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The days couldn’t pass by quickly enough for Claude, who was bubbling over with anxiety and excitement. Passing by Hubert and Ferdinand made his face burn red every time; Hubert would smirk but, Ferdinand would pass by with nothing more than a soft smile and a wave, scarlet hair flowing behind him.
Claude found it harder and harder to resist touching himself in the days coming up to the fateful night. He would remember how passive Ferdinand was under Caspar’s body and how his strong back rolled with his movements. He realised he hadn’t even seen Ferdinand's cock the whole time he had watched, and he wanted to know what it looked like. Was it slender or thick, did it curve up or down, did he shave or not? All sorts of questions buzzed through Claude’s head, especially during the late hours of the night.
Finally, the night arrived. The day was long and Claude was tense. His old friends noticed, of course, though he simply brushed them off and said it was nerves for the upcoming battle. They understood and urged him to do something to relax and take his mind off it and suddenly, his brain was racing at a thousand images per second of Ferdinand’s supple body.
Claude nervously sat in his room, counting down the seconds. He sat on his bed, feet planted firmly on the floor with his one leg bouncing and jerking. He gripped onto his cloak and wrung it in his hands. He had already bathed in the scented baths and made sure to trim himself and wash thoroughly, trying to do his best not just for Ferdinand but also for Hubert. He didn’t want to upset the intimidating man and be thrown out halfway through the sex.
Unable to contain himself any longer, Claude stood. He twisted his doorknob and shut the door behind him, passing Lorenz’ room and standing before Ferdinand’s door. This time, it was shut tight and he couldn’t hear a thing behind the wood. Was it time? Was he too early? Was there anyone even in the room yet? Were they preparing? Claude’s swallowed down hard and rapped his knuckle against the door.
“Come in,” came Ferdinand’s voice, steady and without an inch of nervousness.
Claude opened the door and stepped into Ferdinand’s room for the first time ever. It was every inch as luxurious as the man was. Books covered his shelves and lined his desk. There was a stunning hairbrush and bottles of perfume on his desk too. At the foot of his bed were a pair of riding boots and nearby, a kit for keeping them in immaculate repair. His clothes were folded neatly and placed on top of his chest of drawers and the man himself was dressed in his bed-clothes; deep red silky garments lined with a gold trim and the crest of the von Aegir household embroidered on the left side of his chest.
The room was well illumiated despite the lateness of the night; a candle was on the bedside table, the sconces on the walls were lit and a single candle stood aflame on his desk. Sat at the very same desk, was Hubert, his one leg folded over the other and his arms across his chest. Claude realised he looked incredibly good; dressed down too, in black slacks and a white button-up shirt with his sleeves rolled up to the elbows. His hair was slightly unkempt, but it still hung over his face with a kind of elegance, and he regarded Claude with a quick nod.
“Ah, Claude! Hello!” Ferdinand smiled. He extended his hand and Claude took it, slightly weirded out by the formal gesture. They shook hands and Ferdinand patted the space on the bed beside him. Claude first untied the laces on his boots and set them beside the door, padding over barefoot to the bed and taking a seat beside Ferdinand, practically sitting on his own hands, not sure where to put them or what to do.
There was a brief awkward silence before Ferdinand reached out and pulled Claude’s hand out from underneath him. He clasped it in both his strong hands.
“Is this your first time?”
“No! No, no! I’ve done this before!”
“With another couple?”
Claude rubbed his head and tried to hide behind his hand, face turning red already. “No, I mean… I’m not a… virgin but, yeah, this is the first time I’ve done something like this.”
Ferdinand laughed and gave Claude’s sweaty hand a gentle squeeze. “Aha, of course. Well, don’t worry, Hubert and I will guide you through everything and if you ever want to stop, just let us know, alright?”
Claude dropped the hand on his face, nodding, biting his lip. He chanced a glance up at Hubert who was watching him with a slight smirk across his lips. He wanted to smack it straight off his ghoulish face but knew he couldn’t and even though he had said before that he had no performance anxiety, he was starting to feel nervous now. He laughed and turned to look at Ferdinand.
“I’m not going to lie… I’m really nervous.”
