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The bell at the front of the shop rings, and Chilchuck looks up as the door gives a soft squeak, falling back into place behind the new customer. He sees it is a half-foot man and smiles, peering up from the box he is currently working on. “Good afternoon, can I help you with anything?”

The quiet whimper from behind the door to his back room is something he only notices because he has been straining to hear the muffled sounds. He enjoys catching the little noises that can’t be held back, however if there were a real problem back there, even a dwarf would hear it.

The man who just entered walks up to the desk, Chilchuck recognizes his face but cannot place from where, definitely not from the guild or a regular customer. “Hello yourself, Mister Chilchuck! I’ve got a project for you.”

He drops a small chest, quite old and dusty, onto the counter. “Me n’ my dad were cleaning out my great grandmom’s place and he said you would be able to open it.”

Oh, that might explain the recognition, Chilchuck squints. “Are you Pellgem’s son?” The young man brightens and nods. “Right! He’s been here before.”

Chilchuck laughs and reaches for the box and takes a look. Older ones like this, meant for mementos, are usually not too much work. He is still listening for those quiet sounds, a moan that could just as easily be mistaken for the creak of the building’s pipes or the wind to the unaware or something louder that he needs to explain with a good excuse.

He pulls out his tools while the young man continues. “He said you were with the King when he came out of the dungeon, when the rest of the kingdom came up from the ocean. Is that true?”

Chilchuck snorts. “It’s not as glamorous as that, but your father knows what he is talking about. Why do you ask?” He finds the correctly sized tension wrench and pick for the lock and slips them into the keyhole.

“Well, does that make you a big deal or anything? Are you one of the king’s advisors or something?”

Chilchuck can feel a little flush trying to break free, but he can easily navigate such a question. “I wouldn’t call myself an advisor or anything, we’re friends. I visit Melini to negotiate on behalf of the guild.” And other things. But that is his own business.

Pellgem’ son opens his mouth to respond and is cut off by a whine loud enough for both of them to hear. He looks towards the door to the back room, questioningly. Chilchuck sighs and speeds up with the lock. “Sorry, one of the merchants I work with had an emergency and asked me to keep an eye on his dog. I was hoping it would stay asleep until he got back.”

“Ah, a merchant? Not from around here, or not a half-foot?”

Chilchuck opens the chest with a click. Inside are old letters and drawings. “Some half-foots have pets, there are smaller dogs. But you’re right this time— he is both not a half-foot and not from around here.”

He spins around the box for the young man to see. “But I got it open, I’m sure your dad will be happy to see these.”

The man’s expression conveys he certainly had been hoping to see something less mundane. He’s still young. One day he will understand. Chilchuck puts a little fold of paper in place over the latch so it won’t lock shut so easily again. There’s another whine from the back room.

Chilchuck sighs. “Just, five gold, please. And tell your father I said hello.”

The gold clinks into his palm and is stowed safely away as the customer leaves. Chilchuck steps away from the counter and flips the sign on the door to “Out for Lunch,” despite it still being early in the morning. He briskly opens the door and checks on his guest.

Laios is still kneeling on the floor, arms over his head bent at the elbows next to his head and framing his ears. His hands are behind his head, while his limbs are tied into place with a single rope folded in on itself that goes around his biceps and wrists on each arm, both bound limbs connected by rope crossing in front of his face. The rope is pulled taut between Laios’ teeth and secured behind his head, acting as both gag and arm restraints, keeping mouth slightly opened and arms held firmly in place. His body jerks as he recognizes the sound of Chilchuck opening the door, but a blindfold across his eyes prevents him from seeing exactly where he is.

He isn’t wearing anything but a few more neatly fitted ropes, wrapped multiple times around his torso, framing his pectorals beautifully, and anchored securely at the shoulders with the loose ends jutting out from the knots. Chilchuck had wrapped them together earlier, and looped the tail end of the joined rope around a beam in the ceiling, one installed more recently without any other architectural purpose, using a slip knot to attach the loose end to a hook in the wall within easy reach.

They aren’t truly supporting Laios’ weight, the lines acting first as a stabilizing anchor to keep him from falling, and second as a counterpoint for him to lean his body against while he kneels, almost sits, on the ground. His neck and chest are covered in bite marks lovingly delivered only a couple of hours before, made less visible by the leather collar circling his throat. There is a tag on the front, with “Pup” on one side and “Monster” on the other.

Even though he could still yell if he needed to, the King’s fists are squeezed tightly around the alarm bells Chilchuck placed there earlier. If even one went off, all of this would come to a halt.

“You know, I’m trying to run a business out there.” Chilchuck does his best to sound disappointed and dismissive, grateful that Laios can’t see how affected he really is. “How am I supposed to do that if you keep whining like a dog begging for scraps?”

Laios jerks his hips, moans unrestrained, and grinds down on the dildo secured to the floor as his hard cock leaks more clear fluid into a puddle dirtying the wooden surface beneath his knees. He leans back, using the rope attached to his shoulders for stability, to make the intrusion press harder against his prostate. His stomach is covered in his own saliva and precum, the fluid joining his sweat to glint in the sunlight filtering through the windows high above anyone’s line of sight.

Laios keeps rolling his hips and whining, as if Chilchuck’s attention has brought forth a frenzy of uncontrollable excitement. Chilchuck palms the front of his pants and takes a steadying breath. He’s been half-hard for hours now, ever since he had begun tying Laios down here, the process slowed when he tugged on the rope in his teeth and licked at Chilchuck’s mouth until he needed his leash.

He walks closer and hooks his fingers around either side of the rope forcing Laios’ mouth open and tugging to get his attention. “No. You are being too loud— do you want everyone to hear you down here? What do you think they would say seeing the leader of their country, fucking himself stupid in the back of my shop? Don’t you have any self control?”

It doesn’t help, Laios trying to turn his head and slide his tongue past the ropes to touch Chilchuck’s fingers and his dick gives another interested twitch. Chilchuck pulls him forwards, and Laios whines as he is dragged off the toy inside him and fully onto his knees. The rope connected to his chest goes more lax.

Chilchuck jerks Laios’ head straight forward, stopping any sort of attempt to wrest back power in the scene and making the tag clink against his chest. “Face forward. Good boy. I take care of you, you take what you are given. Okay?”

Laios makes a guttural groan of what he probably meant to be understanding, but really just made him sound like a desperate animal. Chilchuck smiles. “Do you want me to let you lick my fingers?”

Laios whines. Chilchuck rubs his thumb against his lower lip, getting another frustrated jerk and heavy exhale as Laios prevents himself from chasing the touch. It’s a luxury to have him for so long that he can get this worked up, nearly incapable of using words. Chilchuck speaks with false bewilderment. “Hmm? I couldn’t hear that, could you say it again?”

