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"If you'll excuse me..."
Bowser pushed his chair back in and it slammed into place as he rose from the table. Peach, the Toad General, Mario, Kamek, and both sets of guests turned to watch as he left the room in a bitter state.
He was sick of it. The niceties, the pretense, and the insincerity of the whole thing were getting to him. It was a horrible, artificial gathering of both his Kingdom and the Mushroom Kingdom to improve relations. He didn't know if he'd be able to survive another couple hours of that.
Fortunately, they had accepted the invitation to hold these proceedings at Bowser's Castle, as a sign of good faith. They had also accepted his request for permission to leave occasionally throughout the evening for some time away from the crowd. The guests only now, after he had left for the first time, came to the conclusion that he had asked for some time alone to keep himself from losing his temper. This was true. For the most part.
It wasn't as if he served any purpose at the gathering. His presence was purely for show. His job was to keep himself from scowling too much and sit, or stand, there in silence as Kamek did the actual work for public relations. If he had any real duties, he would not have accepted Luigi's proposal for how to spend his breaks.
Some stress left as he walked. It was good to get out, but better to know where he was going: downstairs and behind two locked doors that he, and only he, had the keys to.
The first room was a fairly standard room, essentially additional quarters meant for housing overnight visitors that they never had. The room was massive and held a very comfortable bed, dressers, a wardrobe, and even a desk, all of which, to Bowser's knowledge, had never been used. The second room was an offshoot of the previous room, slightly smaller than the last and had been completely emptied of its contents in advance.
Inside the second room, right where he left him, was Luigi. He wasn't in much of a position to move from the wrought iron frame he had picked out himself. Streams of force held him in place, suspended from the borders. Shimmering light wrapped around his wrists and held them above his head, lifted his thighs to his torso and kept them spread, keeping his legs wide open for whoever walked in to see. His body was strangely illuminated by these ribbons of light in the dim room, abnormal beams of blue and orange danced across his bare skin.
Well within reach for Luigi, unattached to him or the frame, a stream hovered in the air above his hands. He could reach up, grab it and pull, and the whole system would break, dropping him onto the floor or into Bowser's hands. A safeguard.
As he heard the door open, shut, and lock Bowser saw him stir. He opened his eyes and lifted a heavy head to look at him.
"How's it…" Luigi breathed before he lost his ability to talk, his mouth falling open.
Bowser paused and stared. He found it strange that he was still trying to be polite, as usual, even in his current state. Or maybe he was truly curious seeing as the relationship between the Kingdoms would affect them both greatly.
Just to make sure, Bowser ordered, "Move your hands for me."
Luigi straightened out his wrists and wiggled his fingers weakly before letting them fall back down to hang from the bonds.
"Perfect," Bowser whispered. "And you'll pull that if you aren't feeling well?"
Luigi nodded.
"Good."
Bowser crossed the room to him, and, as he approached, he could feel the energy of the bonds. As the one who created them, he felt an attachment through them made stronger through proximity, feeling a semblance of what they felt, almost able to feel Luigi's body and the tautness of the streams around him. He smiled, hastily sliding his finger between the slit his cock emerges from. This was meant to be quick.
His other hand went to the only moving current of magic, the one that he took the most care in making and was the hardest to set up that afternoon as he fastened Luigi in place. It had pulsed perpetually inside Luigi's ass for the last hour, keeping him open, his mind blank. Luigi was no longer reacting to its movements.
Bowser's finger brushed it and then pushed. He caused it to throb sharply. Luigi's body tensed, his mouth opened noiselessly, and Bowser noticed a slight quiver in his cock.
Bowser smiled at the tremble in his breathing. He pressed and uncast the stream. Luigi cried out quietly, completely empty in an instant. Bowser eyed Luigi's hands. They were both hanging limply from the binding, not even reaching up to the stream above him.
Luigi whispered, "Please."
Luigi had told him that they wouldn't need the safeguard, that he would be able to handle anything Bowser did to him. In fact, he had wanted it to be worse. Luigi had wanted to be gagged, blindfolded. He had wanted a collar tight around his neck. He had wanted ropes or chains. Bowser had to talk him out of some more dangerous ideas and Luigi agreed to the streams of magic instead.
