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It was raining outside as Chilchuck and Laios entered the spa, the sound of heavy rainfall echoing off the tiled roofs and grove of trees that were cast in subdued hues from a frosted glass window on the other side of the room. Tropical potted plants filled out the corners of the space and a rattan settee waited across from the sunken bath, extra towels and pillows piled upon it.
Chilchuck heaved a sigh of relief as soon as Laios closed the door behind them and approached the bath. The only private room still available had been the deluxe suite, and although Chilchuck would usually skip on choking up so much extra coin, Laios had offered to pay. And who could refuse something so luxurious on someone else’s dime?
The smell of eucalyptus and melon was a far cry from the still-dense waft of sweat clinging to the back of Chilchuck’s neck and down his back. And despite how eager he was to dip into the perfumed water himself, he swallowed hard as Laios removed the towel from around his waist, flung it off to the side, and sank into the water. (To Chilchuck’s own disappointment, he saw little of Laios’s backside before it was fully submerged.)
Laios groaned and stretched his arms across the broad back of the tub. It was sunk into the floor and wide enough to fit at least half a dozen people, but today it was just the two of them.
“C’mon, Chil!” Laios goaded, looking over his shoulder and slapping the water enthusiastically.
“Don’t call me that,” Chilchuck grumped but obediently inched closer, keeping a firm grip of the knot at his waist.
His feet echoed across the cool tile as he approached and eyed Laios up and down. He looked over Laios’s shoulder, eyeing the firm plane of his chest, the deceptively soft-looking abs, and faintest hint of a happy trail which hid mostly beneath the hazy reflections in the water.
Their last sexual encounter had only been last night and a row of hickeys stood out in blushing pinks and purples along his collarbone and the side of his neck. When Chilchuck closed his eyes, he could imagine the same marks along Laios’s inner thighs framing the bright-read head of his throbbing cock.
Not that he had to imagine, of course; he’d seen Laios naked enough times that he had immortalized in his memory the way his cock swung between his legs when limp, the thing too girthy to even stand at full-mast when erect.
It was partially because Chilchuck had these same issues that he noticed them—and because Laios didn’t seem to realize it himself. He was so woefully inept at putting the big thing to any good use, and it was thanks to Chilchuck that he was able to rectify that problem appropriately.
Laios groaned and squeezed his shoulder, slowly rolling his head back and forth. Chilchuck pressed himself against his back and set his hands on the top of Laios’s head, fingers drawing loops in the short hair.
“What is it?” Chilchuck asked.
“Just feeling a little sore,” Laios said.
“Have you stretched recently?”
Laios lifted one of his arms and folded it behind his head. Chilchuck stared as the muscles in his back contracted with the movement and he straightened up his posture. A bone creaked, Laios’s breath coming in tight huffs as he pulled the arm toward the center of his back.
Something about the view stirred a fire in Chilchuck’s stomach. He licked his lips and said, “You’re doing it wrong.”
“Am I?”
Chilchuck nodded, though he knew Laios couldn’t see it. “You have to do it like this.”
Laios looked over his shoulder to watch as Chilchuck modeled the correct approach for him. Laios tried again, the same groan, the same arching back and flexing of his shoulder blades.
“Like this?”
“Were you even paying attention to anything I was doing?” Chilchuck snapped. “Turn around so I can see what you’re doing wrong.”
He wasn’t actually doing anything wrong, of course—but it was too easy (and fun) to make him play the fool.
Laios switched arms and did the same stretch as before. He didn’t mind Chilchuck’s roaming gaze, didn’t even seem to notice that it had drifted down to the subtle lift of his hips as he shifted in the water. His pecs moved too, and Chilchuck loved the fat and muscle gathered along his arm, the burst of unshaved hay-colored hair at his armpit. Did it still smell of his musk, that pulse of sweat and skin? Or had it already been washed away when he’d first sunk into the bath?
“Chilchuck?” Laios asked.
“Huh?” Chilchuck blurted. He briefly shook his head to jolt him back to the present moment. “You should try a different stretch.”
“Yeah? Which one?”
Hearing that felt like being handed the keys to a vault.
“I don’t know if you’re ready for it.”
“Yes I am! I can handle anything!”
“You’ll have to get out of the water for it—”
Immediately Laios stood, the resulting splash peppering Chilchuck’s thighs and chest with droplets of water. He huffed, wiping his dry face down, and stared as Laios turned around and stepped back out of the tub.
