"No Trent, of course not! Poor
woman" ~Daemon
"I guess they raided her village one
too many times! Poor woman indeed! 😕 "
"It's both to early and to late Trent
please! Enough with the poor woman's seamen" 🤣
"I think the seamen belong to the
captain, actually, not his wife! 😁 Hey... Daemon? Would you ever provide me with seamen? If I asked
nicely? Or would you make me beg?"
For a moment Daemon just stared at Trent,
was he seriously that absolutely stupid! Or was he playing games now? "Oh
I'd definitely make you beg, all night long" he finally replied cleverly,
managing to somewhat fight the smirk that was on his face long enough to saying
it but then after he was soon snickering and shaking his head. Why was he like
this!!?
"You'd only make me beg for one
night?" Trent asked, surprised. "Should I thank you for your
generosity and mercy... or should I ask if you've gone soft already?"
Hearing this Daemon's jaw dropped as he
looked at Trent in a mixture of shock and amusement. This mother fucker had
been faking it!? Moving a quick hand he soon went smacking Trent over the back
of the head as he stood up "Soft!? ..." He then scoffed in disbelief
moving to step around the chair only suddenly turn. Moving so he was leaning
over Trent's shoulders from behind he moved his slowly around the others neck,
briefly letting his hand slip beneath the folds of the others scarf to brush
skim with his fingers. "If this is your new way of trying to get me going
I hope you can wait an eternity for that request. Because I surely can" He
whispered before moving to lightly nip at Trent's ear. Then pulling away just
as suddenly he turned to head off a rather clever smirk on his face.
Well, there were some things Trent
understood and some to which he remained oblivious, but Daemon's actions sure
got his attention!
"Careful," he warned. "You
don't want to confuse me with Nathaniel or Serena." He dropped his voice
to a silken whisper. "I'm not a masochist and my submission only goes so
far." He was, however, accustomed to playing the long game when it came to
waiting for sex; he'd even been complimented on his endless patience once or
twice. Daemon's little ear nip earned him a smirk in return as a mischievous
glint twinkled in Trent's sage-green eyes. He brushed the back of his hand
lightly across the front of Daemon's trousers. "Oops...."
Daemon paused the moment he heard the other
speak, mistake as it left him immediately open to Trent's teasing as well.
Biting his inner lip his eyes remained away for a moment before he took a
breath. Well, he had started it so if he wished to play such games so be it!
See who would actually crack first!
"Not a masochist? Well, you'd have had
me fooled, seems to me you're just itching for punishment" He replied
finally lingering close enough he was standing over the other, hand catching
Trent by the chin but only lightly so he could then gently trace his fingers
down the others jawline. "So tell me.... How much are you willing to
bed?"
Trent smiled gently at the light touch.
Daemon could be so sweet when he wanted to be.
"I'll bed you any time you'd
like," he murmured. "You may have others to turn to... and so do
I." He chuckled. "In fact, since I'm pretty sure they're seeing each
other, we could make the next one a foursome." He ran the back of his hand
up and down Daemon's crotch before turning his hand over and palming the area,
giving just a little squeeze. "What do you think, Your Grace?" he
whispered cheekily.
Well talk about a way to redirect. For a
moment Daemon paused, looking as if unsure of how to react, at least until
Trent all to bluntly finished his thought. A small smirk pulled at the corner
of his lips again, a small sound muffled quickly as he bit his bottom lip
fighting how turned on Trent was getting him. Already his cock was hardening in
the others touch. Eye's closing for a moment he took a slow breath before
looking down to Trent again. "If that is something you and the two of them
desire I see no reason we cannot enjoy each other .... At once" He replied
all to easily. Wouldn't be the first he'd ever done such a thing, could be
quite fun.
Trent pounced on that little noise and
barely waited for Daemon to finish his sentence before pulling him close and
kissing him fiercely, nipping at his lip for emphasis. He wanted Daemon,
foursome or not, and damn if he wasn't going to make it known! His groping also
became more insistent as he just about slid his hand down Daemon's trousers to
feel him better.
Eye's closing as Trent captured his lips he
hardly bothered to suppress the pleasured purr the sounded from the back of his
throat at being touched, even less so when Trent went nipping him. Moving down
he was soon in Trent's lap, snaking an arm about the others neck and shoulders,
lips melding against the others just as fiercely and his other hand moving to
unbutton his pants a good amount before he all but grabbed Trent's hand guiding
it into his pants.
Trent's grip was firm as he began to stroke
Daemon eagerly and without hesitation. He was more practiced at doing this with
others than with himselfー he'd always had someone to do this for
him, actuallyー and he knew how to bring pleasure. He
moaned hungrily into the kiss, tangling his tongue with Daemon's, fisting
Daemon's silky blond hair in his hand and giving a little tug.
