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Closing the front door with a quiet sigh, Guydelot ‘the Spent’ Thildonnet kicked off his well-worn boots and gently placed his keys into the bowl by the door with the utmost care, lest they clatter and echo across the otherwise quiet apartment. The show had gone on far longer than he had initially planned, and while he was honored that his adoring fans had wanted him to play a full encore, he had desired nothing more than to come home to his loving boyfriend’s arms for some sorely needed quality time .

Though now, with him being over 3 bells later than he had originally promised, Guydelot assumed that Sanson would probably be fast asleep by now in their shared bedroom, dreaming of paperwork and drills; tucked in tightly between their soft cotton sheets. Sanson the Stiff had always been a stickler to his routine (for better or for worse), so when it was a work night, he rarely stayed up past 11. Thus, it would be untoward of the elezen to wake him up just to satisfy his raging hormones.

Shrugging and letting out a marginally frustrated huff, he continued to peel off his clothes, throwing his dress shirt against the couch (much to Sanson’s future chagrin- he mused to himself) as he padded his way across the hall and into their bedroom. The idea of winding himself down for a cozy evening snuggling next to his snoring boyfriend became more appealing as the post-performance exhaustion started to tug at his eyelids. His hand rested gently against the handle to the door, which had been left slightly ajar (bless Sanson for making it easier for him to get in without waking him up on accident), and as he started to tip-toe in, Guydelot found that he had to catch himself- nearly tripping over his own jaw at the scene that was waiting before him. 

Laying on the bed, on top of the covers no less , was his beloved Sanson Smyth in all his nameday-suit glory. His gorgeous supple body curled up slightly against the soft down pillows as his hair- unbound from his usual ponytail- was spread out around him like a chestnut halo. His cock, well proportioned to his height (a full 10 ilms as he liked to boast) and cut, was standing proud and twitching against the cool air as he snored softly. At the same time, his ass was plugged and leaking oil around a rubber stop- a small Starlight Gift that Guydelot himself had gifted him merely a few months prior. The action of it being used proved to the elezen, that before he had dozed off, the hyur had been eagerly prepping himself for Guydelot’s return.

“Matrons teats!” Guydelot nearly choked on his breath as he looked down at his partner in his sleepy state of debauchery his own cock jumping to half-mast in his tight trousers as he continued to look at his partner with ravenous eyes. Guilt briefly twisted in his gut at the idea of leaving Sanson all alone waiting and wanting until a conversation they had a week before drifted into his mind through the lust and hot breaths he was practically panting out that must’ve been the reason he was in this 

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Guydelot and Sanson had been having a slow morning as it was one of their days off. So they’d been enjoying a rather lazy morning when Sanson suddenly piped up. 

“The next time you’re late from a show, if I’m asleep, you should just fuck me regardless.”

Needless to say, Guydelot had choked on his orange juice as he struggled to recover from the matter-of-factly voice that bubbled out of his lover as he sipped at his own tea.

“‘Aint ever thought you’d be the one to suggest such a kinky need, Officer. ” His own face was still dusted pink to his ears as he tried to get his breathing under control.

Sanson rolled his eyes and smirked slightly as he looked at his elezen companion. “Oh do come off it, Guydelot. We have both suggested trying things many times before, how is this any different?”

“I’ll just never get over the crass words that leave those, frankly, kissable lips.” Guydelot chuckled slightly as he watched Sanson roll his eyes once more. “Yer supposed to be the prim and proper one of us both, and I the lovable degenerate- as yer old reports used to say.”

Blushing slightly, Sanson huffed and crossed his arms. “T-That means nothing now. I simply wished that on some nights when our jobs may not align so cleanly, I’d rather you make the most of me rather than being made to wait until our days off align once more...” 

Guydelot took a moment to think, imagining the scenarios that could unfold. Out of the two of them, he tended to have late evenings with his performances and gigs… “A-Are ye sure you’d want to try it? I mean, ye’d be asleep!”

“My sweet bard. I wouldn’t suggest it otherwise.” Sanson got up and sat in his lap, giving him a deep kiss before resting their foreheads together breathlessly. “I give my full consent to let you do as you wish unless I tell you that morning that I’ve changed my mind.”

A small dark chuckle of lust bubbled out of the elezen and he pulled the hyur closer. “As you wish~”

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Thinking about it retrospectively, that morning Sanson hadn’t stated otherwise that he wasn’t in the mood to fraternize that evening. If anything, he had kissed Guydelot on the mouth with excitement and fervor, a hungry look in his sapphire eyes when he wished him good luck at his gig that evening.

He had been expecting this.

“Ye bloody sod… yous knew I’d run late.” Guydelot whispered with a playful glare before he shucked off his trousers and smallclothes, slowly climbing into the bed so he was closer to Sanson’s rear. The hyur shifted a little at the movement and Guydelt held his breath and waited for a moment or two before he decided Sanson was most assuredly still sleeping before he let his fingers dance over that supple ass of his.