Laios strains against the ropes around his arms and head fruitlessly. “P-pwease!”

Chilchuck obliges, sliding three fingers between the ropes gagging Laios, and he immediately laps them with his tongue, sliding it between each well manicured digit to tongue at the soft webbing of skin at their bases. He tries to suck on them, his suction interrupted by his inability to fully close his mouth, and air travels wetly through the rope as he manages to create a hint of pressure. Chilchuck presses further in, completely ruining any chance Laios has at sucking as he opens the ropes even more, sliding his pinky in to join the other three fingers, only his thumb lingering against Laios’ wet chin. Laios jolts forward, licking the meat of Chilchuck’s palm, and almost choking himself on the tips of his fingers.

Chilchuck laughs openly and pulls back until just his first knuckle is still inside, as Laios whines at the loss. “Patience, don’t bolt it all down at once.”

He pushes his hand forward again and can hear the ropes creak as Laios pulls against them to ground himself. He licks and swallows at the fingertips that are teasing the back of his tongue. Chilchuck lets him work through his fixation, some of Laios’ pent up energy quelling as he is given something to suckle. He raises his brow in derision. “Really, this bad? I already gave you something for your mouth.”

He pushes against Laios’ palate, so he can look inside and check on the rope gag, looking at the compressed coils where Laios’ teeth were clenched onto it. “You’d better not ruin these, they’re hard to replace.”

Laios whines and Chilchuck lets him adjust his digits to lie flush with his tongue, slipping Chilchuck’s fingers just a little bit deeper. Chilchuck pushes the last few millimeters needed to tease beyond his mouth, and Laios opens his throat, letting the hand rest there without triggering his gag reflex. Chilchuck can still feel his throat slowly rejecting him, twitching as Laios fights to keep the hand inside so he can keep sliding his tongue against his palm.

Chilchuck finally relieves Laios’ throat from its struggles as he pulls his hand back until his fingers are only hooked around the rope, drawing out a distressed whine from Laios that turns into a loud yelp as Chilchuck presses the palm of his other hand against the top of his dick, already soaked from hours of teasing that started even before getting out of bed. Laios pants around Chilchuck, beginning to hunch over and push into the contact only for the hand to press further into his mouth to make him straighten back up as Chilchuck continues to slowly rotate his palm against the head of his cock. He moans between each shuddering breath.

Chilchuck feels out of breath himself. “Are you being so good?”

Laios responds with a muffled, “Mhm.”

“You’re ready for me to keep going? Even if I stop touching you here?” Chilchuck squeezes the head of Laios’ cock and digs his fingertips into his tongue.

Laios gasps loudly, the pressure opening his mouth and encouraging a little more drool to slide from Chilchuck’s hand to the ground. Chilchuck slows down, waiting for his response. Laios makes a quieter sound of worry, and Chilchuck pulls away his hand soaked in saliva. “What is it?”

Laios licks the rope. “My mouf.”

“Do you need more? Is that it? Just your mouth?”

Laios nods. Chilchuck rewards him with a kiss on the cheek, and another. “I can do that.”

He reluctantly stops touching Laios and turns to his box of toys, finding a smaller penile gag that he can push between the rope already in place, tie down, and give Laios something to suck on. While he’s here, he picks up the waterskin kept nearby, and the next size up dildo for the floor, an enormous thing with bumps and ridges down its spine and a bulbous knot just before the final taper and flared base.

It was marketed as a dragon’s cock, though Chilchuck doesn’t know or care very much how accurate the description is. He did enough looking into it that he could tell Laios about it after they’ve broken the hulking thing in, and undoubtedly hear about what was right and wrong with it.

He takes care of Laios’ mouth first, pressing a waterskin to Laios’ cheek. “Here, you need a drink.” Laios opens up his mouth, and Chilchuck pours him a few mouthfuls, Laios swallowing and opening his mouth after each gulp. Next…

“Open up a little more for me.”

Laios obeys, letting Chilchuck feed the smaller cock into his mouth, and taking rope small enough to be almost thread, pinches the preexisting bonds around the gag’s base. He wraps the thread around the base, locking it into place with one final knot. He can see Laios immediately start lapping at the facsimile of a dick. It’s stupid to be jealous of an inanimate object but he can’t help it, being so pent up in his own way.

He slaps Laios’ cheek. “What do you say?”

Laios garbles out a response, and Chilchuck can hear the “thank you, sir” trapped between his teeth and tongue. He caresses the spot he hit, and Laios tilts into the touch.

Next he goes behind Laios, swapping one monster cock out for another, and attaching it to a heavy base held in place by Laios’ own weight. This new one however is about eleven inches long, two inches longer and much thicker than the previous, big enough that Laios will struggle if he wants to take it all. He’s going to be so sore tomorrow, maybe even sore enough to rest in the oversized bed upstairs and let Chilchuck take care of him instead of going back in the carriage set for the capital. Kabru would give them both an earful, but it would be worth it.

Chilchuck hesitates reaching for the oil. Slick up the dildo, Laios’ ass, and let him squirm. That’s what’s next. He glances at his boyfriend. His knees are going to be so beautifully bruised when they’re done with this. Chilchuck stands up and presses himself, still fully clothed, against Laios’ back, gleefully listening to the gasp from Laios as he does. Chilchuck touches his sides, feeling the slick skin beneath his fingers broken up by the texture of the ropes around his ribs. He fully brings his arms around Laios, squeezing the fat and muscle of his pectorals before thumbing his nipples. He can feel his chest rise and fall beneath his hands as Laios’ breaths speed up and the muscles beneath his skin contract.

Chilchuck kneads into the flesh, circling his nipples until they pebble beneath his fingers. Chilchuck pinches them, leaning in to lick the sweat off of Laios neck from between immobilized hands as Laios moans, starting out softly and then growing loud enough to echo off the walls of the room as the sensations grow in intensity. Chilchuck sucks against the skin beneath his lips, adding one more mark to the pretty picture before him.

He doesn’t need to tell Laios how beautiful he is, hands and mouth writing as much against his king’s skin. Chilchuck does not hold back as he starts low on Laios’ abdomen and scratches upwards towards his chest, basking in the pleasured whimpers of pain that seep through the openings around Laios’ gag.

It feeds his own possessive drive to put Laios in his place and make sure everyone knows who he belongs to, unrepentantly selfish in his want to tear the man beneath him apart and put him back together again, placing the pieces where he wants them to go. He can’t put Laios together in a way that keeps him at his side, can’t force him to stay here, so it is the next best thing to send him back to court bruised and reeling. Send him home and wait for the letters that detail how his mind wanders back to these moments, when he is sitting on the throne and letting Kabru and Yaad do the talking.

