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32's bone feet clack as he lands on the stone doorstep of the castle, folding his wings away into non-existence. He fumbles with the briefcase in his hand as he pulls his keys out of his pocket and selects the correct one to unlock the door. (it's Saturday so only the staff and residents are allowed in)
Stepping inside, he re-locks the door and beelines for the center of the castle, where he lives with the Queen. He pulls put the key for that door, but it opens before he can even try.
"Hello darling." Says the Talfik Empire's Queen of Rules, and 32 smiles and steps past him and into the entryway.
"Hey honey." He says, setting his case down to hang up his cloak and mask, "What'd ya make?"
"Cobbler." The Queen follows him as he picks up the case again and makes his way towards their living room, putting his goggles on as he walks.
"Nice!" He sets the case down and turns to his husband, whose gaze is still trained on him, "But is that all? I'm not complainin' of course, but you usually bake a lot more on Saturdays. 'R you awright?"
"I am fine." The Queen says, "I was waiting for you."
32 pauses at that, "I s'pose this one ran a bit longer than I said it would." He runs a hand through his hair, "You won' believe it, but I got caught."
"What?" The Queen says sharply, now keenly looking him over, "I thought mortals could not see you? Is that why you are wearing that?"
32 glances down at the priest robes, "Sorta? They caught me, and I didn' wanna have to hurt anybody, so I asked what I could do to be let go without a fight. They said I could give 'em information 'bout their god. I asked who their god was."
He pauses for suspense, but the Queen is having none of it, "And? Who was their god?"
"You." He says, and he watches his husband's face go from confused to downright baffled in less than 15 seconds, "You were their god. An' when they found out I knew your name, they got real excited. And suddenly I was promoted to priest and divine mouthpiece of Black Tiger, Supreme God of Time."
"Oh," starts Black, "That is-"
"However," 32 cuts him off, "despite all my accolades, I was still a foreigner. Which meant when I tried to explain how you really were they wouldn' fuckin' listen to me."
"That is very un-" Black starts, but is again cut off.
"So," snarls 32, "Because you have a stick up your ass all the time, I had to be the picture of poise."
Black stays silent this time, and 32 continues on.
"Here's what's gonna happen:" He says, advancing a few steps on his husband, who backs up a few steps to account for it, "Since I have had to be gentile for the past three months, you are gonna lose. Your. Shit."
"Darling, you do not wan-" Black starts but 32 yanks him down by the tie into a bruising kiss, teeth clacking together at first before they find their rhythm.
Breaking apart, 32 snarls into the space between them, "Take everything I've got."
Black full-body shudders and pulls him closer with both hands on his shoulders, claws sinking in and already drawing blood. Black's tail winds around one of 32's legs, trapping him, and he arches against the larger man before pulling off him to growl, "I wanna have to call in sick tomorrow."
The hands on his shoulders gripping tighter is the only warning he gets before Black spins them and crushes him against the wall, kissing him viciously and 32 whines as his husband's thigh slots between his own, starting a filthy grind as Black's long tongue plunges down 32's throat. 32 swallows around it, a thin moan trickling out from around the wet muscle as Black's hands start to divest him of his shirt.
Very suddenly, all his weight is on his husband's thigh, and the added pressure behind his grinding makes him gasp, choking on the tongue still down his throat. He doesn't signal Black to stop in any way, but the Queen still withdraws his tongue from his knight's throat and wraps it a few times around his neck instead. He finally manages to get 32's shirt open enough that calloused fingers can find his nipples, and 32 moans high and reedy at the friction on the sensitive skin there. Black puts his tongue back in his own mouth and then suctions around one nipple, and 32 opens his mouth only to be met with two fingers pressing down against his tongue.
He suckles around them as best he can with the constant assault on his chest, and Black finally drops to his knees, his massive frame caging in his significantly smaller lover. 32 loves this, feeling like his Queen is everywhere, and he whimpers as the fingers on his tongue are removed and replaced with Black's own tongue, the long muscle slipping down the knight's throat again, pressing them so close together that 32 can rub his abused nipples against the fine fabric of Black's vest, still grinding helplessly against the larger man's thigh.
His arms come up to wind tightly around the back of Black's neck, arching into this, into him.
Black's hand worms between them and his fingers latch onto 32's nipple again and the knight throws his head back and it hits the wall with a bang!
Black's free hand cradles the back of 32's now bruised head, and he withdraws his tongue and uses his magic to help him scoop 32 up, still plucking and twisting the nipple in his grasp as he takes his husband to their bedroom. 32 whines as he's tossed onto the bed, legs falling open and Black slots himself in, fitting snugly, thin as a rail even as he's twice 32's height.
Their lips meet again, and 32 fights the buttons on Black's shirt as he nips at his Queen's bottom lip. The larger man growls, and 32 groans as his claws sink into his arm. The pain is heaven after months of constant understimulation, and he snarls into the kiss and pushes against his husband's grip, just to know he can't escape. Black's brow furrows a bit, clearly concerned, and he almost pulls away but 32 locks his legs around his back, holding him there, and he seems to understand.
Black's tail re-curls itself around 32's thigh, and the knight groans as he finally gets his husband's shirt off, only for the Queen to immediately go entirely still. At first he's worried he's gone too far, but then Black leans up and murmurs into his ear, "Beg."
32's eyes widen, and he looks over at his husband. Black's never asked for anything like that before. He considers his options, and eventually decides on something he thinks they'll both enjoy.
He rolls his hips against his husband's lower stomach, moans pornographically, and growls, "Make me."
Black pulls back to shift upwards a bit, grinding their now-aligned groins together and grinning like a shark. 32 grits his teeth and moves with him, quickly finding a good rhythm and pushing himself closer and closer to the edge. Then, right as he's almost there, Black stops dead and sits back, watching 32 fight to stop his hips from bucking into stimulation that was no longer there.
About a minute and a half later, he presses close again and restarts the pace. 32 arches into it and growls this time when Black withdraws. He bares his teeth and very nearly gives in and reaches for his Queen, but manages to hold himself back at the last moment. How deep could Black's well of patience possibly be?
Half an hour later he is no closer to an answer than he was when this started. He is actively fighting now, and Black holds him down effortlessly as he rocks against the smaller man for the umpteenth time. This time, when he pulls back, 32 wheezes out a single word.
"Hhhhhoneyyy-!"
"Yes, darling?" Black says and he's perfectly composed, sitting there with a visible tent in his pants and 32 is hard enough to cut diamonds so Black can't be any better off but he sounds completely unbothered and it's getting to him.
"Nnnot againn." He moans, chest heaving, and Black's grin is predatory and it sends a shiver down his spine.
"You only need ask." He says, and 32 finally gives in.
"Ple-he-heease." He nearly sobs and then Black's pressing in close again, grinding down hard and he comes with a shout, legs falling apart as he pants against his husband's chest.
"Lovely." comes Black's voice and he looks up to see his husband staring at him, in all his post-orgasm glory. It suddenly dawns on him that Black hasn't come. He lifts a hand to assist, but Black stops him.
"No, darling." He says, pushing 32 up the bed and leaving him there, "No need for that." He reaches into their wall compartment and withdraws the little bottle of lube, "We are nowhere near done."
32 watches as his husband lubes up his long, thin fingers,