrance stretching, followed by a wet pop. A string of cum drips out of his hole and onto the bed.

The grip on his arms slack just enough that he can be twisted around to look at Dorian. His bare legs are spread, revealing his used hole decorated with white. His face flushed, in a perfect position to be taken.

Taryok could. If they were alone, he fears, he could have taken him right here.

But he shakes his head.] No. No, I don't want to.

["You're a shit liar. You like what you're seeing." He jerks Taryon's face closer. "See? You're not crying and begging to look away. I think you deserve this."]

[ The guard holding Tary’s face laughs, a deep, sinister sound as he brings Tary’s face closer to Dorian’s soiled torso.

“Here,” the guard says, his hand moving to grip Tary’s hair instead, holding his head over the mess over the sky blue skin. “Why don’t you help clean him up? If you do a good job, we’ll let you use his hole to come. You’d like that, right?”

The guard’s free hand reaches down between Tary’s legs, fingers just ghosting his hardening length. ]

[His stomach sinks. His big mouth and inability to stay calm not only failed to save anyone, but it's damned him to joining with Dorian. It's better than having these brutes have their way, you really rather—]

That's gross, I can't— [A sharp inhale. Something nearly touched his dick.] Don't make me do this, please. I want to go home. I don't want any of—

[The guard slams his face into Dorian's chest, right onto the streak of cum.]

[ Dorian grunts, Tary’s head being forced against his chest knocking some of the breath from him.

“C’mon, blondie,” the guard jeers. “Just be good and do what you’re told, and you’ll get to feel good too. Otherwise we can make things way worse for you both.”

Dorian swallows the lump in his throat. As much as he hates what the other man is being forced to do, he also fears what the guards might do if he doesn’t do what they say.

And, not that he would admit it out loud, but he’d rather prefer the other man’s touch to the guards. At least for the moment. ]

T… T-Tary… please…

[ The guard laughs, pressing Tary’s face harder into Dorian’s cum-covered chest. “See? He’s asking you to. You don’t wanna disappoint him, do you?”

Dorian feels his face grow hotter. He hadn’t meant it to sound like that, but… well, he no longer had any dignity anyway. Maybe if the other man thought he wanted it it would make it a bit easier.

If he thought it was okay, maybe he’d be okay with it. ]

[Taryon opens his mouth to breath better in the midst of panicking, and as a result, he tastes the sweat and cum that sticks to his lips and creeps inside. It's so salty. The texture makes him want to gag.

But it's Dorian's. At least it's him and not whatever filthy guard forcing him to use his tongue. Taryon tells himself that this is better than any alternative.

He steels himself and licks a small dab off of Dorian.

"There. Tastes good, right?"

There will not response. Dorian is surely only begging so that they can avoid punishment. It's not like he actually wants this.

The other men have now crowded around the two and angle their heads for a good view. "Hey! Can't see shit from here, pretty boy. Give us a show!"

He turns his eyes upwards to watch Dorian.] Sorry. [Sticking out half of his tongue, he licks short stripes over a pectoral and takes in as little of the spend possible at a time]

[ Dorian can’t help a shiver as he feels the warm tongue, the feeling different than the cooling spend on his heated skin. His breath hitches as Tary continues to lick up the mess he’d left, the blood rushing between his ears and throughout his body, sending a flush across his cheeks. His body trembles, and biting the inside of his cheek he shuts his eyes, trying to drown out the mocking cries of the guards around them.

He’s not enjoying this… he’s not. He can’t be.

The guard holding Taryon’s head keeps a firm grip in his hair, keeping him still and only moving him when he feels Tary has cleaned up enough of the seed in each spot.

“There you go,” he says, lightly stroking Tary’s cock to keep him just on edge, just enough for him to need relief without getting any. “See, he’s enjoying it too. You don’t have to worry.” ]

Nnnn...

[His aching cock trembles at the relief provided by the helping hand, but he can't let them have this. He can't let them think he enjoys this. What if it only makes things worse?

The guard yanks him to position his mouth over a nipple. It's not dirty, thank the gods, but Taryon knows what they want. He gives the nub a flick with a finger.

"See? He's into this. Fuck, I wish that were me."]

Nnngh… [ Dorian sucks in a breath, the flick to his pebbled nipple sending another spark of heat through him, and he can’t help squirming as he tries to fight down the arousal threatening to fill his length.

He doesn’t want this. He doesn’t.

C’mon, you can do better than that, blonde,” one of the guards watching calls. “Give it some proper attention!” ]

No—

[The guard is ready for that protest and pulls on his hair.

"I know you can do better! Mikhail, help him out."

"Finally..." The guard who had been disappointed when his turn was put on hold drops his pants and crawls onto the bed, positioning himself behind Taryon. "Better get ready, pretty boy."

Taryon latches himself onto the nipple and sucks onit desperately. Never has he thought he could lap and the hard bud so quickly, even though this isn't a spell that will successfully push all these men away.]

[ Dorian gasps, the sudden warmth surrounding his nipple sending a sharper jolt through him. ]

O-Oooh…!

[ His hands twist in the rope bindings, and his body arches off the bed, unconsciously pressing himself more against Tary.

“There we go,” the guard over both of them croons, and the rest gathered around cheer and groan at the display. “That’s what we wanna see. That’s what gets good boys some nice rewards.”

The guard continues to stroke Tary’s length, until the one named Mikhail settles behind Tary and takes over. He positions Tary’s hips, holding his cock steady as he forces Tary’s hips lower, until the tip of his cock brushes against Dorian’s opening. ]

[Taryon moans into Dorian's chest. He can feel him body push into a lustful headiness. His balls swing beneath him and twitch as they attempt to draw up thanks to the additional stimulation. And then it lets go.

Relief is replaced by fear as strong hands grab his hips, and Taryon fights against the hand in his hair, making distressed yells while his mouth his muffled. Mikhail is too close, he's going to fuck him from behind, he can't, he can't, he can't!

"Quit it." Mikhail shoves his hips downward, and Taryon realizes exactly what was planned. He's going to take the guards' place. He'll do the exact horrible thing to Dorian. "Don't make this harder for us. We deserve something decent after a hard day's work."