He drags eight more lines into Laios’ stomach before accepting that he needs to move onto the next step, to be mindful of the time he is using before Laios will need a break.

He kisses the back of Laios’ neck before stepping away. His outer coat is drenched in sweat. That needs to come off before he returns to the storefront. Chilchuck turns back to the oil, thoroughly slicking up the dildo before turning to Laios. Even with the poor positioning, Laios has stretched enough that he can easily get two fingers inside. “You’ve softened up here.”

Laios is listening to him. Chilchuck continues, “That’s good, I don’t want my pup to get hurt when this opens you up.” He withdraws long enough to slick up his fingers again. “Your subjects would be shocked, I’m sure, seeing you being fucked open by something designed after a monster. It would make them remember where you came from.”

He pours the rest of the oil on top of the dragon dick model. Chilchuck stands behind Laios, grabbing his hips and directing him back towards the toy. Laios makes a noise when he touches it, realizing how much bigger it is than the last one. Chilchuck crouches down to line them both up with each other. “You’re my sweet pup, let’s fuck you like one. Like an animal.”

Laios heart is speeding up even before he moves. He bears down and the head pops in. Chilchuck strokes his thigh and murmurs praises. “Good boy, come on, there’s still much more to go.”

Laios whines as he discovers the ridges and bumps, slowing his descent to roll his hips, sliding a little bit out, then back in deeper, out, and in. The first set of bumps slides inside too and Laios jerks upward in surprise, his cock mirroring the motion and returning back to dripping onto the floor. Laios doesn’t know what he was getting into, as Chilchuck made sure to keep this one a secret. It’s a treat to watch him pant and whimper as he slides a little further down and begins to realize how much there is, how different this toy is from every other he had used before.

Laios gets about a third of it inside when there is an audible knock on the shop’s door, jerking Chilchuck out of his hypnotic trance. He walks to Laios’ front with a sigh and pets through his hair, the man rolling his hips and whining in response. “There’s a customer, you had better make progress before I get back.”

He pulls his coat off, leaving him in just a long-sleeved collared shirt and pants. “You sweat all over my coat, by the way. I won’t be able to wear this in front of customers.” Chilchuck pauses with it in his hand and tosses it onto Laios’ head, where it catches before it can slide to the floor, covering his face. “You’re such a mess. Don’t let my clothes get any more dirty.”

He can see Laios’ wheels turning at the new impossible task, trying to adjust the angle of his head to make it more secure. He moves with a sluggishness that Chilchuck recognizes; he has been pushed deeper into his own head and wrung out there.

There’s no way he’ll be able to accomplish both sinking further onto the hard cock inside him and staying still enough to avoid having Chilchuck’s coat slide into the pool of fluids between his legs. Chilchuck considers this development as he goes back out the door and shuts it behind himself. This means he gets to think about a repercussion for such a “mistake.”

He opens the door, looking at the tallman woman’s frantic face that had been peering through his window. “Hello? It’s my lunch break.”

She looks at him shocked and wrings her hands. “At ten in the morning? I hoped you would be able to help me with something very important?” She brandishes a diary with a tiny lock towards him.

Laios is making little noises that he can barely pick up. Goddamnit. He would much rather be watching than up here. Deep breaths. Chilchuck takes it in hand and walks back to the counter. “Sure, is this yours? From family?”

“It’s my great-grandmother’s. She’s passed.” She follows him closely.

“Lots of great-grand relatives belongings needing unlocking today.” Chilchuck remarks as he takes his tool and pops open the very rudimentary lock with zero effort. He opens it up, noting the lack of aging in the pages, childish handwriting, and last month’s date at the top of the page. He shuts it and pulls it away from the woman, who was eagerly reaching for the book. “What’re you trying to pull the wool over my eyes? This isn’t from your goddamn grandma.”

Her eagerness is replaced by frustration and anger. “Hey, I needed it opened, and it IS from my family. I need to know what’s in there.”

Chilchuck steps away from the counter and clicks the lock back shut. Her expression changes to crestfallen. Chilchuck waggles the book in front of her face. “If you want her to tell you ANYTHING, you won’t go reading it from her private diary, otherwise she won’t ever talk to you, and you’ll die alone.”

His speech is undercut by the sound of a whimper from the back room. She looks towards the door in alarm, and before she can think too much, Chilchuck tosses the book back at her. “Get out, I’m refusing you service. You’re welcome.”

She opens and closes her mouth a few times, face turning red for a few reasons, eventually pointing at him. “I DON’T need parenting advice from YOU, I need you to do what you are paid for! What kind of business even is this anyways!?!”

Chilchuck points towards the door. “Out. I won’t ask again.”

She storms out of the shop, the bell ringing brightly at her exit. Chilchuck follows her to the door, locks the deadbolt, flips the shutters, and changes the sign to “Closed.” Good riddance.

He walks over to the doorway and presses his ear against the surface, listening to the sounds that are usually completely inaudible muffled by the wood. He needs to give Laios another couple of minutes to focus, to try and do what Chilchuck asked before he is interrupted. Opening the door now will ruin the illusion that Chilchuck isn’t as desperate as Laios is.

He manages one and a half minutes before opening the door again. As expected, Laios didn’t manage to keep the coat where Chilchuck left it, but unexpectedly instead of landing on the ground, Laios has leaned back, creating just enough of a horizontal surface to catch it on his chest and stomach instead. The most forward edge landed on the root of his cock. It certainly didn’t keep the fabric from getting any less dirty, the feat only accomplished because of the dampness of Laios’ body making it stick.

Laios trembles, no more sounds coming from him. He’s done better than expected, but it doesn’t mean Chilchuck won’t find some fun way to twist this. Chilchuck loudly walks towards Laios, stopping when he is almost between his legs. “Well, I can see you tried your best.”

He pulls the cloth away. “Honestly, it’s worse that you did, you’re more of a wreck than the floor is.”

The coat is already dirty, so Chilchuck uses the corner of it to wipe off the drool around Laios’ mouth and on his chest. Laios is able to move into a less stressful position, finally able to breathe normally again without fear of his movements resulting in failure. Chilchuck puts a hand on his back, sliding it down to his ass as he checks the progress. He’s managed another two inches, but he still has some progress to go before the knot. Chilchuck picks up the oil and rubs the skin stretched around the massive dildo, and Laios groans. He rolls his hips, lifting up and then sinking a little further onto the toy, Chilchuck chasing his retreat to both tease Laios and apply more oil to the surface of the toy. Chilchuck moans along with him as another bump slides inside.