Thoughts came to him in a rush. He hadn’t thought this far ahead.
“Bend over and touch your toes,” Chilchuck said.
He stared again at the limp dick between Laios’s thighs and the way his ass lifted so eagerly to complete his request. Chilchuck stroked his chin in faux thought and circled Laios, staring at him with the same concentration as a statue at a museum. He had a full ass, plump and meaty, the sort that made a pleasing sound when struck with his palm. There was a lot of surface area to work with, and it was fun to massage, too. Chilchuck didn’t have to adjust the angle of his head at all to get a full view of it and felt his cock respond with a warm throb.
“Is that good?” Laios asked, voice a little strained.
Chilchuck ducked to peer between his legs and saw straining fingertips barely getting past his knees. His toned thighs flexed with the effort and Chilchuck pried his eyes away from a pulsing vein.
“Are you even trying?” Chilchuck asked flatly.
“Yeah!” Laios shouted in something strained enough to almost sound like a moan.
“You need to loosen up some more. Get on the ground.”
The soreness must have been bad for Laios not to question his motives—or perhaps he had forgotten (again) to engage his critical thought. Laios sat on the floor with minimal complaining and Chilchuck stared at the way fat gathered in glistening folds over his stomach, his pecs sagging comfortably against the sun-tanned skin of his chest. It would feel so good to reach out and grope them, to run his nimble fingers over the hardened nipples and pull increasingly desperate cries from Laios’s dry throat, but Chilchuck restrained himself. There was a time for everything, and for now, he pressed himself once more against Laios’s back and pushed him into a stretch reaching for his toes.
Chilchuck had helped him with this stretch before. He liked to rest his chin on Laios’s shoulder and look down at his body, though he had never done so with Laios nude before, and the view was staggering enough to make him lightheaded. He felt his towel growing uncomfortable with the swell of his cock threatening to tent the firm cotton.
It was hard to ignore, but he tried, pressing his body weight into Laios’s to help him extend his arms as far as they could go. His toes wiggled just out of range, and Chilchuck passed a surreptitious hand over Laios’s hip to pull them flush together. A breath hitched in Chilchuck’s throat.
“Spread your legs,” Chilchuck whispered, and Laios obeyed.
His cock flopped to one side, resting along the V of his iliac furrows, two giant veins pulsing toward his bellybutton. He was beginning to sweat again and strain, his huffs lewd, though they had always sounded lewd to Chilchuck, even when he was swinging around heavy swords and getting “excited” about riding bicorns. (It had been Chilchuck, too, who had seen how badly Laios’s cock had wanted to burst from his underthings once the fight with the bicorn had settled and they had set up camp, how there was a sort of shame in his face as he had scurried away to have a few brisk minutes alone with his hand. And oh how brisk it had been indeed—with Chilchuck having the pleasure to hear every whisper of sound coming from the lewd act.)
“Chilchuck,” Laios whimpered, casting him a cloying glance that he returned with a mischievous smile.
He captured Laios in a kiss and felt his heart hammer in his chest loudly enough to make his ears throb. Laios, never one to keep very quiet, smacked their lips together, a lewd sound which echoed off the walls and settled even deeper in Chilchuck’s flushed ears. Laios grabbed him around the waist and pulled him onto his lap to the tune of an annoyed yelp, but Laios would not be deterred, and Chilchuck eased his legs around Laios’s too-wide core.
He briefly mourned the sudden end of his gawking session, though new things had drawn his attention, namely the realization that his towel had loosened around his waist. It was Laios who abused his tall-man strength to yank it off him in one fluid movement. Chilchuck’s cock sprang free with a strained, embarrassed moan, and once more he heard blood pulsing through his face as the head of his cock rubbed against the divot of Laios’s bellybutton.
The new touch was enough to get Laios hard too, and Chilchuck felt Laios’s cock stirring to mast against his thigh.
He knew what he wanted and Laios looked like he was asking for it to be ordered, so Chilchuck pressed himself snugly against Laios’s chest and said, “Lay down.”
Laios executed the order with such alacrity it made his head spin. Chilchuck went down with him, lazily stretching out his body to run along Laios’s, letting the warm thrum of his heartbeat awaken his eager cock. His cock was beefier than Laios’s and took on a deeper hue when fully erect, all red and flushed pink, veins and thick chestnut body hair. It looked unusual on Chilchuck’s body sometimes, like something that belonged more on a tall-man than a half-foot, and the same sentiment had been expressed to him countless times by every partner he’d ever had.
