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Alexios tugged at the silk securing his wrists to the bed, more to test them than to attempt to escape.
”You won’t free yourself, Misthios,” Lykinos whispered, running his soft poet’s fingers down his lover’s torso. ”My knots are very, very reliable.”
”I believe you,” Alexios replied, his whole body trembling with anticipation.
He didn’t know how he had ended up in this position. When the Adrestia had docked, his lover had whispered a meeting place in his ear, telling him he had a surprise for him. Alexios was sure that the surprise would involve sex, but could never have guessed Lykinos’s true nature. Not that he was complaining.
Now here he was, his wrists tied to the bed, his legs spread out and his eyes covered with a thick black piece of fabric. He blinked behind it a few times, his eyes adjusting to the darkness, trying to find a focus. But nothing was visible through it. He felt himself tense subconsciously, despite his trust for Lykinos.
As if he could read his lover's thoughts, the smaller man ran a delicate hand through Alexios’s hair, making him jump at the touch. He leaned in, placing a tender kiss on his ear.
”Do you remember our special word, my love?” He whispered. Alexios nodded. ”What is it?”
”Hera.”
”Good.” Lykinos swung his legs onto the bed, straddling Alexios’s chest. He could feel his lover’s soft skin pressing against him, revealing that he had stripped after blindfolding him. Lykinos ran his nails down Alexios’s hirsute chest, leaving faint red trails as he did so. ”If you say the word once, I will immediately stop what I’m doing. Say it twice in a row, and I will untie your arms and take off your blindfold. Understood?”
”Yes.”
”If I ask you what our special word is, be sure to answer me. If you do not, I will assume you cannot answer and will stop. Understood?”
Alexios nodded- before bucking and gasping as Lykinos pulled at his chest hair.
”Am I understood?”
”Yes,” Alexios hissed.
”Good.” The poet climbed off him, leaning down to kiss the fading red trail. ”Then we’ll begin.”
Lykinos climbed off Alexios, the sounds of his footsteps leading away from the bed. His whole body trembled, his cock half-hard against his stomach.
When his lover returned to the bed, he stood next to him for a moment, before running a leather strap down his body. Alexios tensed as it ran over his cock, trembling as he waited for the first strike. The strap cracked against the skin of his thigh, centimetres away from his genitals, the sound of it hitting his skin echoing into the night.
”Your skin gets red so easily, Misthios,” Lykinos cooed, running his hands over the sensitive spot. ”I will enjoy seeing how much you can take.”
”I can take anything,” Alexios replied, teasingly, a challenging grin spreading on his face.
”I believe you...” With that Lykinos raised the strap once more, bringing it down it quick succession, slapping both his thighs in turn. Alexios moaned and squirmed, his cock bouncing with every slap. Lykinos wrapped his free hand around him as he continued his beating, pumping him slowly until he was fully hard.
Relishing in the pathetic whimper his lover made when he let go of him, Lykinos ran the strap back up his torso before snapping it over his nipples. He paused, looking up at his lover’s trembling face. He could faintly see damp patches at the bottom of the blindfold and a small trail of drool leaving the corner of Alexios’s mouth. He leaned in, licking the trail before plunging his tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeply. Alexios’s lips followed his as he pulled away, not wanting to break the contact. Lykinos didn’t want to either, but he needed his eyes for this. He looked down his lover’s body, trailing the strap down him until it rested on his genitals. He felt Alexios pause and waited for a moment to see if he would use the word. When nothing came, Lykinos raised the strap and cracked it down on his testicles.
”Fuck!” Alexios screamed, writhing helplessly about the bed, bucking his hips.
”Do you want more?” Lykinos asked, resting the strap on his skin patiently.
”Fuck yes!”
Lykinos obeyed, slapping his balls a few more times, at first using a gentler force than he had done on the rest of him, gradually increasing his speed and pressure. He straddled his lover again, pushing his hips up along his body until Alexios could feel the pressure in his chest.
