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Today is the day. Azir woke up before sunrise; servants and priests rushed in, well-prepared to perform the first ritual. Azir soaked in herbal water; the priest lighted special candles and aromatherapy to wash away all the bad luck and omens. When he got out of the water, they put a spell to evaporate it and made everything dry immediately; they called it to send all the jinx back to hell. More servants kneeled before him, offering heavy golden trays. It was the coming to age of the heir to the Shurima throne, the day he became an adult. He will begin to live, think and act like a man. It also means that he will officially become the ruler of Shurima after tonight. He put on many layers of clothes. Blood-red clothes, oasis-like blue gems, and pounds of gold jewelry like desert sands lay on his statuesque figure. They do his hair and sharpen his eagle eyes with golden powder as a symbol of power and wisdom. Our young Emperor is ready for his big day.
"Beautiful", a slave spills it out by accident, then regrets it right away; they beg in tears for His Highness's mercy. The guards quickly retrieve them, but he waves his hand and gives them away. He doesn't want blood stains on his day.
"I hope he will think it too". They have been inseparable for years but now have to separate for a week. He already misses him on the second day, so he's very excited to see him.
On the other hand, Xerath was not very happy. He also got soaked in herbal water and did the same ritual as Azir. He got new clothes but only a few materials, but many small accessories: earrings, bracelets, a waist chain, anklets, and a mask. They decorate his body with some Carnelian. Carnelian is traditionally worn to enhance passion, love, and desire; Ancient Warriors also wore Carnelian around their neck for courage and physical power to conquer their enemies. It means wishing for victory and fertility.
The prince needs to shake off his innocent to become a man, and he will do it with his personal slave. It's required for his safety, and it has to be a male to prevent unwanted pregnancy, so he has to be his practice object for tonight so that when the Emperor gets married, he won't disappoint his queen. Xerath has to apply lotion every day this whole week to moisturize his skin, learn about things on the bed and learn how to deal with his partner in case his partner is bad at this and some tricks to get his partner up even when he doesn't 'swing this way'.
The priests keep saying things like this is not going to work; the slave is not feminine at all, it got no plum, short legs, flat ass, and stiff body. But dear lord doesn't have any other personal slave but this rat. They even dare to think about switching him with a better one. He feels insulted. These old hags will know pain someday. The first ray from the sun spread on his skin, glowing in the darkness; Xerath looked into the sky, can't wait to see him.
...
The ceremony will last for three days, but the main character only needs to attend on the first day. After purification and crown rituals, Azir speech in the name of the crown, promising to brighten the future. Then the new Emperor marched with the army, showing some strength by performing a fight with the chosen warrior. When the feast began, he had to eat and drink a lot to show how healthy he was; it was not logical, but it was a part of the culture. He did not get any rest that day. It was not just a celebration but a great challenge for him. Shurima is a conquest empire, they used to march nonstop for months in the harshest conditions, so the Emperor had to pass the test of agility and endurance. For the greatness of Shurima. Many people here don't like him, and this is a one-of-a-decay change for them to ruin his day, but Azir truly believes he will make it through because the gods have chosen him, so he fights this fight fully with confidence. Until the sun slowly dips behind the sand dunes, Azir finally earned the sun dish blessing and headed home with flawless victory. There is still one important challenge a wait, but to him, it's a reward.
Xerath got tied up in the bedroom this whole freaking day, he didn't have much food to eat, and they stopped feeding him four hours ago; It was to keep tribute pure; he had to be clean inside out. It's so boring; he doesn't have anything to read the only thing that entertains him is the sound outside, so he keeps imagining how struggling Azir was out there and laughs by himself.
Azir has taken a nice bath. He doesn't like to smell bad even though people say man sweat is sexy; it's a NO for him. Even when they have been together for a long time, tonight is very special; he has to ensure everything is perfect. Azir can't wait to tell his friend about his experience today; it's too bad that his beloved can't see how magnificent he is, but he can talk to him about it, and he knows his 'partner'. "Partner"? That word did not just jump out of sudden; now he had to get his confidence ready again.
After the end of slavery, I will ask him in the hand of marriage...maybe...why not? He will say yes...or not?" his conscious ran wild.
"I will impress him, so he thinks I'm the perfect mate." He puts on his outfit and Hawk helmet; he has to look good; he stands straight, chest up, and walks to the room. Imagines how his childhood friend would be. Will he be feminine or masculine? Is he pretty or...? He can't look so bad, right?
"This thing is so ugly. I'm crying right now." Some voices echo from the wall. "It's not going to work."
