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The sun shone through the palace windows, bringing with it the unrelenting heat of summer. This, coupled with the endless military meetings, interrogations, diplomatic negotiations and yet *more* meetings, surely meant that there was a near endless number of things to bear down on one’s soul. As the son of the Grand Magister, Corvus was often seen as being the de facto second-in-command; he was entrusted with many significant responsibilities. Standing at 170cm tall and gifted with lustrous brown hair and a muscular body – as well as a few scars on his chest and right arm from previous battles – he made for a handsome figure.
And yet for all the work that needed to be focused on, all the plans that needed to be made during this time of war, Corvus could focus on absolutely none of it today. Why? Because he was fucking horny.
There was no battle plan or resource count that could distract him from the feeling that seemed to overpower his entire being. As he walked through the empty palace halls and sped through corridor after corridor – equal parts determined and desperate to make it to his chambers now – his mind could think of only one thing: Caspian. Thief of Hearts, Thief of Treasure. The most infamous rogue this side of Crosswind Hold, Corvus had bumped into him days ago on a recent trip to the… more ‘untrustworthy’ parts of town.
The phrase ‘bumped into him’ being in a rather literal sense, as Corvus had managed to completely lose his sense of direction the moment he saw Caspian; utterly overtaken by his gorgeous long red hair, his toned muscles that hid under the small, tight-fitting brown fur coat that may as well have not been there, and his remarkably handsome clean-shaven face. Corvus had managed to power through his sudden stammering and the impossibly stunning eyes that were bearing down on him, and he had negotiated a deal with Caspian - one involving a meeting that he was soon to be heading too. Purely for business and information, he had stressed. Yet if Caspian’s smirk had been anything to go by, there was a very real possibility that this meeting would turn into something more.
Corvus bit his lip as he recalled his meeting with the rogue. Yes, this was likely just going to be a meeting for information. Yes, Caspian was known for having worked for all sorts of groups in the past, and therefore was the most likely to have the knowledge and skills he needed for this mission. That’s what was going to be the focus. But fuck if Corvus wasn’t at least hoping to get a taste of him.
At long last, Corvus had reached sight of his room. A small and private place that doubled as his current study (and well isolated from the rest of the palace), he hoped to rest and get some personal relief before he left to attend the desired meeting – anything to calm down this impossible lust. It was at least an hour’s walk to the tavern, so assuming he took care of things here quickly, he should still make it in time.
Already beginning to undo his shirt, he pushed open the door to his chambers… and was greeted with the sight of a smirking, red-haired man lying on his bed.
“Well, I didn’t think it’d be that easy to get you to undress, but I’m not complaining.”
Caspian. Here. In his chambers. On his bed. Eyeing him up. Watching him begin to undress.
Despite the sudden surprise – no, “surprise” is an understatement, this was something else – Corvus managed to voice one of the many questions suddenly flooding his mind:
“I... How did... how did you get in here?”
“It was concerningly easy, if I’m to be honest. Or maybe I’m just used to breaking into allegedly “high-security” places, that’s a possibility too” Caspian wondered aloud. “I was going to just wait for our meeting, but I figured I’d come and speed things up a little.”
“Speed things up?” Corvus had a few ideas of what that could mean.
Caspian bit his lip. “Yes, speed things up. I saw the way you were looking at me earlier – it was tremendously adorable, actually. I figured that instead of waiting for you to get the courage to ask me on a date or anything like that, I’d just skip straight to being in your bed.” His gaze filled with unmistakeable lust, he added “In fact, I was hoping to skip the talking and to let you do whatever you want.”
Corvus’ head was spinning. Part of him was ready to give out then and there. In an attempt to save face and not just be a horny heartsick slave, he asked “But... what about...?”
Caspian waved it off. “Oh you’ll get your information. Just… after we both have some fun. If you want, that is. You want me to leave, then I’ll leave.”
By all accounts, this was insane. Corvus should inform the guards about the intruder. He should be furious. He should be throwing Caspian out of here himself.