Chilchuck slicks up the rest of the cock with oil again, replacing anything that dripped to the floor. “C’mon big guy, let’s fill you up. I want to see you take it all, want to make you come from being opened up so deep.”

Laios rolls his hips again, slowly sliding a little further down with each motion. Chilchuck licks his lips. “Good boy, you’re doing so well.”

He can’t stop running his mouth. “You know that’s how it feels to have you inside me, when you open me up, make yourself fit, change me until I am only yours. But that’s not how it is for you, I’m a locksmith, you’re a king. You owe your kingdom an heir, one they can all love and dote on.”

Laios whimpers and bucks forward. Chilchuck grins and touches the spot where he is stretched around the dildo again, teasing. “You know, we could let them all nominate someone, let them take you, and none of them could be upset by the child, since they all helped conceive it. You tallmen are really versatile that way, I bet you could even have an oni’s child. Such a good whore for your kingdom, like you were made for it.”

Laios rocks further down onto the cock, right up to the knot. Chilchuck watches. “Such a good slut for me too, so well behaved, so well trained. Such a good boy for Daddy.”

He lets a moment pass where he focuses on touching only, letting Laios bask in this momentary victory. “You realize this isn’t the bottom, right? We don’t know how big everyone is, or what their anatomy would be like. Keep going.”

It’s thrilling to see Laios begin to put the pieces together, spread his legs, and continue rocking, whining, and groaning to take it all in. Chilchuck continues to touch, hands moving to cup Laios’ ass, leading him downward and spreading him open.

He can feel and hear when Laios finally gets it inside, the millimeters of jerky movements changing to a smooth gradual slide as Laios lets out a relieved series of groans. The groans grow longer and louder as he rocks against the toy, the bulb at its base pressing hard into his prostate, massaging it as he barely bounces up and down on it. He can feel how much he is leaking and sucks harder on the gag.

Chilchuck pats his ass and squeezes. “Atta boy, doesn’t that feel nice.”

Laios tilts his head, twisting towards him, earning him a slap on his ass. “Forwards. I’m right here.”

He slaps his ass again, just to see it bounce. The other side deserves equal treatment, which Chilchuck provides. He gets to make sure his good boy stays good, gets to spank him so he remembers his lesson. It isn’t enough to even tint the skin but it is enough for Laios to stay facing forward, grinding his hips in tiny circles as he chases his own pleasure.

Chilchuck lets him go, walking to his front and pushing against Laios’ chest, urging him to lean back into the ropes, to press the cock inside him even more firmly against his prostate and everything else between the hard toy and the front of his body. Laios fights against him with a worried whine, and Chilchuck answers. “What’s wrong?”

Laios tilts his head forwards and tries to say something. Chilchuck pulls out a pair of scissors and cuts through the thread keeping his gag in place, pulling the spit-covered toy out and the frayed ends of string. “What.”

Laios stretches his lips first. The rope still impacts, but does not stop, his speech. “I can feel it moving inside when I do that. It’s pushing on my bladder, Daddy.”

Chilchuck puts a hand on Laios’ stomach, resting it there for comfort only. “Does it bother you?”

Laios pulls at his arm restraints again as he thinks. “...I don’t want to mess anything up.”

“You aren’t messing anything up.” Chilchuck moves to cup his chin instead. “If it’s a bad feeling, we’ll take a break or change positions. If it’s good, I don’t care if you piss on the floor. It’s already got sweat and oil and precum all over it, and it’s going to get even more before I’m through with you.”

He scratches gently under Laios’ chin, like he would a pet. “If I wasn’t ready to deal with a mess, I wouldn’t have gotten a puppy.”

He hooks a finger around the edge of the blindfold and tugs it up, freeing up Laios’ eyes. Laios blinks and focuses on him. His pupils are blown out, leaving almost none of the gold of his irises left. Chilchuck leans over the rope dangling from the ceiling to kiss him, gag or not. “What do you think?”

Laios squirms and leans back slightly, testing the motion. “It’s intense. But good.”

“Intense.” Chilchuck doesn’t want to make him lose that much control over his body, but making Laios repeatedly go over the edge of his comfort zone, fraying the edges of his humanity for a few hours, is one of his greatest pleasures. “I like intense, too. And disciplining you. And trying new things. I don’t want to tell you what I’m planning, I think you’ll like it. Is that okay?”

Laios heart rate picks back up and he nods. Chilchuck kisses him again, and Laios has enough time to prepare for his approach and kiss back before Chilchuck can pull away and address him, deeply serious. “If it’s too intense, you need to open your hand.”

Laios nods. “Yes, sir. Or Siren.”

The safeword. Chilchuck sighs. Laios is still here, still able to say no. “Are you ready to be my good boy again?”

Laios nods. Chilchuck pulls the blindfold back into place and adjusts it. Then, pushes his hand again against Laios’ chest, listening to his nearly unfettered gasps and moans as he lets his weight be supported by the ropes and the angle of the dildo tilts towards his stomach. The knot grinds up against his prostate. His cock is less erect than before, but still drooling clear fluid onto the ground.

Chilchuck joins him on the floor, getting on his knees. “I didn’t tell you your punishment for letting my clothes get dirty, did I?”

Laios groans, carefully moving his hips. Chilchuck pushes his thighs further apart, the movement happening less from his own strength and more from Laios’ willingness to follow directions. “It’s obvious you aren’t ready to serve your people, so we need to fix that. That means you’re coming without me messing with this,” he flicks Laios’ cock, making him jerk forward, “Silly little thing. We can take as long as it needs. And...”

He leans forward and latches onto the soft inside of Laios’ thigh. He bites down, hard. Laios can’t jerk away, tethered down by the toy impaling him, and he cries out as Chilchuck nearly breaks skin on the sensitive spot. Chilchuck pulls back and looks at the mark.

“...for showing that you can’t take care of my property, I’m putting a label on you down here too. So if you wander off…” He takes a break to greedily match the mark on the other side, ignoring Laios’ weeping cock twitching next to his cheek. “…Whoever finds you knows who owns you, even if it’s just from seeing your spread open legs. And I always take care of you just as well as I would any of my other things.”

Laios writhes, desperate noises bouncing around the room. Chilchuck finds a new patch of vulnerable skin and bites down, grinding his teeth into it until he is satisfied with the tang of blood in his mouth and bruises forming. Laios tries to move; closer to the pain, further from it– it doesn’t matter because it doesn’t work. He is thoroughly trapped, with no option but to accept this treatment.