Ferdinand let out a coo and pressed a hand against Claude’s cheek, rubbing his fingers against the short-bristled hairs of his sideburns. “It’s alright, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Just… relax. It’ll come naturally to you.”
Claude swallowed and nodded. Ferdinand leaned his forehead against Claude’s and the golden-skinned boy let his green eyes shut, taking in the scent of Ferdinand. It was masculine but light; like sandalwood, a rich and milky smell. Ferdinand’s fingers caressed and rubbed against his sideburns, turning to run over and behind Claude’s ears. He shivered feeling the feather-light touch and let out a shaky breath, trying his best to relax.
Ferdinand’s fingers rubbed at the spot behind Claude’s ears, making his head tilt back just slightly and he tickled the piercing in Claude’s left ear. His fingers caressed the back of his head and the nape of his neck, scratching lightly with his perfectly manicured nails. Claude shuddered again.
“Kiss his neck, Ferdinand,” came Hubert’s low voice.
Claude’s eyes shot open and he was about to stutter out a response, but Ferdinand’s soft lips came to latch onto the skin of his neck. Claude’s green eyes rolled into the back of his head when those soft, plump lips caressed against his skin. They were warm and delicate, feather-light to begin with. His lips moved to the underside of his chiselled jaw and then down the thick lines of Claude’s neck.
“H-Hubert…” Claude gasped out. “I thought you said-”
“I said that you cannot kiss him, not that he cannot kiss you. Besides, you think it’s possible to get hard without some foreplay?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow. Claude turned his head back so that Ferdinand could keep treating his neck and slowly, shakily, he reached up and tangled his hands into those long locks. They were thick between his fingers and he tangled into them, wanting to tug and pull but wary of Hubert’s watchful gaze. His eyes rolled shut again when Ferdinand’s tongue came out to run across his skin.
“Is this okay?” he breathed. Claude nodded quickly and Ferdinand continued to run his tongue over Claude’s throat, tracing over his Adam’s apple, kissing it chastely. Claude whimpered quietly until Ferdinand’s lips came to rest in the crook of his neck and collarbone, sucking softly.
“Don’t mark him, Ferdinand,” Hubert warned.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, Hubie,” Ferdinand replied, sucking softly still, not hard enough to leave any deep purple bruises, even if Claude ached to feel the pain of hard sucking and teeth against his skin.
Ferdinand lifted his head and stared into Claude’s eyes. He was still nervous, though his body had certainly gotten more excited and far hotter. His hands moved through Ferdinand’s hair and he pulled it over his shoulder, running a hand over Ferindand’s face. Throwing a quick glance at Hubert, Claude leaned down to Ferdinand’s neck, tentatively kissing.
“Hmm,” Ferdinand hummed, pulling the other into him, tilting his head back slightly. Claude peppered the pale skin with soft kisses, along the jaw and up to the ear. Tucking loose strands of crimson hair behind it, Claude breathed hotly into Ferdinand’s ear. The nobleman shuddered and laughed shakily.
“Do it again, Claude.” Spurred on by his words, Claude breathed into Ferdinand’s ear once more, kissing against the shell and running his tongue over it. He moved on the bed, tucking his knees underneath him so that he could move closer to Ferdinand, whose hands were resting comfortably on his broad shoulders. Claude took the earlobe into his mouth and sucked on it and he felt Ferdinand jolt under him.
“Oh…” he breathed, and Claude growled lowly in his chest. He started to kiss down Ferdinand’s neck too and heeded Hubert’s warning in his mind, kissing gently, over and over in random patterns across the fair skin. His night-shirt was beginning to slide off his shoulder, exposing more of his collarbone and Claude latched onto it, gently grazing his teeth over the skin.
“Strip him, Claude.”
Hubert’s words sent a hot shiver through Claude. He could get used to being ordered around. He nodded and pulled back from Ferdinand’s neck, with agile fingers undoing and pulling his silky red nightshirt undone. He pulled the cloth open and his mouth went dry, staring at the canvas of white skin beneath his. Along his right shoulder and collarbone, were faint purple bruises and Claude’s gentle fingertips grazed over them.
