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“Hmm, mm, f-fuck, Anti,” Peisistratus moans and his foot, the one trapped under Antinous’ thigh, taps as his nerves come alive with fire. He’s squirming and mewling, like the good little kitty he is and Antinous grins around him but doesn’t speed up, keeping his pace as he bobs his head up and down. “Pl-please!”
Antinous just rubs along the underside of Peisistratus’ prick, teasing him with a soft hum. Peisistratus tries to buck up into him when Antinous pulls out, lips only wrapped around the head, but with his hand pressing down on the princes’ hip, the dick stays frustratingly unsucked.
Peisistratus whimpers and glances down. A bad—good__ idea in hindsight because Antinous is staring at him with those dark, lust filled eyes— pupils blown and filled with a vindictiveness that only looks hot on him. “Ah-Anti…”
The man simply smirks deeper and flicks his tongue back and forth over Peisistratus’ slit. Peisistratus arches his back at the attention to his head, those plush and surprisingly soft lips of Antinous working overtime to stimulate him enough to get him desperate. But all he ends up doing is writhing against the sheets, his ass clenching around nothing while his little dick barely gets stimulated.
The mouth is gone and Peisistratus opens his eyes, although he was sure that he never closed them in the first place. Antinous is still hovering over him, resting on his elbows and giving him that cocky smile that he’s known for. Honestly, if Peisistratus wasn't being held down by his hands, he'd wipe that stupid grin off his face. Preferably with his lips. “Anti—?” His question gets cut off when Antinous leans down and blows a long breath on his prick. “Ack-wh-eep!” It feels weird and good at the same time, but mostly weird and he’s not a fan. “Cut that ou—oh!”
And of course Antinous chooses that moment to take him in his mouth again. It’s not difficult, Peisitratus is quite small. Something Antinous likes to tease him about, he’s meant to be fucked, and Peisistratus couldn’t agree more. Except he’s not being fucked and his hole is frusteratingly empty. And Antinous’ other hand is uselessly rubbing up and down his thigh, and yeah, Peisistratus knows he has nice thighs but come on, his hole is right here! It’s hard to annunciate his wants when his words are unintelligible moans. Antinous may not bottom to him but his mouth is skilled enough that Peisistratus would kill to watch the bigger man get spit roasted between his dearest friend and that snake charmer Antinous calls a pal.
“Hmm, mm-Ah-Antinous,” he whimpers.
Antinous just chuckles around him and squeezes the fat of his thigh. The man is known to be a big talker, especially in bed so this is a new concept for Peisistratus; Antinous being without words. But not without his cruelty as he pulls his lips back again and uses the hand from his thigh to hold up his dick, using only his thumb and two fingers to do so. He presses a soft kiss to the tip and while normally this would cause butterflies to spark in his tummy, it’s instead making his churn with an unfathomably desperate need.
“Antinous, I need—”
Another blow on his dick that makes his body shudder. “What’s the magic word, kitty?” Antinous pins him down with his eyes more effectively than any hand ever could.
Without missing a beat, “Daddy.” A pleased purr and Peisistratus continues. “Need you to touch me, please.”
“I am touching you.”
“No, my hole. Need it inside.”
“But kitten,” Antinous starts to stroke his prick, needing only to use those fingers and thumb. “Daddy can cum from only this.” A squeeze to him and Peisistratus chokes out a groan. It’s good, of course it’s good, but it’s not enough. “Don’t tell me my princess needs more.”
Peisistratus all but sobs, “Yes, yes. M’sorry, Daddy. But I do, I do need more. I can’t with just— this. I need something inside of me.”
“Inside of what, kitten?”
“My cunt,” he wails when Antinous gives kitten licks along his small shaft. He’s just being cruel at this point. “An-Daddy!”
“Good catch, sweetheart.” And oh how his heart just melts at that. “Can you use your big boy words for Daddy? He’ll give you what you need so long as you ask nicely.” His lips around his dick again, suckling the tip like he does to Peisistratus’ nipples on special occasions; when they play Mommy and Daddy.
