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“Good evening, my King.”
Teddy smiled down at his husband who came to meet him at the door of their chambers.
“And a good evening to you as well, my prince.” He gently grabbed Billy’s hands and kissed the back of each in a dramatically formal fashion. “How did you spend your day?” He asked.
Billy let out a tired sigh, dropping the formalities, and pulled Teddy forward, allowing his husband to wrap his strong arms around him and rest his head on Teddy’s chest. “A couple of the smaller farming planets were being attacked by, like, space dragons, so that was kind of goal number one.”
Teddy rested his head on his husband’s and let his body relax, rubbing a hand up and down along his spine in comfort. “Well, that doesn't sound too bad for your kind of work. At least you got to go out for a bit.”
“It wasn't too bad,” He agreed, voice muffled by his refusal to pull back from his husband. “In fact, I finished in like an hour max.”
“So what’s the problem? You seem a little more tired than usual.”
“Ugh, your soldiers wanted me to act like some figurehead and talk to everyone and give speeches and I spent hours talking to rich space landlords, and space union leaders, and that’s your job, you know? My job is supposed to be acting as the royal arm candy, and I am damn good at it.” He finally pulled back just enough momentarily to give Teddy a cheeky smile and a wink.
Teddy chucked at his husband. “Yes, you are.” He agreed, quickly leaning down to peck Billy’s forehead, before pulling back entirely. Billy made his way over to sit on the bed, where Teddy suspected he'd been napping since his return, as seen by the messy splay of sheets that were usually meticulously laid out every morning.
Teddy made his way over to a chair pulled slightly out from his desk to shrug off his cloak and lay down the circlet-like crown.
“And how was your day, your majesty?”
Billy was smirking slightly from his position on the edge of the bed, swinging his legs back and forth innocently. Unlike Teddy, Billy was still head to toe in uniform, a likely sign that he was passed out for most of the afternoon with little care for comfort.
Teddy, unable to resist, turned back towards his husband and made his way to the end of the bed. “Exactly as you’d expect. Listening to requests from our subjects, countering backhanded compliments from the elders...” He went to stand between his husband's legs, which opened to make room, and moved to cradle Billy’s face in one hand as the other held his husband’s tightly, “...missing my husband desperately.”
“You flatter me,” he responded humorously, “but it truly sounds like you sat on your ass all day, while I was out doing the hard work.”
“Being the most powerful being in space is hard work.” He joked back.
Billy smiled, amused by their banter, and took a long second to respond. “Now who told you that?” He asked, slowly raising himself from his seat and moving his right hand to wrap around the back of Teddy’s neck. “You’re definitely the most handsome being in space. I could never argue that. Most beautiful eyes, kindest smile, greatest king in space? All very true. But most powerful…?” His eyes began to glow a light blue as Billy raised himself to Teddy’s eye level, floating nearly a foot off the ground. “I might have to disagree with that, my love.”
Teddy’s husband was now a head above him or so, looking down at him with a smugness that truly made him look like the royalty he was.
“And who,” he asks, “could possibly be more powerful than me?” He begins to lean into Billy’s chest, swapping their positions from earlier as his husband begins to gently pet his hair while he is looking up at him. “I am the son of Princess Anelle and Captain Mar-Vell. I am the Earth hero Hulkling. I am the Emperor of the Skrull Kree Alliance and I am the gosh darn King of Space.”
Teddy could feel the magic begin to hum through his husband's chest, soothing him after a long day of keeping their kingdom safe. He was more than content to let Billy take the lead, the strain of his heart pulling him to his soulmate by any means necessary as he nuzzled into his chest and reached for his neck, the only skin available to touch.
“Yes. You are. And you’re an amazing king, who is admired and loved by his people and his husband so dearly.” The magic hum grew stronger as Billy began to physically emanate a blue glow around him, appearing ethereal. “But you are just a king, and I am a god.”
In a moment, their original positions were completely swapped, Teddy sitting on the bed, slightly dizzy from the quick shift in perspective and Billy standing, more so floating, in front of him.
“You keep getting praised,” Billy continued, imitating a more serious look as if he were sitting beside him on his throne, “for being this great king, doing all this hard work ruling the largest galactic empire. But what are you doing other than some boring meetings and paperwork? I’m going out and simply granting wishes like a genie. Gods don’t work for free. I am the Demiurge. Where’s my praise, your majesty?” He asks, his eyes going from a bright blue to fully glowing orbs of light, “Where’s my sacrifice?”
Teddy could feel his eyes haze over as he stared into his husband’s, his god’s, bright light, unblinking. The magic that was previously a small soothing hum in his chest was now suffocating the room, surrounding every part of his being and wrapping itself around his mind, like a familiar blanket, protecting him from the world. “What do you want?” He responds quietly, his eyes never faltering from their view.
