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While Zephyrus was generally pliable, which meant his bed partners usually preferred him on the receiving end, the young acrobat had no problem going with whatever his partner wanted. Especially if it got him the release he needed. His father was strict, in more ways then one, which meant Zephyrus could never fool around with his troupe members. This trip to the capitol had been his few rare chances to be able to find some new bed partners, before he returned to his regular rotation ones in Aetaea.
And he had to say, he was quite happy with his find.
As he felt the warmth engulf his length, the young male let out a shuddering, satisfied sigh as he plunged himself fully within the other, enjoying the warmth for just a prolonged moment, before smirking at his fling's request. "As you wish." he murmured, playing the part of the consenting, willing lover. With one hand holding the other's manhood with he roughly squeezed, the other held the waist of his bent over lover, and Zeph began thursting roughly against Mihail, groaning as he felt the steady course of pleasure with each thrust.
The hand which circled Mihail's waist eventually moved away to yank Mihail up by the hair, forcefully pressing a messy kiss against the other's lips, before the digits found their way to the Colchian male's neck, making the other arch upwards towards him as he increased the pace of his thrusts. His hands around the other's manhood played with the male's head, thumbing where the pre-cum leaked out, all whilst he moved rhythmically within the other.
Feeling the heat stirring and pooling at the base of his stomach, Zephyrus groaned, biting his bottom lip as a light sheen of sweat built on his skin. "Fuck." he uttered out, the pleasure quickening at the base of his manhood. His next thrust was extra hard, enough to nudge Mihail off balance. Taking the chance, the acrobat pushed the Colchian so his entire body pressed against the wall, and there he pushed himself all the way in, a deep-throated groan escaping as he leaned forward to whisper huskily in the other's ear. "Harder?" Zephyrus murmured, although they both know that wasn't even a question, merely serving as a further enticement before he continued.
Every sense in Zephyrus was on high alert as his hips continued moving, and as he jerked within his dalliance, pressing the other against his wall, the young acrobat began to finally jerk the hand still wrapped tightly around the other's manhood at the same pace as his own manhood moved within the other. "I'm going to use you until we both come." he growled out, using the other hand wrapped around Mihail's neck to jerk the Colchian's head backwards (while still gentle enough to not accidentally choke the other), Zephyrus pressed another messy kiss against the other's lips.
Quickening his pace, the male finally groaned as he felt the familiar tightening at the base of his stomach. "Come against the wall, Mihail. Show me how well pleasured you are." Zephyrus muttered, feeling his own orgasm approaching, but doing his best to hold it back as he tried to coax the other to completion, wanting and needing to feel the tightening of the other's passage around his own manhood before he released himself.
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While Zephyrus was generally pliable, which meant his bed partners usually preferred him on the receiving end, the young acrobat had no problem going with whatever his partner wanted. Especially if it got him the release he needed. His father was strict, in more ways then one, which meant Zephyrus could never fool around with his troupe members. This trip to the capitol had been his few rare chances to be able to find some new bed partners, before he returned to his regular rotation ones in Aetaea.
And he had to say, he was quite happy with his find.
As he felt the warmth engulf his length, the young male let out a shuddering, satisfied sigh as he plunged himself fully within the other, enjoying the warmth for just a prolonged moment, before smirking at his fling's request. "As you wish." he murmured, playing the part of the consenting, willing lover. With one hand holding the other's manhood with he roughly squeezed, the other held the waist of his bent over lover, and Zeph began thursting roughly against Mihail, groaning as he felt the steady course of pleasure with each thrust.
The hand which circled Mihail's waist eventually moved away to yank Mihail up by the hair, forcefully pressing a messy kiss against the other's lips, before the digits found their way to the Colchian male's neck, making the other arch upwards towards him as he increased the pace of his thrusts. His hands around the other's manhood played with the male's head, thumbing where the pre-cum leaked out, all whilst he moved rhythmically within the other.
Feeling the heat stirring and pooling at the base of his stomach, Zephyrus groaned, biting his bottom lip as a light sheen of sweat built on his skin. "Fuck." he uttered out, the pleasure quickening at the base of his manhood. His next thrust was extra hard, enough to nudge Mihail off balance. Taking the chance, the acrobat pushed the Colchian so his entire body pressed against the wall, and there he pushed himself all the way in, a deep-throated groan escaping as he leaned forward to whisper huskily in the other's ear. "Harder?" Zephyrus murmured, although they both know that wasn't even a question, merely serving as a further enticement before he continued.