With the hand not aligning Taryon's cock to Dorian's hold, Mikhail grips Tary's ass, fingers dipping into the soiled crevice, and pushes him closer. "Want me to do all the shoving for you?"

Taryon can't look Dorian in the eye from down here. He can't whisper an apology. Does he know Taryon doesn't mean it? Does he know that he's not doing it for his own enjoyment?

(Face it. He wanted Dorian the moment he laid eyes on him. He wanted to be the one pulling him onto his lap, not those old businessmen. He wanted to be inside of him, hearing his voice call out for more, not this hideous guards and their philistine eyes.)

Mikhail's finger digs deeper into Taryon. He squeezes his eyes and angles his hips forward. Past that first ring, such an unfamiliar feeling, and not stopping. He doesn't know what is the right speed. All he knows that every time, it was too far. One move, and he'll get it over with.]

[ Dorian shudders as he feels the heated tip at his entrance, feels Taryon’s muffled protests against his skin. It was terrible, this whole situation was horrible, what they were being forced to do.

(Then why was he so aroused by it? Why did he it make him feel better that Tary would be the one to fuck him this time instead of the guards? What kind of twisted, sick person was he to prefer to make the other man suffer - to let him be forced to take him - for his own relief? )

His voice catches on a weak sound as the length sinks deeper into him, a choked off moan as he spreads his legs wider to accommodate for the new intrusion. He tries to ignore the excitement of the guards watching, but even knowing they were seeing all this somehow still had his own cock twitching. ]

[Taryon knows they're judging him as he sinks deeper. He wastes no time in letting Dorian relax and get used to his cock, just going deeper, deeper...

He opens his mouth around Dorian's nipple and grazes his teeth over the soft skin. It wouldn't hurt, would it? The men would get their show, and Taryon can focus on anything else. Perhaps...Perhaps Dorian would feel better if more effort was put into his pleasure.]

[ Sucking in a sharp breath, Dorian can’t help a sharp moan. What Tary is doing suddenly feels… different somehow, and he can’t help curving his body up into the attention, so much gentler than anything else he’d been subjected to so far.

And he knows it’s exactly what the guards want, given the way they laugh and mock and cheer and moan. But was it bad to just let himself feel it, to take whatever he could get to make this terrible situation even just a bit better?

Behind Tary, Mikhail groans, sliding two fingers into the blond man’s entrance and spreading them, stretching his entrance open. “Fuck yeah, that’s hot,” he hisses over them, his hand releasing Tary’s dick now that he’s moving on his own. Instead he starts to stroke his own cock as he gets into position behind Tary. “This is gonna be fun.” ]

[This could be beautiful. Dorian's moans are delicious and spur Taryon to embrace his role and make this night worth all of the suffering if just to make them both happy. Mikhail ruins it.]

Ah! [He releases Dorian's nipple when two thick fingers jab inside his hole and stretch him impatiently, and the man holding his head decides it's time that he clean the rest of the mess on Dorian.

"Come on, you have work to do. I want to see that tongue of yours."

Taryon angles his head as to hide his face. Bit by bit, he laps up streaks of cooling cum, drawing a wet line up the blue chest, his cock moving upward as he slides higher to get the furthest bits.]

[ Dorian whimpers softly, the other man's tongue tickling across his skin as Tary cleans him, sending more sparks flickering through his body. But it's the cock inside him, the slightest shift that sends more heat pooling into his core.

But Mikhail, eager as he is, soon withdraws his fingers from Tary and lines up his cock to his entrance, a heated moan rumbling in his chest as he thrusts into Tary, pushing him even deeper into Dorian. ]

Aah! [Taryon keens and arches his back. It's too fast, he's too full, and Dorian completely swallow him. His spreads his legs to accommodate the thickness inside him, and Mikhail sinks deep enough that Taryon has to lower his ass and raises his head.

He locks eye with Dorian for a brief moment before he shudders as Mikhail pulls out, then moans when he pushes himself to the hilt.]

[ Dorian meets Tary’s gaze - his own eyes glassy, his face flushed, his breathing shaky - then lets his head fall back as a moan rumbles from his chest as the rocking motion from the guard pushes Tary harder and deeper into him.

He knows the other man is suffering, being forced to take him as well as being taken. But his body can’t help reacting to the heated length in his channel, his muscles squeezing around it. He feels terrible about it, but he tries to ignore the sounds of the other guards to focus just on the sensations throughout his body.

Anything to make this more bearable. ]

[Pinned like before: Dorian on his cock, a monster inside him. He can't even move at his own pace. Mikhail pumps him at an impatient pace, and Taryon's movements are jerky and erratic as he's constantly interrupted mid-thrust.

One blessing is that Mikhail is trying to strike Taryon's prostate. On on particular thrust, it rams it head-on, and Taryon cries out, feeling pleased for the first time. The moment is fleeting, and the men watching groan as the pounding continues.

At least there's Dorian. He grips Dorian's waist and angles himself so as he's being beaten, hips shifting hips target Dorian's sweet spot.]

[ The moment Taryon finds it, Dorian keens sharply, his body arching and curving up into Tary’s, adding more of the delighted groans from the onlooking guards.

Bound as he is, he can’t even reach up to touch the other man, to offer any comfort that he can. He can only lie there, helpless, as Tary is forced into him by the man pounding into him from behind. ]

[He only wants to hear Dorian, not the men watching his every move. He wants to take his time, tell him that he wants to do anything else but this, but he's rammed onto Dorian before he fully regains control of his voice.

Before long, his mouth has dropped open to moan as his body tightens and he's pounded closer to climax.]

[ The sound from Tary seems to rumble through him, and he answers with a similar moan as the other man is forced deep into him. He squeezes around Tary’s cock, the only thing he can really do as the heat continues to build despite himself. As much as he knows neither of them want this, his body can’t help reacting regardless. ]

[Their joined moans, with the artifice of a consensual and loving tryst, has the men excitedly cheering them on, though it's Mikhail thrusting into him that's spurring Taryon to continue more than anything. As his cock leaks with long-awaited satisfaction, he lowers his head and thinks of anything else.

