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Jason knew that this was probably the best option they had available to them right now, since Kori was doing her whole ‘exiled queen, don’t you know who I am’ schtick. But he’d never worn harem pants before, and he really hadn’t been expecting to wear them now.
Kori had kissed a sweet looking twink when they arrived on planet, because she couldn’t just drop that habit no matter how much they twitched when she did it. Then she’d exchanged a few words with the boy, and some more with the apparent-royals of the city they’d landed in, and then glanced back at Jason and Roy with an encouraging nod.
They’d landed on a planet in the same general vicinity of space as Tamaran, who didn’t actually keep up with their local space quadrant news. All the locals knew was that the Tamaran queen had landed with two humanoid men most of a foot shorter than her, and so they immediately set about making Kori comfortable.
Which meant making her men comfortable.
In the manner to which they expected to, uh, be concubines.
Jason and Roy had been hustled down into the cool tiled rooms of the concubine quarters. They were surrounded by wafts of sweet and fruity incense, or perhaps that was the perfumes on the concubines who were leading them down towards a high vaulted room with baths of clear water, towels and beds and cushions, and what Jason thought resembled a staging area in a theatre, with all the necessary tools and paints to prepare a concubine properly.
There was also many mostly-naked men and women in various levels of smoking hot. Even if they were aliens, they were aliens in the same vein as Tamarans being alien from Earthlings, and it seemed that most of the cultural definitions of ‘beautiful and worthy of royal concubinage’ overlapped. They glittered in the yellow light.
They’d been stripped, very politely and non-sexually, but for practical purposes their gear was now far away, possibly in another room entirely. Kori was upstairs being regal, and they just had to keep going along with all this until they learn otherwise.
Then there had been washing in the pools, and not quite being allowed to dry themselves, and then the primping had started.
“Don’t you dare fucking laugh,” Roy said from behind Jason, where he’d been hustled by a different set of beautiful people they weren’t actually able to communicate with verbally.
Since Jason was currently holding still while an old and half-naked woman was doing his eye makeup, he really didn’t think he had any capacity to laugh at Roy.
For one thing, he might make her slip and paint kohl on his eyeball.
“Hmmmm,” the woman said, as she stood back to examine her work. Jason wished they had a mirror down here, but they apparently did each other’s makeup and so didn’t need to check their own faces.
Then she ran a wrinkled hand down his chest, stroking down his chest, and twitching a thumb across his nipple piercing.
Jason jumped, and really, really wanted to run away. But Kori needed these people on side, and her concubines beating up their royal concubines was probably a bad idea.
“Roy!” Jason said. “I think they want to take my barbell out.”
“Don’t let them. That’s hot.”
Thankfully, the woman left his nipple alone, and turned to discuss something with a group of the others.
Then she came back with another woman, who beamed at him, then leant forward to examine the barbell closely, pushing it forward and back through the piercing.
Then she pulled down the loose cloth which was draped over her front to show off her own pierced nipples, with a thin gold chain hanging between them.
She was talking, but they couldn’t fucking understand her, but at least it seemed like they weren’t going to rip out his piercing because it was some sort of concubine blemish or punishment.
Then a twinky little thing was rubbing oil all over him, taking care over his scars. Someone other than Kori or Roy was touching his scars.
Jason wanted to hurl. He wanted to vomit, or possibly throw someone into the pool, but he could handle this. He could do this, because it really wasn’t too bad—
FUCK.
—he pushed the boy away hard enough that the kid stumbled, and fuck he couldn’t do this. He couldn’t stand their hands on him.
Jason got his back up against the cool tiles so he could see them all. The beautiful aliens stood in a ring around him, talking and gesturing, and the old one who’d done his eyes was pissed. The one with the gold chain looked concerned. And someone else was helping the twink up from the ground.
“Let me though, come on,” Roy was saying, pushing through the concubines in their slinky silks and cake-like perfumes. “Let me fucking through.”
Then Roy was in front of him, his back to all these strangers. Jason had to keep an eye out. Protect him. Fuck, his brain is fried just because strangers were touching him.
Fuck fuck fuck.
He’s going to have screwed this up for all of them. They’re separated from Kori, and she needs to do political things, and that means they’re her concubines for today and fuck.