“Mmh… from Hubert,” Ferdinand breathed, looking up at his boyfriend who was still sitting at the desk but now with his legs uncrossed, accommodating for the growing bulge and increasing tightness in his trousers. Claude exposed Ferdinand’s muscled shoulders; gods, he knew how to swing a lance because the evidence was under his dark hands. He caressed and squeezed the hardened skin, pressing it and absorbing the muscle with his palms.
“Ferdinand… you look…” Claude was left speechless, unable to accurately convey how stunning Ferdinand looked. On the cusp between masculine and feminine, he had a kind of grace and elegance to him that exuded noble perfection. His face was flawless with groomed eyebrows, a dazzling smile and sparkling caramel eyes. And his body; Claude wanted to melt against that body and hold it against him and mark it until it was stained with him.
“Strip him,” came Hubert’s voice once more. Claude nodded, finally tugging the shirt off and Ferdinand pulled his arms free. He cast it aside, off the edge of the bed and with a firm hand on Ferdinand’s chiselled abdomen, he forced the other man to lie down. A pale hand came to rest above the chocolate one on his body and he squeezed it, gazing up at Claude. The head of the Golden Deer was shaking with want.
“All of him, Claude,” Hubert breathed. Turning to look over his shoulder, Claude’s eyes shot to the large pale hand massaging over the front of Hubert’s slacks. He was even more turned on now, shamefully so; knowing that Hubert, the cold and calculating tactician, was getting off to him and his boyfriend touching one another was inexplicably arousing.
Claude’s fingers found the hem of Ferdinand’s red silky breeches and started to slide them down his thighs. As inch after inch became exposed, Claude felt his self-control slowly crumbling away. Those thighs were heavenly; thick, muscled and powerful, he hoped that Ferdinand would suffocate him between those milky thighs. He ripped them off in the end, impatience growing, and Ferdinand gasped.
Claude’s hands were hungry, roaming up those thighs. They were smooth; did Ferdinand shave his legs? It wouldn’t surprise him. Ferdinand had his lower lip drawn between his teeth and was huffing out ragged breaths through his nose, watching Claude lean over his body and kiss into the V-line of his pelvis, shifting so that he was laying on the bed between Ferdinand’s legs.
Claude’s tongue ran over the skin hotly, leaving a long trail of saliva in its wake. His goatee was scratching against Ferdinand’s skin but the red-headed man seemed to love the sharp scratching.
“Mmh… Claude… ah…” he moaned, turning his head to the side and burying it into the pillow.
Claude’s mouth came to rest over Ferdinand’s white under-clothes, mouthing at the growing bulge. He lost himself in the thick musky scent, pushing his nose into Ferdinand’s soft balls, inhaling deeply. Gods, he was going wild; the feeling of Ferdinand’s hands running through his hair and pulling ever so slightly combined with the powerful scent of another man made his cock ache.
He wrapped his arms under Ferdinand’s thighs and then over the top of them, bringing them in closer and squeezing them around his own head. The sensation of those well-trained muscles closing over his ears sent him crazy. Claude’s mouth opened and he sucked on Ferdinand’s balls through the fabric, soaking it with his saliva. Ferdinand’s legs tensed and squeezed just a little tighter.
“C-Claude, your tongue… mmh…” Ferdinand breathed.
Hubert mumbled something though Claude couldn’t hear. He protested when Ferdinand opened his legs and released his head. A gentle hand came under his chin and guided his face up and Claude met Ferdinand’s half-lidded gaze. He wanted to kiss Ferdinand more than anything but knew he couldn’t lest he suffer from Hubert’s wrath.
“Lay back, Claude,” came Ferdinand’s soft voice. The golden-skinned man nodded, laying back, watching Ferdinand peel of his white smallclothes, though his cock still remained hidden from sight. Suddenly, Claude was aware of how naked Ferdinand was and how many clothes he was still wearing. Ferdinand came to straddle him and tugged the sash free from being tucked into the belt looped tightly around Claude’s middle. He tossed the two garments aside, lifting Claude’s shirt over his head.
“Do it, Ferdinand,” came Hubert’s voice. It was rasping and his hand had now slid beneath his slacks, tugging at his cock though he was keeping it steady, drawing out the pleasure as he watched his boyfriend engage lewdly with the Almyran.
