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It was Terence's birthday. Dion had been paying more attention to the things his beloved did or said regarding sex, but he didn't say anything out of the ordinary. However, the blond really wanted to surprise him with something more exotic.
The Prince swallowed his humiliation as he went to the love houses scattered around the capital, meeting only to ask if his partner had been there years ago. Some prostitutes confirmed the information and, embarrassed, told him about their experiences in bed and the unusual things he requested. They were all very common and gentle to Dion, who imagined that the gentleman's roughness might also be reflected in the sexual act, but no; they were simple practices such as lingerie, boots with heels and light make-up.
The last brothel where he sought information had only one recorded visit from him. The one courtesan who served him was there, at the main bar chatting with a customer. He immediately recognised that she bore a chilling resemblance to him, and the thought disturbed Dion so much that he now thought of the market for prostitutes similar to him and the number of unusual things the customers would ask of the poor ladies.
He chatted with her when it was only mid-afternoon and there were no customers to attend to. They got straight to the point: “what did Terence ask you for?” The list wasn't long, but Dion felt the adrenaline rush through his body at the mention of the word “asphyxiation”.
He returned to Whitewyrm after an hour and a half's conversation with the lady, asking for advice for the occasion. Terence was still busy, so it would not be difficult to plan the evening without arousing his suspicions.
First he went to take a bath in depth. Dion thought to have a preparation beforehand and did so. He oiled his fingers, getting into a comfortable position before he began to carefully caress his slightly tight entrance despite the countless penetrations he had received over a decade, then inserted a finger and then another, stretching the ring of muscle. He whimpered slightly, spreading his legs further apart to facilitate the process.
When he finished, he cleaned himself up and proceeded to dress in a pair of silk high stockings he had obtained from the capital, then put on lacy underwear and finished by covering his slutty attire with a long robe, which covered him down to his ankles like a good little goody two-shoes. He also brushed his hair, placing hairpins with crystals that jingled with every movement of the Prince and, to finish, he put a light make-up on his face, only what was necessary to enhance his natural beauty.
—Dion—. Terence's voice brought him out of his thoughts. The knight had arrived and was retiring his armour after a long day of activity.
—Good night, love—. Dion greeted, leaning in to kiss—. How was your day?
—The usual, a little tired—. He commented, removing the last piece of his armour. He stretched as he felt the freedom of his body.
—Are you too tired to celebrate the occasion?— Dion asked, taking a seat on the floor in front of him.
—Dion, if what you mean is that you need cock, I...
—I do not need it, but I know you need a warm place to keep your sword.
The Prince's response was all it took for Terence to get a visible erection. Dion chuckled softly as he brought his hand closer and stimulated from there.
—My mouth is watering~.
Terence chuckled, pulling down his trousers to show him his half-growing phallus. Dion hurriedly took it into his mouth, savoring the taste of male flesh. He watched him with a dumbfounded expression, happy to receive it.
—You look like a whore. Did I tell you?
Dion laughed lightly after pulling it out. He shook his head shortly before continuing until his cock was fully erect. Terence pushed the blond against the dressing table, forcing him to look at the reflection of himself in the mirror. He lifted the robe up to see Dion’s buttocks, eventually revealing the lingerie he was wearing.
Terence placed his large, heavy cock in pleasure over the division of the blond's buttocks, the blond having begun to wiggle his hips to delight in the sensation of the manly shaft.
—It is so big, I-I can't wait—. Muttered, closing his eyes as he parted his legs slightly. Terence chuckled, rubbing against his ass—. You can do whatever you want with me, I do not care how strange it is.
—This is the best birthday present ever—. Terence laughed again, bringing his right hand to his cock to eagerly reach for his beloved's willing hole. He wanted to play a little to dilate it, but was pleasantly surprised to feel the oil's viscosity and the smoothness of the hole—. You have prepared yourself, haven't you?
Dion was about to answer yes, but he felt the brunette shamelessly slide into his warm hole. He cried out in ecstasy as he felt it stretching him vulgarly, pressing against his insides. Terence hissed as he submitted him, bracing him against the furniture so the blond could watch how slutty he looked enjoying a hard cock.
—Uhh... T-terence, oh by Greagor, it feels good~.
Then they shared a wet, passionate kiss as they adjusted to the circumstance. In a while Terence was roughly fucking the blond, who had to stay on his toes to facilitate penetration.
—Look at your reflection, Dion, look how slutty you look. My dear dumb blonde whore—. Terence muttered, forcing the Prince to look at his reflection.
The Bahamut Dominant was a mess of spit, sweat and tears as he tried to keep his balance. His body was trembling from the pleasure of the hard, unconscionable thrusts he was receiving. He gasped loudly as he felt the man's hand on his neck, pressing dangerously hard.
His face flushed even redder, feeling his pulse pounding in his ears. The dizziness of oxygen deprivation soon set in, making him move desperately to try to break free and breathe. Terence released him, slowing the pace to let him steady himself.
—Hhhaaah... You almost killed me!— Dion whimpered, settling back down to expose his pink entrance again.
—But you enjoyed it. Look how you have ruined your silly whore's clothes—. He resumed pressing soft kisses down his beloved Prince's neck.
Dion gasped slightly, feeling both embarrassed and aroused at the taller man's words. It was true, he had ejaculated twice during the course of the encounter, leaving an unpleasant stain on the garments. He could feel the sticky liquid smearing on the soft fabric.
—But this is how I love you, my Prince—. The knight clarified, resuming the rough motion as he choked him less carefully.
He released him as the blond began to stop struggling. The sudden gasp of oxygen that he took in made him cough violently and shed tears. He watched his pitiful reflection as lewd moans bubbled from his lips swollen from the knight aggressive kisses.
They ended when Terence left him stuffed with his seed, as if he were a cream puff, ready to receive the filling. Dion sprawled on his dressing table, sobbing and jelly-legged as he recovered.
—S-sorry, I think I went too far—. Terence's voice erupted with concern, rushing to check on the blond's condition after coming down from his intense orgasm. Dion denied slightly.
—N-no, I-I loved it... I need to recover a bit...— Replied, as much as possible. Terence reached over to pick him up and carry him to the bed—, I didn't know you liked to talk dirty and choke people. If it weren't for the sight I gave the courtesans, surely this wouldn't be possible~.
—Did you talk to them...?— Terence asked, shivering as he imagined the blond visiting the ladies who gave into him.
—Yes. They were very nice to me...— The Prince paused for a long moment, catching his breath—, They told me what to do, and I did it.
—Thank you, Dion. You're the best husband ever.
With those words they ended the evening.