Roy’s hands on him. Warm hands. Strong and familiar. Holding his shoulders, his back to the crowd, and Jason was keeping an eye on the harem.
They all smelt like food. Sweets and spices and one man smelt a little like Poison Ivy, or a very green salad. It was weird.
Roy smelt like gunpowder and adrenaline and cinnamon. A weird addition, but not unpleasant.
“I fucked up?” Jason asked.
“Nah, babe, you’re good. We’re good.”
The old woman was smiling at them, hands spread wide, nodding to something one of the others was saying.
Roy lent forward into Jason’s space, to prove it was possible, probably, and got his hand over the splash of…what was the smell they’d picked for him? Something like gingerbread and rum, in the body oil that boy had been trying to rub into his skin. He’d just scared a pretty little concubine kid out of his wits. Fuck.
Can’t take Jason to a harem planet. Can’t take him to parties. Can’t take him to orgies without people getting all up in his scars and taking notice of him. Fuck it’s exhausting. He can’t even have fun in a harem.
Damnit. Dick was going to laugh about this.
Roy turned back to the crowd, and then very carefully and deliberately spread the streak of oil down Jason’s side. Oiling his abs. Making them jump under his fingers. Because Roy’s hands on him meant sexytimes, if it wasn’t wound fixing.
Roy lent forward to kiss him, and Jason lent down into it. Kissing was good. Kissing meant they were safe. Safe enough to kiss. Safe enough to close their eyes.
Fuck Roy. Fuck Kori and her diplomatic mission, and fuck being separated from their tech for the sake of harem etiquette.
Though—Roy looked good. Glistening with oil, his tattoos standing out so beautifully. Roy’s harem pants was more of a gauzy set dressing around his cock, as they had made sure to keep all his tattoos on display, including the mechanical abstract one which curls up and around his left hip. They’ve really dressed him in only half a skirt, made of something transparent and floaty.
It shouldn’t look this good.
“Fuck off, Roy, how can you look so good in harem-chic?”
“You should see yourself, babe. I want to eat you.”
“Because I smell like boozy cake?”
“Because I can eat your arse and then Kori can wreck it and then we’ll get whatever trade we want because we’ll have proven how fucking good we are for her.”
Jason groaned, and all these damn spectator concubines can see that he’s got a bit of a chub, and it’s not just from the adrenaline rush of panic.
Roy looked back at the head honcho half-naked woman, who gestured something, and Roy nodded.
“How about you move away from the wall, Jaybird, and I’ll oil up your back. Get you nice and pretty for Kori?”
“I wonder if they think we—I’m bigger than you, but they— Do they think it’s Kori, you, me? Like, in a hierarchy? They’re giving you space when they didn’t to me.”
“Well, you did freak out. Alien having a freak out in the harem rooms? I’d give them space. But also rude, I’m totally higher ranked than you in our harem for excellent reasons. I’ve got better arms.”
“Your arms are beautiful. It’s the rest of you that sucks.”
“Especially my mouth. My arse if we try hard enough.”
Jason laughed, and stepped away from the wall far enough for Roy to slide behind him comfortably.
Another twinky thing handed over a pot of oil, and Roy got to work. There was something shimmery in it, like a glittery gold shine as well as the gleam of the oil.
It’d make a very pretty mess of clean sheets.
Another older one, wrinkled and glossy in glittery oil, comes forward with a tray of something… phallic. Lots of phallic. Many phallic objects.
Alien butt plugs.
Oh god.
“Do you think they want me to oil you up enough for one of those?” Roy asked, massaging Jason’s shoulders as a distraction.
“Fuck, maybe?”
They looked kind of fun, if Jason could ignore the dozens of people watching him and the excited grin of the old man.
This man had a two big tattoos on his chest, one over each pec. They were very well cared for, and honestly less janky than some of Roy’s early stuff that he’d gotten cheap.
The others made space for him to come through, a few of the younger ones almost bowing.
Then the woman who had done Jason’s eyes saw that he was trying to decipher the pec tattoos, and raised her skirt, showing off a well-trimmed muff, and a twisting tattoo that curled up and around her inner thighs.