Ferdinand nodded and shivered, lifting up one of Claude’s arms. For a moment, the other was surprised and then he let out a loud moan, flushed with filthy arousal. Ferdinand’s mouth came to his pectoral and then he opened his mouth so that his wet tongue ran all the way across his skin and up through his armpit. He hadn’t shaved his armpits and at first, Claude was ashamed and mortified but that hot muscle came back through the tuft of black armpit hair with no care and he shivered, moaning again.
“Ferdinand… that’s… dirty…”
“Mmh, I know…” he murmured, sucking on the sensitive skin surrounding Claude’s armpit, inhaling deeply. The smell of scented soaps swam through Ferdinand’s head and he rolled the tangy taste of Claude’s sweat against his tongue.
“Fuck… that’s so hot,” Claude laughed, unable to believe how a nobleman from such an esteemed family as von Aegir could find pleasure in being ordered around and licking another man’s armpit whilst his boyfriend watched. Ferdinand’s tongue moved away from his armpit and instead chose to clamp over Claude’s nipple, and he sucked harshly.
Claude’s body bucked up and he gripped onto the bedsheets above his head, hips rolling up into Ferdinand’s body too. “Gods, Ferdinand… you’re making me lose my mind…”
“Come on Ferdinand… give him more,” Hubert whispered, breath hitching as Ferdiand’s amber eyes locked with his. He smiled softly at his boyfriend and maintained eye contact the entire time his mouth kissed and sucked on Claude’s dark nipple. It was small and pert, standing upright; it was almost cute. Ferdinand bit down and exposed his teeth to Hubert, showing him how rough he was being with the dark-skinned man. Hubert’s head rolled back, and he let out a shaky breath, squeezing his cock again. Soon, he knew he’d have to release himself and take it out of his trousers; it was getting unbearably tight and uncomfortable.
Ferdinand’s eyes slid shut when he sucked on Claude’s nipple one last time. Claude’s eyes finally opened, and he breathed heavily, staring up at Ferdinand’s majestic body. His hands came to rest on the other’s hips, and he rocked upwards slowly, both men groaning at the contact. Their hips rocked against one another in a steady rhythm and Claude’s fingers were sinking in Ferdinand’s bare skin. He stared down the other man’s body and positively shuddered finally gazing upon Ferdinand’s cock; it was long and slender, with an upwards curve and an exposed pink crown beading with precum that was tickling his own belly, leaving wet precum kisses against the skin.
“Fuck, Ferdie…” Claude whispered.
“Suck his cock, Ferdinand.”
Claude let out a moan at Hubert’s words, gazing at the raven-haired man sat at the desk with hazy eyes. He was grateful – hell, more than grateful – for the order and they shared a heated look when Ferdinand shuffled off Claude’s body and pulled Claude’s slacks down and off his body. His underclothes were black and straining to contain the cock within and a smear of pre-cum was seeping through the fabric.
“Gods, you don’t know how long I’ve wanting to suck your cock, Claude…”
“Y-Yeah?”
“Yes…” Ferdinand breathed, pulling Claude’s underclothes down and over his feet, casting them aside. Strong milky hands smoothed over Claude’s thighs, finally reaching the thick Almyran cock he had craved to taste. Ferdinand smiled, running his hands over Claude’s pelvis, feeling the smooth skin where he had shaved.
“You shaved?”
Claude’s face went red and he looked down his body. “Uh… yeah. I thought it might make it better for you…”
Ferdinand hummed and leaned down, wrapping a hand around Claude’s cock and taking one of the smooth balls into his mouth, sucking. Gods, that mouth; it was so hot and heavenly. Claude’s fetish for ball-play was being thoroughly satiated that night with the nobleman’s hot much sucking and tongue lapping eagerly over and between his balls. Claude’s fingers tangled into Ferdinand’s hair and swept it from the other man’s face so that the two could lock gazes.
“Ferdinand…” Hubert breathed. He had released himself from the confines of his slacks and was pumping his cock steadily. Claude glanced over out of curiosity and inhaled sharply; the tactician’s cock was thick and impossibly long, the biggest he had ever seen. His mouth watered at the sight of it and he wouldn’t have objected if Hubert came over and fucked his throat too. But the other man simply sat there, watching his boyfriend’s head disappear between Claude’s dark thighs, indulging in Claude’s heavy balls.