”Lick me,” Lykinos ordered, pushing his buttocks into Alexio’s face. Alexios obediently stuck out his tongue, pressing it against his hole, cautiously at first, not knowing exactly where his lover was positioned. Once he found his target he began to confidently lick at his lover, running his tongue tip around his entrance. He heard Lykinos purr, his entier body trembling, the sensations shooting through him. Alexios could taste the familiar musky taste of his lover, along with the bitterness of olive oil- Lykinos had obviously prepared himself ahead of time.
Lykinos continued his beating, varying his target to keep Alexios on his toes. He would deliver some hard slaps against his pubic hair before dragging the leather over the cock, slapping his thighs and hips before another sure smack to his balls. He began to tease his lover’s cock, running his fingers up the shaft before dipping his fingertip into the slit at the head, smearing the fluid round and round.
”Please... Lykinos...” Alexios whimpered against his lover’s ass. He could barely take the teasing anymore, so much so he considered using the word, but decided he could hold off a little longer. After only a few more minutes, that felt like a good hour to Alexios, Lykinos pulled back, gripping the base of his cock hard.
He turned around, watching his lover’s blindfolded face, as he lowered his slender hips down upon him. Alexios cried out as he was sheathed inside his lover, a glistening layer of sweat coating his body. Without taking a moment for either of them to adjust, Lykinos began riding him violently like a wild stallion, shaking the bed so vigorously anyone else in the building would surely have heard the noise. Lykinos scratched him again, grabbing his left nipple between his fingers, twisting violently, making Alexios hiss and swear, whilst he slapped the leather across his stomach in time with his thrusts.
Alexios felt as if his entire body was on fire (but in a good way, not a destroying war supplies gone wrong, way.) Lykinos ground against him, manoeuvring his hips so Alexios’s thick cock brushed against his prostate. He wanted to touch him so badly! Bucking his hips up to meet his lover’s speed, Alexios raised his legs off the bed, pressing one ankle against the back of Lykinos’s shoulders to bring him closed, the other snaking around his chest to pinch a nipple between his toes.
”Oh Alexios!” Lykinos purred. ”I had no idea you were so... flexible!” He turned his head, his soft blond hair tickling his calf.
”I... Had no idea... you were... so...,” Alexios gasped, pushing upwards again. Immediately, Likios’s nimble fingers reached between his legs, pressing against the base of Alexios’s cock.
”No!” He commanded, delivering an extra hard smack to his nipples. ”Make me come first, then you.” Alexios whimpered pathetically, but nodded, squeezing his toes around his nipple once more, bucking up into his lover’s prostate.
Lykinos rode him hard and before long Alexios could feel him clenching around his cock before hot liquid sprayed his chest. Alexios relaxed, expecting Lykinos to climb off him. Instead, he heard a loud slap and the leather strap hit the stone floor and Likios’s nimble fingers gripping his shoulders holding himself up. He continued to clench around the hard cock, grinding weakly, letting Alexios know he could carry on.
Alexios linked his ankles behind Lykinos’s shoulders, fucking his as hard as he could in his position. He screamed through his teeth as he came, his strong arms pulling at his bonds, almost cracking the wooden bed frame.
He blinked his brown eyes, the darkness surrounding him suddenly turning white, Lykinos’s beautiful face coming into view. He flexed his fingers, finding his arms were now lying limply by his side.
”How long was I out?” He asked his voice hoarse from the screaming.
”Only a minute or two,” Lykinos replied softly, holding a glass of wine to his lips. ”Drink.”
Alexios obeyed, swallowing the strong drink quickly, the cool liquid soothing his throat. They laid together for a few moments in silence, Lykinos’s head nested between his neck and shoulder, his soft, poets hands drawing patterns over his chest.
”How was that for you?” He asked softly. Alexios opened his mouth to reply but just gaped helplessly like a fish, unable to find the right word. ”I thought so,” Lykinos said chuckling. ”Now rest.” He pressed a kiss into Alexios’s cheek, petting his hair until he fell asleep.