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Morro ran frantically through the dense snowy forest around the monastery, his heart pounding in his chest with each step he took. The crunch of snow beneath his boots mingled with the sound of someone else crashing through the woods behind him. These training exercises were meant to push him to his limits, but Morro couldn't shake the feeling of being hunted.
He had been doing well, capturing the scarves of both Krux and his father, Garmadon. Acronix had nearly caught him off guard earlier, and now they were locked in a tense game of cat and mouse. The vengestone ankle cuffs everyone wore during these exercises were meant to level the playing field, but Morro knew Acronix was still a formidable opponent.
As they reached a clearing, Morro and Acronix collided, tumbling through the soft snow. Morro fought with all his strength, but Acronix's experience and strength soon had him pinned. With a triumphant smirk, Acronix plucked Morro's scarf from his neck, securing his wrists with it. It wasn’t a necessary requirement of the exercise, but Acronix found humor in the glare Morro shot at him as he captured the younger man.
"Not bad, pipsqueak," Acronix chuckled, hoisting Morro over his shoulder. "You almost had us all this time. Now, let's get you back to the monastery." With Morro bound and slung over his shoulder, Acronix began the journey back, the crunch of snow beneath his boots echoing through the forest.
The trek back to the monastery wasn’t a difficult one, simple backtracking and an understanding of the forest’s layout made it quite simple. The pair bantered back and forth on the way despite Morro’s current position.
As they passed through the monastery gates, Acronix wasted no time, heading straight for the door leading to the living quarters. Morro still secured over his shoulder, he made his way into the kitchen where Garmadon and Krux sat. Discussing the plans for their next recon mission over tea. The atmosphere shifted as Acronix strode in his presence demanding attention as always. The two glanced up from the maps laid out on the kitchen table, expressions turning curious as they noticed Morro’s bound form.
“Caught him already, Acronix?” Garmadon inquired, raising an eyebrow at the sight before him. Acronix smirked, a hint of mischief glinting in his eye.
“Caught the little shit trying to sneak up on me, put up quite the fight while I was hunting him down. Nearly got me this time.” he explained, patting Morro’s behind with his free hand. Morro letting out an indignant squeak at the contact. Krux let out a chuckle, setting down his drink.
“Looks like the student still has much to learn.” He remarked, rare amusement lacing his tone.
“Alright, I’m gonna go hunt down the keys for these stupid cuffs to get the runt and I out of them.” Acronix said as he turned to exit the kitchen.
Acronix hauled Morro to his room, kicking the door closed as he stepped in. Free hand moving to turn the lock ensuring their privacy before moving to toss the younger man onto the bed. Taking a seat in front of Morro as he pulled his key from his nightstand. Releasing himself from his Vengestone cuff, allowing it to clatter to the floor. Watching with amusement as Morro struggled to free his wrists, a devious smirk playing on his lips.
“Hey Acronix? Are you going to let me out of this thing yet? The training exercise has been done for a while now.” Morro asked as he made another fruitless attempt to free himself. Acronix leaned back against the headboard, expression thoughtful as he observed Morro’s futile struggle against his bonds.
“You know, I’m not quite sure yet Morro.” Acronix eventually replied, his voice dripping with amusement. Morro’s brows furrowed in frustration at the elder’s response.
“Come on Acronix, this isn’t funny. Let. Me. Go.” Morro pleaded. Catching the dark glint in Acronix’s eyes as he leaned towards Morro, one of his gloved hands reached out to brush Morro’s cheek.
“But where’s the fun in that?” he purred, the comment sending a shiver down Morro’s spine.
“Besides, you look good like this.” Acronix added. Morro’s cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and irritation.
“I swear Acronix, if you don’t let me go right now I’ll-” Acronix silenced Morro with a finger pressed to his lips, a devilish chuckle escaping him.
“You’ll what little one? You’ll use your elemental powers on me? Last I checked, you’re still in that Vengestone cuff.” his tone teasing, yet challenging. “I’d love to see you try.”
Morro’s jaw tightened, his frustration reaching its peak as he glared daggers at Acronix. Deep down, however, a part of him couldn’t deny the thrill of being at Acronix’s mercy, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he waited for the elder’s next move. Acronix leaned in closer, his breath brushing against Morro’s ear as he whispered,
“You know… There is one way you could earn your freedom.” his voice dripping with dark suggestion. Morro’s heart quickened at the intimate suggestion, his cheeks flushing further as he swallowed.
“What? What do you mean?” he whispered back, feigning innocence. A sly grin curved across Acronix’s lips as he traced a teasing path along Morro’s jawline with his fingers, the contact sending a trail of sparks dancing along his skin.
“I’ll let you out” Acronix Murmured, his voice low and seductive. “,but you’ll have to play by my rules. Think you’ll be able to do that?” Morro’s breath caught in his throat, his mind raced with conflicting thoughts. His desire warred with his better judgment, but in the end, the allure of freedom coupled with Acronix’s suggestion proved too tempting to resist. Morro shuddered as he properly met Acronix’s for the first time since their scuffle in the woods. Acronix’s eyes were dark with a mix of mischief and desire.
“You never answered my question Morro. Your hands are tied, so you’d better think fast on what you’re going to do.” Acronix said as he tapped his finger to his chin, waiting for some kind of response from the younger man. Morro gave him a silent nod, wordlessly agreeing to Acronix’s terms. He’d play by his rules. Acronix’s grin widened, a predatory glint flickering briefly in his eyes.