The Demiurge looked down upon him condescendingly. “What could you possibly give to me, mortal king? That I cannot get for myself?”
Teddy felt his heart pound, the sound reverberating across his body and likely into the wide space of their chambers for the Demiurge to make judgments of at his will. “You can have me.” He stated. They were the strongest words to come out of his mouth during this interaction.
The Demiurge laughed. “And what makes you so irreplaceable? Did you know I could have any man, any being, I want, with just the words ‘I wish?’ If I asked to be a king, it would happen instantaneously and you would be at my beck and call, no questions asked.” He finally lowered himself back to the ground where he was eye level with Teddy and could look into his soul, his mind, with no effort at all.
Teddy moved forward, sliding off the bed and onto his knees in front of this ethereal being. From where he was now, he could see that the Demiurge wasn’t really touching the floor; instead, floating just above it, as if repulsed by the mere thought of standing on the same ground as mortals. He looked back up into the face of his lover and nearly had to turn away from the image doused so heavily in magic.
“I will give you all of that. No magic necessary. My body, my crown, my mind. I would give my life for you.” No truer statement had been uttered.
No matter how inhuman his eyes may have looked in that moment, Teddy watched as they softened at his words and his lips turned up into the slightest, flustered smile. “And what would you ask for in return?”
He inhaled softly, his body so strained from tension, that it was difficult to speak. “May I touch you?”
“Yes.”
He exhaled.
Teddy snaked his hands along his husband’s calves, moving up gently, just touching him and appreciating the mere existence of such a being. Still fully draped in costume, the skintight outfit painted his body in moving stars and galaxies, and his cloak seemingly moved out of the way by the soft force of an impossible wind. Teddy moved closer, leaning his body into the warm, defined muscles of his legs. He let his fingers draw in every crevice and moved his face to rest on the inside of the thigh.
When his hands moved up to join the warm, soft, pillow-like thighs, roaming from the back of the knees up, his head turned to kiss the spot his cheek previously rested, raising the pressure and causing him to nearly grab onto the body part like a lifeline. He had his whole head pressed on the inside of the man’s legs, kissing up and down the suit with the desperation of a man without water. As his hands moved upward, no longer lightly touching, but grabbing at his hips and his ass, he heard his husband sigh in pleasure. A soft exhale when he touched the right spots.
He trailed his hands along the back and then between the legs, pulling his hips wide and using the opportunity to kiss higher and higher, alternating between light pecks and sharp bites. Louder and louder moans fell out of the god’s mouth as he began to nip lightly around the pelvic region, reaching to put his mouth where he suspected it was wanted.
“Stop.”
Teddy felt his body stop before his mind, all thoughts becoming slightly fuzzy and soft as he was left motionless, mouth pressed against the warm fabric covering the inner thigh, his nose inches away from the taint.
His husband pulled back. “You’re so good to me.” He smiled, leaning down to wipe away a bit of drool falling from the side of Teddy’s mouth, before raising himself fully up again and waving his hand nonchalantly, a light blue glow washing over Teddy as he reappeared on the bed, fully laid out. He raised his head to look at Billy, still floating at the foot of the bed and just watching Teddy as if appreciating the view. His eyes raised to meet his and in the next second, his hand raised to a quick snap, removing all of Teddy’s clothes and pulling his limbs tightly to the corners. His movement was completely restricted despite not a single physical restraint to be seen.
“Do you know how easy that was for me, sweetheart?” the godling began to pace around the bed, tracing his fingers along the now exposed skin of his body. “A single thought, and it became real. And now I have you, the so-called most powerful being, at my mercy.” He makes a quick glance at Teddy’s now free dick, which has been hard from the moment he stepped between his husband's thighs. “Though it seems I’m not the only one enjoying this.”
Teddy wanted to speak so badly, but all his thoughts were silly mindless praises. “You can speak,” Billy told him.
“Fuck, you’re so hot.”
Silly, mindless praises like that. Oops.
For a brief moment, it felt like he ruined whatever mood they were in, the tense magic, tight around him, stuttering, and Billy’s cheeks going a dark red to counter his still bright blue eyes. A quick giggle, another wave of the hand, and Teddy felt his vocals restricted again. Probably for the best.
“You are so sweet.” his husband speaks again, laying his palm along the side of Teddy’s face, a light pulse of magic providing him with the strong emotion of love he currently couldn't see behind his hidden eyes. “I love seeing you like this.” Teddy couldn't tell if Billy had climbed into bed, floated, or even just appeared, but he was currently on his knees, straddling his chest and tracing small patterns into his pecs. As Teddy’s breathing quickened and his heart continued to race, unable to touch the literal god sitting on top of him, Billy seemed to take no mind to his concerns and desires. Somehow he was perfectly content to just sit and admire; he was a truly regal image to behold.