Bowser's cock was out and ready now, his hand working it up quickly. "You should have heard them in there," he whispered.
He hooked a finger under one of the ribbons across Luigi's chest and pulled him closer, causing the bonds to pull tight across his wrists and legs.
"The way they talked about you. Like you were some brilliant negotiator that could tame my desires. Look at you."
He grabbed Luigi's face and squeezed lightly. Luigi's eyes barely opened to see Bowser inches from his face, eyes narrowed condescendingly, leering.
"You're dying to give me what I want. You want to give it to me more than I want to take it from you. Isn't that right?"
He felt Luigi's tiny nod in his fingers more than he saw it. He smiled and let go of his face, instead grabbing his hip. Without warning, he firmly shoved his cock into his gaping hole. Luigi gasped and his head fell forward.
Bowser felt an energy course through his body, mirroring the bonds that tensed around Luigi's hips. With Luigi fully under his control and still desperate for him, he felt more powerful than he had in years. Luigi's mouth moved to form a few words, but no sound came out.
"They'd be shocked to see you now," Bowser continued, pushing his first thrust into him.
Luigi went fully limp, not reaching up for the stream, and whimpered wordlessly. Bowser kept himself from saying something nice. That wasn't the point. He wanted to tell Luigi that he looked perfect, so perfect, that he felt good, so good, and that he'd be lost without him, a worse person without him. But that wasn't the point. Luigi wanted him to be hard, aggressive, take out his anger on him and let loose.
"They'd be more shocked to know this was your idea. That you fuckin' love this, being treated like a toy for my pleasure."
He held tight on Luigi's thighs and pulled him close each time he pushed into him. Luigi was wide open from the hour of pulsing inside him, wide open for Bowser to fuck into him. He had no issue shoving fully inside, his hips slamming against his ass with every movement, shaking a cry from Luigi every time.
"This is all your fault too," Bowser growled, grabbing his face again. "It's your own fault you're being fucked this this. You're the only reason I care about this and the only reason they're here pissing me off."
Luigi wasn't reacting to his words. He didn't even react to Bowser's hand on his jaw, squeezing firmly as he growled in his ear. His only reaction was to Bowser's cock moving inside him, moaning almost silently.
"Apologize," Bowser ordered.
Luigi's weakened voice was hardly heard, wavering with every push into him. "I'm sorry."
"Hm?" Bowser hummed in response.
"I'm sorry," Luigi barely managed, breathless and sounding as if he were on the verge of tears.
Bowser smiled to himself. He knew Luigi was enjoying it; Luigi wasn't moving his hands any nearer to the safeguard and was whimpering in the way he always did when he was enjoying Bowser's rough treatment.
"Please," Luigi whispered.
But Bowser didn't respond, only fucking into him even rougher than before. His hard, scaled hand ran up Luigi's chest to his neck and settled his fingers around it, threatening to press down at any second.
"I—" Luigi began, rubbing his cheek against Bowser's hand.
Luigi ran his panting mouth along his finger, seemingly distracted from what he had been saying. Bowser lifted his chin with his thumb, still awaiting the end of his sentence. When he didn't continue, Bowser came to a stop inside him after one of the harder thrusts, forcing a sharp whine from Luigi.
"You wanna cum?" Bowser asked.
Luigi nodded, breath shaking.
"Ask properly," Bowser snarled, pressing lightly around his neck. "Say it."
"Please let m—" Luigi was able to whisper before Bowser interrupted.
"Louder!"
"I…"
Luigi couldn't continue and shook his head.
Bowser growled and shifted his grasp from his hips to his waist, digging his claws in just enough to hurt, and continued fucking into him. In response to the pain, he let out a louder moan, and Bowser felt Luigi's entire body tense, his hole squeezing tighter around his cock. Mercilessly, with no regard to Luigi's pleasure, he began to use him. He was close, and he had been away from the meeting long enough.
Bowser finally let himself look over Luigi, taking him in properly. He looked down at his heaving chest, his hard, untouched cock bouncing between them, his begging eyes, watering with tears streaming down his face. Over the roaring in his ears and his own grunts, he was barely able to hear Luigi as he whimpered, quietly begging for more of him. He had never wanted to fill him up so badly.
