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“Now, I will ask you some questions, and I expect you to answer truthfully. Do I make myself clear?”
“Ngh… yes…”
A sharp smack rings across the room as Edmond strikes Eiden’s bare ass with his baton. “Yes, sir,” the knight corrects, his voice stoic and commanding.
“Yes, sir,” Eiden moans in response, squeezing his thighs together in search of some relief.
He’s back in the punishment room with Edmond again, something that has almost become routine during his stay in Crow Prison. If they keep this up, someone is bound to become suspicious eventually, but Eiden finds it impossible to resist Edmond’s call and the promise of his body. How could he, when Edmond has become so bold within the walls of this prison, uttering words and performing acts that Eiden had never expected to see coming from him? It’s enough to drive a man mad with desire.
Currently, Eiden is bent over the imposing chair that is usually reserved for interrogation, naked but for his gem and the manacles keeping his hands shackled to the chair’s headrest. He’s never been in such a submissive position in front of Edmond, and both the thought and the act arouse him to no end. He wants to give everything he has to Edmond, and he’s ecstatic that Edmond, finally, seems happy to accept it all.
Edmond begins circling around him as he rhythmically taps the baton against his hand, the sound ringing in Eiden’s ears as a sign of things to come. As per Eiden’s request, Edmond isn’t wearing his uniform shirt, leaving his strong arms and shoulders completely bare in that skin-tight sleeveless turtleneck that leaves oh so very little to the imagination.
He is wearing the hat, though. Eiden had really wanted him to keep it on.
“I have it on good authority that you are the one responsible for the illicit materials found inside this prison,” Edmond continues in that same authoritative voice. If it weren’t for the conspicuous bulge peeking through the front of his sinfully tight leather pants, he would be doing a stellar job of playing the role of a ruthless interrogator. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
Eiden’s body shifts under Edmond’s gaze, his skin still burning where the Vice-Captain has been striking him with his baton. “I’m innocent, sir,” he says huskily as Edmond stops pacing behind him, right outside of his field of vision. His asshole clenches down in anticipation. “They’re pinning it all on me. Someone with a grudge—ah!”
Eiden moans wantonly as the baton strikes him once more, making his skin burn and sting. A fat bead of precum rolls down the head of his cock.
“Pathetic,” Edmond spits out. “Trying to shift your responsibility onto others… have you no pride?”
Eiden cranes his neck and looks backwards, eager to know what kind of face Edmond is making. The knight’s chin is proudly pointed upwards, but no amount of posturing can hide the mist in his eyes and the blush on his cheeks.
He’s so cute, Eiden thinks dreamily. I want to push him down and fuck him hard. I want to make him scream.
His fantasies are soon interrupted as the baton strikes him once more, harder this time, making him close his eyes in pleasure. “You reprobate!” Edmond scolds, and Eiden wonders when his insults became like terms of endearment to his ears. “Don’t you dare turn your filthy gaze on me.”
Edmond punctuates his words by spanking Eiden once more, making Eiden choke on a moan. Fuck, he’s drooling. “But… but sir,” Eiden blubbers as he wipes his face against his hands, trying to clean the saliva off his chin. “I wasn’t looking—”
“Enough!” Edmond growls, and the sound alone is enough to make Eiden’s cock leak again. “It seems that punishment is in order.”
“P-Punishment?” Eiden gasps, probably sounding far more excited than he’s supposed to. ”Sir, please, don’t… I swear, I’ve told you everything I—ooh!”
His plea is cut short once more as the baton strikes him hard , almost hard enough to cause lasting damage. Edmond gives him no time to register what’s happening as he spanks Eiden again and again, each strike bringing a bolt of pleasure down Eiden’s spine. Eiden’s mind goes blank as he gasps and moans under the knight’s assault, his legs trembling and threatening to give out under him as a constant trickle of precum dribbles out of his cock and onto the chair below him. It’s so fucking much, pain and pleasure bringing him closer to the edge, Edmond’s attacks making his ears buzz with the pumping of his blood and the sound of his own animalistic screams.
Then, for some God-forsaken reason Edmond stops, the hard baton suddenly replaced with the gentle touch of the knight’s warm hand.