Then she dropped her skirt, giving a wide smile.
“I think I’m higher ranked than you because I’m tattooed.”
“Oh fuck off, that’s not fair. I should have got one last time when we were drunk Earthside.”
“Pretty sure the piercing is a status symbol as well. We can both be Kori’s top bitches.”
Roy reached around and tweaked Jason’s nipple barbell. Jason rocked his arse back against Roy, because he wasn’t above being petty.
“Do you want me to—?” Roy asked, dragging the other oily hand down Jason’s crack. “I could get you all prepped for Kori. Watch her ride you in front of the court. Did you see what the leader was up to before we got hustled down here?”
“Hustle is the word.”
Jason bit his lip, and looked at the tray of butt plugs and fake cocks that had been laid out in front of them.
“Do you think we have to?” Jason asked.
Roy traced his fingers up and down, just in the very top of his crack, pushing down the edge of the harem pant things.
“We’ll make them understand if we don’t want to, yeah.”
Jason looked at them, all laid out in size order like some sort of weird offering. Quite a few were purple, just like the silky garments. Kori’s colour scheme had been adhered to.
“Let’s give it a go, yeah?” Jason said.
Jason nodded, and pushed back against Roy’s hand, still looking around at all these people who viewed sex as a job or a chore or part of their culture. An honour, to be serving the upper classes who was talking politics with Kori above them.
They’d played in public before, a few times on Earth. Just Roy and Jason, because Kori made everything a bit extra when she was with them, on Earth anyway. For all the aliens who called Earth home, the Earthlings always got a bit discombobulated when they saw an alien doing normal things like Domming her boyfriends in public.
Roy traced his hand lower, and Roy’s hands always felt great. His fingers were amazing; strong and calloused, confident with bow strings, mechanics, and Jason’s body.
Roy adjusted his stance, and circled two fingers at Jason’s taint, getting oil on that slinky material around his hips.
“No, stop, I can’t do it.” Jason said.
Roy wiggled his hands free and settled them on Jason’s hips, tucking his forehead against Jason’s shoulder blade.
“Good boy,” Roy whispered against him, even though none of these people could understand them. “I’m proud of you for telling me. I’m so glad you stopped when you weren’t comfortable.”
Oh gods. That was almost worse. Having Roy’s praise made his heart pound as hard as it had when that boy touched him. More than the touch near his arse had made his cock fill.
Fuck.
He was such a fucking mess.
Jason closed his eyes, and trusted Roy to take over the situational awareness for them both.
Roy loved him. Roy didn’t need him to do something which was mostly fine, even if it made it more difficult to get out of this situation with everything they needed.
Roy kissed the back of his neck, probably tasting whatever was scenting the oil.
Then Roy was facing him, tucking everything back in place.
Jason pulled him up so he could kiss him properly, hands leaving glittery marks on Roy’s face as he held him steady.
Kori will probably like that. She liked seeing the marks of their hands on each other.
There were murmurs behind Jason, as Roy pressed his hand overtop the handprint that Kori had accidentally branded into his shoulder one night when pegging him.
“They like marks here, don’t they?”
“Fuck yeah, they do,” Roy replied,
Jason bit down on the soft bit of Roy’s jaw and sucked hard. It didn’t take much to bring a bruise to Roy’s skin, and he wanted these people to know that they might be Kori’s, but they were each other’s as well.
“Fuck, Jay, we probably—”
“Screw them.”
Jason sucked harder, and then smeared his spit around in the glittery oil.
“Better. So, what do you say we go join up with Kori, show how good we are as her concubines, impress the nobles, and then blow this popsicle stand?”
Roy nodded.
One of the girls, this one with gold nipple rings, came forward and offered up a fine chain with a little shard of a purple gem on the end.
She gestured towards Jason’s chest, and then handed the chain to Roy.
Roy took it with a care he usually reserved for things that could explode if mishandled, turning it around in his fingers.
“Can I?” he asked, and Jason nodded.
Roy unscrewed the ball from one end, and slipped the top loop of the chain over the post, before screwing the ball back on.
The little gem fell a few inches from his nipple, swinging freely. Roy rolled both nipples between his fingers, with a little breath against them.