Rather than react with shock or horror, Laios was the first to make the expression he wore now, a look of insatiable hunger with bright, half-lidded bedroom eyes and a warm—almost serene—smile across his face. Chilchuck scooted to sit up by his head, which rested against the cold tile of the floor, and let his cock brush Laios’s chin as he moved into position.
Chilchuck curled a hand loosely his cock and said, “Suck on it.”
He half expected Laios to refuse. They were, after all, here to get clean rather than dirty, and Laios’s position in particular looked terribly uncomfortable. But Laios shifted until he was lying on his stomach and, supported by his (honestly incredible) upper body strength, he drove his mouth down on Chilchuck's cock and began to bob his head.
The feeling was incredible. Arousal buzzed through his veins like a tightly strung wire that sent jolts through him with every touch. He wasn’t so close that it would snap any time soon, but he felt the heat mounting quicker than he’d expected, gawping when he glanced down to find Laios already sucking pre-cum from the ruby-red head of his cock.
It was so easy to get him going. At some point his body had become too used to Laios’s touch—the way he fondled his balls and stroked the skin he couldn’t fit into his mouth with his fingertips and led that massive tongue to lick the underside of his shaft to get him quivering out of his own skin. He could be voracious or slow to the point or torture, just as willing to dip into old habits as he was to suggest some terrible new kink play that Chilchuck would shoot down.
This time it was the usual treatment, which was amazing. Chilchuck groaned and closed his eyes, hands already sliding up the stubble of Laios’s chin to rest against his temples and guide him up and down his length.
It was a good thing Laios had such a flexible throat. They'd already trained the gagging reflex out of him and he'd become a pro at breathing through his nostrils for the sake of guzzling more cock.
He did it so well. Chilchuck felt the painful swell and throb of his cock ease with every thrust of Laios's lips down his shaft. He zoned out for a second, his head swimming, as his hand followed the rhythmic bob of Laios’s head. He looked over Laios’s prone body again, the toned muscle and curvaceous ass, and sighed shakily.
Despite how much fun they were having, Chilchuck was already beginning to feel the bones in his ass begin to protest and go numb. The floor was also still cold enough to sting sometimes as he shifted his weight to buck his hips into Laios’s mouth.
Laios hummed and pulled his mouth off with an honestly shocking pop. He was breathing heavily and spared only a second to wipe Chilchuck’s spend off on his wrist before diving back down to lick and suck on his testes.
“God, you’re a mess,” Chilchuck groaned. He pressed a thumb against the slit of his cock and stared at Laios’s flushed cheeks. “You look like a succubus in heat the way you’re sucking me off. Do you really want it that bad?”
“Uh-huh,” Laios hummed, barely audible, spit- and cum-stained lips parting from Chilchuck’s body only long enough to get the noise out before he returned to his work.
The throbbing had grown intense now, and Chilchuck buried his fingers in the longer hair around Laios’s crown and yanked Laios off him.
Laios made a sound halfway between a yelp and a moan that made even him feel bashful.
“Get off me, you huge slut,” Chilchuck spat, and Laios whined, all pleading eyes and a quivering lower lip.
He folded into himself a little now, taking to begging on all fours.
“Please,” Laios said, “I want it so bad! Just tell me what I have to do!”
“Carry me over there.” Chilchuck pointed to the settee.
Laios scrambled to his feet again and looped his arms around Chilchuck’s middle. He locked Chilchuck in another kiss, the sharp taste of salt and metal on his tongue, and he entertained it only as long as the time it took them to reach the cushions. As soon as Laios lay down and pulled Chilchuck on top of him without breaking from the kiss, Chilchuck pinched the fat around his hips and grinned at his resulting yelp.
“Keep your gross lips to yourself. I can taste my cum on you,” Chilchuck sneered.
“Sorry,” Laios simpered.
Chilchuck noticed the glint of glass in his peripheral vision and glanced over to the backside of the settee to find a table set up with an assortment of different bottles on it. He picked one up that had a clear liquid inside and tipped it toward Laios.
“Fingers,” he said.
Laios extended an upturned palm and Chilchuck poured some of the lube onto it.
“Finger yourself.”