"You're fucking pathetic," Bowser growled, grabbing Luigi by his jaw and forcing a kiss against his mouth.
Pushing against the stream across his chest, Luigi leant into the kiss as much as he could. His mouth chased after Bowser's as he pulled away from him, both panting for air. Bowser's heaving breaths became growls through bared teeth just as his thrusts became more deliberate, pushing his throbbing cock as deep and hard as he could into Luigi.
He slammed his hips against Luigi's ass and held him there, breath shaking as he came. Luigi cried out in response to the cum filling him and squeezing out from inside him, and Bowser felt him tense. Bowser pushed a final thrust into him as he came down from the height of it and opened his eyes to see Luigi, mouth open in a silent moan, eyes squeezed shut, still shedding tears, still very near climax.
After he had caught his breath and his heart rate began returning to normal, Bowser grinned and started easing out of him. Luigi's eyes shot open.
"No," Luigi said, louder than he had been since Bowser walked in. "Please."
Bowser pulled out without saying a word and stepped away to grab one of the towels they had set out that afternoon. After he soaked it in the bowl of water, he cleaned himself off, putting his cock back away in the process. He turned back to Luigi who had been watching him closely.
"I'm so close," Luigi begged, voice shaking.
"I know," Bowser replied, closing in on him.
Luigi stared up at him through the tears, looking much more alive now that he was in a state of panic, afraid that Bowser wouldn't let him cum. Bowser, instead of touching him, reached out to the ribbons suspending him and rearranged them to spin him around, causing Luigi to gasp at the sudden movement. He retightened all of them and shortened one to lift his ass higher in the air, shifting Luigi so all he could see was the ground. To make sure he could reach it, he also nudged the safeguard down to let it float just above where his hands were.
Being careful to avoid touching his cock, Bowser cleaned off Luigi's ass with the wet cloth. He saw Luigi's hole tighten and loosen with every movement. He traced the tip of a claw around it, and Luigi shuddered.
"Please, just touch me," Luigi whimpered.
"You haven't earned it yet," Bowser said plainly.
"What did I do wrong?"
Bowser didn't answer. He spread Luigi's ass further open to begin recasting a stream. Once he had it ready, he took the lube and poured it generously over Luigi's hole, causing him to gasp when the cool liquid hit his now sensitive skin. Then he pushed the stream slowly into him once more, starting its movement at a far too slow place.
"I want to hear you beg," Bowser said.
"Please," Luigi repeated, voice losing strength.
"The second I walk in—" he increased the stream's speed slightly—"I'm going to destroy your ass and I want to hear you."
"Mm-hmm," Luigi hummed.
"I want to hear you say actual words."
"Okay…"
"I want you to be loud," he instructed.
Luigi nodded.
"I want to hear you scream when you're being fucked."
"Yes, sir," he whispered.
"What was that?" Bowser asked.
"Yes, sir," Luigi repeated, louder.
Bowser chuckled. Luigi had never called him that before, and he almost liked it.
"I'll be back later," Bowser said, "and I will hear your voice."
He increased the speed of the moving stream the smallest bit more, and Luigi responded with a high pitched moan. Then, he left Luigi alone in the dark again.
Luigi's face contorted, and he sighed in frustration. His cock ached, needing attention, needing to be touched, just as it had been for over an hour now but made worse by Bowser bringing him just to the edge before stopping.
Without Bowser there to distract him, he once again felt how tired his arms were from being held above his head, how much his legs itched to move, how sore his entire body felt. In particular, his right leg felt extremely sore, but he didn't know why. It was probably just because it was in an uncomfortable position for too long. However, his thoughts were quickly becoming simple once again. The pulsing from the magic force inside of him made his brain slow, clear, weak, but he still felt his heart pounding in his chest.
He thought of Bowser fucking him just as he had been doing a minute ago. The movement inside him now was a terrible substitute for the real thing. He needed Bowser to come back soon.
He hung limply and focused on breathing. He had found that time passed faster if he thought thoughts of Bowser, and yet seconds felt like hours as he waited, still, suspended, desperate. Bowser would be back soon and he would fuck him properly. He would let him cum if he's loud. All he needed to do was scream. He needed Bowser to come back soon.