“Mmh, Hubert… do you like it?” he asked, lifting his head back up, hovering his open mouth over Claude’s cock. The usually stoic man shuddered and nodded.
“Suck his cock, Ferdinand… but don’t make him cum.”
“Mmh… say it again, Hubert,” Ferdinand teased, flicking his tongue against Claude’s tip. His hips bucked.
“Ferdinand… I want you to suck Claude’s cock… let him fuck your throat…” Hubert rasped, hand around his cock pumping a little quicker in anticipation.
Ferdinand’s eyes fluttered for a moment and Claude’s stomach knotted hotly hearing the swear on Hubert’s lips. Ferdinand nodded eagerly and finally took the head of Claude’s cock into his mouth, sucking softly and rolling his tongue in a circle, caressing the ridge of the head with his tongue. Claude pulled slightly on Ferdinand’s hair, only slightly and pushed his hips up slightly. Hubert had given him permission to fuck Ferdinand’s throat and he was twitching already, but Claude knew that he had to wait for Ferdinand to be ready to accommodate his girth.
“Your mouth is so hot, Ferdie…” Claude moaned.
Ferdinand hummed, and sucked in more of Claude’s dick. He sank down steadily, lubing up with saliva as he went until his nose brushed against Claude’s pelvis. He held it for a moment, eyes wrenched shut, almost gagging until he drew back and heaved heavily for breath, diving back in greedily to Claude’s cock. He let out a choked moan, arching his back off the bed to push into Ferdinand’s mouth more.
“Fuck his mouth, Claude,” Hubert said.
Claude needed no more motivation. Ferdinand braced his hands against Claude’s thighs and Claude planted his feet firmly on the bed so that he could start to thrust. His hands held onto Ferdinand’s hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail and he started to rock up. The head of his cock brushed against the back of Ferdinand’s throat lightly and he seemed to be tolerating the movements for now.
“I said, fuck his mouth… faster, Claude.”
Groaning desperately, Claude’s hips started to thrust in faster, hitting the back of Ferdinand’s tight throat repeatedly. He was choking and his fingers were sinking into Claude’s thighs but he was doing his best to breathe through his nose and take the beating, head swimming with desire as the vigorous thrusting caused Claude’s balls to smack against his chin on occasion too.
“Fuck, fuck… Ferdie, your throat feels s-so good… oh, Gods…” Claude moaned, unashamed and loudly. He grit his teeth and gave one last hard thrust until Ferdinand made an audible choking sound and tapped against Claude’s thigh lightly. He immediately let go and allowed Ferdinand to jerk backwards. Tears cascaded down his cheeks, his face was red and saliva and snot mixed in a mess around his mouth. He coughed and wiped his palm over his mouth, smearing the mess into the bedsheets without a care. Claude moved onto his knees and quickly held onto Ferdinand’s shoulders.
“I’m so sorry, was I too rough…? I-I-”
“Claude… it is quite alright. I really enjoyed it,” Ferdinand smiled. Claude sighed full of relief and wiped the tears from Ferdinand’s handsome face.
“I think… you should fuck him now, Claude,” Hubert said, voice shaking.
“Oh Gods, finally,” he said. Ferdinand laid down and reached into his bedside table’s drawer skilfully with one hand, as if the motion had been done thousands of times before. He took out a vial of oil and tossed it to Claude who caught it and uncorked it with his teeth, spitting out the topper. He shifted on his knees and with one hand, urged Ferdinand to spread his legs and lift his legs into the air a little.
Claude tipped some oil into his palm and liberally coated his fingers. He recorked the vial and set it aside, one palm braced against Ferdinand’s perfect ass and the other tracing along his perineum, tickling and dancing. The red-head shivered and bit his lip, urging Claude wordlessly to hurry up and spread him open. Claude’s body was on fire, burning with an electricity that was racing through his body at an exhilarating pace.
He circled one finger against Ferdinand’s hole and slid one finger in. Initially, he only wanted to take it to the first knuckle but found that the tight muscle was swallowing him up easily and his whole middle finger was inside already. He exhaled steadily, admiring the digit thrust inside and drew it back, pushing it back in.