What he did instead was walk up to Caspian – still lying on his bed – and kiss him.
All of Corvus’ pent-up lust suddenly burst forward as he climbed on top of the muscular redhead; hands simultaneously pushing Caspian down and exploring, desperately feeling up his body. Hands gliding over his abs and firm pecs, all while he kept kissing him. First it was just lips, now it was a heated battle, both panting as their tongues fought for control in each other’s mouths. Caspian reaching up and pulling Corvus’ already-undone shirt off, equally eager and wanting to feel more of the other.
Breaking the kiss for only a moment, they both stripped the other of their shirts – now both bare from the waist up. Corvus was lying completely on top of the smaller body as Caspian dug his nails into Corvus’ muscular back, hands squeezing and pressing down, driven by lust to feel as much as he could. Moaning as they did so, both began desperately thrusting and humping against the other; Corvus shoving his tongue deeper into the wet mouth beneath him, gasping as he used his hips to scratch the itch of lust that centred at his crotch. Each horny thrust only making them both more crazed, their clothed bulges twitching against one another. Were it up to Caspian, he’d stay like this until he came.
Corvus, however, had other ideas. Moving from kissing Caspian’s soft lips, he began trailing downward, leaving small kisses as he went. Planting his lips and tongue all over the body beneath him; His neck, his pecs, his abs, his stomach – Corvus was determined to get a taste of every part of his body.
His desire only seemed to grow the lower he moved. Soon enough, he came face-to-face with Caspian’s bulge. Biting his lip, Corvus dug his face into it, feeling the tightly-packed heat against his cheek, desperate to give it the relief it so desperately needed. He looked up at Caspian as he felt the redhead’s hand grab the top of his head, digging into his brown hair. Caspian nodded. Do it. Please. Now.
Corvus pulled down the pants in front of him, and instantly let out a whimper.
It was so long, and thick. There were so many veins on it. It’s head already dripping with pre-cum. No doubt as a result of their earlier humping. It pulsated and twitched, eager for attention now that it was freed. Fuck, it must have been eight inches long, at least.
“Caspian” Corvus moaned. Caspian responded with a moan of his own, unable to break the haze of lust to form any coherent words. He shuddered as he felt the brunette take his cock into his hands, the stimulation almost too much to bear.
Corvus began stroking the thick member in front of him, feeling it’s heat. Soon enough he found the right rhythm, hands tightly clasped around the dick in front of him, moving in the perfect way to get Caspian to moan for him – fuck he was addicted to those moans.
Up and down, up and down. The simple motion that was enough to set Caspian’s loins on fire. Corvus continued, mesmerized by the cock in front of him. It’s pulsating and wet head, it’s foreskin that he now had his hands wrapped around… oh, he needed a taste of it.
He planted a kiss on it’s head, lips and tongue tasting the soft, fleshy skin and the salty pre-cum it was already coated with. And then he kissed it again, and again, each time letting his tongue do more and more of the work. Taking more of it into his mouth, tasting and drinking all the liquid on it. Caspian gasped. Yes, yes, yes, right there. That was it. Keep going, just like that. More. More. Please. I’m almost…
“Corvus, I’m going to…”
Corvus felt the cock in front of him beginning to twitch. Now or never. In the heat of the moment, he engulfed it all into his mouth, determined to swallow as much as he could.
Caspian let out a loud, wild moan as he felt his orgasm begin to take him. Grabbing Corvus’ head once again and digging his nails into the soft brown hair, he pushed Corvus down and thrusted up into his tight, wet throat, filled with animalistic desire to cum. All 8, thick inches buried deep inside.
Corvus gagged. He gagged and swallowed as he felt Caspian’s dick earn its relief. It throbbed and pulsated, pumping its intense loads of hot, thick, salty cum down into his throat. He swallowed, eagerly drinking Caspian’s lust, feeling it’s taste dominate his mouth and throat. The sweaty musk of the already excited rogue simply providing even more fuel. And the feeling, the sensation of having the thick dick throb and twitch against his tongue… Gods, he couldn’t get enough of it.