Home. Thinking of Dorian, thinking of something other than the hot breath on his back, but it's to no avail. Not that he needed a long distraction: being on the edge for so long, it takes little for Taryon to finally cry and shudder as he shoots his seed into Dorian; he continues to moan as Mikhail goes on as before, uncaring of how he overstimulates Taryon.]

Nn- n--! Too much...!

[ As Tary is thrust into him once again, his cock hits his prostate once more, and it’s enough to push Dorian over the edge as well. He cries out as his cock sprays his seed between their bodies, as he feels the rush of heat flowing inside him as well.

But he isn’t given a chance to rest, as Mikhail pounding into Taryon still forces the other man to rock into him, and soon he can’t help writhing, his hands twisting in the bonds as it becomes too much. ]

Nnngh…! P-Please, I-I can’t…!

["Ooh, fuck, please, keep begging..." One of the men groans while relishing in their protests. One of them finishes into his hand, and others are fixated on Dorian's face while he writhes helplessly.

Mikhail snaps his hips harder than ever before, prompting Taryon to cry out and claw at the bedsheets.] Ah! Stop! Ah...ah! Oh god, stop!

[Another man finishes, this time dirtying Taryon's back. "Keep going. This is hot."]

[ Dorian shudders, his cries becoming desperate whines and whimpers as he’s stimulated to the point of pain, the ongoing thrust of even the softened cock still sending shockwaves throughout his body. He tugs at the rope as he tries to twist his body away, anything to find some reprieve.

But then some of the guards grab his legs, pinning him down and keeping him still, forcing him to take the continued pounding. Some of them continue to stroke themselves before they finally cum, spraying their seed across Dorian’s body and further staining his blue skin with white. ]

[Mikhails heavy grunting fills Taryon's ears, and he attempts to drown those out, along with the pain, with loud keening and begging for it all to end. It earns them more streaks of cum for their performance.

An eternity of torture passes before a wet heat fills Taryon, and the overstimulation subsides. The shuddering of a cock inside him has never felt so relieving as it did now.

He collapses onto Dorian and pants for a brief second before he allows himself to truly, fully, cry.]

[ A relieved gasp bubbles out of Dorian when the cock in him finally stills, though it trails off into a breathless sound as Tary collapses on top of him. His own body sags, exhausted, and tears of his own prickle the corner of his eyes as he feels a shuddering sob pass through the man on top of him.

He swallows the lump in his throat and blinks them back, though, as one of the guards leans over them, a lecherous smirk spread across his face.

“Aww that’s cute,” the guard says as he reaches down to stroke Dorian’s face with a mocking gentle touch, and Dorian still can’t help wincing at it. “You two don’t think you’re done yet, do you? There’s still a bunch of us waiting our turns.” ]

No...

[Taryon whispers in between sobs and gasps. Mikhail gets up and slides himself out of Taryon in a swift motion as if unsheathing a sword to show off his brandishing skills. It successfull gets an "ooh" from the watchers while Taryon winces at the unexpected stretch.]

Why? Why can't you leave us alone?

["Lord Karnon won't let us touch his things any other time. Besides, we're teaching you an important lesson."

"Better get used to this, sweethearts."

"And better learn not to fight us next time," another spanks Taryon with this threat. "Get out of him. It's my turn."]

[ Dorian can’t help a whimper, Tary’s cock shifting inside him at the spank. But when the other man doesn’t move fast enough some guards move to “help”, hauling him up and off Dorian, who whines at the abrupt feeling of being empty and cum dripping out of his hole.

The guard over him laughs, patting his cheek condescendingly. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’ll be filled up again soon enough.”

Another pair of hands untie the rope from the headboard, but his wrists are still bound together as he’s forced up, lifted so that he can be placed in the guard’s lap while another one sits in front of him. But even sandwiched between the two men he can still see Tary and what was happening to him. ]

[Taryon is shoved onto the other side of the bed, where he collapses onto his side. His weak legs are grabbed and spread while his stomach lies on the bed.

He digs his face into the sheets and braces himself for whatever horrid thing they're going to put into him next. Two pairs of hands press on his back while another man with a raging-red cock crawls between his legs and lifts his ass to meet the head.

"I'm a nice guy, blondie. I'm not into seeing guys getting dicked down when they don't want it, so I want to hear you beg for me. I wanna hear you love it. Got it?"

Taryon doesn't respond; his stomach threatens to empty its contents again if he even things of agreeing. There's not much of a choice. A familiar wet bluntness presses into his hole and slowly eases itself in.]

Nn... [He squeezes his eyes shut and mashes his face into the soft surface beneath him as he's filled up once again.

"Come one, don't be shy. I can tell you're starting to love this."]

Mm...you're big... [At least that's a truth.]

[ Across the bed, the guard holding Dorian doesn’t wait or need to hear him ask, as he lowers him onto his cock. Dorian cries out as he’s impaled once again, his muscles unconsciously fluttering around the thick shaft inside him.

“Mmm,” the guard groans, rocking his hips up to bury himself deeper into Dorian’s passage. “Fuck he feels so good.”

The guard in front of him spreads his legs, opening him up wider and teasing a finger in his stuffed hole. “Think he can take another?”

Dorian’s breath hitches, his eyes wide as the words sink in, almost at the same time as the finger that slides in alongside the cock already in hums, stretching him just the bit more. ]

N-No… n-no, no, please…! [ He squirms, but the guard behind him wraps an arm around his waist, pinning him in place. ]

[Taryon can't see what they're doing to Dorian, but he can hear too clearly. His stomach drops at the thought of haveing to do that. What if they try to put two of themselves in him? Is this what they're going to do if Taryon doesn't play the part of the happy slut?

"Hey! Are you liking this or not?" The man behind Taryon snaps his hips.]

Ah! Yes, I love it! You're really good, and I want more! I love it!

["Shhh, shhh, don't try to play it up. It makes you look desperate." The man shoos the hands pinning Taryon away and lays atop him, using his own body to trap him. "I love how vocal you are. I can't wait to hear you moan and scream for more." He kisses Taryon's ear. "Call me Captain while we're together."]

