aubade

by grasping_hungry_mouth

Summary:

a series of aubades following Ylfing's slutty adventures

Chapter 1: the prince

the prince’s name was Kalamazar
and he had eyes like the shade
under a palm grove

his bejeweled hands rested
over Ylfing’s hip
and his breath smelled
of Ylfing
full lips coasting the waters of his skin
through the night
lips that tasted
of sesame and cumin

their clothes puddled
on the pillows surrounding them
a kiss for a story
Ylfing had leaned back for kisses
between his thighs
pleasant bruising flowering
Ylfing touched each bruise and smiled

he lifted Kalamazar’s wide brown hands
slid away
crawled on tired knees to his clothes
and last night’s lover called to him
satin deep and dark
arms encircled his waist
“Coffee will come later.
We will taste each other once more.”

Ylfing sank into pillows
and yielded himself
to the prince’s desires
filling and being filled
for a story
just like this

Chapter 2: that hunger

Knossos tasted like salt
Ylfing could still faintly taste his cum
he was a soft lover
rubbed Ylfing with oils
lit incense for the gods as their witness
made love like he longed for death

there was a hunger in his eyes
Ylfing could not sate
but he could share that hunger
he could taste with Knossos

when Ylfing awoke
Knossos was warming flatbread
dipped in olive oil
“Let me feed you.”
there was that hunger again
there was that empty well

Ylfing could hear water in Knossos’ throat

they ate
staring into each other’s eyes
and Ylfing found words
that Knossos drank greedily
Ylfing spoke of the moon and his lover
he spoke of parting

and he left

Chapter 3: more than

Tyr needed more than Ylfing could give
Tyr was a god devouring

Ylfing existed only between his sheets
finding his voice only after Tyr slept
whispering stories to him
running his hands through thick black hair
watching his lashes flutter
as he murmured in answer

Tyr’s pussy had him fucked
and he ate
and ate

the day Ylfing left
it looked like Tyr would cry
but as any god
he turned cold
and Ylfing
could find a place to sleep no more

Chapter 4: as animals

Ylfing liked to remember Evgenyy
the way he felt like a shadow
or a subversion of himself
blue eyes like sheets of ice
a nose like a hawk’s beak
a wicked, wicked mouth

Evgenyy had a wicked tongue too

before Ylfing left him
Evgenyy had licked every inch of his dick
had kissed and sucked
had lingered over his tip

Evgenyy was a generous lover
and so very big
had a body that swamped Ylfing’s
made Ylfing feel small for once
feel held

they rolled in the hay of his parents’ barn
smelling of dry earth and animal
sweating and grunting as animals do
and in the mornings
Ylfing would sit at the table with Evgenyy’s family
and drink their soup
eat their bread
remembering his own family
and how he could never go back