Satisfied with four on each side, Chilchuck licks across the line of bites he left behind. Laios has hardened again, breathing heavily as endorphins surge. Chilchuck leans back, “See, you don’t even need me to touch you more than this, I could bite you enough times and you’d come, wouldn’t you?”

He touches Laios’s abdomen. “Remember how you always touch yourself when you’re inside me?” And he presses down.

Laios is too bulky, too strong and thick, to have the dildo bulge out and bend the skin on its own. However, that doesn’t mean Chilchuck can’t feel its head pressing into Laios’ abdominal wall, pushed even closer by the position Chilchuck forced him into. Its lack of external visual effect won’t stop him from pointing it out as he presses down and makes Laios notice. “Oh, good boy, you took it so deep. I can touch it right now.”

Laios cries out and he thrusts forward onto the toy, or forward towards some stimulation for his own cock that won’t come. Chilchuck presses a little more as Laios lets loose another drip of precum. “You are such a good whore, such a good breeding slut. All we need now is to make it so nobody ever needs to worry about your cock because you love being fucked so much.”

The gag in Laios’ mouth is doing nothing but chafing the corners of his lips as he is open-mouthed, panting and moaning as he lifts himself up and down minutely, feeling the pressure change as the cock moves inside him. Chilchuck rotates his hand in circles, rubbing the head through his skin in a way that would be pleasurable if it were a real dick. Completely ignoring the one dripping and twitching less than a foot away.

Chilchuck moves his other hand, reaching between Laios’ legs and nudging his sac out of the way to rub against his perineum. Laios can only tremble as his prostate continues to be massaged, the fingers and knot pinning it in place and creating a dizzying sensation, milking more fluid out of him.

Chilchuck follows the path of the precum with his eyes. “I would watch, you know, when you got bred. My good little pup needs someone to take care of him. Someone who can see him crying and tell his studs he can take it, keep going, harder. Because you can take it, can’t you? My good boy. You can come for me just like this too.”

It’s as if Laios suddenly became aware of his body, the release tantalizingly just out of reach. If only he had something touching his cock, he would have come by now. He rolls more insistently on the toy, leaning as far back as he is allowed to give himself up to the hands touching him. Chilchuck licks his lips. “You’re so close, so pretty, so good. Are you gonna come for me? Just from having your hole filled and legs bitten? From my hands on you? From the ropes, from your collar?”

He presses down harder, moving faster. “Or are you thinking about being everyone’s favorite cockwarmer? Let me pull your leash and put your ass up to be mounted while I pet your hair and tell you you’ll be such a good papa to your litter. We can let the people who don’t have to be puppies take care of the crown and its rules, you just need to be a good boy.”

Laios whimpers and his hips jerk in tiny motions as he comes, his cock drips a milky fluid onto the floor, and more oozes out as he rocks back and forth.

Chilchuck wants to fuck him so badly. He hates having more plans that try his own patience.

Instead, he keeps moving his hands in insisting circles against the spot between his legs, even as Laios whimpers and then cries in oversensitivity, shaking and gasping for breath. His arms shake and he can’t stop himself from jerking from side to side trying to find relief. But, the ropes hold him up and away from any real chance of escape, his gasps undercut with quiet growls of frustration that etch themselves into Chilchuck’s memory. He’s biting the rope between his lips, teeth bared, showing the rabid creature that Laios turns into when pushed far enough. The muscles in his arms flex and strain against his bonds, not to ground himself but in an instinctive need to break free.

Chilchuck reaches up with his free hand, not going to be intimidated by his own pet, and cups his chin. “Oh, is that how it is?” Laios gives a guttural snarl and tries again to jerk free as Chilchuck smears cum from the puddle onto his cock and strokes quickly. There are little wet spots on the blindfold from where his tears have soaked into the fabric.

Chilchuck rocks against the fabric of his own pants. He grabs onto the rope gag again, keeping Laios right where he is. “Is my big scary monster here?”

Laios tries to pull away, and Chilchuck braces himself against the floor to thwart his attempts. Laios stays hunched over, now dripping spit onto his own cock as he moans and howls from his chest. Chilchuck yanks on the rope, just because he can, because he is in charge, because he disciplines Laios like it’s his job, because he loves having control over both sides of him. He had been fantasizing about this moment for the whole week before Laios’ visit, when they were both planning this. “I don’t care whether you’re my pup or my monster, you will always be my good boy. I will MAKE you be good.”

Laios tries to thrash out of the hold two more times, making frustrated grunts and growls at each attempt, answered by Chilchuck with a forceful hold and the repetition, “You are Daddy’s good boy– you will take what I give you and you will be good.”

If Laios had been sweating before, it’s nothing compared to now as he grunts in exertion and fights. His snarls turn to sobs as his cock hardens again. Chilchuck knows he’s won when Laios leans his head over, chest heaving and tongue slid out of his mouth beneath the rope, and begins to rock up and down again, fucking himself vigorously on the cock inside him. Chilchuck can see him slide off the knot and back onto it, groaning so deeply that it could be mistaken for a roar. “Good boy, that’s my good boy. Now Daddy gets to make you feel good, only for his good boy.”

Chilchuck catches Laios’ tongue with two fingers, no concerns about restraints– when Laios is so desperate to lick and lap at his fingers, he doesn’t need any additional incentive to stay still. Chilchuck can feel the telltale spasm of his approaching orgasm and slows his touches. Laios tries to make up for it by bouncing on his toy, but it isn’t enough now. He whines, sounding more like a growl than a plea.

Chilchuck reaches for his blindfold and yanks it off, letting Laios blink stupidly at him through wet lashes, a new puffy redness to his eyes. Chilchuck brings both hands back to Laios’ cock and he moans as the hands almost touch him, then his eyes flutter closed as Chilchuck strokes with both hands from root to tip.

“No.” Chilchuck slaps his thigh, forcing attention back to himself. “Look at me, I’m the one making you feel good. Let me see it.”

Laios burns from the inside out as he looks at Chilchuck, as he is studied by his partner’s roving eyes. He rolls his hips again, gaze unwavering as he groans loudly in pleasure.

Chilchuck adjusts his position so he doesn’t get too distracted by his own intrusive arousal, the bulge and motion something Laios does not miss. He rolls his hips forward again, and Chilchuck stares with unfettered adoration as Laios approaches and tips over the edge again, gasping as cum spurts out of his cock and onto the floor.

Chilchuck coaxes him through his second orgasm and keeps going past the point of pleasure a second time. This time, there is a deep growing need still inside, and Laios makes an alarmed cry as he feels…SOMETHING building again, but not an orgasm. Chilchuck shushes him. “Take what Daddy gives you, be good, fuck, you look so good.”

