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Magnus was lounging on the bed, the impossibly well-defined muscles of his back and shoulders making him look like a god in an ancient painting. He fixed his smouldering eye on Perturabo as if challenging him.
“Ravage me,” he whispered.
Perturabo hastily removed the last of his clothing. When he climbed onto the bed, Magnus looked up at him with a smirk and wiggled his perfect ass invitingly. A small, pink plastek bottle levitated right next to Perturabo, but he pushed it aside.
“Have some patience,” he said. “Let me savour this.”
He touched Magnus’ back, feeling the hot, smooth skin and the firmness of the muscles beneath, and he was surprised by how pale his hands looked against his brother’s warm coppery tone. As he moved upwards, Perturabo noticed that the black and yellow ribbons that he had braided into Magnus’ hair the day before were still there, even though they had partially come loose.
“You kept these?”
“Only because it was you who put them there,” Magnus answered fondly.
Perturabo moved into a position close to Magnus’ head where he sat down and redid the braids more firmly. Magnus closed his eye, making subtle noises of pleasure as if he relished every moment of his hair being touched.
“You like this?” Perturabo asked gleefully.
Magnus made a soft affirmative sound.
“I shall remember that,” Perturabo mused.
Once he had finished the braids Perturabo leaned down and buried his face in the soft, blood-red mane of hair. He hungrily inhaled the familiar scents of jasmine, myrrh and something warm and musky that had to be the natural scent of Magnus’ body.
Growing ever more wild with desire, Perturabo tangled his fingers into the hair by Magnus’ neck, holding it firmly, and then lifted Magnus’ head and turned him around so that he could kiss him. He barely needed to use any force at all, as Magnus eagerly followed his movement, opening his mouth slightly as if he was yearning for it.
Perturabo stopped, suddenly full of doubt. Would Magnus simply allow him to do whatever he wanted? Not try to fight it, at all? Magnus was too pliant, too beautiful, and somehow Perturabo’s confidence broke.
“I don’t deserve this,” he mumbled.
Magnus opened his eye, immediately serious. “Please don’t speak that way.” When Perturabo did not answer, he continued. “You deserve it more than anyone else. You deserve everything.”
He reached up and kissed him gently.
“Be confident,” Magnus whispered once their lips parted. “Take whatever you want.”
Perturabo slowly found his courage again as they resumed kissing. Magnus turned on his back, Perturabo lay down on top of him and finally there was absolutely nothing between them. The warmth of the embrace became even more intense as Magnus’ powerful arms wrapped around him. Perturabo started moving, slowly and carefully, and he both heard and felt how Magnus’ breath hitched as their bodies rubbed against each other. He wanted to take it slow, to enjoy every sensation as much as possible.
He finally froze when he bumped into something that was simply too distracting. Perturabo was harder than he had ever been in his life – and apparently, so was Magnus. He had always known that Magnus was very well-endowed, but he had tried his best not to think about it. To suddenly feel that impressive erection brushing against his behind was too much, too intimidating.
Perturabo lifted himself up a little. “Turn around again,” he said, and thankfully Magnus obeyed him without questioning or mocking him.
When he once again lay down on top of Magnus, Perturabo felt like a hypocrite for wanting to rub his own cock against his lover’s ass without the risk of the same thing happening to him. Luckily, he was soon distracted from those feelings by Magnus loudly expressing his delight.
“There it is… give it to me,” Magnus demanded in a sultry voice, arching his back as he pushed himself against Perturabo’s loins, as if he could not stand to wait a moment longer.
Perturabo moved back and sat up so that he could see Magnus’ delicious ass, and he greedily ran his hands over the silky-smooth skin. It was firm with muscle but still the softest spot on that impossibly sculpted body. He grabbed the buttocks and squeezed them. He knew what he should do next, but still he hesitated, and Magnus seemed to notice his nervousness.
“Oh, is this your first time?” Magnus asked. “Do you know the theory? I can teach you.”
The bottle of lubricant returned to levitate helpfully next to Perturabo.
“It’s not my first time,” Perturabo grumbled, “and I am well aware of the theory.” He did accept the bottle of lube, however.
“But is it your first time with a man?” Magnus continued his inquiry.