Letting out a gasp against against Trent's
lips as his hair was tugged Daemon's body tensed a bit, hips pushing lightly
against Trent's grip on his cock. Hand moving to push his trousers down bit more
he meanwhile moved his other hand along Trents shoulders, pulling at his scarf
and sliding his hand beneath it so it soon met the soft skin and lean shoulder
muscles of the other male. Then all to suddenly his teeth found Trent's lip
again biting a bit roughly giving it a slight tug holding it between his teeth
before letting it go and letting out another moan.
At that, Trent took off his scarf entirely
and, echoing Daemon's moans, gently tugged Daemon's hands behind his back and
tied them with the scarf. He grinned lasciviously and arranged Daemon so that
his chest met Daemon's back and Daemon's legs were outside of his own. Then he
held Daemon leaning in place with one arm and reached around to fondle him with
his other hand. He lay hungry kisses and nibbles along Daemons neck, resisting
the urge to grind up against him.
Feeling Trent beginning to shift to pull
his scarf off and then take ahold of arms, Daemon first paused staring with an
expression of uncertainty however he didn't stop him and soon that expression
had changed into a soft lustful look before he was being pulled so his back was
against Trent's chest. Squirming a bit against the other to kick his trousers
off he soon tilted his head letting out bit of a louder moan than before as the
others lips found that sweet spot on his neck. "Fuck... Trent" He
gasped, toes slightly curling as his abs tightened and his hips pushed him
forward into Trent's hand again and the back into Trent's lap and, his hands. A
small smirk drifted across his face well before he'd done it of course. Just
the mere thought.... However he was suddenly moving his hands, a bit slyly at
first between moaning and fighting how bad he was quivering at Trent's constant
attention to his own cock. Finally though one hand found a spot and as his hand
hand was suddenly lightly grasping at Trent's Cock through his pants, another
cheeky smirk crossing his face between soft moans.
Trent had been about to praise Daemon for
saying his name, but at the blond's cheeky actions, a smirk tugged his own lips
as he stopped what he was doing entirely and slapped Daemon's hands away.
"No, bad!" he scolded. "This
is for you."
All to quickly as Trent stopped Daemon let
out a whine, shifting a bit in Trent's arms be cast the other a rather pouty
expression. "But, what if I want more of you?" He replied teeth soon
grazing his lip as he shifted his hips to push back against Trent again growing
ever frustrated with how extremely turned on he already was.
Trent chuckled and whispered in Daemon's
ear, "Then you'll have to be patient. Good things come to those who
wait... after all, have I not been a good and faithful squire? I've never
hesitated to give you exactly what you want before now... and now I am telling
you I will give you what you want when I want to." He gently, with a
feather-light touch, traced a pattern on Daemon's balls, pretending
absentmindedness. "You are not allowed to touch me until I say so. Is that
clear?"
Daemon's eyes went down to Trent's hand and
his own hard cock for a moment, a small whimper soon escaping the back of his
throat as he closed his eyes and let his head drop against Trent's shoulder.
Desperately fighting the urge to squirm about at the others touch. "Fuck,
ok! Yes! Have it your way... Have me, your way" he moaned out in response
finally.
Trent chose not to point out that that was
the catch phrase of a fast food venue back home. "Good," he whispered
instead, giving the other's ear a light nibble. He went back to stroking
Daemon, biting his own lip and steadying his breath against the rush of arousal
this brought him. He buried his face in Daemon's neck and breathed in the
unique scent of the man in his lap, then gave him a teasing kiss and a nip.
Reaching down to cup Daemon's balls, he also began sucking at the man's neck,
pressing and swirling his tongue on the spot to increase the sensation.
Eyes closed again and mostly settled Daemon
let out a soft gasp as Trents hand moved to continue fondling his balls. Head
tilting to allow Trent to fully go at the side of his neck he then sucked in a
few quick breaths at the other males nips a bites. God the others touch was
near intoxicating at this point. After being teased at and played with like
Trent had every nerve in his body was on full alert, shivers of ecstasy running
up and down his spine caused him to quiver and tense against the other and by
this point both in encouraging the others touch and go steady himself on the
others lap he'd moved to spread his legs a bit more, one foot on the other
wooden chair close by and the other draped over the arm of the seat they were
in.
As soon as Trent felt Daemon starting to
shake in pleasure, he pushed the blond off his lap and knelt behind him,
gripping his hair and more or less gently pushing his face into the floor. He
tightened the scarf tying Daemon's hands and pulled Daemon's hips up. Then he
took off his own trousers, fumbled in one pocket for a small tube of lubricant,
oiled up three fingers, and worked them inside Daemon's ass, teasing and
torturing both, stopping just short of his prostate.