“The Kree have always been very pretty, and the Skrull are so versatile, so strong .” His hands move to squeeze his thick forearms tightly with a sense of possession. “And humans are all so unique in everything they do. But you… you are the perfect combination of all three.” His fingers continue to glide across Teddy’s body, slowly moving up the neck and pressing into the tense muscles near the collarbone, past his ears and swiping through his hair giving it a light tug. Lightly tracing his eyebrows and bringing his thumb back down to his lips, where he loosely followed the pattern of his open and panting mouth. “And you’re all mine. Laid out for me like a feast on a table.”
Teddy could only nod, desperate to express his love, his desire, his devotion, to the man in front of him.
I love you, he thought. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.
I love you too. He heard echo back into his brain. The Demiurge was still proudly sitting above him, looking down upon him with a hungry possessiveness and an inhuman glow surrounding his every square inch, but no part of this image was not a clear echo of his husband.
“If you continue to look at me with the wonder of a god,” his thoughts were interrupted by a voice spoken out loud, “then I expect you to treat me as such as well.”
Now he was making a show of casting magic. His hands raised and a halo of light surrounded him before the spell transitioned them far slower than it had any of the previous times. Same as before, their positions were flipped. Billy was now sprawled out across the bed naked, though far more casually, with his arms resting behind his head and a smug look on his face. And Teddy was now straddling him, his size causing him to hover over far more of Billy’s body than he was able to do in reverse.
“You know the drill.” Teddy was told, the voice holding high expectations. “Worship me.”
And so he did.
Praises spilled from his lips and his hands began to roam the body feverishly. “You’re perfect, amazing, gorgeous.” He kissed his husband with a passion, the first time he had gotten to do so all night, mouths open and tongues pressing against each other. “I love you body, your mind, your magic.” For a moment he felt satisfied as if he had won something, finally accomplished something, but the sharp sting of magic in the back of his head made him push harder, hands dropping down to Billy’s dick. He was right, if he was going to call Billy his god, he damn well better show it.
On the plus side, he knew his husband inside and out. He grabbed roughly, forcing his hand to take on a smooth texture that was near-frictionless against the skin, he’d worry about lube later. And traced the other hand down the spine and around to his ass, slowly circling and prodding at the hole.
Billy moaned into his mouth, both his arms seemingly searching for something to grab onto. One fell over his head grabbing at the pillows and sheets while the other fell to Teddy’s neck, pulling him tighter against him. Teddy pulled back to bite at every inch of his love’s jawline and neck, listening to him become more vocal and feeling the body below his arch up into him, desperate for friction.
Teddy’s hands slowed, his fingers hesitating just between Billy’s ass, now worried about bringing even an inch of pain to this god. His husband scratched at his back with nails that felt sharper than Teddy’s actual claws as they reached so deep into his skin he could feel it in his brain. “Do it.”
Teddy lost his hesitation and pushed in, starting with one finger and pressing it deep as his husband shouted in pleasure. His body felt wound in tension as he made every possible move he could to benefit this god outside of growing several extra limbs. Billy had always been vocal and always been extremely receptive to praise, now the only thing that Teddy could physically vocalize. “I love you, you’re so amazing, I couldn't imagine a world without you, you taste amazing, you feel perfect.” he ranted, pushing in a second finger and eventually a third.
His other hand continued to stroke hard, no longer hindered by the fear of causing pain, as all the actions that could bring harm didn’t, because Billy simply didn't want them to.
His lips touched every inch of skin in reach, kissing, licking, and sucking on the most tender spots, encouraged by the soft noises and loud screams of his lover. By the time he decided to actually put his dick into the fray and properly fuck this god with all the love and passion he deserved, he barely waited for any physical sign of permission, his mind filled with images and emotions that he knew were not his own, encouraging and egging him on to act.
As he pulled his fingers out and pushed in with his dick less than a second later, his own pleasure felt near overwhelming. Something that has been ignored all night for the worship of his god. But even a second's hesitation is too long as he felt the desperate need to continue his worship with little concern for himself. Billy howled, his legs kicking up for Teddy to grab and place around his shoulders, holding this man up with very little effort, like a feat of strength to show his worth.
It didn't take long for Billy’s yelling to become overwhelmed with the potential magic still buzzing around the room, desperate for use in its own way. “Harder, faster, more!”