"But it has to work, I swear." Those voices are tiny, but the hall is dead silent, so it's pretty clear. It must be the priest's telepathy; this conversation is not good for Azir's mental statement. His lover is ugly?
He thought, What is important is love; I love him even when I never see his face... BUT WHAT IF I STOP LOVING HIM AFTER KNOWING HIS FACE?
"No. Love is love. Even if you are not good-looking," He takes a deep breath and gets it through, "I still love yo... We still can cut the light and continue."
With the spirit of a warrior, he entered the bedroom.
Inside the room, Xerath is sitting on the bed; his slender body hiding in thin chiffon fabric, the wind gently skims his fluffy head, golden time sunray pours on him as he's glowing. Azir's first time seeing him this must. His outfit is revealing; he can see his ankle, thigh, belly, and shoulder and his wavy hair. That is rather much because normally, he can only see his hand snuck out from his multi-layer long rope. He gazes at him, and he looks back.
Oh, he still has his mask on, Azir speaks to himself.
"You want me to take it off?" Xerath asked as he could see through him.
"Maybe, later"
Azir forgot to mask himself with confidence again. They're connected. The presence of Xerath filled him with comfort and calmed his fears, every time they were together, he can just be himself.
Xerath steps out from the bed and walks toward him. Azir was busy staring at Xerath's accessories, they jiggled with his every move, and it was eyes catching. He pulled him closer to the bed and invited him to sit. When Azir looked into the bed, he acknowledged his carelessness and stood straight, puffing his chest like a peacock.
Fuck, did he deny me? Xerath thought. I did not go through all this just to be an embarrassment.
Silly Azir did not know he had just pissed off his partner. He turned around and showed off his new armor and noticeable flexing muscle to him.
For the love of gods, Xerath finally got it, "Tell me more about your day, my lord".
Azir starts talking passionately about his exciting sweat and blood adventure; he even gives him his helmet so he can know how heavy it is. The Emperor deserves to be praised for this, and he did. First, Xerath praises him for being so tough and pats him. When Azir came back to his sense, all of his armor has been removed; only his loincloths remain... It is very normal for a servant to help his master prepare for bedtime but he is oddly shy today. He needs to repair this mentally, although they have feeling for each other but doing it with your best friend is still awkward. He told himself to be a man in this situation, he should take the lead.
After enjoying watching His Highness all frustrated, Xerath kindly gave him a ladder to climb: I'm your lover. I'm not your friend but the one you love.
Azir holds his partner's shoulder and focuses on him again. Xerath is skinny and shorter than him; he can understand that because a slave doesn't get to eat much, their food also lacks nutrition and can't be enough for a kid to grow. A small submissive slave is cute, but he wants him to be healthy rather than forced to be cute.
Lover? Just by yesterday he still has not dared to think that one day he can call him his lover, wondering why with all the power at hand he still can't be with the one he loved.
Azir wrapped him into his chest, "I will brighten your future".
Xerath slinked into his neck, "...and I will protect yours".
Night in the desert has nothing like daytime. The temperature drops fast as the moon rises. They lay in bed, the mood was right, but they did not know where to start. What could be better than a cold room, a cozy bed, and a lover in your arms? So they decide to enjoy this moment just a little more. They talk about their first meeting, adventure, incident, and memorial. How far did they go from being two lonely children? They found each other.
"I've found my light in the darkness; it's kept me warm and led me to the right path."
Azir gaze into Xerath's amber eyes and carefully lifts his mask, as expected Xerath's eyes are sensitive to light, so Azir gently shields him in his shadow patient waiting for the big reveal.
'Is it true that beauty never lay on the rosy cheek but in the eyes of the beholder?'
Finally, Azir can see his lover's face. His eyes are wide and shinier than ever sweet as melting honey, his lashes are long, and his thick eyebrows. Azir can imagine having these eyes smile and praise him; he feels like something new has just been discovered. "Xerath?"
Those thick eyebrows raised and reply, "Yes, my oasis."
The Emperor is so happy he wants to explode. God bless for his dark skin tone, or else his flushing can't be hidden. Xerath embraces Azir's burning face in his soft palms, the palms of someone who never touch a rock. Azir covers his hands with his own; the hand of someone who has been through hardcore training is rough. He caresses his hand and gently lays a kiss on his right palm. "It's nice to have you with me".
Xerath pulls his hand over and peak on his finger, slowly batting his dark lashes, looking at him with a smile and seductive eyes. "I will always be".
This moment, between the two. Kiss his lips, hold his head in those hands. Tousle that hair and look deep into those eyes he loves so much. Say, ‘I love you for exactly who you are, right now’.