Y-yes, Captain...

[ Dorian cries out as the finger sinks deeper, hooking and stretching his muscles even more. He shakes his head, pleading and begging for them to stop, but the words are cut off as a second finger joins the first alongside the cock.

“Relax, sweetheart,” the guard in front of him says, and Dorian whines as the fingers wriggle around in him. “It’ll hurt a lot worse if you fight it.”

A third finger enters him, spreading out to stretch him even more, and Dorian’s held falls back against the shoulder of the guard behind him. It hurts, it’s too much, and yet more heat pulses through his body, pooling in his core even as he squirms fruitlessly, desperate to get away. ]

[Taryon hisses through his teeth as he's stretched open - almost lovingly, if he could forget everything that happened until now. His mind cuts the cord connecting his mouth and his body begging him to scream and demand that these men stop. He is silent for a good minute as the Captain (Tary wonders if that's just his dream position and not his actual rank) rocks himself into Taryon--

"Hey," He grabs Tary's hair and lifts him up. "You don't like this? You want to switch with your friend?"

he sees Dorian speared on a guard who is still wearing his shirt, his legs forced open and set of fingers squeezing into his stuffed hole. Better him than me, says Taryon's instinct to survive. He has to be grateful. He has to enjoy this.]

No. No, please, move-- move faster, Captain. [An awful line inspired by awful prose, but if it plays into his fantasies, then it can stop there: just an imagined scene and nothing painful.] Captain, you're so big, I w-- I wa---I want you...

[ The fingers continue to thrust into him, spreading wide to stretch is already stuffed channel. Dorian’s hands twist in the ropes, weakly trying to push away the guard in front of him, to spare him from what he knew was coming. ]

P-Please, don’t… i-it’s too much, I can’t…!

[ “I think you can,” the guard says, finally withdrawing his fingers. Then he grabs a bottle from one of the others, pouring oil into his cock and spreading it carelessly. “You seem like the type who just loves<\i> being filled up, so we’re just giving you what you want.”

“Just go slow,” the guard behind Dorian warns. “Remember, Lord Karnon doesn’t want us breaking his new toys.”

A sob hitches in Dorian’s throat as the guards speak, as if he was nothing more than just an object for them to use for their pleasure. ]

[Taryon curls into himself, and the man on top of him slides his hands underneath him, up his chest, and pinches his nipples. He can't find it in himself to enjoy the sensation.

"Good boy. I want to give my favorite prisoner everything he wants." He pulls Taryon up, who drops his hands onto the bed. Now on his hands and knees, he has full view of Dorian's tears. He can't pay attention to the clattering of metal and discussions around him when his eyes are glued to the horror show behind him. It has to be impossible to take two cocks. Dorian is going to die. He will witness the genasi be split in two.

Then something cold is inserted into his mouth: something round, and then a click. As he flicks his tongue around, he realizes it's a ball gag.

"Silver looks good on you," a man who is currently wrapping a collar around Taryon says while the "captain" warms his cock. Another man has a chain prepared to attach to a hook on the collar, and when they're done. "Good boy! Now be a good little pet and move. You like being fucked by your master."

It's impossible to speak out against it, but Taryon gets the message once he's yanked on his chain and rocks himself on his hands and knees to bounce on the cock.]

[ He feels the tip of the second cock press against the rim of his entrance, trying to slide in alongside the first. He shakes his head, his body trembling as he pleads for them them to stop. But his cries are ignored as the guard pushes forward, and he screams as his hole is stretched even further as the second cock forces its way inside.

It slides in agonizingly slow, and Dorian’s voice pitches higher as he can almost feel his muscles making way for it, his insides being rearranged to accommodate both cocks. It’s too much, there’s no way both can fit, they were going to tear him apart…!

And then finally, finally the second cock hilts inside him, and another sob bubbles out of Dorian as his muscles unconsciously flutter around the two stiff rods, feeling so impossibly full and stretched farther than he thought even possible.

The guard in front of him chuckles a low, lustful sound as he takes Dorian’s bound hands, looping his arms around his neck in a mockery of a lover’s embrace. “See?” the guard says. “I knew you could take both. You were born to be stuffed with cocks.”

Any further protests or pleas he might have are cut off as the guard kisses him, but he can’t help the muffled moans that start to rise from his throat as the two start to move, their cocks dragging against his walls and sending spikes of heat and pleasurable pain throughout his body. ]

[The screams of pain just inches from Taryon had his quivering. He can hear more rustling of metal, and in the moment he wishes that he was just fucked roughly like the first man. This isn't just being used to get everyone off; he's some specimen to poke and prod at.

Though he's gently rocked into, Tary has never been more terrified. One of the guards slips his hand under Taryon's chest and clamps a cold piece of metal around a nipple. The force with which it squeezes him sends him shuddering, then again when the second nipple clamp pinches him, but the worst part is the way they pull down on his nubs. Each second is a battle against soreness, but when the guard inside him bumps into him, the clamps jangle and pull on his sensitive skin.

He can't even women his mouth to catch his breath between each thrust.

"Fuck, he looks good like this. I think he should keep it on. It'll teach him to stop screaming" A shared chuckle rises among the spectators.

"Maybe he likes the pain," another says. "When you're done, he gotta try the other stuff."

[ No matter what he did, it wasn't enough to ease the sensation rippling through him; every small movement, every shift, even just his body trembling caused the cocks in him to jostle, sending molten heat up his spine. But even tensing and trying to stay still had his muscles squeezing around the thick rods, and he could feel every inch of them rub against his walls as they moved him up and down their lengths.

Made worse was the other sensations across his body. One pair of hands hooked under his knees, holding his legs wide open to better accommodate their shafts and brace him to lift him easier. Another pair of hands trailed along his chest, groping and rubbing, pinching and tweaking his nipples. The guard in front of him continued to kiss him, sliding his tongue into his mouth to taste, rough and possessive. The one behind him kissed at his neck, biting and sucking his skin, marking and claiming.

