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Courier is tired. He wants to hit the bed head first and sleep full ten hours — or more if Silverash once again ‘accidentally’ forgets to wake him up — which he hasn’t had for days because of this mission. He loves going to Rhodes Island, really, people there are nice, but the road is terrifying, and as much as Courier likes the snow he hates the snow.
Silverash himself has other plans, it seems. When Courier, dizzy after a good bath, steps into his cabinet, Silverash pushes him on his own fancy chair, and Courier, usually awkward with receiving his affections, just lets him without any protest.
“You smell really good,” Silverash tells him, planting a small kiss on his head. Courier sighs. He can see the other’s tail wiggling happily just because of his presence, and honestly, it’s so cute it’s tiring. Also, he knows Silverash has bought him all these things for bathing, like scented soap and other stuff, even if he denies it, and Courier couldn’t care less about how he smells as long as he’s clean, but apparently, he smells nice, and Silverash cares about him, and if Silverash cares, Courier cares, too.
“Thanks, though do you know why is it so?” says Courier gently teasing. It is a recent discovery, that Silverash likes to be teased. The points of his ears blush, and he needs to bite the insides of his cheek (which just looks like pouting, but Courier doesn’t tell him that because he’s afraid Silverash will stop) to keep his expression straighter (the funny thing is nothing in Silverash is actually straight).
“I actually do!” he protests. Courier smiles, getting even more comfortable in Silverash’s chair (everything smells like Silverash here, and it makes the tension from Courier’s shoulders go away), as Silverash crosses his arms and straights his back.
“Well, so why?” Courier says, nudging Silverash’s leg with his foot slightly. He’s in woolen socks without shoes, so the touch is soft, and the blush spreads from Silverash’s ears to his neck.
“Because you’re hot and sweet, so your smell just highlights it,” Silverash tells him, smiling slyly and narrowing his eyes a bit. Courier freezes on the spot. He feels his own blush raising on his cheeks like a warm mass, and Silverash looks so proud about it that his tail starts wiggling even more.
“Lord Silverash, do you imply that we do something extremely inappropriate in your cabinet?” Courier asks slowly. They just look at each other for a bit, both red from embarrassment.
“I actually do,” Silverash answers. “Would you mind?”
He’s chewing on his lip nervously, and it’s a small action, still, Courier can’t help but focus on it. So Silverash was waiting for him for that? Because he missed Courier? Courier needs to make an effort not to let a big smile tuck on his lips. This is funny that Silverash is actually extremely soft for him, considering most people see him as a cold calculating boss. Courier loves his serious side, of course, because Silverash is strong, smart, and perfect, but his soft side is a bit more endearing to watch (especially because Courier knows it’s just for him) because when Silverash acts like this Courier has no doubt he has his own reasons to love him, even if Courier himself can’t see many sane excuses for a man like lord Silverash to like him romantically at all.
“I wouldn’t, but I’m really tired, so…” Courier starts, but pauses because Silverash’s ears, having fallen down while he was waiting for the other to form a response, perk up, and Silverash says,
“Oh, it’s okay! I will take care of you.”
Courier does not exactly understand what Silverash means by taking care because he constantly does it in his own ways, always taking care of his people and especially of Courier as his lover. So, he asks, “What do you mean by that?” and Silverash blushes fucking crimson. His skin is too white to hold down a blush when it rises on it, this is a common problem of people in Kjerag. Still, this is the first time Courier sees him like that and it’s not in the middle of their… inappropriate activities.
What Courier does not expect is that lord Silverash will get on his knees in front of him in one swift motion, still blushing furiously and avoiding his gaze.
“Enciodes?” Courier asks quietly, and Silverash bites down his lip. “Would you care to explain?”
Silverash clears his throat and says, “I just wanted to try sucking your dick. Please?”
Courier wants to scream. He feels like he will explode any second, and the only thing stopping him from babbling is that he can’t quite open his mouth. They spend some time just like that, as Courier stares at him between his legs and Silverash, determined not to look him in the eyes, stares at the pretty vase on the floor like it’s the most interesting thing in the whole world.
“If that’s what you really want, yes. Of course, you can… suck my d-dick,” Courier says awkwardly.
Finally, Silverash raises his head and their eyes lock. He looks… grateful for the permission, like sucking Courier’s dick was his actual concern for some time now. Like he really wants it. Like he needs it (Courier, please stop thinking now or it will damage your brain chemistry permanently).
“Alright”, Silverash says, a small smile appearing on his face.
He nudges Courier to go down a bit, so that they can kiss, and Courier complies readily. He can’t refuse his lord anyway. The kiss is sloppy, because they are both tired, Courier — from the road, Silverash — from a long day at work. Still, they make it work, and when Courier bites Silverash’s lip he hears that whimpering sound that he absolutely loves, so it’s okay. Actually, Silverash finds their sloppy kisses sexy, though, he keeps it to himself because a) it is too embarrassing of a fact to admit aloud b) Courier will die from laughing at him when he hears it or they will both die from embarrassment, either option is not even relatively funny.
Courier’s hands press by his sides, warm and gentle, and Silverash closes his eyes because Courier looks like he wants to devour what he sees, and this is not… what he planned for today. The thought turns him on, though. He breaks their kiss, then gives the other’s lips a small perk.
“You okay?” Courier asks between his heavy breaths, tenderly touching Silverash’s cheek.