Peisistratus’ mind takes a few seconds to catch up to the words. He’s a bit preoccupied with the lips and tongue on his dick. But he’s nothing if not a beaut and a brain and it only takes him a few moments of floundering for his thoughts to unmuddle and his tongue to unstick from the roof of his mouth.
“Pl-ple-uhn!” Antinous must have done that on purpose, Peisistratus knows he did! Taking the rest of his dick into his warm mouth and— yep. The bastard is smirking at him from those thick eyelashes. Well, two can play at that game. Peisistratus sucks in a fortifying— if not horny— breath and tries again. “Please, Daddy.”
His voice is high pitched and breathless, only half of a show while the other half is very much so affected by his boytoy. “Please, please, please, Daddy. I need your fingers in my cunt. I’m so wet— f-for you.” Lilting up at the end and fluttering his eyelashes at his beloved, biting the bottom of his lip then letting it slip from his teeth. Lidded, doe eyes that Antinous has never been able to resist. He doesn’t hold back the soft whimpers or moans, tensing his thigh muscles under that warm palm. “I can’t cum without something inside; your tongue, your fingers, your cock- ah. Mm please, let me be—” He spreads his legs as best he can with that monster of a man on top of him, exposing his hole. “—a good pussy cat for you, my lion king.”
The choked grunt reverberating over his dick lets Peisistratus know the second before there’s two fingers plunging into his oil slicked hole.
He arches his back and mumbles out thanks of yes and thank you and please, more, more, more. Antinous doesn’t waste any time in pumping his fingers at a steady rhythm, keeping in time with his bobbing head. Peisistratus squeals loud enough for whatever unfortunate servant walking by to be haunted by him for the rest of the week. Antinous’ hand on his hip lessens enough for Peisistratus to gently rock into his fingers and mouth.
He can’t quite get intelligible words out and with Antinous’ mouth occupied with his prick, the only sounds are muffled grunting and broken moaning paired with loud squelching and slurping.
When the third finger enters him, they don’t even try to avoid his prostate and it doesn’t take much for Peisistratus to come undone. Antinous plays his body like a harp, plucking at his strings and drawing out the perfect melody.
Eyes rolling back and back arched in a way that the island whores would envy, Peisistratus clenches around the fingers pistonning and mouth swallowing. Fisting the sheets and toes curling.
It takes him a good while for him to come back to himself. When he does, he’s on his side and there’s a warm and sturdy presence at his back. An arm draped possessively over his hip and a small rocking motion. Antinous lazily slides his cock between Peisistratus’ ass cheeks, kissing his neck and murmuring softly. The blond giggles and cranes his neck enough to meet Antinous’ lips with his own.
“Thank you,” Antinous breathes.
“Pff, shouldn’t I be thanking you?”
“No, no.” Between kisses. “A prince never thanks his subjects.”
“They do. And you’re not my subject, baby. You're my king.” A sharp gasp and stuttering in the rhythm against his ass, the hand on his hip tightens. “It wasn’t just dirty talk.”
“You can’t say something like that, kitten,” Antinous is breathless and his hips are picking up speed.
Peisistratus hums and meets him slowly, grinding his plump ass into Antinous’ sizeable cock. “I never just say things, my king.”
It’s not the right time to propose to his beloved, Peisistratus wants the time to be perfect and he’s still working out his plan extensively. But planting the seed in Antinous’ head can’t hurt. And besides, seeing his great lion reduced to a whimpering house cat has a warmth spreading throughout his body.
But when he does propose, Peisistratus fully expects there to be more than a few whimpers and tears.
He’ll have this man down on his knees and sobbing with happiness as he clings to him, Peisistratus cooing and petting his hair.
Antinous may not understand the reason for the excited smile that paints his delicate face but with another shared kiss and bodies intertwining, he loses himself to the ecstasy of his beloved.
Peisistratus purrs against his lips. He’s got his lion wrapped around his finger.