“Are you going to go present us to Queen Koriand’r?” Jason asked, hoping that they’d recognise the name at any rate.
The old woman nodded, and a few of the young beauties came forward to accompany them upstairs. They were all wearing silks and the gold dust oil, but none of them wore the purple they’d been dressed in. None of them were tattooed, or pierced, or marked.
“Do you think permanent owners are the ones who give permanent marks?”
“Well, Kori’s done that, hasn’t she?” Roy said, pressing his hand against the scar of Kori’s hand, his fingers overlapping the mark of her.
They followed the mostly-naked people back through the network of corridors and courtyards that lead back to the main court room where the three of them had met the fancy mostly-dressed nobles, before the leader had taken one look at Kori, two looks at Roy and Jason, and then the whole… concubine primping thing happened.
Kori was standing a little separately from the actually dressed members of the court she had to negotiate with. But there was the well-built pretty boy in a skimpy outfit that she’d kissed, resting on his knees beside her. Looking up at her adoringly, with a purple smear of something near his lips.
Oh, Kori.
She really should stop kissing people to learn new languages. It always gets them into trouble.
“My boys!” she said, opening her arms dramatically, then probably said something to the same affect to the rest of the crowd.
Jason and Roy approached her, and it wasn’t the first time they’d had to present themselves as subservient to her, but it was the first time they’d been oiled and dressed in see-through fabric which just made their cocks look like tempting shadows behind sheer curtains.
Roy approached her confidently, which was fine, he’s good at that. All his tattoos gleaming in the sunlight, so much brighter than they appeared downstairs.
Jason moved towards her slowly, trying to copy the slow and steady movements of the other concubines who had brought them up. It was like a dance, or a kata. Getting everything in place, and moving in sync.
“Hello, Mistress,” Roy said with a grin, looking up into her face.
Kori held up a hand and looked Roy over with careful consideration. A little avarice in her eyes, a little lust, a lot of appreciation. Then she ran her hand over the tattoo that began on his shoulder blade, following the line of it over his bicep, where she gave it a squeeze which looked tight and fierce. Roy stood straighter, and oh gods, Jason could see his cock tenting that silly little gauze.
Good. She’d figured out the marking thing.
She pulled Roy to her side, running her hands through his hair with just enough heat on them to aerosolise a little of the oil from his skin and set the whole room to smelling of Roy and the not-cinnamon scent.
Roy rocked towards her, his eyes closed. She yanked him up on his toes to kiss him properly, then let him rock back onto his heels.
Fuck, that was so hot.
Maybe there was some aphrodisiac in the incense downstairs? Or the oil? Because watching Kori look Roy over like he was meat was hot, but it shouldn’t be hot enough to get Jason going in public like this.
Jason’s turn.
He approached carefully, his eyes on the floor, properly demure like one of the ladies the BBC historical dramas he used to watch with Alfred. Not looking up, even when he was pretty sure he was standing in front of Kori from the angle of her boots.
She didn’t touch him.
Just stared.
She touched his chin with two careful fingers, tilting his face up towards her.
“Hello, my Jason,” she said, then she bent to kiss him. Softer and less demanding than what she took from Roy, and it was so good. So nice to be on display for her like this. He was hers, and now she could dismiss the concubine kneeling at her feet.
She rested her hand over the burn scar on Jason’s back, her hand fitting perfectly.
There were some gasps from the locals. A few murmurs and the rising note of questions being asked.
But Kori was kissing him, and he didn’t need to pay attention.
She let him go, then laughingly said something to the leader.
The kneeling local at her feet got to his feet so gracefully he must have practised for years to look that good on his knees. Kori patted his cheek, and Jason, thinking of the things he saw downstairs, lent forward to kiss the man’s cheek in thanks.
Then Jason sank to his knees at her side, tugging Roy down with him to frame her properly for this society.
The leader smiled at him, but in that dismissive way of looking at a pretty painting on a wall somewhere, before turning back to the conversation.
Jason was so damn hard. He can’t even imagine how agonising the next few hours would have been with a plug in him.
The sex when they got back to the ship was going to be amazing.
But first, they had to serve their Mistress through a royal banquet, with cocks standing proud and ready to be caught on hot platters. Fuck.