Laios trembles and bounces on the cock, staring at Chilchuck like he is the only thing that matters. Something is clenching and unclenching inside of him, and with one more spasm clear fluid jerks from his cock as he squirts, like an overwhelming wave of sensation continuing to build after his cum had run dry. Only after he stops thrusting forward does Chilchuck gently circle the head of his cock instead. His body trembles as he stares at Chilchuck, begging for him to stop the only way he is capable of in this state; with whimpers and pleading eyes that blink away any tears starting to build again.

Chilchuck finally stops and lets his softening cock go. “Gooood boy, so good for me.”

He kisses Laios’ face and hair, reaching to undo the knots keeping his hands tied behind his head and the gag secured in his mouth. Laios can feel the ache in his arms behind the adrenaline and endorphins thrumming through his body as they too are released and massaged into their correct place. Chilchuck holds out his hands for Laios, first taking the bells from his closed fists and then giving orders. “Lean forwards, slide up, you still have the toy inside.”

Laios does his best, using his hands and legs to ease off the dildo still inside him, grunting as each bump presses against his now sore prostate and rim. He pitches forward into the rope still around his chest holding him up when he is done. He feels loose and empty and sore. Chilchuck caresses his face and wipes the sweat from his brow before it can sting his eyes. “You were great, did exactly what I asked from you, so good…”

Laios leans his face into Chilchuck’s shoulder, inhaling his scent and wrapping his arms around the warm body before him. Chilchuck scratches at his scalp and rubs his nape, making the collar there ring. Laios moans at the comforting touch, still his good boy, still wanting to please his daddy.

Chilchuck lets him rest, petting and stroking his hair and peppering his face in kisses until he can climb high enough into himself to kiss back. Chilchuck stares at him, painfully fond, until there is a twitch in Laios smile and the tallman tightens his grip and licks his face, first the cheek then mouth and chin.

Chilchuck sputters and grabs Laios’ hair at his hairline and jerks him back. Laios looks at him with half-lidded eyes, licking his lips, clearly regretting nothing. Chilchuck’s mouth twitches as he forces his grin into a stern face. “I thought you were being good.”

Laios wiggles his butt, despite being tailless, and does not answer. Chilchuck huffs. “Well, you need to let me go if I’m going to finish untying you.”

Laios pouts and pushes against the hand in his hair to nuzzle into Chilchuck’s shirt, mouthing gently at the buttons and biting the breast pocket. Chilchuck entertains him, lets him continue downward until he is caught by the rope around his chest, still attached to the beam above. He is stopped just before the bottom of Chilchuck’s shirt, belt and waistband just out of reach. He stretches towards his goal, only succeeding in bathing the belt buckle with his tongue.

Chilchuck scratches behind his ear and does nothing to aid his plight. “I told you, I need to untie this. So you have to be good and let me go. I’ll be right back.”

Laios ignores the direction for another few moments, trying to open the buckle with his teeth. Chilchuck grabs him by his hair again, pulling his head back. “Be good. I mean it.”

Laios lets his hands drop and lands fully back into kneeling. “Daddy?”

Chilchuck makes an interested hum, and Laios continues. He dips his head lower, against the hand holding him back, to kiss the belt buckle. “Can you come inside me?”

Chilchuck looks at him, skeptical. “Are you sure you don’t want a drink and something to eat first?”

Laios shakes his head. “Please. I’ve been so good. I want Sir to fill me with his cum.”

He is still completely soft, whatever zeal for the act coming from beyond his libido. “You said earlier. I can be your whore, your slut. Please, just fill me up.”

Chilchuck unties the rope, letting it drape loose from the beam above. “I was going to fuck you upstairs after getting you untied.”

Laios gets a look in his eye. “Why not here and upstairs?”

Chilchuck walks closer, pulling the rest of the rope to the floor. “My recovery period isn’t as fast as yours, I’ll need a break before I can go again.”

“Maybe in the morning?”

‘Before I need to leave.’ is left hanging between them. Chilchuck grunts. “What about tomorrow afternoon?”

Laios sighs. “Chil, please.”

Chilchuck grumbles and pulls apart the knots on his chest. “Yeah, sorry Laios.”

The silence is less comfortable, the discomfort broken by the ropes falling at their feet (or knees) and Chilchuck gripping Laios face in both his hands to give a bruising kiss. Laios bites him back. It is a furious gnashing of lips and tongues that leaves them both moaning. Their lips are bright red and swollen after they are done, Chilchuck tonguing a new split in his lip.

Laios goes to Chilchuck’s neck, licking and mouthing the skin. Chilchuck threads his fingers through his hair and squeezes, neither pulling him closer nor pushing him away. Laios chooses a spot and gnaws on it, sliding his teeth across the flesh before sucking on the skin, licking and biting what he pulls into his mouth. The hand in his hair tightens even more, while Chilchuck tilts his head to the side, giving him more room. Laios brings up his hands and smooths over Chilchuck’s shirt, going for the buttons, when he is interrupted by a slap to the wrist.

Chilchuck tugs on his head, just enough to get his point across. “Hands down, L-pup. You don’t know your own strength. No paws.” He can still demand control, still know that Laios will listen to him, still reach for that power denied to him over the years, even if he cannot tell Laios to never leave. He needs this.

“Mhm.” Laios replies into his neck, pulling back to observe his work with zeal. There is a red and purple mark, round and plump from tenderly broken blood vessels. He leans back in and licks it, smoothing over the sore spot. Chilchuck tugs his hair and directs him to the other side of his neck, tilting again to give him room. Laios noses against the shirt collar and sucks another mark into his skin, digging in his teeth around the circumference, getting a hiss from Chilchuck. He always liked the end result more than the effort, the pain, it took to get there. Laios laps against it as well, licking away the faint taste of iron before going lower.

He finds very quickly that he does not have the dexterity needed to undo the buttons with just his teeth, and grumbles. He can feel Chilchuck trying not to laugh beneath his mouth, the hand in his hair scratching at his neck in a way that makes him want to roll over and stretch out for more. Give in to his aching muscles and be pampered at his Daddy’s feet.

But, he has a goal in mind as he opens his mouth against Chilchuck’s nipple and exhales warm air onto it, tongue teasing through the fabric until it hardens and the hand returns to clutch at his hair. Then, he moves over to the next. The scrape of his teeth carries less bite when he can’t get his mouth directly onto flesh. He dips lower and licks through the gap in the shirt’s buttons just above his waist, pressing his tongue flat to his skin and moving downward until he reaches the barrier of the belt blocking him from going further.