Gasping as he felt himself unload deep into the muscular male’s mouth – no, not just his mouth, he was deep, he was shooting his load directly into his throat, too – Caspian praised himself for being bold enough to go through with this idea. Today was perfect. But he wasn’t done yet.
Pulling the other male off his now-relieved cock, Caspian was determined to give his attractive lover the best possible ending.
“Corvus,” he began, still breathless. “Get up. Take your pants off. Now.”
Corvus climbed out of the bed, more than pleased at the demand. Undoing his belt buckle took more time than he would’ve liked, but finally freeing his dick was a reward that was worth it.
If there was (somehow) any residual hesitation or shame, it evaporated entirely when he looked back at Caspian. The redhead rogue, who was previously lying face-up on the bed, was now bent over, hands pressed up against the wall, ass facing towards Corvus, entirely naked.
Corvus didn’t need any instruction.
Grabbing a nearby small jar of lube, he coated his right hand in it and began applying it to Caspian’s ass. Squeezing and slapping the round cheeks with his left hand, pushing his fingers inside of him with his right, Corvus lost all sense of self as he became filled with animalistic lust, ready to pin down and mate with the beautiful man beneath him. The soft moans from his lover only digging him deeper into his fervour.
Enough was enough. Taking hold of his own 7-inch dick, he positioned himself in front of Caspian’s entrance, right hand on his partner’s hip.
“Ready?” A question with an already-known answer.
“Corvus, fuck me.”
Now grabbing both hips, he thrust. Deep inside of an impossibly tight hole, finally, finally penetrating the cute redhead he met mere days ago. Corvus let out a moan as Caspian bit his lip in an effort to contain his, both of them lost in passion. Reaching down to give attention to Caspian’s now once-again erect cock, Corvus became lost in desire as he continued thrusting. Nothing else mattered now, nothing but giving sensation and pleasure to his cock, nothing else except for pounding the male beneath him.
He soon found a pattern of movement, one that managed to bring out the loudest moans from Caspian yet. Pulling out almost entirely, giving a slow, jerking movement to his lover’s cock with his left hand, and holding his hip with the right hand. Then, giving a sudden thrust all at once, burying himself deep in Caspian’s insides in an instant; all while still jerking him. The sound of their ragged breaths and sharp moans, the intense warmth that came with being deep inside of Caspian, the endless desire to keep going – he knew neither of them would last much longer.
The end was a flurry of orgasmic bliss. Caspian whined as his dick twitched once again, already unloading more cum onto the bed. Corvus began hugging the redhead from behind, hand squeezing those firm pecs as he began to lose himself to ecstasy. Biting down on the shoulder of the male beneath him and sucking his skin, almost pushing himself into that red hair, thrusts growing more rapid and more reckless. Hands wildly groping every single part of that perfect, toned body.
With a few more thrusts, Caspian’s body gave out against the lust-fuelled assault now railing his ass. He collapsed against the bed, Corvus now lying completely on top of him once again, his final few thrusts bringing such wild pleasure that his legs began to tremble and shake. That intense, unforgivingly-horny energy he’s held onto for days now, was at last getting its release.
“Ngh- aah – Caspian!” 
With his last thrust, Corvus moaned and rutted himself as deep as possible. Moaning, gasping and whining as his cock finally unloaded, sending spurt after spurt of insatiably warm cum into the used ass. Each pulse bringing with it more relief than the last, his primal instinct to mate overtaking everything else. Heart pounding as his body shuddered with relief.
Finally, both parties were spent. Corvus pulled out of his new-found lover, and immediately collapsed next to him. The pair now silent, save for their deep breaths – some attempt to recoup the energy they had just spent.
The weight of their sexual activity now taking its toll, they found themselves quickly falling to the clutches of sleep. In their last few moments of consciousness, Corvus breathed out a quiet
“Thank you”
Caspian smiled and brought his arm to rest around the other. Whatever business it was that Corvus originally wanted to talk to him about, it could wait.
For now, it was a warm, comforting, loving sleep.