Every sense in Zephyrus was on high alert as his hips continued moving, and as he jerked within his dalliance, pressing the other against his wall, the young acrobat began to finally jerk the hand still wrapped tightly around the other's manhood at the same pace as his own manhood moved within the other. "I'm going to use you until we both come." he growled out, using the other hand wrapped around Mihail's neck to jerk the Colchian's head backwards (while still gentle enough to not accidentally choke the other), Zephyrus pressed another messy kiss against the other's lips.
Quickening his pace, the male finally groaned as he felt the familiar tightening at the base of his stomach. "Come against the wall, Mihail. Show me how well pleasured you are." Zephyrus muttered, feeling his own orgasm approaching, but doing his best to hold it back as he tried to coax the other to completion, wanting and needing to feel the tightening of the other's passage around his own manhood before he released himself.
While Zephyrus was generally pliable, which meant his bed partners usually preferred him on the receiving end, the young acrobat had no problem going with whatever his partner wanted. Especially if it got him the release he needed. His father was strict, in more ways then one, which meant Zephyrus could never fool around with his troupe members. This trip to the capitol had been his few rare chances to be able to find some new bed partners, before he returned to his regular rotation ones in Aetaea.
And he had to say, he was quite happy with his find.
As he felt the warmth engulf his length, the young male let out a shuddering, satisfied sigh as he plunged himself fully within the other, enjoying the warmth for just a prolonged moment, before smirking at his fling's request. "As you wish." he murmured, playing the part of the consenting, willing lover. With one hand holding the other's manhood with he roughly squeezed, the other held the waist of his bent over lover, and Zeph began thursting roughly against Mihail, groaning as he felt the steady course of pleasure with each thrust.
The hand which circled Mihail's waist eventually moved away to yank Mihail up by the hair, forcefully pressing a messy kiss against the other's lips, before the digits found their way to the Colchian male's neck, making the other arch upwards towards him as he increased the pace of his thrusts. His hands around the other's manhood played with the male's head, thumbing where the pre-cum leaked out, all whilst he moved rhythmically within the other.
Feeling the heat stirring and pooling at the base of his stomach, Zephyrus groaned, biting his bottom lip as a light sheen of sweat built on his skin. "Fuck." he uttered out, the pleasure quickening at the base of his manhood. His next thrust was extra hard, enough to nudge Mihail off balance. Taking the chance, the acrobat pushed the Colchian so his entire body pressed against the wall, and there he pushed himself all the way in, a deep-throated groan escaping as he leaned forward to whisper huskily in the other's ear. "Harder?" Zephyrus murmured, although they both know that wasn't even a question, merely serving as a further enticement before he continued.
Every sense in Zephyrus was on high alert as his hips continued moving, and as he jerked within his dalliance, pressing the other against his wall, the young acrobat began to finally jerk the hand still wrapped tightly around the other's manhood at the same pace as his own manhood moved within the other. "I'm going to use you until we both come." he growled out, using the other hand wrapped around Mihail's neck to jerk the Colchian's head backwards (while still gentle enough to not accidentally choke the other), Zephyrus pressed another messy kiss against the other's lips.
Quickening his pace, the male finally groaned as he felt the familiar tightening at the base of his stomach. "Come against the wall, Mihail. Show me how well pleasured you are." Zephyrus muttered, feeling his own orgasm approaching, but doing his best to hold it back as he tried to coax the other to completion, wanting and needing to feel the tightening of the other's passage around his own manhood before he released himself.
This was perfect. Mihail had not anticipated much from the impromptu trip to Athenia - he had no plans here but to prove his excessive skill with a bow and then lounge around the city until his sister was done with her own projects - but this had surpassed any of his expectations. There was nothing quite like having another thrusting into you so roughly, their movements merciless though you had both demanded it, and the heat inside rising with every passing moment of pleasure. He gasped as Zephyrus grabbed him by the hair, ordinarily so difficult about any running their fingers through his dark locks, his lips glad to meet the other's.