This was an old song and dance for them and Laios took to it quickly. There was no hesitation on his face as he rolled onto his side, propped up by his arm, and stretched the other back to push his fingers inside himself. Chilchuck could do it himself, but it was funner to watch Laios’s face contort into different levels of pleasure. That, and it would be awkward if Chilchuck did it. He couldn’t look Laios eye to eye and also reach around to his backside to shove fingers into him. And Chilchuck’s hands weren’t usually large enough for the job besides; it was better that a tall-man prepare himself for a tall-man sized dick.
Chilchuck poured some more lube onto his own fingers and rolled his palm down his cock. He shuddered at the cold that jolted through him and sucked in a slow breath. His breaths matched Laios’s, and they worked silently in tandem for a moment. Once Chilchuck’s cock was throbbing so hard it had become nearly painful, he sat up and reached for Laios’s cock instead.
“It’s so pathetic that you have this nicely sized cock and you can’t even put it to use,” Chilchuck said.
He smiled down at Laios and his flushed cheeks. He had shoved his face into a throw pillow, drool pooling from the edge of his mouth and staining the material.
“Yeah,” Laios panted.
“How would you even be able to get off without me?”
“I… mmh…” Laios hummed.
Chilchuck squeezed his cock just firmly enough to feel it twitch with excitement. He ran his palm over the top.
“Hey, stay focused. I won’t fuck you if you zone out.”
“Please fuck me,” he whimpered.
“Are you ready?”
“Uh-huh.”
Chilchuck sent him a doubting stare. “Really?”
“Do you wanna check?”
That was enough to have Chilchuck climbing over Laios and to the other end of the cushions to rest himself over Laios’s plush ass. He swatted Laios’s hand away and ran his fingers over the well-lubed crevice of his ass. Laios moaned; Chilchuck bit down on his lip and slid four fingers inside.
There was no friction. This didn’t really surprise him, as Laios’s fingers were much larger and meatier than his own. Frankly, Chilchuck could probably easily fist him. (Perhaps a thought to circle back to later.)
His dick was throbbing and Laios was already squeezing down on him. He started a rhythm just deep enough to hit the prostrate and feel it in the way Laios suddenly seized up beneath him. Laios’s ass really was so plush, soft enough to be a pillow. He reveled more in that than the heat of Laios’s walls, though perhaps that was also due to already feeling his fingers preparing to cramp up. He bent his fingers just a little inside Laios and started a swirling motion to keep things interesting.
“Please, Chil, please—” Laios whined.
Chilchuck shoved the fingers deeper in, up to the knuckles, feeling the texture change just enough for him to know Laios had been slacking on getting himself lubed up.
“Don’t rush me. And call me by my actual name, dumbass,” Chilchuck scoffed.
“Chilchuck, Chilchuck!”
"Could you be any louder?" Chilchuck shouted back. He pinched the fat of Laios's ass and pulled his fingers out. "You have such a huge fucking mouth. People can hear you, you know."
Laios didn’t respond well to the absence of pressure, already shuffling across the settee to lock eyes with Chilchuck and file his complaint. Laios didn’t have to wait long as Chilchuck got into position, choosing to sit on his knees with his cock lined up against Laios’s backside.
The first thrust was a slow, careful sink of his cock into Laios. Laios tensed up, pulling a pillow tightly into his arms as he assumed a position of laying on his side with his neck and head curled against one of the arms of the settee. It didn’t look comfortable—as half of their positions usually didn’t—but Laios was so good at making these things look effortless.
All over Laios had turned a cute pink hue. His cheeks flushed an even scarlet at the degradation, but he didn't shout out again, instead focusing his energy on matching Chilchuck's thrusts with waves of his hips to keep the momentum going. It was a welcome bit of help—it took a lot of energy for Chilchuck to keep the movement going otherwise.
It was a huge ego boost to see that he could draw back a good bit without pulling out, the long shaft still nestled in Laios's ass. The whole seat moved when he thrust forward, skin slapping against skin lewdly, Laios's heavy breathing drowning out the sound of his own heartbeat.
There were many reasons that sex with Laios was amazing, but certainly one of the best (or worse, depending on the exact circumstances) was how amazingly lewd his body sounded and how well Chilchuck got to hear it all. That, and of course the deep enthusiasm the tall-man had for producing various noises without any hint of shame or embarrassment, goading him on or crying for more. It made Chilchuck feel young again to be fucking the brains out of a man so immature compared to himself. And yet it was for that same reason he also felt so much wiser and more powerful—seeing his leader coated in sweat and cum begging for more was certainly a power trip he'd like to experience more often.