Instead of answering Silverash nods and starts undoing his pants. Courier helps him by rising his hips a bit, and they both pause when his already half-hard cock is freed from his underwear because it seems neither of them can really believe this is happening. Silverash smirks at him behind his pretty white eyelashes, and Courier feels like he’s losing his mind.
Lord Enciodes Silverash kisses the tip of his dick, then, and Courier’s brain short-circuits. He freezes and holds his breath, because he’s too afraid to make any movement, and Silverash looks up, noticing his stiffness.
“Please put your hands in my hair,” he says, and Courier does so automatically, as used to executing orders from him as breathing. This is not enough, it seems because Silverash frowns. They look at each other for a moment, Courier too stiff to move, Silverash just thinking about the right way to do it. “Call me something bad, Courier.”
“W-what kind of bad?” Courier asks. The thought is foreign as a concept because Silverash does too much for him to call him bad things, no, Courier can only praise him and tell him how brilliant he is. Still, Courier is not unaware of some other people (read: Lappland because she talks too loudly sometimes — especially about some things Courier would rather take with him to the grave) gaining pleasure from… how to put it correctly… bad words (read: role-play with dirty talk).
“Cockslut kind of bad,” Silverash answers. He’s red and his ears are trembling slightly from the nervousness. His plan works, though, because now that Courier has something to think about, namely what Silverash wants him to call him, he’s not that stiff, so Silverash can start actually sucking his dick.
He’s unsure at first. He knows which temp will bring Courier pleasure, but this whole thing with blowjobs is new to him. You see, Courier may think that his lord has a lot more experience in this than he has, but in reality, Silverash did not have many encounters of… um… sexual nature in the past, before their ongoing relationship. They were all fleeting things in the past (read: one-night stands), so it is not like Silverash has tried many things. He’s working on it, though. Courier is younger than him, and Silverash doesn’t want his partner to get bored.
So, now they are here. Silverash is bobbing his head and swallowing around Courier’s dick, and Courier gently rubs his ears. Silverash has a steady rhythm, when Courier slowly says, “So you want me to call you bad things?”
“Yeah,” Silverash answers, letting the dick go out of his mouth. Courier brushes his soft hair from his forehead.
“Do you really want it or is it just to make me feel better?”
Silverash actually chuckles at that, and the sound goes straight to Courier’s dick, making it twitch. “I’m already giving you a blowjob for that, so dirty talk is just for me,” he says calmly with the intonation he usually uses during his business meetings when he’s amused yet unalarmed. Courier nods. “Can I go back to it?” Silverash asks.
“Yeah, go ahead,” Courier says. Then, he adds “You fucking cockslut”. Silverash becomes completely still, not even having taken Courier’s dick in his mouth. So, Courier also adds, “Can’t wait to feel your pretty little mouth wrapped around my dick.”
“Where did you hear that?” Silverash asks dryly.
“Do you not like it?”
Silverash coughs, turning bright red once again. “This is just... Go on, please,” he says.
So Courier does go on. As Silverash wraps his mouth around his dick, Courier says, “Can you even imagine how hot you are right now? (Silverash moans softly) I wish we could put a mirror here somewhere for you to see yourself, how you are so hot and beautiful, and fucked on my dick. (It seems, Silverash starts crying, but he looks absolutely blessed, so Courier only continues to rub his ears and talk.) But this is just for me to see. This is just for me to use.” He emphasizes his words by putting his palm on Silverash’s cheek so that he can feel his dick stretching the other’s mouth.
“You’re such a whore. A real cockslut. How could you hide it from me until now?” Silverash makes a whimpering sound in response. He’s feeling so hot from these words alone and no stimulation whatsoever, he thinks he can cum from it, so he’s praying he will not.
Then, they are interrupted.
You see, Matterhorn was traumatized during his latest battle. He was hit in the head badly, and he still has full two weeks until his hearing is fully recovered. So he can not hear them. Not any word. And he knocks on the door with his usual power and screams, “Lord Silverash, I am coming in!”
He waits full ten seconds before he does so, and there is no lord Silverash as far as he can tell.
“What are you doing in lord Silverash’s chair and where is he, Courier?” Matterhorn asks. Courier is for some reason red, but Matterhorn doesn’t actually want to know why. (Courier is red because lord fucking Silverash is under the table and is currently sucking his dick.)
“Well, if lord Silverash was more merciful, he would’ve told me where he went before he told me to wait in his chair and actually got out,” Courier answers with the straightest face he can make while his man is sucking his dick. Matterhorn frowns at that a bit but doesn’t ask any further questions.
“Okay then, please tell him I have finished with that fish he told me to prepare for his meeting tomorrow and went to sleep,” he says. Courier nods, giving him thumbs up.
As the door closes behind Matterhorn, he says, “We are never doing this again.”
(They are.)
Silverash doesn’t answer him, though, just takes him deeper, rougher, and moans (Courier can’t quite put why, but the reason seems to be in his intonation). “You are actually a cockslut, Enciodes. My personal cockslut.”
Silverash hums approvingly, low and loud, the sound is more like purring, and Courier comes because he can’t really take it anymore. Silverash tries to swallow his cum (he fails), and Courier blacks out for a second because of this fact alone.
“Sorry I made you feel so good,” Silverash tells him with a grin, as Courier licks into his mouth, having put him on his lap. “It will happen again.”
Oh boy, it will.