That is the first shot, and the flirting fight begins. The young Emperor realized why taking off his mask was risky; now, there was a sex bomb on his bed. How can you restrain yourself when your appealing lover is on your bed, alluring you? After spending a whole day of continued gain and burning energy out there. His crotch is vivid, but he must approach him carefully; Azir does not want to traumatize his boyfriend. If he does, it might be fatal for their future marriage plan. Xerath has always understood Azir's thoughts, but when it's come to love, both are dorks. So while Azir is suffering from the beast between his legs, innocent Xerath is over here trying his best to get laid. He moves his fingers to his neck, then his chest, and keeps going down while he bends close to him. Azir's gape got hypnotized by his eyes, and he was getting closer. He couldn't turn away and didn't know what to do. Xerath's breath touches his face, it's tingling, and his nerve is tense.
They were about to kiss, but he got pushed away again. "If you don't want me, we can change...".
Azir didn't say a word. Xerath feels aching in his chest; he guesses his master does not feel the same.
He grabs his mask and leaves the bed.
Azir quickly got up and grab on his hand. "I was just stressed out."
He brings him back to their bed. "It's still soon, and I want to spend more time with you."
They both know that there will be a wall between them after tonight, an invisible wall but a visible distance; nothing will be the same. An Emperor will never be with a slave, and a slave doesn't even have the right to gaze at The Sun. Azir has a different plan but can't tell Xerath yet, he has to wait until then. Azir kissed his mask and squeezed him in his arms, putting their heart close together so he can know his heart is crazy for him, grieving for their hopeless love.
"It will pass", said Xerath from his mask.
Azir removes his mask and caresses his face, "Maybe, but it's not today nor tomorrow."
Xerath looks up at his lover's eyes, his bright blue eyes. "I have been in love with your eyes from the first sign". He wanted to kiss those eyes, but he got rejected twice, so he stared. Without that mask, his emotion is more colorful and his burning desire shines clear through his eyes.
Azir decided to make a move; he kissed his face, cheek, and nose one by one, and then he met his eyes, and they both jumped. Idiotic, but love kills all logical cells and makes everything ridiculously beautiful. Xerath pressed his lips to him, gently gliding over it; Azir accepted this invitation and kissed him back. They have longed for this. Kisses.
Xerath licked inside his mouth and counted his perfect row of teeth with his tongue; he bit his rich lip and smirked. With crooked teeth that look like fangs, he is a playful devil, the devil. Their melt-in lust together. They crave it deeper and deeper; their tongues meet and won't let go even when they had out of breath. They gasp for air while learning how to do it right. Two bodies rub together, their hands trying to touch every inch of the other skin. Azir's lips have great suction; Xerath just lost in it and let out a small moan from his throat.
They are both in their youth, healthy and energetic; moaning is something very arousing. Azir keeps tasting his darling mouth, fine as wine. Xerath realizes something hard is chafing his thigh. Did I forget a piece of his armor? He thought, so he reached out and grabbed it. Azir's groan sounds painful. Xerath was worried for his partner, so he took off his loincloth to see what it was. Oh, it's..., but it is seriously swollen. He has tolerated this all the time
"Why don't you tell me?". Xerath scolds him for his stupid act. "Didn't you know how dangerous it is? You can just do it.
"I don't want to hurt you and our moment." Azir forced a smile.
Xerath gave him a smooch and went down. He wants to make fun of him, but his fatherhood is endangering, so he must first save it. It's all purple; stoking might hurt him so that it will go this way. Azir sits back, watching Xerath observe his manly part, and then an electric feeling strikes his head. Then, after coming to a conclusion based on what he had learned, Xerath bent down and touched his tongue to it.
Hmm, interesting. He saw Azir's reaction to his action and found something amusing. He licks it, and Azir's muscle shudders visibly. He keeps his eyes on him while taking him into his mouth with his tongue. Being wrapped in something so wet and warm made Azir explode like a zap running from his toes to his top, the shock numbing his brain. After a few sucks, Azir slightly curl up, hold Xerath's head, and push his hip deeper then let it out in his partner's mouth; poor Xerath did not repair this, he got choked on it.
Azir sits up and pats his back, his mind going blank for a moment but after acknowledging what just happened Azir falls deep into embarrassment, not just of the fact that he has done things to his childhood friend but more than that, he came too soon!!!
"Here is your virginity" Xerath raises his head and shows Azir his first shot, it's so close Azir can sense a strong bleachy smell. "We are done here." He gulped wine to try to erase the scent of it, he knew Azir is the clean freak he might be grossed out by the reek of his own thing. Xerath wipes himself and pretends to leave the scene.