It was a hungry kiss, but it was over far too soon. Mihail arched further than his body was commanded, craving more and heaving to the rhythm of the other's movements. He allowed himself to be handled in whichever way his partner wished, thoroughly lost to the man's touch, the feel of the hand on his member heightening the experience as he quivered with each and every movement. The Thanasi was slammed into the wall, and he gasped in surprise, his head twisted to one side so that he could look back at the man, his lips quirking into an amused smirk by way of answering the question.
"Use me," Mihail hissed in response, the words barely coming out as a quiet whisper, only spoken because the heat of the moment somehow didn't warrant silence. As the hand tightened around his stiff manhood began to slide in perfect unison with the regular thrusting in and out of him, he felt a new warmth growing within him, fuelled by the satisfaction of being tended to from either side. He took the kisses as they were offered, but as the tightness grew within him, so did his hunger, and each kiss only grew in its wanting. He was close. He was so, so close to reaching his climax, and the knot deep within him was growing progressively harder.
It was the last straw when Zephyrus commanded him to let himself go, the control of another somehow the final factor in reaching an orgasm. For a moment, his eyes flickered shut in the sheer pleasure of their joint movements, every breath growing progressively more cumbersome and more ragged as the moment stretched as long as possible. "Fuck me," he demanded, though the words were redundant. Mihail felt his entire body contract at once, every part of him pulling together and tightening, and he held it for an endless second, savouring it before, quite suddenly, he let himself go, and released everything he had.
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This was perfect. Mihail had not anticipated much from the impromptu trip to Athenia - he had no plans here but to prove his excessive skill with a bow and then lounge around the city until his sister was done with her own projects - but this had surpassed any of his expectations. There was nothing quite like having another thrusting into you so roughly, their movements merciless though you had both demanded it, and the heat inside rising with every passing moment of pleasure. He gasped as Zephyrus grabbed him by the hair, ordinarily so difficult about any running their fingers through his dark locks, his lips glad to meet the other's.
It was a hungry kiss, but it was over far too soon. Mihail arched further than his body was commanded, craving more and heaving to the rhythm of the other's movements. He allowed himself to be handled in whichever way his partner wished, thoroughly lost to the man's touch, the feel of the hand on his member heightening the experience as he quivered with each and every movement. The Thanasi was slammed into the wall, and he gasped in surprise, his head twisted to one side so that he could look back at the man, his lips quirking into an amused smirk by way of answering the question.
"Use me," Mihail hissed in response, the words barely coming out as a quiet whisper, only spoken because the heat of the moment somehow didn't warrant silence. As the hand tightened around his stiff manhood began to slide in perfect unison with the regular thrusting in and out of him, he felt a new warmth growing within him, fuelled by the satisfaction of being tended to from either side. He took the kisses as they were offered, but as the tightness grew within him, so did his hunger, and each kiss only grew in its wanting. He was close. He was so, so close to reaching his climax, and the knot deep within him was growing progressively harder.
It was the last straw when Zephyrus commanded him to let himself go, the control of another somehow the final factor in reaching an orgasm. For a moment, his eyes flickered shut in the sheer pleasure of their joint movements, every breath growing progressively more cumbersome and more ragged as the moment stretched as long as possible. "Fuck me," he demanded, though the words were redundant. Mihail felt his entire body contract at once, every part of him pulling together and tightening, and he held it for an endless second, savouring it before, quite suddenly, he let himself go, and released everything he had.
This was perfect. Mihail had not anticipated much from the impromptu trip to Athenia - he had no plans here but to prove his excessive skill with a bow and then lounge around the city until his sister was done with her own projects - but this had surpassed any of his expectations. There was nothing quite like having another thrusting into you so roughly, their movements merciless though you had both demanded it, and the heat inside rising with every passing moment of pleasure. He gasped as Zephyrus grabbed him by the hair, ordinarily so difficult about any running their fingers through his dark locks, his lips glad to meet the other's.