When he looks up at Chilchuck, pleading with his eyes, he is met with Chilchuck’s mouth hanging slightly open as he breathes heavily and stares. Laios swallows and presses himself lower to the ground, going level with Chilchuck’s hips. He kisses the front of his pants, nudging the hardness he finds there with his nose and open mouth. Putting his lips over his teeth, he tries to bend the well-fitted garment enough to hold him in his mouth, huffing hot air onto Chilchuck’s cock and staying lax and pliant, using his tongue where he knows the head should be and teasing through the fabric.

Chilchuck fists his hair in both hands and Laios groans. He rolls his hips forward into Laios’ face, against the mouth held open and inviting. A gradual whine is exhaled against his cock as Laios continues to mouth at his prize hidden by layers of fabric. He would let Chilchuck use him like this, grinding against his mouth without even undressing until he came, never letting Laios taste a drop.

Chilchuck is not that cruel. He lets go of Laios’ head to open the front of his trousers, and his pet’s eyes zero in on the spot as he wriggles in excitement. He fists his cock and Laios’ hair at the same time, holding him back from immediately slobbering all over him. “Be nice. If I come in your mouth, I’m not fucking your ass.”

Laios is already leaning forward, blinking up at him with his tongue hanging out. Chilchuck squeezes his hair. “Don’t move.”

He slides the head of his cock onto Laios’ tongue, grinding against the warm wet muscle as Laios fights the urge to devour the meal before him, panting. It feels like a type of worship, Chilchuck thinks. It feels like he is a god and Laios his disciple, accepting reward and punishment so readily that he can’t tell which is which. But through his service, suffering and worship alike, he alone is the only thing seen in the eye of his deity. A zealot for a man who deserves none of this affection, but earned every ounce.

Chilchuck lets his cock lay on the pillow of Laios’ tongue, the flesh folding inward and cradling him. “Get me wet.”

Laios does not need to be told twice and he finally shuts his mouth around him, bathing him with his wet tongue and tucking the head of his cock into the soft side of his cheek. Chilchuck thrusts into the feeling, sliding from cheek to just past his molars that lift out of the way, and back, hissing. “Fuck, Laios.”

Laios creeps his hands back around Chilchuck’s ankles, fingers and palms wrapping around his heel covered in smart leather shoes. Chilchuck thrusts inwards and enjoys the feeling of warmth and wetness one last time before pulling himself out with a pop when he separates from the soft mouth in front of him. Laios drops his forehead into Chilchuck’s thigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose and cheek against Chilchuck’s dick, ready to continue his worship, halted in his tracks. Chilchuck holds him tightly against his hip. “If you move, I’m going to come. So stay still.”

Laios whines, and shuts his eyes. After a minute, Chilchuck starts petting his hair again, and after two he pulls Laios away. “Turn around, I need to fuck my good boy right now.”

Laios wastes no time facing away and arching his back, head resting on his arms on the ground, like an animal in heat. Chilchuck cups the curve of his ass, running his palms up and down from thigh to lower back in appreciation. He grabs the oil again and slicks up his fingers. Laios turns to look. “I’m already stretched, Sir.” Annoyed and petulant.

Chilchuck slides in two fingers effortlessly. “I need to make sure, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Laios almost believes him until Chilchuck feels around for his sweet spot and digs into it again with his fingertips. Laios instinctively arches away and yelps, tightening around the digits, which keep chasing him and pressing against the spot. It isn’t as painful as before but it isn’t what he wants, not to be driven mad or to be given fingers when he was promised more. He warbles, “Daddy! Please! I just want your cock!”

He slams his fists into the floor in frustration when he can bend no further and each press of the fingers sends phantom sensations through his body, making the muscles in his pelvis spasm.

Chilchuck waits until Laios is shaking again before pulling back his fingers and tugging on his hip. “Hands and knees, come on. You can put your head down when I’m done.”

Laios twists to give him an accusing glare from the ground. “You’re going to hit my prostate with your dick if I get up.”

Chilchuck slaps his ass. “Yeah, exactly. You’re gonna make me miss it when you’re tilted down like that. You get so twitchy on the inside when I go past your sweet spot, so soft and hard at the same time. It makes ME feel good. And we both know you like it.”

Laios groans in frustration even as his cock makes a valiant effort to participate, and gets up onto his hands and knees, letting his head hang down. Chilchuck pats him. “Good boy. Now don’t move, Daddy needs you to stay still.”

He finally presses his cock into Laios, whose moan is punctuated by a catch in his breath as Chilchuck sinks all the way in with one thrust.

He spasms around Chilchuck, not from the immense size of his cock but from his repeated batterings against his prostate, his smaller size making him hit it anew with every thrust. The room is filled with the sounds of their fucking; grunts and the wet slap of skin on skin dominating the silence. It’s such a relief to finally be wrapped inside the wet heat of Laios, his mouth already such a tease. He is more loose than usual, insides stretched and soft compared to his usual tightness, but he instinctively spasms with each thrust, like he is trying to milk the cum out of his cock rather than writhing in sensitivity.

Chilchuck wishes he weren’t already so close to the edge so he could keep feeling this good for longer, keep making Laios tremble until he pushes him through another orgasm, sobbing at the feeling but giving Chilchuck what he wants, his pleasure only a side effect of Chilchuck’s own. He reaches for Laios’ cock and thrusts harder. He isn’t going to last, not as excited as he’s been all day, not when he gets to choose the pace and position, not when his pleasure is finally paramount and Laios wants him to take whatever he desires. Chilchuck slows to a painful crawl to keep himself from coming immediately at the thought.

They have been playing for so long that Chilchuck barely lasts another minute before he is thrusting in as deeply as he can, teasing the tip of Laios’ cock to make him tighten up again. Laios groans as Chilchuck’s thrusts become more erratic. “Yessss, sir…” Laios hums in contentment as the cock inside him twitches and pumps cum into him.

Chilchuck slaps their hips together three more times before folding over him to hold their bodies together. He tucks his arms beneath Laios’ stomach and squeezes, kissing his back. They rock together, Chilchuck still inside Laios as they catch their breath. Chilchuck rests his forehead on his back. “D’you want to move? You can lay down if you want.”

Laios hums his agreement and drops his arms forward and head down, falling back into the position he had been in before Chilchuck had commanded him back on his hands and knees, the tilt of gravity sliding Chilchuck and his cum deeper. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Of course.” Chilchuck pulls out slowly and admires the man beneath him. “Tired?”

Laios looks up at him, face flushed and eyes foggy. He wants to stay like this just for a moment longer. “Mhm.”

Chilchuck steps away, returning to sit with his legs crossed next to Laios’ head. “You need to drink something.”

Laios gingerly shifts on his knees and lies down on the floor. Just as Chilchuck has predicted, they are red after and will bloom into a purple color by the morning.