Perturabo blushed in embarrassment at the thought of how much Magnus’ vast experience must eclipse his own. “No, I have tried it with a legionary… once.”
“Oh… Perhaps you will find it easier with me,” Magnus said. “I am more… accommodating than most men. I don’t technically need any preparation… but it can be enjoyable, if you feel comfortable doing it.” Magnus helpfully raised his ass a little. “And you don’t have to worry about hurting me.”
Perturabo poured some lube onto the fingers of his right hand, and he noticed that it had been magically heated to the point where it felt slightly warm. He steeled himself, and then he dug in.
He found Magnus’ ass-hole easily large enough to take him. The sorcerer must have used biomancy to open himself up – to cheat, as he did with everything else. It felt slightly condescending. Perturabo might not have much practical experience but he was diligent in everything he set his mind to. He always learned new skills quickly and he was determined to master this area just like any other. He tentatively rubbed his lubed fingers against Magnus’ soft, very pliable rim.
Magnus gave an encouraging moan. “Yes, good… just like that.”
When Perturabo slipped two fingers inside it was clearly far from enough, but his initial objective was not to fill up the void, only to explore and map out the unknown territory. It was all too easy to find a sensitive spot – when Magnus’ vocalizations grew louder and more enthusiastic, he knew that he was going in the right direction.
After a while he finally felt confident enough to prepare his eager, throbbing member. The lubricant smelled strongly of jasmine, like everything else on this depraved ship, and after this his cock would surely be smelling too, but he no longer cared. He applied it generously and thoroughly, and then he proceeded to plunge himself into the welcoming depths.
Perturabo’s breath stopped as their bodies connected. It was warm, tight and slick, and it felt like being hugged in the best way possible. He was vaguely aware that muscles were moving around him in a way that was not natural, massaging his cock as if trying to suck him even deeper inside.
“Please don’t be quiet,” Magnus whispered. “Let me hear if you enjoy it.”
“It’s perfect,” Perturabo groaned.
He started moving, and at first it was so overwhelming that he had to slow down right away, but Magnus gave him a most delectable whimper that spurred him to keep going. He trusted that Magnus would not be hurt, and he took a firm grip on his lover’s hips and held their bodies close together as he bore down and let instinct take over. His hips knew what to do, and he thrust ever deeper, harder, taking what he wanted.
He spoke no more except in wordless growls. Magnus guided him, mostly in loud moaning but sometimes in words.
“Yes… right there… harder!”
As Perturabo steadily picked up the pace, he knew that he would not be able to last for long. He focused on making Magnus tremble and whimper as much as possible, before – all too soon – the intense sensations forced him over the edge. He had to stop himself from crying out as he came, and the warm depths hungrily swallowed his seed.
As soon as the aftershocks had stopped, he pulled out, lamenting that it was already over. But as he tried to back away, Magnus reached out and gently grabbed him.
“You can go on for longer, can’t you?” Magnus said. “I know I can.”
Perturabo had always assumed that he was meant to stop after he had reached his climax. For some reason, it had never occurred to him that more than one orgasm per session might be allowed. Now he felt both foolish and grateful.
Magnus turned around on his back with an enticing smirk. “We are only getting started. Let us see who gets tired first.”
Perturabo leaned down and kissed him lovingly, and then they went at it again. This time they were facing each other, but the position no longer troubled Perturabo. Once he was inside, Magnus embraced him tightly, legs wrapped around him, holding him in place and refusing to let him go.
Their bodies entwined, becoming as one, and it was everything Perturabo had ever wanted. He came again, and again, until he lost count of how many times it had been.
Perturabo awoke feeling a sudden sticky wetness below him. He realized that he was alone in his own bed, holding a pillow in his arms. He hastily got up, swearing a number of Olympian curses. His vivid dream had led to him soiling his sheets, and this was not the first time it had happened.
His face burned with shame. Even in this windowless room he could see the Star Maelstrom, and he knew that it was watching him. He felt it bearing down on him, judging him, cruelly mocking him for his weakness.
This was one of his few pleasant dreams, but he could not let it go on. He could not let the serfs find the proof of his activities, not again… There might be gossip.
Perturabo ripped the sheets off the bed, hid them, and later he disposed of them in one of the ship’s furnaces. Then he abstained from sleep for months, until the time finally came when he met Magnus again in reality.