The ass in question was plump and smooth, the slight peachfuzz and heated skin already driving Gydelot mad as he gave one of the mounds of flesh a slight squeeze before pulling it to get a better look at the plug.

“Fuck…” Guydelot uttered with need as he watched the rubber object shift and twitch with every snore from Sanson. The plug itself was simple and functional- a deep teal that was often the colour the elezen wore- so it had an element of personalization. Though now, Guydelot was thinking that Sanson’s ass deserved something more ornate and something that he could show off to Guydelot when he was awake. Oh, how sinful it was to think about how he must’ve been using his fingers before easing the plug in. Sanson had probably cried out for Guydelot as he did so, wishing it was his cock pressing deep inside instead. Gods, he would have to ask later.

Pressing a finger against the thick and flared base, he tested the waters by forcing it back in where it had seemingly slipped out a little, eliciting a soft whine from the man beneath him.

“Guy…” Sanson breathed, eyes still firmly closed as he squirmed. For a moment Guydelot feared that he had accidentally pressed too harshly, awakening his companion, but not a minute later, his lover’s breathing evened out once more, making the other’s heart race with white-hot excitement.

Slowly, oh so slowly, he gripped the edge of the plug and pulled it out a little, choking on his own breaths as the wet noise filled the room before he pressed it back in. Mesmerized, he did it again… and then once more before he heard small whines coming from Sanon’s lips. While Guydelot easily found that he could’ve kept this up all evening, edging the poor hyur until he came so hard that he woke up, he didn’t want to put the effort of the other prepping himself to go to waste.

His song, his prize deserved to be ravished and treasured in every aspect.

“You’re not ready for this, my Songbird . ” He bit his own lip before he gave his ass one last squeeze before he got to work. Removing the plug slowly, as not to awaken the other, Gydelot pulled and bit back his moans as the slightly swollen puckered hole clenched and flexed to try and keep the plug inside– Sanson’s own breath hitching and whining as he squirmed, turning onto his back as his legs spread, his own cock bouncing against his stomach and creating a string of precum that connected his cock to his abs.

Oh, Matron above grant me strength. Guydelot found himself drawing blood from his lip as he finally pulled the rest of the plug out, the wooshing noise following a copious amount of oil sinking out of Sanson’s hole and leaking onto the duvet beneath him (He could deal with Sanson’s bellyaching about ruined sheets later).

Chuckling breathlessly, he took a moment to let Sanon’s sleepy state settle before he continued. “It seems I was not ready for such a show.”

Now it was time for the crescendo.

Crawling further over his prize, Gudelot guided his cockhead so it kissed Sanson’s inviting entrance before he cussed under his breath. It was too warm, and soaked from previous ministrations that made Guydelot remind himself multiple times to not slam all 12 ilms in at once, wanting to prolong the fact that his partner was blissfully asleep for as long as possible. With a slow push, he couldn’t hold back the low moan that left his throat as all he felt was his cock being encased in the soft velvety heat of Sanson’s ass.

He got halfway before his beloved Sanson shifted beneath him, taking a whole ilm by himself and moaning loudly as he arched his back, still somehow godsdammed asleep! Guydelot found himself slowly losing control, it had been far too long since the two of them had been able to have some intimate time together (would you believe him if he said it was whole sennight?), and the feeling of his cock being milked by Sanson in his sleep- coupled with the new sensation boiling within him at the scenario, made the least tether snap.

The elezen started by rutting his hips against the hyur, remembering how Sanson always loved the sinful act of pure animalism when it came to lovemaking. Each shallow thrust had the man beneath him panting more, hands gripping the bed sheets while his weeping cock bounced with every thrust.

“Taking me so well,” Guydelot whispered in sultry tones, leaning over him to kiss up the column of his pale neck, mouthing it like a man starved. “But I know you’re used to more. If you were awake, you’d be begging me, Sanson the Stiff .” Punctuating the last part of his sentence, Guydelot squeezed Sanson’s hard dick, chucking inwardly at the irony.

In return, a sharp gasp left Sanson’s lips, eyes scrunching as little whines bubbled out of his throat. “G-Guy…delot.”

Guydelot felt himself being further spurred on, pulling his cock out of his wet core until all that remained was the tip before thrusting every ilm in as hard as he could before repeating it. It felt illegal- it felt downright irreligious, the sheer power he held over his sleeping counterpart, the fact that even in his dreams he called for his lover with suck reckless abandon. 

Dear gods… My Song, you are going to be my undoing.

“F-Fuck. Sanson… it’s not far.” Guydelot choked on his breath as he continued his intense fucking. Slamming at a particular angle had the man beneath him moan even louder, cock on the verge of release as it was flushed a dark red, swollen with need. Then finally- finally Sanson’s eyes started to scrunch and flutter open.

Sanson took in a sharp breath, proof that he was awake, shifting slightly as he looked up at the elezen through thick lashes. “G-Guydelot… oh Matrons teats… Guydelot!”