And so he gave more, his body seemingly adjusting at its own pace, ignorant to Teddy’s conscious thoughts. He grew and bent in the right directions, claws appearing to scratch at his husband’s most sensitive spots and his stamina growing unparalleled to match the will of a cosmic being.
Even with all that, his body continued to quake as all the tension that grew seemed to situate itself right behind his balls. He suspected his own eyes to have changed color; the more human grunts were now a loud series of growls common for the Skrulls, but sounding purely animalistic to humans. He could feel the tension build, even as he desperately kept everything in, his only conscious and likely subconscious goal to worship his god. I’m- I’m going to-
No, you’re not, the voice of his husband behind his eyes echoed.
No, he was not.
All the tension that was used to force himself to hold back became repurposed adrenaline and he somehow became faster in that moment, stronger, the ideal soldier and leader being used as the ideal lover in every way. He would not be the first to go, the god below him made sure of that and he would make it worth it to him. Teddy should be disappointed in himself, having to make a god use his magic just to keep him from cumming. He was the sacrifice, the gift to this being, and whose sole purpose was to bring this man pleasure and happiness. He would prove himself a good one.
Teddy pulled out all the stops, making himself a little bigger as he slammed into him with an inhuman pace. He turned his head and pulled his husband’s leg to his mouth to bite him right behind the knee, in the soft sensitive spot that always caused Billy to kick out and scream. His other hand was still clawed and made slow markings up and down his lover's chest, trailing down past his sensitive stomach and slowly pulling one, sharp nail along his straining dick.
Billy was quivering, his hands throwing themselves at anything within his reach, generally making clawing motions on his shoulder plates, though Teddy felt nothing but a light tickle around his natural armor. Billy’s legs were trying to kick out, but Teddy kept them steady as he opened them just right to hit the one spot that always caused stars behind his husband’s eyes. His back was so arched, Teddy had to make an effort to keep him from hurting himself, supporting his body along the soft pillows and his hard chest.
When everything seemed in place, Teddy fully grabbed the god, his hand so broad compared to the small man in front of him that one quick jerking motion covered the whole thing. He held tightly and pulled, simultaneously hitting every sensitive part of his husband's body that he could reach, and Billy screamed.
Whatever occurred at that moment seemed to break any concentration Billy had had on his magic, a strong pulse bursting forth from him causing what felt like a burst of wind to knock over half the stuff in their chambers, books and chairs going flying. The spells holding Teddy in place were also dissipating as the strong need to release returned tenfold and Teddy was barely able to hold on long enough to milk Billy for all he was worth before he followed suit. Releasing himself into his husband and throwing his head down to kiss whatever sentient magical force was left out of him.
They both collapsed down onto the bed, a comfortable air of silence stretching between their wet panting. Teddy, still halfway on top, pulled out entirely and began to nuzzle into his husband's neck. “I love you so much.” He told him.
Billy, winded, exhausted, and drained for the evening, was just staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. “Holy shit.”
“It was good?”
Billy turned his head towards Teddy’s, his wide eyes, now back to their beautiful, warm brown, and just continued to stare. “Holy shit.”
“Yeah, that was some holy shit, oh great Demiurge,” Teddy responded before blowing a raspberry into his neck.
“Eep! Hey, knock it off!” They were both giggling as Teddy lightly tickled him up the sides, peppering his face in kisses.
“I love you.” Teddy reiterated.
Billy smiled with the warmth and kindness he was intimately familiar with. “I love you too.” He responds. “So much. We need to do that again.”
“What we need,” He pauses, slowly moving off the bed and out of the childishly grabbing hands of his husband, “is a shower.”
“Mmmm,” He groaned. “I don’t want to, Teddyyyyy, I can just magic us clean.” He seemingly tried to elaborate his point by waving his arms loosely around above his head before letting them drop back down above his head.
“Are you going to though?” Teddy returns to the side of the bed and leans over to whisper into his husband's ear. “Or will you let me put my hands all over you as I wash down your body with some of that lavender soap from Earth you like, and then we can set a bath with some of those salts we were gifted from the Majesdanians the other week, which may or may not be straight psychoactive drugs.”
Billy turned his head to look at him, squinting his eyes in suspicion. As if this strange temptation was some sort of deception. Teddy just continued to lean over him with a straight face, not breaking as he pulled back.
Billy’s arms raise towards him. “Up.” His hands opened and closed in a grabbing motion. “Carry me.”
Teddy smiled, scooping up his husband in a traditional bridal style as the pair of arms were thrown around his neck and a head shoved into his chest. “Yes, your highness.”
Teddy could feel the smile pressing into his chest, as the final, leftover bits of magic seemed to dissipate around him. He carried the love of his life into the next room where he would surely continue to worship him in every way they could find.