It all felt like too much, yet no matter how it felt like he was being pushed to a breaking point it never came. A part of him wishes it would, to break if only to let his mind fade away from what was happening to him. But he isn't even given that mercy, instead forced to feel everything that was happening, over and over again. ]

["Fuck," the man behind Taryon grunts, "I need more."

"Let's see..." Taryon turns his head to watch the men (those that weren't stroking themselves) dig into a sack like children deciding on the single toy they are allowed to play with, then pull out a curved rod.

Taryon had never used one on himself, but he knows that shape and where it's meant to go.

"The genasi can take it, then so can he. It'll feel good!"

Taryon shakes his head violently and yells his protest through his gag, but to no avail. The dildo is greased and handed over to the man inside Tary, who is invigorated by this sexual spice. He pushes the head in the ring of muscle, and Tary protectively clenches around the cock.

He's seen Dorian. He knows the pain that will come. He can't do it, he can't do it.

There's an angry growl, and the dildo is rammed through the tight entrance. Taryon's muffled shriek might have not have happened, as the guards do not react in horror.]

[ The guards may not have heard it, but Dorian certainly did, a muffled echo of his own cries as he's continually bounced on the two men's cocks, the constant stimulation sending jolts throughout his body.

Beside the bed other guards continue to stroke themselves, one of them groaning as he comes into his hand. "Ah fuck," he says. "He sure is loud, isn't he?"

Suddenly Dorian feels his mouth filled with fingers as the guard who just came thrusts them past his lips, coating his tongue with his spend. "There you go, slut," he says. "You love the taste of cum, yeah? Get them nice and clean."

"Hey come on," the guard in front of Dorian complains. "I like hearing him scream."

Dorian whimpers, muffled now as the fingers spread the man's seed all throughout his mouth. They once again talk about him like he's just a toy, a thing to be used, and he feels tears burn in the back of his eyes as he's forced to take it all. ]

[The burning doesn't end. First the rod moves deep inside, then the cock, then the rod is angled into his prostate and Taryon feels like he could vomit when a moan tumbles from his throat. After that, he can't tell when the man is the toy move, only that his inner walls are constantly shifting and stretching.

Just as the pain starts to fade, he's pounded by the two shafts inside of him. Taryon is thrust forth violently with each pump, and his screams are longer as the nipple clamps yank his sensitive nubs harshly. It doesn't get better with time — no matter what's moving at any given moment, it's too rough that the pain and terror are all that Tary can think of.]

[ Dorian doesn't know how long the torture lasts, just that it's too long. With his hole properly stretched around the cocks, the guards bounce him faster, dragging his passage along their lengths and sending more heat coiling in his core.

Then suddenly they slam him down on their cocks hard, and his screams are muffled by the fingers still in his mouth as they come inside him, their seed burning white hot as they fill him up.

He's full... so full. ]

[Somehow, after what feels like a lifetime...or as Taryon just thinks he will die like this, a hot liquid bursts inside him and he comes to a stop. The clamps continue to swing and distract him from what's happening around him, but it's a welcome pain.

Everything hurts. Tears roll down his cheeks. He recalls reading thay if someone is stabbed, pulling out the blade will worsen the wound. If the two spears trapped in him pull out, he fears he will not last thag agony.]

[ The fingers in his mouth withdraw at the same time he's lifted up off the cocks, their tips catching on his hole before pulling out with a wet pop. His breath hitches with a sob as he's suddenly empty, feeling so hollowed out and limp as he's tossed back onto the bed like a rag doll.

As the two guards that were in him move away, the rest of the ones at the side of the bed all come as well, spraying his body with their seed. He can feel it all, staining his skin and leaking out of his hole, stretched so far he isn't sure if it would ever return to normal. ]

[The rod moves first. Taryon's body threatens to snap in half as the soreness spreads through his core, and he shudders once it's removed.

The cock takes its time in sliding out, and Taryon's head drops to the bed. He can't stay up any more. He can't tell if his body will ever work again.

He winces and whimpers as his entrance is stretched one last time with a wet noised, and his drops his hips into the bed. Cum splatters over his raised ass as men leer over his sore and used hole, some even touching his thighs and ass as if he were an erotic plaything.

Someone pulls on a clamp. Taryon cracks open an eye and finds other guards watching his face for every wince and tear as they abuse his sensitive nipples. There's not respite even after the end, is there?]

[ Dorian whimpers softly as he feels a hand in his hair, smoothing back the cum-sticky locks before trailing down his cheek and tilting his face up.

"Think we better call it here," the guard over him says. "They might break pretty soon if we keep going, and Lord Karnon won't be happy."

There's a chorus of grumbles from the other guards still surrounding the bed. "Man..." one of them gripes. "I wanted a turn with one of 'em."

Dorian takes a few ragged breaths, his body trembling. Was that it? Is it finally over? ]

[The guards toying with Taryon also grumble, but they don't consider keeping these trinkets of submissiveness on Tary to be "ruining" him. It's extra fun before they have to leave.

"You'll get your turn later. After they take a break." The guard traces Dorian's stained lips either a thumb. "We were ordered to keep them open. That takes more than one night."

Taryon swallow thickly. "Should we wash them up? He might want them in the morning."

"Fair plan. Hey, take those clamps off. It'll make him too heavy to move. But, hah, keep the gag. I'm sick of his whining."

Taryon shuts his eyes and hopes he can fall asleep right now. Heavy weights disappear from his nipples, then string arms lift hims up and hoist him over a shouolder.

"Blondie's behaving better. Looks like all he needed was a good fuck."]

[ "Blueboy is pretty tame now too," another guard observes, lifting Dorian up and carrying him in his arms, if only to avoid getting cum on his uniform. "We should put a collar on him too, I bet he'd look good with one. I'm surprised Lord Karnon didn't put one on them already."

Dorian whines as he's carried by the guard to what looks like the washroom. A part of him expects the guards to just drop them there and leave, but he feels his stomach turns as the guard sets him in what feels like a tub and lingers nearby.

They don't intend on leaving them just yet, do they? ]

[Taryon closes his eyes though there's no chance to take a nap. He's lowered into the tub beside Dorian and lolls his head on the rim. The gag is too deep to taste anything else, nor does it allow his jaw to relax.