Moving at Trent's urging he was soon on his
knees, teeth biting into his lower lip as he felt Trent's hand tangle into the
back of his hair pushing him down. Honestly if it had been anyone else he
probably would have gotten mad, afraid to hit his face on the floor which
wouldn't have been so nice of a feel. Yet, in all of this Trent seemed to be
taking enough care not to do something like that so really he was fairly
relaxed as his head met the floor. His breaths coming in soft gasps with every
sensation, the feeling of Trent tightening the scarf holding his hands,
grabbing his hip with a firm hand. All to soon Daemon was arching his back,
welcoming the fingers that soon went slipping inside of him. Eye's closing
again he let out a moan, his ass perking up more a bit desperately seeking the
attention Trent was giving. Still the other was moving slow, purely teasing him
and it was beginning to drive him crazy. Letting out. Whine his head shifted a bit
to look back at the other face riddled in ecstasy as his eyes locked onto Trent
for a moment before fluttering closed again. "Mmm harder, deeper, please
Trent I can't take it anymore" He whimpered finally between moans.
Trent leaned down and placed a sweet little
kiss to Daemon's cheek.
"Well, since you said 'please,' he
murmured. He pulled his fingers out, wiped his hand on his discarded trousers,
lubricated his cock and slowly, agonizingly, worked at stuffing himself deep
inside his liege. He gave Daemon a moment to get used to him before beginning
to move, taking a deliberately slow pace.
Daemon let out a soft moan in response to
Trent's sudden gentle kiss and soft words. God he knew just that fine line to
walk of keeping Daemon feeling like Trent's dirty fuck hole yet worshipped like
a damn king all at once. How the hell did he even manage that!? Then came the
wait, by the time Trent was lining up to push in Daemon was a squirming mess
again, back arching as he moaned out desperately. God why was he being so
purposely frustrating!!! Once Trent was mostly in and begining to slowly moved
in and out of him Daemon moved attempting to shift back enough to press Trent's
cock in deeper. "Fuucck!" He gasped out finally eyes opening for a
moment as he let out a few heavy breaths.
Trent chuckled and leaned down, bracing
himself on one arm while reaching round to wrap the other hand round Daemon's
throat, squeezing the sides just enough to thrill but not enough to hurt.
"Good," he whispered. "You like this, don't you, Daemon? Feeling
me inside you like this?"
Feeling Trent's cock pressing deeper into
him as their bodys pressed together Daemon let out another moan, one that
merely turned to a gasp as he felt Trent's hand on his throat. Eye's opening
again for the moment he quivered, gasping out in pleasure. "Yes! Yes! Fuck
Trent! I love you deep inside of me!" He moaned out between heavy breaths,
eyes closing again as he let out another longer moan now.
Trent stilled for a moment, stunned, before
his brain processed the rest of Daemon's sentence. Then he moved a bit harder,
rougher. "Music to my ears," he purred, nuzzling at Daemon
affectionately. He'd wanted to do this for so long, and it felt more perfect
than he could have imagined. Daemon's body was so willing, so welcoming. Trent
hadn't had to jump through an extraordinary number of hoops to get here. It was
simple, sweet ecstasy.
Feeling Trent begin to speed up Daemon was
soon gasping and moaning even louder. Nolonger even slightly holding back the
sheer sounds of pleasure and at this point simply letting himself shake with
ecstasy against the others hold on him. Eye's closed and stomach muscles
tightening on and off the closer he felt himself getting to finishing.
"Fuck don't stop... Uhhh fuck Trent!! " He soon went crying out.
Trent obliged him, nestling as close as he
could while still pounding into Daemon, loving those noises he made. He could
tell Daemon didn't want him to be overly gentle, nor did he want to be. So he
let himself relax, using Daemon's body for his pleasure, for both their
pleasure, and it wasn't long until Trent's own body was quivering, barely
holding back.
Gasping breaths coming with every second by
this point Daemon could hardly keep it together anymore. Not with the Trent
only moved to press in closer, his cock slamming into him so hard all he could
do was quiver and moan in response, legs damn near shaking beneath him and
threatening to lose their ability to hold him up at all. Thankfully he didn't
doubt if he did slip Trent had him in a tight enough hold he'd not hit the
floor. Well hearing the other labored breaths and feeling his movements
beginning to grow more quick and ridgid Daemon was betting the other was close.
Close enough he didn't have to last any longer himself. Eyes closing completely
again he let out a sudden loud moan, his abs tightening and his body beginning
to tense he was soon letting out a series of uncontrollable noises, body
shaking against Trent's hold as his cum shot out and onto the floor and inner
legs. His noises hardly stopping as he rode it out to Trent's cock still
pounding into him.
Trent's own orgasm wasn't far behind, but
he held it back just a bit as he rubbed Daemon's cum into his thighs and balls,
whispering degrading things into his ear punctuated by soft kisses and little
nips. The heady feelings of finally getting to sleep with Daemon!, of having
this powerful man quaking beneath him, of being able to bring him to heel and
humiliate him like this-- all of that built up until Trent couldn't take it any
longer. Stars burst from behind his eyes as he came, loud, immodest, back
arching almost painfully as he roughly thrust into the other.