Guydelot let out a dark chuckle as his hips continued to canter like a skyworks piston, the sound of slapping skin erotic and enticing as it filled the air around them. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” He kissed up to his lips, tasting his lover’s sleepy breaths and moans before whispering against those plump warm lips. “Yous was all ready for me upon my return. Such a whoreish thing to do… on display like a common wench, all for me.”

The hyur let out a pathetic whine, thrust back against Guydelot as his hands came up to wrap around his neck. “I-I wanted us to have some fun… I was desperate.”

“So desperate ye used the toy I got for ye?” The elezen smirked. “Did you call out my name as ye put it in deep, wishing it was my cock filling ya instead?” Leaning over to kiss the shell of his ear before mocking Sanson’s voice. “ Oh Guydelot. Oh please fuck me harder, Guydelot~”

Sanson swore before his cock released over his own chest and stomach. He continued panting as he still rolled back to meet Guydelot’s punishing pace. “Y-Yes! Okay! Yes- I was desperate for you to fuck me into the bed like you are now. So shut up and fuck me harder.”

Guydelot pulled back slightly, enough to make the other gasp as the angle proved to be much more effective at getting Sanon’s cock to reach half mast within only a few seconds.

“My, my, yessir. Can’t say no to the big boss now can we, though, sayin’ please goes a long way, doesn’t it?”

With a choked sigh, Sanson went to retort before Guydelot grabbed his hips and vigorously pummeled Sanon’s hole, leaving the Officer to gasp and writhe, eyes rolling back in his head as he let the Bard have his way. The sinful squelch of oil and pre-cum mixed with the sound of  Guydelot’s sack smacking his ass with each deft thrust.

Gods… oh gods…

Pleading cries of desperation fell from Sanson like a fervent prayer. While he himself had suggested they try such a tryst, the effect it had on him and seemingly Guydelot was almost more than he could comprehend. To be woken up to his boyfriend thrusting into him with abandon, knowing he’d found him all perfectly prepped…

“Guy…” Sanson whined as he felt the familiar pressure of release building inside.

Leaning down to kiss him with passion and lust, Guydelot whispered against the shell of his ear, nibbling on it softly. “I know… I’m close too… My Songbird. Fuck…”

With one final thrust Guydelot let out a rough and low growl, rolling his hips with every wave of release that washed over him, pumping his seed deep into Sanson, who came himself not soon after, creating more of a mess between them as his nails dragged down Guydelot’s back in hazed satisfaction.

After a few more shallow thrusts, Guydelot collapsed on top of Sanson, the weight of the elezen grounding to him as Sanson found himself wrapping his arms around his waist, kissing the junction between his neck and shoulder affectionately. While he wanted to rest, Sanon became aware that both their stomachs were coated in his cum. “We’re sticky, my Beloved Bard.”

Guydelot groaned and nuzzled against Sanson. “So what? Let’s enjoy the fact that I’ve never released that hard before, having ye asleep while I’m balls deep inside ya…” Sanson cut him off with a scoff of indignation before the elezen continued. “Fuck me Songbird, how in all of Eorzea did ye think to suggest such a thing.”

Blushing at his lover’s crude tongue, Sanson shrugged before relaxing into the warm comfort of Guydelot- in retrospect, sleeping on top of the covers proved to be quite chilling and even after being thoroughly fucked, he was still feeling the unwanted touch of the evening air. “W-Well… last week when I went with the others to Buscarron's some of the recruits were talking in colourful detail about some of their trysts with lovers… and hearing about one in particular got me thinking.”

“Thinkin’ about ‘ol me while yer listening to others talk about fucking? I’m honored, Captain.” Guydelot snickered as he maneuvered them so they were now spooning, Sanson encased in his warm grasp while his boyfriend’s softening cock still rested deep inside.

“I-I couldn’t help it.” He moaned softly at the new position, tapping for the cover to be brought up and cringing as he heard the plug roll off the bed with a slight wet slap. “Couldn’t think to get the towels before you pulled it out of me?”

“Sorry, princess. I didn’t really do much thinking when ye left yerself out like a damned pized pie waiting to be filled.”

Snorting in indignation, Sanson smiled despite himself as he relaxed further into the comfort of the covers feeling his toes and fingers regain feeling, he didn’t realize just how cold he had gotten while he slept. “Matron give me strength. I guess I can take some responsibility for that.”

Laughing with an alluring tune and soft wheeze, Guydelot hugged Sanson closer and kissed his neck with adoration. “As ye should, Songbird. Now, let’s rest for a while, we can always clean in the morning, especially as ye only have desk duty tomorrow~” To punctuate his point, the elezen shallowly thrust his hips, a promise of further passion awaiting them.

Moaning slightly, the hyur nodded, wanting to roll back against his cock, but his heavy eyelids had other ideas- the idea of sleep, unfortunately, more alluring. “Alright, we rest and you can fuck me more when I’m more coherent.”

“Or, I can wake you the same way I did earlier?”

Shuddering, Sanson nodded eagerly. “Fuck… please do… you have my full permission- no- it’s an order. ”

Guydelot kissed him once more, resting his head on top of Sanson as he let out a light chuckle. “Aye aye, Sir.”