As his unfocused, half-lidded eyes turn to Dorian, water is poured into their shared tub, as is crude shampoo over their hair.

He's too tired to fight. If he falls asleep, he hopes that will make them leave him alone.]

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[ Dorian doesn't resist as the guards' hands run over his body, equal parts groping him as much as they clean the sticky cum from his skin. He can only shudder a little as they touch him, whining softly as fingers prob at his stretched hole, almost as if digging around to clean the seed they'd left inside him.

Their hands are rough, but it still sends flashes of heat through his body, as he can only lie there and let them do as they please. ]

[Strong hands turn Taryon's head this way and that, others lather his beard and hair, more run over his chest. It could have been the basis of a fantasy of his: held assuringly and fondled, and his body warms up to find something positive about all this.

Someone reaches between his legs to wipe his cock, and he's jerked back into reality. Taryon groans and freezes up as the men find every excuse to rub themselves over him in the name of getting clean.]

[ The fingers continue working inside him, and Dorian can't tell anymore if they were trying to clean out the cum or push it farther in. He whines softly as more fingers are added, his hole so stretched that he worries that they might try to fit their entire hand in him.

They don't, fortunately, but a hand starts to clean his dick, and another whimper escapes him as he feels it twitch weakly in their grasp. ]

[His body is tired, and there is no point in fighting back when he's filthy and he can't speak. It's better to let this happen, even though a pleasant warmth blooms whenever someone rubs his thigh or sticks his fingers too deep in his ass.

It's better than before. It means it's almost over.

As they near the end of the bath, one by one the hands disappear from their bodies. Those that aren't rinsing the last of the soap from their heads or checking every crevice are watching the two weakened men be manhandled and groped they're watched, especially Taryon with his eyes closed and the image if a helpless toy.]

[ Though Dorian's eyes are open, his gaze is unfocused as he lets the men wash an manipulate his body, just as equally dazed and helpless as his companion. He hears the drone of the guards' voices over them, though he doesn't catch any of the words, and soon their bodies are being lifted out of the tub.

He shudders as the guards dry them, running a towel over their bodies. The towel itself is soft, but the guards rough handling makes it difficult to enjoy it. ]

[Taryon cracks his eyes open as he's towered off. Great care is taken to scrub his legs, then his chest, and his cock and balls are patted gently.

He closes his eyes and lets his head drop back while he's carried by more arms than necessary.

They toss Taryon onto the bed, and he bounces and rolls onto his stomach.] Mm! [Someone reaches for the gag and unbuckles it. "Let's get them ready for tomorrow. Lord Karnon would appreciate seeing them like this when he wakes up."

"Rope?"

"In the next room."

Taryon raises his head to protest, but the words fail to form in his dry mouth.

"Shhh." A guard holds a hand to Taryon's mouth. "Just to make sure you don't run off."]

[ Dorian shudders as he's dried completely, the towel running over every part of his body. Then the guards carry him back into the other room and toss him onto the bed with Taryon.

"It'll probably be easier if they were back to back," one guard comments idly.

Some of the guards that left have returned, carrying a couple of things that make Dorian suddenly feel nervous. He weakly starts to stir, but the guards easily hold him down. ]

[When the first cord of rope wraps around Taryons arm, he finds a new panicked energy deep in his limp body and jerks away. The guard tries again, but like a beaches fish using the last of its life to desperately return to the safety of the sea, he flings his arms away.

"You little shit!" The guard drops the rope and slaps Taryon in the face with full force.]

Ah! [Tary holds a hand to his reddened cheek.

"You need another lesson?! You're nothing around here! Your job is to listen to me! To all of us!" He starts beating his arms, his torso, and Taryon twitches with each strike. "Who do you think you are, whining and acting like a brat all the time?!"]

[ "Hey, careful," one of the other guards says as he winds some rope around Dorian's arm, who is too exhausted to resist. "We're not supposed to break them too much, remember?"

Still, he doesn't move to stop the other guard as he beats Taryon, instead focusing on tying Dorian's arms behind his back as another guard brings over a U-shaped looking toy with many bumps and ridges covering its surface. ]

Please...! [His ugly sobs continue as the guard refuses to stop even after Taryon submits, berating him and throwing every foul name he can give to the ungrateful where. Taryon should be thankful that he's being treated so well, than they're washing him, that he has a bed to sleep on, and he had better be grateful that they used oil in the first place.

When he's done, Taryon is crying facedown on the bed. He makes no effort to resist as his arms are pulls behind his back and ropes are laced over his spread legs.]

[ "Geez, not so rough," the other guard admonishes as he twists rope around Dorian's legs as well. "You know Lord Karnon only wants marks left that he or his guests have made."

Dorian whimpers as the guard holding the toy steps closer, but he can't move as other guards hold him down. Both ends of the toys are coated with oil, and Dorian's legs are spread wide as one side is slowly pushed into his opening. He gasps, crying out as the thick toy still somehow manages to stretch him, and he feels the bumps and ridges scrape the walls of muscles. ]

N-No, please...

[ His pleas go ignored as the toy is pushed farther, only about halfway before the rope around his legs is tightened, closing his legs and keeping the toy trapped tight inside him. Then he and Tary are rearranged to lie on their side, back to back as their bound hands tied together with another piece of rope. ]

["Tch." He pulls away and turns to the corner where the group's armor and weapons had been tossed aside. "If he asks any questions, tell him he struggled too much."

Taryon's legs are folded backward and tied to his hips. Rope coils around his chest like a spider's web, and he's rolled onto his side, watching the men before him put on their armor and reach behind him for something else--]

Augh! [Forget the double penetration, this ridged and hard object has his body screaming for it to pull out, but Taryon has learned his lesson. He can't cry out. He can't tell them to stop. He can't take any more of a beating.]

What are you doing?! [He turns to one of them, begging for some kindness with watery eyes.

"Keeping you open until morning. We'll get you when you're done. Now, don't try to move and we'll be nice to you. Got it?"]