"Really?? It's done?" Azir was confused, but it was true that they were done after the prince lost his virginity but he must regain his dignity as a man.
Xerath rapidly turned over and sat on him, "Just kidding." He pats his majesty's chest and jokingly said, "We still have a long~ night to spend."
His 'ego' is still too big to fit inside; they need to go for another round. Xerath turns his back to Azir and shakes his waist chain. "Come to."
Azir burst out and laughed; it was hot but at the same time funny.
He views his back, faintly touching it. "What should I do now?"
"Anything you want will be fine." He reaches out for olive oil and slowly lifts his delicate bottom coth. "How about we learn why I have to stay clean inside out, shall we?".
Xerath's fingers start to massage his peach; he slowly kneels to serve his below while raising his hip so his master can enjoy the show.
"So, you have to prepare your partner before getting into it, if you rush in both can get serious injuries..." Xerath carefully educates Azir, which is his job for tonight.
Xerath poured oil in, his finger slid inside. It feels weird, Xerath wonders if he doing it wrong but the trainer said it's supposed to be an indescribable pleasure.
He takes and his tongue rounds Azir's cum hole like it wanted to go inside something too. Azir grips his bed sheet, still trying to cool his head, but this is too much. Xerath slides another finger in, and he moans, the vibration in his throat stimulating the Emperor's glans. His sweat wet a pillow, he doesn't like sweat or dirty things, but his focus is not over there. When Xerath stuck his third finger in, he asked if Azir could help him pour more olive oil in; Azir didn't say a word; he got him more oils but unexpectedly grabbed his hip and pulled over. He licks the olive oil and bites his soft thigh; he decided tonight' appetizer going to be peach. Xerath said it was clean, but even if it doesn't, he doesn't care anymore.
Azir's different from his fingers; he got carried out. When Emperor realized his partner had stopped working, he spanned his butt, and his inside reacted. They both cum hard, their cum spilled everywhere, the room quickly tainted by a bitter odor. Xerath wipes his man, then lies down and rests. Azir handed him a cup of wine, and they happily shared it. It's nice. Azir presses his weight on him, and they have a deep kiss, a kiss reeks of alcohol and sweat. Azir's hand slipped into Xerath's top, caressing him; he smiled, and one second later, his top got torn into pieces. Azir started to devour him harder; he sniffed his neck and understood why people said sweat is a kind of aphrodisiac. He wants to be inside; he wants the warm and wet feeling. He wants the connection, a connection, to him. Xerath's body gets hot; because his stomach is empty it’s open, the alcohol goes straight in, absorbs quicker and he gets drunk with half of a cut of wine.
"Come to me, my lover." Xerath opens his arm, welcoming him to be 'home'.
"My husband." Azir responded to him, making their kiss deeper." I love you".
Azir holds his legs up, and Xerath raises his hip for him. "I love you. Azir."
Azir pours some more oils and carefully enters. Xerath widened his eyes and gasped for air, shocked by the size. The feelings were better than he could imagine, but Azir didn't move immediately; he stopped midway to comfort him. After Xerath relaxed, he started to move slowly. His submissive bottom covers his face, all shy and cute while dressing like a slut.
Most of his accessories are still on; it jingles when they move; even his bottom cloth is still on, like a veil; they lift it up and do the work. Azir roams in deeper, not forgetting to kiss his groom. Xerath bit his lips not to let himself make so much noise. Even his master's request can't change his mind. Azir holds him up; their connection remains tightly. He pours some wine for him; Xerath drinks up and draws a sweet smile. Xerath moved his hip while they kissed, and when Azir touched something, he melted and moaned; Azir discovered the secret, there was a thing inside. He hit it again and again, Xerath no longer able to hold his voice, they slowly sink into pleasure. The alcohol gives them boldness, they forgot all about the manner and rules.
"It feels so good. You are so good." Xerath praised his partner, knowing how much Azir like to get praise.
Azir turns him around, locking his head and brutally pounding. In this position, he can easily hit his sweet spot; Xerath can't help but moan loudly and scratch Azir's strong arm. His cock hits powerful and fast, he wants to push him out but can't, it's so rough his mind gets blank. The room is filled with erotic sounds. Xerath cries for help, calls out his name, and begs for mercy, but his hole keeps asking for more, it wrapped Azir's inside tightly, and the flesh wall is shaped into his shape leaving no gap between them, they were meant to be. Azir has turned into a beast; he bit Xerath's shoulder and back and wishes he could eat him alive and keep him in his stomach forever.