“Come on, Claude, more,” Ferdinand begged. He nodded and let his ring finger join his middle finger, the two thrusting in steadily. Ferdinand’s body was rocking, and his hips were rolling to meet those thick fingers.
“Go ahead, Claude… another,” Hubert urged. Claude shuddered and grit his teeth, letting a third finger slide in and he felt the tightness wrapping around his fingers. Ferdinand was stretching to try and accommodate him so he caressed his ass gently, trying to soothe the pain but Ferdinand seemed to like it judging by the wrecked expression on his face.
Claude’s fingers started to thrust in easily and he spread them slightly. Ferdinand’s back arched off the bed and he threw his head from side to side, tossing his scarlet hair wildly. Claude, for a moment, thought that he had hurt him but the blissed-out expression on Ferdinand’s face told him otherwise. He kept pumping his fingers and crooked them upwards just slightly and Ferdinand’s body bucked off the bed.
“Ah! Claude! There!” he cried out.
“Do it again, Claude… make him beg for it…” Hubert groaned.
Claude’s breath was heaving hearing Hubert’s instruction. He leaned over Ferdinand’s body now, using his one leg pressing against Ferdinand’s ass to keep his legs propped up and he carded his finger through the red hair.
“You heard him, Ferdie… beg me to do it again…”
Ferdinand gazed at Claude and he was totally wrecked; eyebrows slightly arched downwards, mouth agape and drooling slightly but his eyes, those stunningly deep caramel eyes… they were brimming with tears and swimming with lust and Claude wanted to smash their mouths together. He leaned his forehead to Ferdinand’s instead, gently easing his finger back into his ass.
“Ah! Claude… please… fuck me with your fingers… fuck me, fuck me…” Ferdinand begged.
Claude glanced over at Hubert who was enthusiastically pumping his cock and he gave him a shaky nod, face scarlet and hair sticking to his forehead. It seemed that even Hubert’s composure was slipping. Claude plunged his fingers back in and hit that sweet spot inside of Ferdinand, pressing into it over and over again and Ferdinand reacted earnestly and honestly, back arching off the bed and toes curling inwards with a cry.
Claude kept grazing over that spot until his fingers started to ache and he drew them out. Ferdinand was gasping for breath, hand in his own hair, chest heaving with the desperate intake of oxygen. Claude stared down at the other man and his cock was aching, leaking against the other’s. He wanted to grip their cocks and pump them together, he wanted to fuck him like this, in a mating press, he wanted to have him on all fours – he wanted everything, every inch of Ferdinand.
“Claude… let him ride you,” Hubert said.
Obeying the order, Claude fell onto his back and Ferdinand shifted onto his all fours, crawling like a lithe cat up Claude’s shaking body. How both men had managed to last this long, it was unbeknownst to him; perhaps it was because they were following Hubert’s orders and were only going to be able to cum when he said so. Gods, it turned Claude on even more just thinking about cumming only when Hubert said.
“You’re gonna fill me up, aren’t you, Claude?”
“Yes… yes, Ferdie, yes, yes…” Claude babbled.
“I need it… so badly…” Ferdinand whispered, hissing through his teeth and straddling Claude’s hips. He took the discarded vial and emptied the last of it into his hand, running his hands over Claude’s cock. If he were any more skilful, Claude was sure he would have spilled right then and there but squeezing his legs and ass as tightly as he could, he managed to hold back.
Ferdinand took Claude in hand and reached behind himself, rubbing the crown of Claude’s dark cock against his stretched-out hole. Claude gripped Ferdinand’s hips and brought him down on him, amazed by how easily his cock slid in and nestled firmly inside of Ferdinand. The red-haired noble tossed his head back and he had an erotic smile across his lips.
“Ferdinand…” Hubert whispered. They looked at one another and with their gazes locked, Ferdinand started to rock his hips, grinding back and forth at first, circling his hips so that Claude could feel just how deep he was inside the other man, putting on a show for his boyfriend. Hubert watched, rapt, hand also twisting his cock in circles to match Ferdinand’s movements.
Claude’s jaw was tight and aching and he let out a stuttering breath when Ferdinand finally lifted his hips and then bounced back down. He immediately started a quick but shallow pace, staring at Hubert the entire time, head tilting backwards so that his long crimson hair tumbled down his back. Claude’s hips started to move to meet Ferdinand’s until he could take it no longer.