[ Dorian's breath hitches as the toy is inserted into Tary, causing it to shift inside him as well. Once it's firmly inside both of them it brings their bodies closer together, making it easier for the guards to tie them up together. Rope winds around both of them, making sure that they not only can't escape but can't even pull away from one another, so that neither of them will be able to get off the toy inside them.

"There," the last guard says as he finishes tying the rope around them. "They really do look pretty together, don't they?"

Dorian whimpers softly as the guard pats his cheek, then pulls out one last thing - a collar that he fixes saying Dorian's neck.

"Now you two be good and stay here, and we'll come and get you when Lord Karnon needs you." ]

[Two presents, all prettied up and their holes facing whoever enters the room. The guards congratulate each other for their good work and a job well done, looking forward to the next time they can destress with the new slaves. After all, if they do their job well, they get rewarded.

The door slams behind them. Dorian and Taryon are finally left alone in the dark room with dying candlelight.

Taryon is too full to dare think of moving.] Are they really going to leave us like this...? I don't know if I can go to sleep.

[ Dorian tries to swallow the lump in his throat, his body tense to keep from moving too much. Even just the faintest movement jostles the toy inside him, and he's sure that the other man would feel it too. ]

I-I don't... think we really have a choice.

[Dorain shifts slightly, and the dildo inside Taryon angles itself to press into his walls.]

Ow! [He clenches around the base to keep it still.]

S-Sorry...! [ He forces himself to keep still, not wanting to cause either of them any more discomfort than they were already in.

His own walls flutter around the dildo, and Dorian can't help a shudder as the bumps and ridges press against the sensitive muscles. ]

[Taryon can't help but wonder if he would enjoy this if it was Dorian that put the dildo inside him. If he wouldn't enjoy being spread wide open if it was Dorian inside him.

But it's not, and those men are coming back.]

Can...can we get out of this? [He moves his arms about, but it's no use. These knots weren't tied to be easily slid out of like a silken handkerchief.] I'm so sorry.

[To Dorian. To his father.]

I'm so sorry. I...I didn't mean...

I-I'm not... sure... [ He twists his hands against the ropes, but the bindings hold fast. There's too much twisted and tangled between them that even if he could get a part of him free, they would still be too tied together to get free.

The apologies have him pause a moment, and after a moment's hesitation he feels around for Tary's hand with his own, his fingers gently brushing against the other man's. ]

It's not your fault. We... We were both forced to do things.

[ It's what he has to tell himself, to make himself feel better about his own body's reactions. Because if he thinks that he might have enjoyed it... he doesn't know if he could live with himself. ]

[It's strange, feeling a kind hand on his. Dorian's fingers are softer than he imagined, as if he had grown up without having to hard physical labor.

His own fingers brush him back. It's a small mercy that their hands are free to feel each other.]

Are you...alright? It sounded - [Like he was in pain? Like he didn't enjoy it? Of course neither of them enjoyed it.] It sounded like it really hurt.

[ After everything that's happened so far, it's strange how much just that light brush of fingers helps. Maybe they're both just that desperate for kindness, for gentleness, that even just this feels like a blessing. ]

I-It... It was a lot. [ His voice is soft as he admits this, quiet and small. ] I... knew it could be bad, but I wasn't prepared for anything like this.

How about you? How are... you holding up?

[Taryon could laugh at that question: How are you? Small talk in the midst of this nightmare of an evening as if there was nothing else to talk about.

Gods, he wishes that was the case.]

Bad. [He glances down, seeing the red spots where he was struck by the guard.] So bad. They - those things they put on me hurt.

[ Dorian could only hum a soft agreement. ] I'm sorry.

[ There wasn't really anything else to say. What comfort could he really offer? He couldn't say things will get better, because he's sure their situation would only get worse.

Could there have been more he could have done to help? Even with what the guards were doing to him, could he have done something more to help the other man? ]

[There is nothing Taryon can say in return. They both saw what happened. Acknowledging what happened means reliving it. It means remembering that he saw Dorian with desire at times. It means that Taryon is a twisted soul deep inside, if he enjoyed some of this.

His entrance flutters around the dildo. What if he just got used to this and tried to accept that he enjoyed being used?]

They can't do to us every day. They... [His voice is wet.] they can't. I think they ruined me. They - I'm just...

[ Dorian gives Tary's fingers a gentle squeeze. ] I know. I - [ His voice skips with a hitch. ] I don't know how much more of it I can take.

[ This was all still just their first day, and it was already too much. How much more would it take before they break completely? Before Dorian becomes exactly what they think he is, and admits that he enjoys the way they use him, that he's exactly the whore they think he is? ]

He'll come back. We have to run away when he does. We—

[His body is sore, his legs are weak. Their clothes have been stripped away by the guards. What are they going to do, run to the nearest town completely naked?

There is no hope, is there? Taryon's voice cuts off.]

...You know, it's sick to think so, but I'm glad we're facing it together.

[ Dorian releases a slow, shaky breath. They can't leave right away, not like that. As difficult as it is to endure, they would have to for a while at least. Let their captors think they're completely submissive, so they can strike while their guard is down.

If they can survive that long. ]

Y-Yeah... I know what you mean. It's... easier not going through this alone.

I-

["I'm glad it's you," won't go over well. If Dorian doesn't know that Taryon wants him, then he'll stay. They can stay together until they leave, and only then can Taryon confess that he wants to hold him and be the only one to have him.]

I think you and I can get through it. [He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath. The muscles around the dildo relax.] Just one more night.

...right.

[ He has a terrible feeling that it would be more than just one more night in this place, that they'll have to endure a lot more before they can find a way to escape. But he doesn't want to dash the other man's hope. ]

We'll get through this.

[ That, at least, he can be sure of. ]

[Taryon doesn't respond. Remaining in the waking world for any longer will have memories and despair resurface. He allows his mind to drift away and falls asleep.

When morning comes, no sunlight gently rouses the two men. There are no windows in this dungeon of silky sheets and expensive tapestries. Servants walk past their door without any care about what occurred in that room last night, and Taryon's dreams are a black void.

Lord Karnon slowly goes through his morning routine, takes his breakfast, and enjoys the quiet of the day. There will be much to do in the afternoon, but he has plans on properly meeting his new boytoys.]

