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Clopeh was glad that, being a light sleeper, he woke up right away as soon as the bed shook from the movements beside him.
Even before the redhead was fully awake, still in the lulling haze of fatigue, Clopeh was prepared. He rolled to his stomach and raised his hips, spreading his legs to accommodate the needing body a place to settle. He lifted the skirt of his sleeping robe, exposing his naked bottom all for the convenience of his dearest hero.
Cale settled behind him, his silk robe caressed Clopeh’s legs and his body heat burnt against Clopeh’s back as the redhead rested all his weight on top of him, hair tickling his nape.
His heart beat fast against his ribcage at the proximity. Which would it be for tonight, he wondered.
The head of Cale’s cock pressed against his twitching hole, the ring of quivering muscle was a lot more honest than his shaky voice as he offered; “Lord Cale, I can carry you to the restroom instead.”
“No.”
It was final, less of an answer and more of an order.
His whole body tensed as his rim stretched open with the lightest of a push of Cale’s cock, the tip of the flesh slipped into him and hot stream flowed in abundance soon after, filling him up to the brim and scalding his inside. Fingernails dug into his hips as Cale pinned him in place, a click of his tongue signifying his irritation, and Clopeh swallowed a whimper, the pillow under him gnawed between his teeth in a pathetic attempt to stop his shiver, not wanting to slight the man more than he already did with his insolent offer and traitorous body.
Cale finished with a relieved sigh and he received a pat to the head as a reward.
Emboldened by the gesture, he ran his mouth eagerly, greedy for more, asking if Cale wanted to be cleaned up as well. But his enthusiasm was met with mere disdain.
“You’re getting rather cheeky lately, aren’t you?”
Realising his blunder, his mouth worked quickly stringing words of apology and flattering praise only to be cut mid-word by a vice grip on his jaw, tilting his head backwards and straining his neck.
“If you’re so willing, then do it quickly. I want to go back to sleep.”
He nodded, ignoring how the cold approval made his toes curl and his hands tremble.
The redhead lay back on his side of the bed with his shaft still exposed and Clopeh crawled carefully on all four until he was facing the impressive girth, his hole clenching shut as to not let a drop fall to the bed. His god would hate the mess and he would hate to be the reason for such emotion.
Taking the man’s cock in his hand, he opened his mouth, wrapping the wet tip of the hot flesh with his lips and suckled gently, swallowing the salty drop along with his spit until there was nothing left, somewhat disappointed with himself as he felt heat pooling in his lower belly, his whole body wanting.
Dread started to play tricks in his mind, reminding him of what a misbehaving tool like him would be treated like if he didn’t stop trying on Cale’s patience. He quickly backed away, a soft squeal escaped him when, in his hurry, he was reckless and a sliver of fluid ran down his thigh. He quickly pulled down his skirt to let the fabric soak up the mess, hoping it wasn’t too late.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, Lord Cale.”
“Nothing, is it?”
“Y-yes.”
“Then, good job. You deserve a reward.” It wasn’t praise; rather, it was a mockery for his impudence, for his dishonesty. “That’s what you want, right? Another reward?”
“I… no, it’s… it’s nothing like that.” He didn’t dare look up, knowing he wouldn’t like what he would see if he did. “My apology.”
“Why apologise? You said there was nothing wrong. Or were you lying?” Cale knew. The man knew and he wasn’t getting out of this scot-free. “Of course not, right? My loyal knight will not dare deceive me, will he?”
“No, Lord Cale. Absolutely not.”
“Perfect. So, look at me.”
He obliged.
“There you are, my beauty. You deserve a reward.” Cale’s smile and his hand threading Clopeh’s hair were deceivingly gentle, hiding venom much more potent than any snake’s. The hand pulled his hair, guiding him to the half-hard shaft between Cale’s legs. “Open wide.”
The flesh was heavy on his tongue. Pulsing rhythmically faster, it grew and grew until it filled his mouth completely. His head was pushed down on the hardness, hitting the back of his mouth and further still, constricting his airway until he could hardly breathe.
“Go ahead, do what you want.” The permission was taunting; the choices laid in front of him were but an illusion of freedom, all leading to one conclusion whether he chose torturous self-restraint or deceitful pleasure.
And he chose pleasure easily, swallowing it with newfound hunger while drunk on words as sweet as honeyed milk. His head was numb from suffocation, but his body was unwilling to let go of the blissful fullness.
Clopeh was but the god’s most fervent worshiper, and worship the god he did. Moving his head up and down without a care, moaning around the flesh like a whore promised a mountain of gold, his body was nothing but a tool to pleasure the god smiling upon him with blessings so lovingly prepared for him and only him.
His tears flowed freely, his lips were silenced but his praises were shouted loudly from his throat in a litany of desperate whines, muffled by the lack of air and the cock in his mouth.
“So good, Clopeh,” the redhead groaned, “Such a lovely dear.”
He trembled with joy; any aftermath completely forgotten in the hazy temptation.
When Cale started bucking his hips, Clopeh knew the man was close and he moved faster. His hand reached for the balls under the cock, heavy with holy seeds that would soon be gifted for him. He fondled them, impatient for the blessing.
He pulled back almost completely and Cale grabbed his head by the root of his hair, forcing him to stare into the eyes glinting with merciless mischief, and, with one swift motion, he was pushed all the way down.
Hot seeds gushed down his throat, then into his mouth when he was pulled back up, the thick fluid coating his tongue and inner cheeks like sacred wine, and he took every single drop, swirling it around in his mouth with glee before finally swallowing it.
Cale chuckled, caressing Clopeh’s blushing cheek with his knuckle, and he leaned into the touch with longing.
“Beauty, you’ve done so well,” the man cooed, kissing the top of his head and reaching for between his legs, his own hardness forgotten up until the first stroke graced his member.
The fair hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it up and down and eliciting moans from his sore throat.
“Oh… oh, Lord Cale… you don’t need to—ah….”
He came fast onto Cale’s waiting palm, each spurt sending a shiver down his spine until there was only one pathetic sliver flowing how the length, wiped gently by the redhead with a stroke of a finger.
“Clean me up, Clopeh,” Cale said fondly as he offered his stained hand in front of Clopeh’s face.
Obediently, Clopeh opened his mouth and darted out his tongue, lapping his own seeds from Cale’s hand and fingers, licking every nook and cranny until he had everything in his mouth, then swallowing it as well, content at the thought of their essences mixing into one inside him.
“There you go.” Then, without another word, Cale slowly lay down, fixing his slack and pulling up his blanket, once again lost to the world.
Once the clarity came back to him, Clopeh frantically reached to his back, running his hand down his thighs and, in relief, finding he’d done well in keeping everything inside, safe from the one blunder earlier.
He crawled back to his side of the bed, placed a pillow to elevate his hips, and lay stomach down.
Fatigue claimed him easily and he soon succumbed to it, content and fulfilled; the pleasant knowledge that his body had been blessed yet again lulled him into a peaceful slumber.
And thus, Clopeh’s duty concluded for the night.