It was a hungry kiss, but it was over far too soon. Mihail arched further than his body was commanded, craving more and heaving to the rhythm of the other's movements. He allowed himself to be handled in whichever way his partner wished, thoroughly lost to the man's touch, the feel of the hand on his member heightening the experience as he quivered with each and every movement. The Thanasi was slammed into the wall, and he gasped in surprise, his head twisted to one side so that he could look back at the man, his lips quirking into an amused smirk by way of answering the question.
"Use me," Mihail hissed in response, the words barely coming out as a quiet whisper, only spoken because the heat of the moment somehow didn't warrant silence. As the hand tightened around his stiff manhood began to slide in perfect unison with the regular thrusting in and out of him, he felt a new warmth growing within him, fuelled by the satisfaction of being tended to from either side. He took the kisses as they were offered, but as the tightness grew within him, so did his hunger, and each kiss only grew in its wanting. He was close. He was so, so close to reaching his climax, and the knot deep within him was growing progressively harder.
It was the last straw when Zephyrus commanded him to let himself go, the control of another somehow the final factor in reaching an orgasm. For a moment, his eyes flickered shut in the sheer pleasure of their joint movements, every breath growing progressively more cumbersome and more ragged as the moment stretched as long as possible. "Fuck me," he demanded, though the words were redundant. Mihail felt his entire body contract at once, every part of him pulling together and tightening, and he held it for an endless second, savouring it before, quite suddenly, he let himself go, and released everything he had.
It was funny, how people said the journey mattered just as much as the destination, if not more. And Zeph would be lying to say that the whole process of sexual intercourse was not enjoyable. In fact often, had he been with a lover of more long term basis, he liked to prolong the act, pull it out to make the eventual completion that much sweeter. Yet nothing could compare to the feeling of release when it washed over someone.
When his partner's passage contracted around him, if at all possible, Zephyrus sped up his thrusts against the tightening hole, eager to drag out the feeling of pleasure of the other male for as long as he could. With the watchful eye of his friends and father in the circus, he never had the chance to partake in such acts of bliss that Zephyrus thoroughly wanted to savor every moment. His bottom lip fell in a delightful, silent gasp as he felt himself tighten. His release spilled within the passage of the other, and Zeph could practically feel himself being coated by his own pleasure as he buried himself deep within, shuddering as he held the other mail tightly with one arm, the other bracing them against the wall to prevent them from both falling.
It was a minute, but felt longer when the ringing in Zephyrus's ears finally subsided enough for him to take note agian of where they were. Faintly, he could hear the shuffles and cries of humans in the market just beyond the bend of the alley they had both been fucking like animals in, yet it was a fact clearly and easily overlooked as they had both been caught up in the ecstasy.
Now as the high of an orgasm left him however, Zephyrus couldn't help but notice the walls painted in the leftover release of his partner, and a satisfied smirk curled his lips upwards. Slowly pulling out, his member now limp, fell from the damp confines, and the young acrobat couldn't help but cheekily brush his fingers against the leaking entrance of his partner, before stepping back and picking up his fallen chiton. Adjusting it so he could twine his belt back to hold it in place again, the young male glanced at the Colchian visitor through his flop of dark hair, the satisfied glint still in his eyes.
"You have to tell me when you visit again." he murmured with an eager smile, clearly having enjoyed the altercation - but before Zeph could continue, a loud cry made him turn, realizing just how close they were to being found out. Quickly, the aerialist reached down to swipe up Mihail's chiton, tossing it at him before giving him a quick wave. While they were likely to never see each other again, the acrobat would at least have a good night's sleep thanks to a blissful exchange with a foreign stranger that night.
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It was funny, how people said the journey mattered just as much as the destination, if not more. And Zeph would be lying to say that the whole process of sexual intercourse was not enjoyable. In fact often, had he been with a lover of more long term basis, he liked to prolong the act, pull it out to make the eventual completion that much sweeter. Yet nothing could compare to the feeling of release when it washed over someone.
When his partner's passage contracted around him, if at all possible, Zephyrus sped up his thrusts against the tightening hole, eager to drag out the feeling of pleasure of the other male for as long as he could. With the watchful eye of his friends and father in the circus, he never had the chance to partake in such acts of bliss that Zephyrus thoroughly wanted to savor every moment. His bottom lip fell in a delightful, silent gasp as he felt himself tighten. His release spilled within the passage of the other, and Zeph could practically feel himself being coated by his own pleasure as he buried himself deep within, shuddering as he held the other mail tightly with one arm, the other bracing them against the wall to prevent them from both falling.