[ Eventually Dorian falls into an uneasy sleep as well, waking every so often due to discomfort, but without being able to move too much drifts on and off again. Occasionally he hears footsteps passing by the room, but for a long while no one enters.

It's difficult to tell how much time passes in the room, no way to tell time or indicate what's going on outside of the room. But after what feels like forever he hears the door open, and the sound of heavy footsteps has his heart racing and his stomach twisting. ]

[The sudden appearance of heavy, plodding steps startles Taryon out of his slumber. When he twists to get a look at the source, the dildo rubs against his walls, and he winces at the sudden burst of sensation.

Lord Karnon stands, watching the dual penetrated holes and his toys wrapped up by his loyal guards like a present.

"I should commend my guards. They made you look better than when I left you." He steps up to Dorian and traces the back of his thigh with his hand. It moves up, nearly, touching the dildo, and continues onto his back.]

[ Dorian sucks in a sharp breath as the dildo moves inside him as well. But a shudder runs through him as Lord Karnon's shadow falls over them.

He can't help tensing, a soft whimper escaping him at Lord Karnon's touch, deceptively gentle as the rather rough fingers trail over his skin. The desire to beg is strong, for the man to leave them alone, but he bites his tongue, knowing it wouldn't do any good. ]

["It's barely eight, and you're already so needy..." Lord Karnon cups Dorian's ass and gives it a soft squeeze.

"How was your night? I hope you didn't have too much fun." He chuckles, then moves onto groping Taryon's thighs.

Tary squeezes his legs instinctively when that rough hand that was grabbing him and keeping him speared on his cock last touches him. It's the hand that inly brings bad news.

"And you're eager. That rod up your ass wasnt enough."]

[ The squeeze causes the dildo to shift inside him, and the whine that escapes his throat trails off into an almost needier sound, as much as he tries to fight it.

The feeling of dread twists in his stomach, even as the heat rushes through him, shame mixing with arousal at the words. He doesn't want it, and yet his body doesn't seem to listen to him. ]

[Lord Karnon smiles at this unintentional and unwanted presentation. The beauty of this setup is how one bad move sets of a chain of pleasure, which serves to turn him on.

He can't let them stay tied up forever.

"Don't worry. I'm taking you to my personal office for...let's say, a proper orientation. You seem to display good stamina. You passed that test. Guards!"

Four guards, three who were forcing themselves inside Dorian and Tarton last night and one who was unlucky to be stations elsewhere, arrive and are ordered to remove the dildo and untie their legs while keeping their arms restrained. Two collars are brought in, each leaded with a silk ribbon.

The guard yanks the toy out of the two men with little warning.] Augh! [Taryon flinches, and his empty hole has never felt more soothed.

He suddenly feels too empty to be normal. No. No, he can't be missing the dildo. That can't be his normal state.]

Nnngh...! [ Dorian cries out as the dildo is wrenched from them, his hole fluttering around air now that it was empty. It feels... strange, suddenly, and the thought further twists his stomach.

He doesn't have much time to dwell on it, though, as the guards start to untie their legs, hardly pretending they weren't groping the two helpless men as they went. Dorian recognizes the two over him, trembling as they sneer down at them, their hands moving up his body once his legs are untied.

Then one of them roughly lifts him up, forcing him to sit up as the other fastens the collar around his neck, a firm pressure without being too restrictive. ]

[It hurts to sit. Taryon's ass is sore from being spread all night, and after he's collared ans tugged by the ropes binding his arms, he stands without hesitation. Bow-legged, he hobbies forth while the other guards pull Dorian to his feet.

Lord Karnon takes the silk ribbons tied to each collar in his hand and lets the long fabric hang loosely, almost touching the carpet. It's easy to break, if these men had ths strength and will to try it. Seeing Taryon stand still is proof that the rough initiation tamed him perfectly.

"Come." He turns down the hall, and Taryon doesn't have to see the guards approach him from behind to know to follow. They are lead down the hall, naked, where the regular servants work. Each of them spot them, recognize their lowly position, and return to their work. There is no horror in their eyes.]

[ Dorian's legs shake as he's forced to his feet, and he just manages to keep standing. He notes the ribbon being used as a leash, and while it was easy enough to break he knows that even if he manages to get free, he wouldn't get far with the guards nearby. Once he's caught, who knows how he'd be punished?

No. As humiliating as it was to be paraded through the house, the other servants seeing them completely naked and exposed, it was better to go along with it for now until they get a better opportunity to get free.

If they can survive what else they're forced to endure. ]

[They are brought into a small office space, and the guards are ordered to stand outside the door. Lord Karnon leads them to the desk in the back and pulls behind a velvet curtain hiding a smaller door.

"This leads to my secondary sleeping chambers. When I'm frustrated from work, I retreat here and order one of my pleasure slaves to help."

He wraps the silk ribbons around his hand, shortening the leashes and forcing Taryon to step ever closer.

"I've seen how you behave at a party. I want to see how well you act the part of a tart. You'll be asked to entertain guests privately, and they want more than a passive boy begging for the end."]

[ Dorian feels his heart stop as the door closes behind them, trapping the two of them in the room with their captor, the man responsible for their situation to begin with. A sudden surge of anger courses through him, because it was easier to have a target for his hate and frustration than admit to what the men using him had said, that he wanted all these things to happen to him.

But he does his best to swallow that anger down for now, especially as Lord Karnon turns his attention to him. He seems to consider Dorian for a moment, before he smirks and tugs him closer, cupping his chin with a rough hand.

"As for you," he says slowly, his thumb brush the bottom of Dorian's lip, "an Air Genasi is quite a rare commodity here. I'm sure my guests will be happy to have a chance to taste that pretty blue skin for themselves." ]

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Apologies, rough week at work!

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This never showed up in my email. Sorry!

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SCREAMING ABOUT THE LATEST EPISODE

I KNOW ME TOO

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Is there anything else you’d like to do for this thread?

I think we're good. Do we need to do a reunion thread? (Yes)

I am totally down for a reunion thread!

Let's go on an adventure!