“Eiden?” Edmond says as he traces soothing circles on Eiden"s bare skin, his voice soft and hesitant.
Shit, he thinks he went too far. Fuck.
Eiden immediately turns to look back at Edmond again, eager to reassure him that he is okay, because if Edmond stops right now Eiden might just fucking lose it. “I-I thought you were going to punish me, sir,” he says as smugly as he can manage, even though all he wants to do is whine and beg. “Is that really all you’ve got?”
With that, the worry in Edmond’s eyes is replaced with cold steel, the knight’s lips pressed in a thin, angry line. “You filthy degenerate,” he says with such scorn that it makes Eiden’s knees go weak, and before Eiden can think of anything clever to say, Edmond begins his assault once more, his strikes perhaps even stronger than before.
Eiden is, generally, pretty proud of his stamina. It’s very unlikely that some guy could make him cum with just a little bit of spanking. But then again, this isn’t just some guy, and this isn’t a little bit of spanking; this is Edmond, his Edmond, his beautiful and dangerous Vice-Captain, striking him with so much force that Eiden is sure he’ll be feeling it for weeks, showing a side of himself that Eiden has never seen before, and with every strike and every insult Eiden feels himself careening closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh, shit, Edmond,” he moans, incapable of keeping up the crook act any longer, “holy fuck, ah, if you keep going, I’m—I’m gonna, ah, ah, Edmond, fuck, Edmond!”
It only takes a few more strikes before Eiden comes untouched, barely registering the sound of his own wild moans or the feeling of his wrists straining against the manacles as he grasps tightly at the headrest, his hips thrusting back and forth as if they have a mind of their own as he spills his seed all over the seat.
Edmond circles back around the chair until he’s in front of Eiden once more. “Are you alright?” he asks, his voice soft and concerned as he quickly unlocks the manacles.
Eiden blinks blearily, his whole body still shaking pleasantly from his orgasm. Edmond looks so pretty in front of him, so full of care and concern. Fuck, it’s all too much. “’m fine,” he mumbles lazily.
“I’m glad to hear that,” Edmond whispers. He stays close to Eiden, his hands mindlessly rubbing at the sore red spots left by the manacles on the sorcerer’s wrists. Eiden’s chest bubbles with happiness at the tender gesture.
“I’m fine, Edmond.” he repeats as he holds Edmond’s hands in his own and gives them a gentle squeeze. “It felt super good. We should do it again sometime.”
Edmond’s cheeks turn a bright shade red, and he lets go of Eiden’s hands. “W-We’ll see about that,” he stammers awkwardly. “You should clean up and get dressed. I will escort you to your cell.”
Eiden holds back a sly smile. There’s no way they’re done yet, not with how strained the front of Edmond’s pants looks. “I think I might need your help with that,” he says as he innocently bats his eyelashes at Edmond. “My legs feel like jelly…”
That immediately makes Edmond rush to Eiden’s side. “Of course. Hold on to my arm,” he says, offering said arm up to Eiden. Such a gentleman, Eiden thinks fondly. It almost makes him feel bad for what he’s about to do next.
With a swift movement and all the strength he can muster—his body is still a bit wobbly, he wasn’t exactly lying about that—Eiden holds on to Edmond and pushes him to the ground, pinning him under his weight. Edmond’s hat falls in the process, a sad but necessary compromise.
“Wha—!” Edmond yelps as he struggles against Eiden, his body lying prone under the sorcerer’s. “Eiden! Have you gone mad!? Unhand me at once!”
“You shouldn’t let your guard down in a place like this, sir,” Eiden hums as he holds Edmond’s wrists back with one hand and grabs the manacles hanging from the knight’s belt with the other. Eiden couldn’t in a million years pull a stunt like that on someone like Edmond if the knight wasn’t completely willing, and the fact that Edmond is just lying there and letting him do it is a thrilling reminder that he is desperate to be pushed down and pinned to the ground.
“There are tons of bad guys running around this prison,” he continues as he handcuffs Edmond’s hands behind his back. “You might be taken advantage of…”
“E-Eiden,” Edmond tries to protest again, though it comes out significantly weaker this time. “E-Enough of this, stop—”
“I don’t think so, sir,” Eiden whispers in Edmond’s ear. “I’m going to pay you back for all the suffering you put me through.”