In a failed attempt to get himself off, he tried to shift how the force pulsed inside him by arching his back, by moving his hips. However, it continued to torment him, and, in one of his more lucid moments, he wondered if Bowser had enough control over its movements so it was just not enough to make him cum. He stared dejectedly down at the floor thinking about how much he needed Bowser to come back soon.
He thought of Bowser fucking him just as he had been doing ten minutes ago. The movement inside him now was a terrible substitute for the real thing. He needed Bowser to come back soon.
His thoughts were stuck on a loop. His mind was filled with only thoughts of Bowser, then filled with desperation, longing for his return. In his anguish, he lost track of time, only knowing it would feel like an eternity no matter how long he had to wait.
An eternity of waiting, of being slowly, tantalizingly fucked by Bowser's magic later, he finally heard the lock for the outer room click. It was certainly less than an hour after the last visit, but it felt like weeks.
"Please," he already began begging. "I need you."
Bowser didn't come in. He begged louder, almost yelling, asking for him to come in and fuck him. After what felt like a minute of Bowser waiting in the other room, he heard the doorknob to this room turn. He couldn't look behind him to see Bowser walk in and slam the door behind him, locking it hurriedly.
Without a word, Bowser stormed up behind him and instantly uncast the magic inside him.
Luigi cried out loudly in response to no longer having anything inside him, and then he cried out again as Bowser shoved his cock into him with an angry growl.
"Fuck," Luigi moaned, being as loud as he could in his weakened state.
The pace at which Bowser fucked into him was almost too much for him. He was pushed up against the bonds and they began pressing against his skin, digging into his muscles.
Bowser lifted his ass higher to get a better angle and just brushed his prostate with every thrust. He went limp in an instant, now being completely unable to resist any movement Bowser made. His cock ached with every move back and forth. His face was burning, and he felt his heartbeat throb throughout his entire body.
He felt Bowser's hand at the back of his head and felt his fingers fist into his hair, pulling his head back. Then, two of Bowser's fingers wrapped around to the front of his throat and pressed down. He was already about to cum. He gasped, keened, and Bowser shifted his grasp on Luigi's torso, pulling him back to his hips and holding him there.
"Keep going," Luigi whined. "Keep going. I'm gonna—"
Bowser began moving again, and Luigi cried out as he realized Bowser was pulling out.
"Wait," Luigi cried out. "Please!"
Luigi tried to look behind him, looking down between his own legs to see Bowser's bottom half. He could see Bowser's hand working himself up, getting himself harder before he fucked into him again.
"I'm so close," he sobbed, tears beginning to pour down his cheeks once more. "What're you doing? Please, just fuck me."
Bowser didn't respond and didn't stop the movement of his hand. Luigi hung in the air, in complete distress, needing Bowser to touch him. He could feel himself moving further and further away from an orgasm just as he could see Bowser getting closer. He watched Bowser as his hand touched his own cock, and he moaned in frustration.
"I swear to fucking god, Bowser," he begged frantically. "I just need you to fuck me. I need you so fucking badly."
Bowser shoved back inside him, pushing a moan out of Luigi's lungs. His pace was just as brutal as the last time and Luigi could hardly breathe. He arched his back as Bowser ran his hand down his spine, stopping once he reached his ass and squeezing.
"Please," Luigi moaned. "Faster."
He didn't know if Bowser could go any faster, but he needed Bowser to let him cum. Bowser was somehow able to fuck into him even harder and even faster, sending waves of heat through his body and making him loud.
Bowser wanted him to be loud; he had said he wanted him to scream. So he did. His cries became louder and louder until they were nothing but screams of pleasure and pain with every thrust.
Seemingly as soon as it started, it was over. Before Luigi was able to, Bowser was already cumming inside him again and pulling out. He felt it drip out and down his legs, being the only thing left still touching him as Bowser went to clean himself off.
"I'm sorry," Luigi said. "Please."
"You don't have anything to apologize for," Bowser said; it was the first thing he said since he had walked in.
He heard Bowser walk up behind him and felt a pathetic, desperate rush of pleasure as Bowser cleaned him off.