It was a minute, but felt longer when the ringing in Zephyrus's ears finally subsided enough for him to take note agian of where they were. Faintly, he could hear the shuffles and cries of humans in the market just beyond the bend of the alley they had both been fucking like animals in, yet it was a fact clearly and easily overlooked as they had both been caught up in the ecstasy.
Now as the high of an orgasm left him however, Zephyrus couldn't help but notice the walls painted in the leftover release of his partner, and a satisfied smirk curled his lips upwards. Slowly pulling out, his member now limp, fell from the damp confines, and the young acrobat couldn't help but cheekily brush his fingers against the leaking entrance of his partner, before stepping back and picking up his fallen chiton. Adjusting it so he could twine his belt back to hold it in place again, the young male glanced at the Colchian visitor through his flop of dark hair, the satisfied glint still in his eyes.
"You have to tell me when you visit again." he murmured with an eager smile, clearly having enjoyed the altercation - but before Zeph could continue, a loud cry made him turn, realizing just how close they were to being found out. Quickly, the aerialist reached down to swipe up Mihail's chiton, tossing it at him before giving him a quick wave. While they were likely to never see each other again, the acrobat would at least have a good night's sleep thanks to a blissful exchange with a foreign stranger that night.
It was funny, how people said the journey mattered just as much as the destination, if not more. And Zeph would be lying to say that the whole process of sexual intercourse was not enjoyable. In fact often, had he been with a lover of more long term basis, he liked to prolong the act, pull it out to make the eventual completion that much sweeter. Yet nothing could compare to the feeling of release when it washed over someone.
When his partner's passage contracted around him, if at all possible, Zephyrus sped up his thrusts against the tightening hole, eager to drag out the feeling of pleasure of the other male for as long as he could. With the watchful eye of his friends and father in the circus, he never had the chance to partake in such acts of bliss that Zephyrus thoroughly wanted to savor every moment. His bottom lip fell in a delightful, silent gasp as he felt himself tighten. His release spilled within the passage of the other, and Zeph could practically feel himself being coated by his own pleasure as he buried himself deep within, shuddering as he held the other mail tightly with one arm, the other bracing them against the wall to prevent them from both falling.
It was a minute, but felt longer when the ringing in Zephyrus's ears finally subsided enough for him to take note agian of where they were. Faintly, he could hear the shuffles and cries of humans in the market just beyond the bend of the alley they had both been fucking like animals in, yet it was a fact clearly and easily overlooked as they had both been caught up in the ecstasy.
Now as the high of an orgasm left him however, Zephyrus couldn't help but notice the walls painted in the leftover release of his partner, and a satisfied smirk curled his lips upwards. Slowly pulling out, his member now limp, fell from the damp confines, and the young acrobat couldn't help but cheekily brush his fingers against the leaking entrance of his partner, before stepping back and picking up his fallen chiton. Adjusting it so he could twine his belt back to hold it in place again, the young male glanced at the Colchian visitor through his flop of dark hair, the satisfied glint still in his eyes.
"You have to tell me when you visit again." he murmured with an eager smile, clearly having enjoyed the altercation - but before Zeph could continue, a loud cry made him turn, realizing just how close they were to being found out. Quickly, the aerialist reached down to swipe up Mihail's chiton, tossing it at him before giving him a quick wave. While they were likely to never see each other again, the acrobat would at least have a good night's sleep thanks to a blissful exchange with a foreign stranger that night.
This was good. It was the kind of good that Mihail had not felt in a long time, as the clarity of his vision faded, and he let himself relax entirely to the other’s control. They were moving in perfect synchronisation, as if they had been made for one another, the anticipation growing closer and closer. He could feel himself constricted around the other, and the way his companion seemed to tighten as the time came. It seemed an infinite wait, and yet brief all at once but, finally, the moment came, and his partner let spill within him. He let out a heavy sigh of relief, eyes drifting shut and falling towards the wall as the other pulled out of him.