Despite how good it felt mentally to be older, the physical aspect was still taxing in its ways, and Chilchuck paused still buried to the hilt inside Laios to wipe the sweat from his brow and assess the situation. It was much easier to think without the distraction of his ass jiggling and lube beginning to squelch from the friction during active thrusts.
"Are you almost close?" Chilchuck asked, still panting.
"A little," Laios said demurely.
Chilchuck glanced down to the leaking cock between his legs.
"Get on your back."
Chilchuck reached out to help Laios shuffle fully onto his backside then inserted his cock back inside. It felt melted there now, as though the nerves had been kneaded and smoothed over, and Chilchuck started off slowly with a few shallow thrusts.
While there were a few positions that were difficult or altogether impossible for them to do, this was one of their favorites as Chilchuck was the perfect height for some simultaneous nipple servicing. He leaned down then to capture one of Laios's nipples between his teeth and felt his ass tighten around his cock. Chilchuck hummed a warning tut, and Laios relaxed, so Chilchuck rewarded him with a calming lick over the suddenly inflamed skin.
It was easy to get Laios's nipples big and puffy with only a few nibbles or pinches. He didn't hold back, as he knew Laios's pain threshold was high, and it didn't take much to get such a sensitive spot swollen.
A large hand closed around Chilchuck's hips and pulled him in on the next thrust. He pressed himself fully against Laios, finally steadying into slower and shallower thrusts. He sucked on Laios's nipple and again teased the prostate with his cock.
He really wanted Laios to cum, to feel him tighten all around him and for the spurt of spend to hit his stomach. He wanted to be a mess, to have Laios's heat all over him, to fuck him as he swam in that post-coital haze which made him lose all control of his usually composed facial expressions.
Chilchuck had gotten good at reading his body, and a hand curling loosely around the head of Laios's cock from where it fit snugly between them suggested he didn't have much farther to go. Chilchuck opened his mouth wide and peppered his nipple of choice with sloppy kisses, planting his lips down on it and pulling the air out to suck on it. Thrusting he continued on autopilot, turning instead to the other nipple, briefly freeing the hand curled around Laios's cock to pinch the nipple and bring it to his tongue for a taste.
Laios panted and rocked his hips into the next few thrusts, and there was something about the needling in his tone or the pitch of the whine that jolted through him. The squeeze of Laios's ass and his legs around his hips was delightful, and he rocked deep and slow into those final thrusts, reality coming to him in brief flashes of stark clarity before melting back into the peach hue of Laios's skin.
Chilchuck spilled his seed inside of Laios just seconds before Laios unloaded his own onto him. It smelled incredibly erotic, though Chilchuck blamed himself for that, the way his mind immediately reacted with want and pleasure. He pulled his mouth from Laios's chest and breathed his name.
"Laios... Laios, ah, fuck... fuck, you're so good..."
He dropped his head onto Laios's chest and paused for a second with his cock flaccid but still planted inside. It would feel so uncomfortable once he finally pulled out and he wasn't in the mood. He also didn’t like facing the nagging feeling that made him question whether one round was enough or he ought to go for three more. (Usually he insisted he couldn't, that his body was too sore or he was too tired or any number of other thing. Though, to be fair, his bones did have a habit of aching when he was in the same position for too long, and he wasn't as fit as Laios was. This shit took stamina.)
Laios patted him gently on the back, smoothing over old scars, massaging the one side of his hip that he sometimes complained was giving him trouble. In return, Chilchuck squeezed Laios's waist and kissed his cheek.
Chilchuck sucked in a slow, lethargic sigh as he half sat up to pull out and felt his cock swing, spent, back to its place between his legs. Laios was already dragging him back up to kiss him, and it was a dangerous thing the way he was dually exhausted and yet more energized and clear-minded than he had been in weeks.
Chilchuck rested his head in the crook of Laios's head and heaved several more tired sighs. Laios had finally stopped panting, though he was coated in sweat and now slick.
"Do you wanna still take a bath?" Laios asked.
"What do you think?" Chilchuck retorted.
Laios only chuckled.
"I will in a second," he mumbled, then turned back into Laios's neck. "I'm tired."
"I understand," Laios said, then ran his hand over Chilchuck's head, ruffling the already sex-ruffled hair. "I'll carry you over in a second."
Chilchuck huffed but hid his smile.