"I love you." Azir's voice went deep and shaking; it's rather scary than sexy."I love you. I love you. Let's make babies. Please give birth to my child."
"Yes~..ah..ma..make..un, da..ling~..ah..n...". Xerath's voice cracks on moaning.
"Please... for our child!", Azir losing his mind to instinct.
" Yea...gim..an..ah...babi..ies". Xerath also lost it, but deep inside, he does want a family. A family, with him.
"Please take care of my seeds".
Azir strains his muscles and slams his cock deep, and fills him up. He bit his mate nape and pinned him down to the bed. Hot liquid gushed inside, Xerath's legs twitched, and his body trembled again with shock but his hips lifted unconsciously, his greedy hole biting him tight keeps asking for more. Azir put his weight on Xerath, and they breathed heavily; the pipe still hadn't stopped pumping. It's going to be a lot of good seeds. It takes a while for him to leave his body. The impact flush through their brain it makes them sober up a bit.
"I'm sorry", Xerath slightly turn over, touching their faces together.
"Ha, for what?" Azir slowly regains his sanity.
"Your seeds can not grow on this land"—a bitter truth. "We can not have a family... together".
Young Emperor looks at his friend-mate-lover-partner, "We are already a family".
He lay down behind him, kiss on his hair, and rubbed his belly. "My seeds are in a safe land."
Xerath leaned back, thinking, then turned around to rub his lover's boobs. "Then you will have to breastfeed them since I'm flat."
"Mmh. Shurima's Emperor does not fear to breastfeed." Azir places his chin on Xerath's head, his hair is soft, and his size fits
Xerath chuckles. "Let me test it first."
And so, Xerath attacks Azir 's tits. He lands a kiss on his chest, then starts to suck and lick it. With his sweat and his herbal cologne, Azir tastes like well-seasoned beef. Azir's muscles strained, he turn his head away, he breathed heavily and his eyes are trying to hide but he try not to seem submissive. Xerath reaches out his claws to squeeze them, it's plump and fat, he can't help but take a bite feels nice like a treat for his starving. Azit got an admirable body that Xerath wishes to be but no matter how much he trained himself he is yet unable to archive it.
Xerath start to notice his partner is stressed out, he giggles and holds Azir's face, kisses his nose, licks his lips, and kisses down to his chin, then his neck. He slides those kisses through his abs, tenders stroking his thigh.
Azir's just cum a big load, but he can't resist this scene and gets up again. I never should let him drink again, he thought, what if he likes this with somebody else? His naughty little friend should be punished for this. He spanked his spouse's ass, Xerath shudders and some thick white cream got leak out. Xerath's backbone turned into liquid, he was like a cat lying on Azir's chest, purring while the fluid slowly dripped out. "A, you ruined it; I have tried hard to keep them in".
Azir gives him a sly smile, "Let me make it out for you".
Youth is something magical and cursed. They fully undress and curl up again. Azir let Xerath sit on him, watching him slowly swallow his burning weapon. Inside now already damp and sticky, his body got flourished by lust, and his look no longer contain naive. Just by looks Azir knows this is his masterpiece, a fruit ripe to be harvested. They kissed, and he rode on him; it made some weird sound when their flesh clapped together. It's going smoothly and the pleasure comes sooner than the last time, they got burned in passion
Xerath face brightens up; he stops bouncing and crawling on Azir's chest. His fingers tip walking on Azir's skin as he pulls himself closer to the man's face. He mesmerizing to watch his expression.
He takes it in slower, deeper, stronger, he smiles with a cock skewered inside. His waist chain is doing a good job. As he moves, Azir can see a bulge. It's so pleasing, they moan the other's name. Finally, Azir has enough; he holds his waist and quickly rams him from under. The motion was too fast Xerath was ready to cum right away, but Azir held his partner's penis tight in his hand; he was stuck. Xerath's eyes go wide in shock but he can't say anything all the language has left his sinned body.
The Emperor kept playing until he was satisfied, so he let go of him so they could cum together. The suction and tightening were so addictive. He wants another round, but his mate is already exhausted. They wipe out a bit and call for new pillows and blankets. Xerath told him he should go clean up under there, women can keep it in but... he is a man after all.
They lay down together, had some small talk then slowly fell to sleep. It's raining outside; rain is a blessing on this sun and wind land, a good sign to begin a new era. But it's for another story.
Now, there is just a cold room, a cozy bed, and their lover's arms. A soft hazy voice said:
"Maybe heaven is just this moment with you".