For a few seconds, he did nothing, unable to do much. The heat of the instant was too much for him to bear, and he waited until his body would allow him to relax. At last, he pushed himself from the wall to smile instead at the other, his lips curved into a natural smile, clearly satisfied with the other (and what was there not to be satisfied by? Their interaction had been close to perfect.)
“Trust me,” Mihail answered, his words more genuine then than they usually were. “The next time I am in Athenia, you shall be one of the first for which I search.” Not that he had all that many contacts in the kingdom to search for otherwise: perhaps it was lucky that this encounter had come at a time when he was far from intoxicated, else he might not recall the man at all. He was good with faces when he wasn’t drunk, though his one had been behind him most of the time.
He watched him leave before he did anything else, fumbling to catch the chiton as it was thrown in his direction, almost uncertain as to how to handle the garment in the moment of lost ecstasy. Mihail slipped it on with a sense of awkwardness, hearing tilted towards the crowds in the streets as if to confirm that nobody was about to turn suddenly into his side alley and compromise his half-naked form. At least they had had a good time together but by the gods did Mihail need a bath.
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This was good. It was the kind of good that Mihail had not felt in a long time, as the clarity of his vision faded, and he let himself relax entirely to the other’s control. They were moving in perfect synchronisation, as if they had been made for one another, the anticipation growing closer and closer. He could feel himself constricted around the other, and the way his companion seemed to tighten as the time came. It seemed an infinite wait, and yet brief all at once but, finally, the moment came, and his partner let spill within him. He let out a heavy sigh of relief, eyes drifting shut and falling towards the wall as the other pulled out of him.
For a few seconds, he did nothing, unable to do much. The heat of the instant was too much for him to bear, and he waited until his body would allow him to relax. At last, he pushed himself from the wall to smile instead at the other, his lips curved into a natural smile, clearly satisfied with the other (and what was there not to be satisfied by? Their interaction had been close to perfect.)
“Trust me,” Mihail answered, his words more genuine then than they usually were. “The next time I am in Athenia, you shall be one of the first for which I search.” Not that he had all that many contacts in the kingdom to search for otherwise: perhaps it was lucky that this encounter had come at a time when he was far from intoxicated, else he might not recall the man at all. He was good with faces when he wasn’t drunk, though his one had been behind him most of the time.
He watched him leave before he did anything else, fumbling to catch the chiton as it was thrown in his direction, almost uncertain as to how to handle the garment in the moment of lost ecstasy. Mihail slipped it on with a sense of awkwardness, hearing tilted towards the crowds in the streets as if to confirm that nobody was about to turn suddenly into his side alley and compromise his half-naked form. At least they had had a good time together but by the gods did Mihail need a bath.
This was good. It was the kind of good that Mihail had not felt in a long time, as the clarity of his vision faded, and he let himself relax entirely to the other’s control. They were moving in perfect synchronisation, as if they had been made for one another, the anticipation growing closer and closer. He could feel himself constricted around the other, and the way his companion seemed to tighten as the time came. It seemed an infinite wait, and yet brief all at once but, finally, the moment came, and his partner let spill within him. He let out a heavy sigh of relief, eyes drifting shut and falling towards the wall as the other pulled out of him.
For a few seconds, he did nothing, unable to do much. The heat of the instant was too much for him to bear, and he waited until his body would allow him to relax. At last, he pushed himself from the wall to smile instead at the other, his lips curved into a natural smile, clearly satisfied with the other (and what was there not to be satisfied by? Their interaction had been close to perfect.)
“Trust me,” Mihail answered, his words more genuine then than they usually were. “The next time I am in Athenia, you shall be one of the first for which I search.” Not that he had all that many contacts in the kingdom to search for otherwise: perhaps it was lucky that this encounter had come at a time when he was far from intoxicated, else he might not recall the man at all. He was good with faces when he wasn’t drunk, though his one had been behind him most of the time.
He watched him leave before he did anything else, fumbling to catch the chiton as it was thrown in his direction, almost uncertain as to how to handle the garment in the moment of lost ecstasy. Mihail slipped it on with a sense of awkwardness, hearing tilted towards the crowds in the streets as if to confirm that nobody was about to turn suddenly into his side alley and compromise his half-naked form. At least they had had a good time together but by the gods did Mihail need a bath.