"Then please," Luigi begged, tears streaming, "can I—"
"No," Bowser interrupted coolly. "Not until my meeting's over."
"How much longer?"
"About an hour."
Luigi's silent tears persisted. "I can't wait that long."
"You can. And you will."
"Fuck," Luigi whined. "Please."
But Bowser didn't respond. He didn't answer any of his pleas as he readjusted Luigi's position so he was upright, facing the door as he had been before. He remained silent while Luigi whimpered as he began fucking him slowly with the magic force again. He closed the door behind him and heard Luigi call after him weakly without reacting to it.
He knew that this was what Luigi wanted. It's what Luigi had been asking him to do for weeks beforehand. He locked the doors behind him and chuckled. Luigi was perfect for him in every way, and he didn't know if Luigi knew how much he loved him. How he'd do anything to him to make him happy. It was a ridiculous thought to have as he left him crying alone in a locked room, he knew.
He went back upstairs to the gathering and reentered the room surreptitiously. He had been gone for just about five minutes; he had cum as quickly as possible, exactly as he had planned. Few people seemed to notice his absences, and those that did didn't seem to care. They probably assumed that he had just gone off to the bathroom or to take a short walk to calm himself down.
He moved to the refreshments table, grabbed a small drink, and then retreated to a corner to observe without participating.
He eyed particular groups of guests, ones that seemed livelier than the others and watched as some got into arguments and debates, some laughed uproariously at whatever jokes were being exchanged, some seemed a little embarrassed or stressed due to the topic of conversation.
He sipped his drink and was startled as he realized Kamek had appeared next to him sometime in the last few minutes.
"How's it going?" he asked Kamek.
"Fine," he replied. "How are you?"
"You know I don't like having them here," Bowser muttered.
"They don't like it any more than you do, but we're allied Kingdoms now. We must act like it."
"I am acting," Bowser argued. "I'm acting pretty fucking well if you ask me."
"You're frowning a lot actually. You just don't think you are."
Bowser scoffed through a snarl and threw back the rest of his drink. He was about to go and grab another one before he saw Mario, of all people, approaching the corner he stood in.
Curious enough to stay and see what he wanted, Bowser watched him approach and with a half smile. Mario seemed to notice this smile and falter because of it, yet he approached.
He turned to stand beside Bowser and watched the crowd with him. They stood in silence for a minute or two, Kamek standing by to ensure Bowser didn't cause any problems.
Bowser finally spoke, feigning cordiality. "How are you?"
"Have you seen my brother?" Mario asked. "I thought he would be here, but I haven't seen him."
"No…" Bowser said, keeping himself from grinning. "He wasn't invited."
"What?" Mario asked, surprised. "Why not?"
"I wasn't allowed to invite him."
"Who told you you couldn't? The princess would have loved for him to be here."
Bowser gestured with his thumb to Kamek.
Confusion mixed with annoyance crossed Mario's face. "What's wrong with Luigi?" he demanded of Kamek. "Why isn't he allowed to be here?"
Kamek frowned up at Bowser. He had explained this to him multiple times already and yet Bowser still thought it was stupid.
Kamek explained it to Mario the same way he did to Bowser. "The King needs to go out and create connections with the people of the Mushroom Kingdom, our new allies. However, if His Majesty's companion is present, he will do nothing but speak with him for the whole of the event, ignoring the guests, defeating the purpose of the evening."
Mario seemed to react to every word of his explanation with increasing aversion. "That's a shit reason."
"That's what I said," Bowser agreed.
"He didn't talk to anybody even when Luigi wasn't here," Mario told Kamek exasperatedly.
"I told him I wouldn't," Bowser added.
"He just stood in the corner or sat silently at tables as people talked around him."
That was true. Bowser hadn't spoken to anyone. He didn't trust himself to. He knew how easy it was to mess up formal conversations with people he hadn't met and decided it would be better not to risk it given what was at stake.
"Even if he did talk to people," Mario continued, "having Luigi here to stand next to him and join in the conversation with him would probably make it easier. He already knows some of these people."
Bowser chuckled but didn't say anything. He hadn't expected Mario to come to his defense on this one. In all fairness, he was really coming to Luigi's defense, but this defense extended to Bowser.