He puts a straw into a cup of water and places it to his lips. Laios sighs and sucks on it, draining the liquid. Chilchuck strokes his hair. His hands wander to the collar around Laios’ neck. “Want me to take this off?”

Laios shakes his head. Chilchuck leaves it, returning to scratching behind his ear. “We’re gonna have to go upstairs to get a bath, when you’re ready.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Laios crawls forward and drops his head into Chilchuck’s lap, arms sprawled in a loose circle around his legs. Chilchuck scratches the short hairs on the back of his head, and traces the edge of the collar. “Laios, you did so well. You are my good boy, no matter what.”

Laios burrows into the crease of his knee, heedless of the scratchy fabric of his work pants. “I don’t want to go tomorrow either.”

“What?”

“What you said earlier.”

Chilchuck sighs. “That wasn’t fair of me to ask when I did.”

Laios brow furrows. “When you said it, I thought about it. If I just didn’t go back, or we both left together and became other people.”

Chilchuck laughs. “Yeah? And then what?”

Laios chuckles. “Can you imagine, if both the king and the leader of the half-foot union disappeared?”

They are both quiet for a moment. Chilchuck traces the shell of his ear. “...It would be a disaster, politically.”

“Yeah.” Laios sighs.

Chilchuck refills the cup with more water from the waterskin and nudges the straw against the other man’s mouth. Laios catches it and drinks a little more. “...What was that, at the end? I couldn’t come again that quickly.”

Chilchuck flushes and scratches his hair again. “I didn’t mean for it to happen, sorry.”

Laios turns to stare at him. Chilchuck chews on his lip. “Listen, I’ve only heard of it happening to women, where they orgasm and squirt. It was pretty hot, to make you do that.”

“You’ve never..?” Laios asks.

“Nope, not everyone can either, so don’t worry too much.” Chilchuck pats his head. “You’d probably make me pass out if you tried.”

Laios looks away, thinking. Chilchuck tucks two fingers beneath his collar. “Worry about getting yourself upstairs first. I am not fucking you down here again today.” He slides his fingers to just behind the tag. “As nice as this is, I would rather have you in my bed.”

Laios gets to his knees and tightens his grip around Chilchuck, one on his waist and the other below his ass. He stands, lifting Chilchuck into the air, the other man grabbing his shoulders with an annoyed look, answered by such an openly adoring gaze that Chilchuck can’t even consider reprimanding him.

He carries him out of the back room and to the door of the upstairs apartment, needing to bend his head at the doorways to get past. Laios knows the way to the bed, dropping Chilchuck into the mattress before crawling in himself. Chilchuck knows he could stop this with only a word, remind Laios about the collar around his neck, that this creature crawling toward him is not predator, but pet. Instead, he stays still and silent as Laios lays his weight onto Chilchuck and pins him down. While in a scene their roles are more concrete, out of them the flow of power is more turbulent and quick to change.

The only sound permeating the room is their breaths and the creaking of the furniture.

Laios kisses him, the softness of his mouth contrasting the solid weight keeping Chilchuck in place. Chilchuck kisses back, bending his neck forward to increase the contact, mirroring the soft laziness, ignoring the twinge of pain from the split in his lip. Laios draws back. “Can’t we stay here?”

Chilchuck swallows and leans back into the temptation of lips. As if saying no was ever an option. “You won’t even let me take off my shoes? Or get us a bath?”

Laios drops his chin onto Chilchuck’s chest. “I’ll think about it.”

Chilchuck wiggles, trying to get free, as Laios lays there watching with half-lidded eyes. Chilchuck jabs the toe of his foot into Laios’ stomach. “I won’t be able to get up if you fall asleep on me. You still have your collar on. That means I’m still Daddy, and you need to listen to me.”

Laios presses his nose into his shirt, snuffling against it before rolling to the side. Chilchuck sits up and kisses Laios on the forehead before stroking his chest and stomach. Laios sighs and rolls onto his back and Chilchuck puts both his hands on him, rubbing and scritching his stomach. “That was very good. Sweet pup.”

Laios closes his eyes and has struggles to open them back up. Chilchuck strokes more slowly. “Are you gonna fall asleep?”

Laios blinks and refocuses. “I don’t want to.”

“Why not? I’m not going anywhere.”

Laios looks like he is going to try and pin him down again, and he gets ready to jump out of the way. Instead, he sighs and stares at him. “But I am. I don’t want to sleep through the rest of the time I can spend with you.”

Chilchuck relaxes and crawls back up until they are face to face and gives him another kiss. “...Just a nap, and then we can have a real bath, lunch, and relax. I closed the shop for the day.” Laios doesn’t look convinced, so Chilchuck pushes harder. “It won’t be fun if you’re about to fall asleep every five seconds for the whole evening. And we can fuck in the tub or something, since we’ll have more rest.”

“Mmm, is that an order?”

“...Yeah, it is.”

Laios sighs. Chilchuck pecks him on the lips one more time before finally kicking off his shoes and changing into shorts so he can lay against him, skin on skin. Laios wraps his arms around him, trapping him here if he had any intention of moving. Chilchuck lifts the collar and looks at the tags, before going for the buckle. “I’m going to miss you.”

The arms around him tighten. He continues, pulling the collar loose and laying it off to the side. “Next time you see your advisors, see if they need any help looking at another trade agreement or something, a delegation can meet them in Melini. Okay?”

Laios is the one who covers his face in kisses this time.

Later, Chilchuck will worry about a bath and a real lunch, and stay awake for as long is reasonable for a man his age, denying the impending deadline on their reunion. He fucks Laios one more time on the bed before he can get into his traveling clothes, his departure leaving an emptiness within them both. The carriage ride back is not pleasant, but Laios would never consider healing any of his bruises, bites, or aches away.

It’s all he can think about as he sits at the head of the table with his advisors discussing some new trade agreement with one of the kingdoms to the North. He presses his legs together and can feel the ache of the bitemarks between his legs and the thrum of his sore muscles. The bites will probably last for at least a week or so, assuming everyone remains unaware to his plight, while his sore muscles will only linger for another two days or less.

“...Laios, are you even listening? You’re from the North, your opinion would be welcome.” Kabru sighs with his pleasant smile that usually means he’s annoyed. “Honestly, you’re king now, even if we are helping, you are the one who will need to make the final call and make orders.”

Laios sits up straight and tries not to think about curling around the form so much smaller than himself, unable to decide if he wants to be beneath him or above. His muscles protest the movement, carrying the remaining ache that calls him back home, not to a place but a name whispered like a prayer in his absence. But, the others are looking at him, waiting for a response. He sighs.

“Sorry Kabru, you’re right.”