He held on tightly and started ploughing into the other, causing Ferdinand to shake violently with each thrust. His eyes widened and Hubert grit his teeth, trying not to cum prematurely as his boyfriend bounced on Claude’s thick Almyran cock.
Claude gazed up at the beautiful body before him, as if it were carved by angels themselves. Sweat glistened across his broad chest and beaded against his forehead and over his shoulders where the scarlet blush had also spread. Claude’s hands reached up and he tugged hard on Ferdinand’s nipples. The other man cried out, gripping Claude’s wrist.
“I’m s-sensitive there…! H-Hah, oh m-my… hah…!”
“Good… I want you to feel everything,” Claude responded, tweaking the nipple between his fingers. Ferdinand was pliant in his hands now too, eyes shut, and brows knitted together with focus, taking the thick like an expert. Seeing a shadow shift on his left, Claude turned his head.
Hubert had finally stood from his seat at the desk and had his cock in his hand. He put a hand under Ferdinand’s chin and turned his lover’s gaze to him. The others shared a brief look before their mouths met hungrily and their tongues tangled over one another in a hot exchange of saliva. Claude watched, desperately turned on and his balls tightened at the sight – he never stopped thrusting in Ferdinand. The red-head moaned in Hubert’s mouth until the tactician stood back up straight.
Wordlessly, Ferdinand understood and took a hold of Hubert’s cock, bringing it to his lips. The dark-haired man hissed and bit his lip when Ferdinand’s hot messy mouth wrapped around his cock. He started to bob his head enthusiastically as soon as it touched his lips and tongue, pumping what he couldn’t take in with his first.
“Gods, you look beautiful like this, Ferdie…” Claude managed to gasp out. “Taking two cocks… l-like a real whore…”
Ferdinand moaned like the whore he was and opened his tearful eyes, watering with effort, staring up at Hubert, pumping his cock onto his tongue, flattening it and rubbing it, desperate to taste his boyfriend. Hubert caressed his face and ran a finger gently through his lover's hair.
“Do you want it, Ferdinand?” Hubert asked. The other man nodded eagerly. “No, tell me… I want to hear it…”
“H-Hah… oh Hubert, let me taste you… I want to swallow every drop down…”
Claude gave a particularly hard thrust and managed a brief laugh. “You know who swallows down cum, don’t you, Ferdie?”
Ferdinand’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as they shut, and he panted desperately. “Yes, yes… whores swallow cum… Hubert, I'm no better than a common whore, use my mouth, let me swallow you, please, I beg you…”
Hubert cupped Ferdinand’s chin roughly and forced his jaw open, slamming his cock immediately to the back of his boyfriend’s throat. He shoved in with one hand still holding his jaw and the other wrapped around the back of Ferdinand’s head. Claude, the whole while, was still pounding away though he knew he was about to finish soon.
Hubert let out a choked groan, hunching over his boyfriend’s head and forcing his cock as deep as he could and Claude swore he could see Ferdinand’s throat bulge with the force of the thrust. Hubert’s legs shook with the force of his orgasm and he emptied himself down Ferdinand’s throat and Claude watched the Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed every last drop.
Hubert pulled out and Ferdinand coughed, cum and saliva smeared across his face, snot trailing down his nose. Hubert slapped his cock against Ferdinand’s waiting tongue, squeezing and massaging out every single last drop. Ferdinand ran his tongue around his mouth and held his tongue out for Hubert to see and prove that he was a good obedient dog.
“H-Hubert,” Claude staggered out. “I’m so fucking close… where shall I…?”
“Finish inside him… fill him up like the worthless common whore that he is,” Hubert dictated, still cupping Ferdinand’s chin, staring at him as he degraded him. His boyfriend mewled in his hand, eyes wrenching up as Claude’s hips became brutal.
“Oh fuck, Ferdie… I’m gonna fill you all the way up… h-hah, o-oh… oh Gods!” Claude cried out and threw his head back against the bed, cumming until his vision went dark. His cock pulsed inside of Ferdinand, painting his inside white with rope after rope of his thick cum – he hadn’t cum in over four long days and now, it was all being emptied in Ferdinand.