It’s kind of a cheesy line, but it makes Edmond shiver anyway.
“Y-You scum,” Edmond groans, his body tensing in anticipation.
Sitting back on Edmond’s plump thighs, Eiden hooks his fingers around the waistband of the knight’s leather pants and, with some effort, begins pulling them down. The sight in front of Eiden is downright decadent, the soft flesh of Edmond’s round ass practically spilling out of the tight fabric as he slowly pulls the pants down inch by inch.
“Fucking hell,” Eiden blurts out, completely out of character, because how could he not?
It doesn’t help—or, actually, it does, it really does—that Edmond keeps squirming under him, making it more difficult to undress him. Eiden’s cock is hanging hard and heavy between his legs once more, spurred by the gorgeous view in front of him. Finally, Edmond’s ass is bare, and Eiden doesn’t waste any time getting his hands on it once more. “You’ve been eating too many sweets, sir,” he teases, barely holding back a groan at the sight of his fingers sinking into the squishy flesh of Edmond’s ass. Edmond grunts and glares back at him in response, and again Eiden forgets his role and lets out a fond chuckle.
Growing a little impatient, Eiden holds both of Edmond’s ass cheeks and spreads him wide open, the knight’s pink, puffy hole coming into view. Eiden’s mouth practically waters at the obscene sight as he takes his cock and lets it rest on the cleft of Edmond’s ass. “I’ve been wanting to do this to you for so fucking long,” he groans as he begins lazily grinding his hips back and forth. “You’re always strutting around in these tight pants, shaking your ass for everyone to see…”
“S-Silence…!” Edmond protests, his face turning a deep shade of red. “Th-That’s just another one of your p-perverted delusions…!”
“It’s almost as if you wanted this to happen, sir,” Eiden continues as he lines himself up with Edmond’s entrance and begins pushing his cock inside. “Ngh… am I right? Were you secretly hoping that some big, scary prisoner would grab you and push you down… mnh… and have his way… with you?”
“O-Of course not, y-you… d-degenerate…”
“Maybe I should bring some guys here,” Eiden continues as he begins quickly thrusting in and out of Edmond’s ass, setting up a pace that he knows is sure to drive the knight wild. “You look so good right now, sir, ngh, so helpless, with your ass out for anyone to use. What do you think? Should I let them all have their turn with you, too?”
“N-No! S-Stop, ah, d-don’t…” Edmond moans helplessly, already struggling to complete a full sentence.
Eiden leans forward and places his hands on both of Edmond’s sides, completely trapping the knight under his body. “I don’t want that either,” he whispers right into Edmond’s sensitive ear. “Ngh… I don’t want to share you with anyone. I’m, ah, fuck, I’m the only one… the only one who gets to see you… ngh… like this…!”
“E-Eiden… I...!”
“You’re mine, sir… and I’m gonna fuck you hard, until… ah, ngh… until everyone in this prison has heard you scream my name… fuck…!”
Eiden continues his assault on Edmond’s body, his cock sliding in and out of the knight’s willing hole with ease. In this position, Eiden can reach even deeper than usual, and he knows Edmond can feel it, he can see it from the way the knight lies there, eyes glazed over and mouth hanging open.
“You’re so cute, sir,” Eiden continues. “Such a good little slut for me… ngh…!”
Edmond moans in response, his drool pooling on the ground under his gaping mouth. “S-Silence,” he moans, his voice wet and quivering with pleasure. “You… ah, ah… don’t use t-those filthy words… I… ahn!”
“Slut,” Eiden groans in Edmond’s ear, and he immediately feels the knight tighten up around his cock. “Ngh, you like that, don’t you? Being told how much of a slut you are?”
“I d-don’t…!”
“You’re a dirty little slut, sir. I should be the one to… ah, ngh… keep you locked in here, so I could use you as… my pretty little fuck toy… whenever I… p-please… ah, fuck…!”
Pleasure builds up deep inside Eiden’s core, his hips struggling to keep up a steady pace as he teeters closer and closer to his orgasm. “Fuck,” he grunts out again, “fuck, I’m gonna cum… ngh…!”