“Good choice. Let me give you a hand.” Acronix said before grabbing for the scarf binding Morro’s wrists together and pulling him towards himself, capturing the younger man’s lips in a heated kiss. In that moment, all thoughts of right and wrong slipped from Morro’s mind as he became consumed by the intoxicating pull of desire. Warmth spread through him as he surrendered to the forbidden. With a simple tug, the scarf around Morro’s wrists came loose and his hands were freed.
With his newfound freedom, Morro leaned further into Acronix’s grasp, his hands moving to rest on Acronix’s shoulders. Time seemed to stand still as the pair’s hands began to roam carefully, the boundaries set between them by their roles starting to blur in a haze of impulsive desire.
A hand fell on the tie of Morro's belt, roughly tugging it loose and letting it fall from the younger man's waist. Exploring hands pushing Morro's gi open, the garment falling from his shoulders and exposing his lightly toned chest, small scars and fading bruises littering his skin.
“You ever suck a dick Morro?” Acronix asked breathlessly as he pulled away from Morro. Catching the younger off-guard with his question, but not in a bad way.
“No, never. Though, I have been curious about it.” Morro replies softly, anticipation for where this was going slightly laced Morro’s tone.
“It’s easy, I’ll teach you. Would you like to learn?” Acronix asks with a chuckle while still giving Morro an out if the younger couldn’t handle their little game. Morro flushed and gave a nod in response to the other’s question.
“Come on then runt. I’ll guide you through this. Listen carefully though, I’m only explaining this once.” Acronix said, voice sounding a bit rough. He scooted back to sit against the headboard properly, spreading his legs and beckoning Morro over with the wave of a finger. With a bit of hesitation, Morro crawls closer to the older man. Positioning himself between Acronix’s legs.
“Wow.” Morro said softly, eyes wide with awe and curiosity at the sight of Acronix’s bottom growth. Fingers carefully brushing the other’s cock, pulling a small groan from Acronix.
“You’ve eaten popsicles before, right Morro? Think of this as you would eating a popsicle, just keep your death daggers off of my dick.” Acronix said in an oddly serious tone. Acronix tangled his hand into Morro’s hair, roughly guiding him down further between his legs. Half-lidded eyes focusing on Morro as he took a small, timid kitten lick testing the waters as he stared up at the time elemental.
Morro continued with the careful kitten licks for a bit before taking Acronix between his lips, spurred on by the moans that he was pulling from the other man.
“Good boy.” Acronix purred softly as he pressed Morro closer, his grip on the younger man’s hair tightening. Morro let out a soft moan of his own at the gentle tug of his hair, sending a shiver down Acronix’s spine as a result. Despite Morro’s inexperience being apparent in the clumsy way he moved, Acronix didn’t mind. He could feel the other’s curiosity and desire to please and wasn’t judging, too harshly, knowing that it was the younger’s first time doing something like this. Acronix roughly pulls Morro off of him, ripping another moan from the younger man.
“Not bad, for being an inexperienced little shit. You’ll get better in time, but for now… you deserve a reward for playing nicely so far.” Acronix said as he flipped the pair’s positions. Nestled between Morro’s legs he took the younger into his mouth, setting a fast pace that had Morro squirming.
Shaky moans slipped from Morro as Acronix sent him closer to the edge. Acronix slid a hand down, working himself at the same quick pace as he sent surges of pleasure coursing through both of them. Morro’s breath hitched as Acronix pressed two calloused fingers into him. Skilled fingers working their magic and ripping more ragged moans from the younger man.
Morro’s hands gripped tightly at the sheets below as he was overwhelmed by the dual sensations. His thighs trembled as he felt the familiar tension building in him, toes curling as he desperately tried to hold himself together. He was getting close, he was pretty sure the elder could tell considering how his movements got quicker and more precise.
Occasional groans and a few low moans escaping from Acronix as he went down on the younger man, Quick, precise movements getting sloppy as he became more determined to send them both tipping over the edge. Acronix came first, a long breathy moan being the only indication that he’d tipped over the edge, Morro following soon after.
The pair sat in silence for a bit, catching their breaths and coming down from their respective highs. Morro’s eyes had slipped shut as he relaxed in the calm silence of the room, only opening them when he heard the soft click of the vengestone cuff around his ankle opening. Followed by a soft clatter as Acronix threw it onto the floor, to deal with at a later time.
“We should probably go catch up with father and Krux to see what their mission plan is.” Morro said after a while, carefully moving to sit up, eyes sweeping the floor in the dim light of the room for his pants.
The pair took their time hunting down their clothes. Morro pulled on his gi which was damp from the pair’s tumble through the snow. Acronix opted to pull on a pair of loose pajama pants, not being bothered to hunt for a shirt. Once they finished making a half-hearted attempt to compose themselves the two stepped out of Acronix’s room.
The pair were met in the living room by Garmadon and Krux sitting on the couch, both sporting looks of disappointment hiding their amusement at the situation. Morro shrunk back a bit at the pair’s gaze, an embarrassed flush creeping onto his face. While Acronix met them with a smug grin, shame clearly not being a word in his personal dictionary.
“Care to explain what we just heard was all about? I know you were behind it, so you’d better explain yourself.” Garmadon asked, focusing his gaze on Acronix. The man in question barely being able to contain a chuckle.
“I feel no need to explain myself. Just as I’m sure you would love needing to explain why your teenage son still calls you daddy.” Acronix retorts, his lips quirked up into a smirk as Garmadon responds with a soft “Touché.” Refusing to look the time elemental in the eye.
Tension broken, the four eventually fall into comfortable banter amongst each other. Taking playful jabs at one another, temporarily forgetting the originally serious nature of the conversation.