Bowser stepped away as Kamek went over his reasoning for not allowing Bowser to invite Luigi, and he went over to grab another drink.
However, as he was filling up a glass, he felt a breaking, like burning fire, throughout his being and knew immediately that Luigi had broken the safeguard. Panic grew within him as he wondered what had happened. Of course, he immediately thought the worst. He set down the cup and walked swiftly, yet calmly back to Kamek who was still talking to Mario.
He grabbed him by the shoulder and bent down to whisper to him. "I need you to wrap this whole thing up."
"But, Your Majesty—"
"It's only half an hour until it's supposed to be over. Wrap it up, okay?"
"Okay… Yes. I can do that."
"Everyone here is probably ready to go home anyway," Bowser reasoned. "I need to go."
Bowser hurried back out, and, as he walked out the door, he heard Kamek's voice projected over the volume of the crowd.
"Thank you all for a wonderful evening," he began. "Before we all get to go home, I just have a few—"
The door shut, and he rushed back downstairs, fumbling with the key in his rush to open the door. Once it was open, he pushed it open to reveal Luigi sitting on the bed, staring at the floor, still not wearing anything. He sat up a little straighter when Bowser walked in, but he didn't look at him. Bowser sat down next to him.
"Hey," he said as softly as he knew how.
Luigi didn't reply.
"You okay?"
Luigi nodded.
"What's wrong?"
"My leg started hurting. Really bad. You told me to pull it if it was an emergency, which I guess it wasn't…"
"It was," Bowser said as he trailed off. "That's exactly what I meant. That's what I would have wanted you to do."
"I'm sorry," Luigi said quietly.
"No," Bowser replied as he leaned down to Luigi's level. "No, no, no, no."
He brought his mouth to Luigi's and kissed him gently. Luigi didn't kiss back.
"I'm sorry," he repeated. "I think it was just a bad cramp. It's gone now."
"Don't be," Bowser said, kissing his cheek. "Don't be sorry. You did the right thing."
"It feels silly," Luigi insisted. "I could have dealt with it."
"I'm glad you didn't."
"But your evening—"
"I'm glad it's over," Bowser whispered, smiling. "I even told Kamek to end it early."
Luigi nodded. "I'm sorry."
"Stop saying that," he said firmly. "I don't care about that. I only care about how you are… How are you?"
"Its okay now. It doesn't hurt anymore."
"Good. That's all I need to know."
"But I still really want you to fuck me."
Bowser felt his stomach drop as his cock hardened within him. "You sure you're okay?"
Luigi shook his head. "I'm not okay. I need you to fuck me right now. Like, I really need you to. I've needed you for hours."
Bowser chuckled.
"And then I'll be okay."
"All right," Bowser replied in a low voice. "Get on your back."
Luigi smiled up at him and crawled backwards on the bed.
"One second," Bowser said as he stood.
He walked back to the door and locked it then turned back to the bed where Luigi was waiting. He smiled softly at Bowser then spread his legs.
Bowser suppressed a smirk and closed in on him, crawling up onto the bed and looming over him. He grinned down at him as he ran his finger between his own legs, getting his cock out and ready.
"Stop trying to look so hot and just fuck me," Luigi said impatiently. "I've needed to cum for fucking hours."
Bowser smiled and shook his head incredulously. He hadn't necessarily been trying to look hot but appreciated that Luigi thought he was. He worked up his cock for another few seconds before pushing into Luigi, who was still quite loose from earlier.
"Oh my god," he groaned. "I need you so bad."
"Good thing I'm right here," Bowser chuckled.
"Shut up," Luigi huffed, pulling Bowser into a kiss by the jaw.
Bowser inhaled deeply and kissed him hard, pushing his head back into the pillow, and he began fucking into him slowly. He kissed along Luigi's mouth and down to his jaw.
The second his mouth was free, Luigi said, "Sorry for saying 'Shut up.'"
Bowser laughed quietly against Luigi's neck and sat back up, grabbing onto Luigi's thighs to pull him closer on the mattress. He reached up to grab Bowser's face, but his hands were intercepted, and Bowser pinned his wrists against the mattress above his head. Luigi gasped silently as he did and began moaning quietly as he started getting more aggressive.