Edmond gasps out at his warning. “N-Ngh, wait,” he moans in a needy voice. “N-Not… inside…!”
The moment Eiden’s brain registers Edmond’s words, his hips falter for just a moment. Did he just… does he mean… does he want…
Holy shit.
He’s been reading too many fucking erotic books.
“I’m gonna cum inside, sir,” Eiden says, his voice hoarse. The words practically spill from his mouth, eager as he is to fulfill his beloved Vice-Captain’s newly discovered fetish. “I’m gonna pump you full of my seed, ngh, and then I’m gonna keep my cock deep inside you, just like this, so you can’t escape…”
The harsh words seem to have the desired effect, as Edmond’s moans grow in volume. “N-No, ah, ah… t-take… take it out…!”
“Fuck, I can’t… anymore… Edmond…!”
It doesn’t take long before Eiden comes inside Edmond just as he promised, his cock throbbing with each spurt of semen spilled out inside the knight’s tight hole. Eiden pushes his hips forward as far as they’ll go, his cock reaching even deeper, pressing against Edmond’s most sensitive spots.
“Come on, Edmond,” he moans mindlessly into Edmond’s ear as he comes, too fucked out to care about properly playing his role anymore. “Cum for me, I wanna see you, you look so pretty when you cum…”
Eiden’s words are finally enough to make Edmond reach his own orgasm, his voice breaking around a pretty moan and his head falling back and his legs bending sharply upwards at the knees. He’s such a beautiful sight like this. He’s a beautiful sight all the time, Eiden thinks, so much so that he almost hurts to look at.
They slowly gather their senses after their climax, their bodies pressed closed against each other. Eiden wouldn’t mind staying like this for a while, but he realizes that that’s probably a terrible idea—he should get back to his cell soon, before anyone gets even more suspicious than they probably already are. He sits up and pulls himself out of Edmond, groaning as he watches his cum begin to ooze outside of the knight’s abused hole. He might get a little distracted by the sight, and he’s only drawn back to reality once he hears Edmond calling out to him.
“E-Eiden,” the knight says weakly. “My hands…”
“Shit, sorry,” Eiden apologizes as he hurries to dig the manacle keys out of Edmond’s pocket. “Let me take these off…”
As soon as his arms are free to move, Edmond stretches them in front of his body and begins rolling his shoulders. “You okay?” Eiden asks sympathetically as he digs out the basin and clean rag that they have prepared for exactly this sort of event and gets to cleaning both of them as well as he can.
“It’s nothing. My shoulders feel a little numb, is all,” Edmond reassures Eiden, his gaze a bit shy as he watches Eiden clean him up. Then, he frowns. “What about you? Are… are you sure I didn’t go too far earlier?”
Eiden smirks. “I’m fine. My ass has been through worse.”
Edmond scoffs and rolls his eyes. “I don’t know why I worried,” he says petulantly.
“Aw, you were worried about me?”
“I-I wasn’t! Th-That’s not what I meant…!”
“It’s definitely what you said, Vice-Captain…”
Edmond huffs and sputters indignantly as he stands up and begins pulling his pants back up. He struggles for a little, wiggling his hips and bouncing in place until he finally manages to slip the fabric up and past the curve of his ass.
Today is all about wonderful sights, it seems.
“Now, get dressed,” Edmond says as he turns to look at Eiden. If he noticed Eiden’s shameless staring, he does not reprimand him for it. “We’ve been here for too long.”
“Sir, yes, sir,” Eiden replies as he recovers his clothes from a pile on the floor, and if he notices Edmond’s own shameless staring as he gets dressed, he, too, decides not to mention it.
“All done,” he announces as he pulls his jacket over his shoulders. He looks up at Edmond and smirks. “Tomorrow, same place, same time?”
Edmond blushes, but he firmly holds Eiden’s gaze. “… Yes. It seems you still have much to learn,” he says, his voice deep and even.
Eiden smiles seductively at the knight and steps closer, close enough that he knows Edmond can feel his breath on his own lips. “I look forward to it,” he whispers. “Sir.”