When Claude’s eyes finally opened and he lay panting against the bed, Ferdinand was still rocking against him and Hubert’s gloved hand was wrapped around Ferdinand’s weeping dick. The pair stared wordlessly into one another’s eyes, mouths centimetres apart until Ferdinand choked back a groan and then finally, he came too, over his own chest, aiming high and some landing across his pectorals though some pooled into his bellybuttons.
The man on top went lax and almost collapsed backwards. Hubert’s warm arms wrapped around him and he eased him off Claude’s half-hard cock gently, cradling him bridal style in his arms and then sat at the other end of the bed. Claude lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to regain himself and come back down to reality; he had never cum that hard before, not with any other man or woman and the sheer force of it made his whole body spasm.
He swallowed, though his throat burned, parched from his heavy breathing. He shakily pushed himself up, arms like jelly – he couldn’t even begin to imagine what his legs would be like if he dared stand up so soon. He glanced down the end of the bed and Hubert, who had rebuttoned his trousers, was cradling the naked Ferdinand in his arms, kissing his forehead and whispering sweet nothings to him that Claude could barely catch, words like ‘well done’ and ‘so good’.
“Ah… that was… amazing…” Claude managed out. Hubert looked up and smiled at him – a genuine smile. It suited his face; it wasn’t malicious nor sinister nor forced, it was a genuinely soft smile and Claude returned it.
“I am glad you enjoyed it,” Hubert replied.
“I… too… enjoyed it, hah…” Ferdinand whispered, laughing slightly. His legs were trembling and every so often his toes curled, flexing and unflexing. Gods, they had done a number on him, that was for certain.
Hubert reached for the ground beside Hubert’s bed and retrieved a green glass bottle. He passed it towards Claude, who raised an eyebrow at it at first.
“Water.”
Claude nodded and took a huge swig, gulping it down as if he hadn’t drunk in days. He let out a relieved sigh and handed the bottle back to Hubert, who pressed it to Ferdinand’s lips. He tipped it and Ferdinand drank only a little at a time, grateful for Hubert’s help. Watching the pair together seemed so surreal to Claude, as if the last hour had not been, but there was something endearing about watching the couple in each other’s arms, so content and so trusting of one another.
Claude found the strength in him to move and he threw his legs over the edge of the bed, wriggling his toes to try and regain feeling in them before he attempted walking. He found his discarded smallclothes and undershirt, tugging them on. He draped his slacks over his arms and picked up his boots, standing there awkwardly for a few moments.
“I guess I will… go then,” he said.
Hubert turned to look and Ferdinand’s one eye cracked open. He was exhausted already. He smiled gently at Claude and nodded.
“Thank you, Claude,” Hubert said gently. “I would appreciate it if you, obviously, kept this between us.”
“Y-Yeah, no problem, of course.” There was a moment of silence. “What now?”
Hubert hummed and ran his fingers through Ferdinand’s hair. “I will take him to the bath-house. He smells of… sex. Then I will shower him with love and take care of him.”
Claude smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Well, goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Claude,” Hubert said as the Golden Deer left the room. He padded into his room two doors down and threw his boots on the floor, jumping onto his bed, lying face down again.
What a night. He could replay those memories forever and still get hard at them. The whole experience was incredible; he wasn’t sure if he’d enjoy being watched, let alone by Hubert’s petrifying gaze but, he felt comfortable in Ferdinand’s gentle arms, and Hubert’s filthy instructions and words turned him on. Claude ran a hand over his face; did he have a now have a kink for being ordered around and being told what to do? It wouldn’t surprise him if he did. He remembered the feeling of Ferdinand’s lips wrapped around his cock and the look on his face as he bounced on top of him. He wanted to stroke himself to completion again, but exhaustion took over and he fell asleep, partially clothed, above his covers.
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Claude had a spring in his step the next day. He was bright and cheerful, and his old friends asked what he had done to cure his dreadful headaches and tension so quickly; he claimed it was all down to a bath.
At breakfast the next morning, he gorged on his porridge, famished. He shovelled it into his mouth when Hubert passed him. With a slightly disgusted look, Hubert regarded him, then spoke.
“Four days, Claude.”
Claude choked on his porridge.