"Faster," Luigi whispered.
"Say please," Bowser replied.
"Oh my god," Luigi groaned. "Please. Please go faster."
Bowser obeyed and, almost instantly, Luigi was once again completely submitting to his movements. Bowser lifted his hips, pushing deeper inside Luigi causing his breath to catch.
"Fuck," Luigi moaned. "Please. Harder."
He grabbed Luigi's left leg and lifted it, pressing it up to his side to fuck into him more directly, aggressively, just as Luigi wanted. He started whimpering as Bowser went harder and faster.
Bowser was surprisingly close himself, considering that he had just cum half an hour ago. Luigi's voice got higher with every thrust and Bowser knew that he was hitting the perfect spot inside him. His head was thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut, clearly just about to cum.
Luigi cried out and tried to say something, something Bowser didn't quite catch but sounded like begging for more. He grew louder, and Bowser moved his hand from his wrists to Luigi's face and pulled it closer into a kiss.
He moved his mouth away, but Luigi pulled him back and kissed him harder.
"Keep going," Luigi whispered as he pulled away. "Please."
Bowser began thrusting into him even harder, his pace wavering slightly but still clearly giving Luigi exactly what he needed.
He was at a loss for words but still managed to get a few things out. "Please. Please. I need—"
He interrupted himself with a high, guttural whine that got cut off with a particularly brutal thrust into him. His body tensed with the final thrust into him; his back arched and his hips lifted higher, pressing up against Bowser's hand.
Bowser kept fucking him as he finally came, keeping the pace steady and hard, watching him as he whimpered wordlessly throughout, watching him as he came hard all over his stomach and continued to cum for what felt like fifteen seconds. His voice grew quiet and his breathing heavy as Bowser took another minute to finish inside him, once again using him however he needed as he stared blankly at the ceiling, whispering unintelligibly. Bowser came as well, pumping into him with several thrusts.
They both stayed just where they were as they caught their breath, Bowser staring down at Luigi, adoration growing within him.
"My vision's back," Luigi noted after a few seconds of complete silence.
"What?" Bowser asked, looking down at him in shock.
"I kinda blacked out when I came, but my vision just came back. I'm good now."
"Are you okay?" Bowser asked, moving back to give him space.
Luigi grinned widely, laughing quietly. "I'm so okay. I'm so good."
Bowser watched him nervously. "All right."
"I've never cum that hard in my entire life," he said, chuckling. "I am so, so, so, so okay. Super, super, super, super duper good."
Bowser smiled and shook his head, no longer worried. He knew he was just a little delirious after his orgasm. Bowser stood to grab a towel to clean them both off and when he returned, Luigi was still smiling just as widely.
Bowser climbed back up onto the bed and cleaned Luigi off first. Luigi let him, lifting his hips so Bowser could reach.
After he was done, Bowser moved back slightly and allowed Luigi to make himself comfortable beneath him again and then moved back forward. He sat on his own heels, straddling Luigi, keeping him in place, and staring down at him. He bent down and slowly kissed Luigi's chest. Luigi smiled up at him.
"Do you remember earlier when I came in to fuck you for the first time, and I said that it was your fault that these people were here and your fault that I was pissed off?" Bowser asked, running his thumb up and down Luigi's stomach.
Luigi shook his head. "Not at all."
"Well, I did. And then I told you to apologize…"
"I remember apologizing. I don't think I even knew what I was apologizing for when I heard you tell me to. But it worked. Really well. It turned me on even more."
Bowser chuckled. "You're insane."
Luigi shrugged with a coy smile.
"I just wanted to say that I don't think you have to apologize for that. I want to do this, have the meetings, do the public relations work, the whole thing, if it means that I can be with you."
Luigi looked away, grinning sheepishly. "Aw…"
"I do," Bowser said firmly, trying to make sure Luigi took it seriously. "I'd do anything. Anything for you. I'd sacrifice my whole kingdom, all my power, everything I own if it meant I could have you. I mean it."
"I know you mean it," Luigi replied quietly, smiling softly.
Bowser smiled down at him.
"Come here," Luigi whispered.
Bowser slowly leaned forward. Luigi reached up and held his jaw, pulling him closer and into a kiss.