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The sound of badly-muffled whimpers filled the room as hot skin grinded together, squelching to the beat of strong, but fast thrusts. Narrowing his eyes to immerse himself in the sensations—and the task of pounding the man below him—Affogato was holding onto the sides of the other’s waist. As he slid over bit by bit, he repositioned his grasp higher up to stabilize himself.
Affogato didn’t have to pay any particular attention to the appearance of his partner, even if the partner was none other than His Majesty himself. Listening to the sound of Dark Cacao’s moans, which had progressed from restrained, to more loose and careless, was good enough already. No, he did not want to bring extreme pain to that stubborn old fool. But being able to dominate him successfully, in any matter, boosted his ego to the maximum effect. After all, not many can say that they regularly fuck an Ancient Hero.
Not many can say that they know an ancient king’s deepest desires, and his secrets. Such as the one that he enjoys being dominated in bed, tended to afterwards, and have someone with soft plump hands gently caress his scars while reassuring him that he’s correct about everything, and totally enjoyable as friendly company.
Though, he couldn’t deny the beauty that Dark Cacao possessed too. He was graced with despicably cute androgyny, and a strong body of curvy muscles and… otherwise traits that confirmed his old age, and the fact that he even carried a child at one point.
Affogato would be the only one to know that Dark Cacao felt ashamed of his own body’s appearance. That the scars on his mind were slipping through the cracks, and showing through his body too. But Affogato could not quite figure out yet if Cacao really was insecure about his appearance in general, or if he only began to feel that way when he stood beside Affogato—who was dashing, smooth, and usually mistaken for much younger than he actually was. Surely if he posed the question upfront, the afraid of showing weakness king would scoff and say that ‘Appearances don’t matter at all. Only strength does.’ (For admitting that you have emotions and insecurities would be just so unmanly, wouldn't it be, Dark Cacao?)
The fact that he does all his clothing changes with the lights off, and avoids his reflection in the mirror, and closes his eyes when they’re having sex is irrelevant.
Affogato then opened his eyes, and bent over their squirming and blissful lover, to hold onto his shoulders instead. They could feel himself getting a bit tired from the thrusting already. It was a shame that the spectral dick he conjured up to get jacked up with Dark Cacao didn’t provide him with any sensation of his own. He panted as he continued, though gradually slowing down. Internally cursing his own low stamina, he took a short break to get a breather, he closed his eyes again.
Cacao wasn’t too bothered about the pause, by the sound of it. They could feel Cacao’s rough hands climbing up their legs and waist, until he held Affogato above himself. Generously. It allowed Affogato to finally relax his legs.
“Do you…”
Cacao breathed in and out,
“Do you want to keep going, Affogato?”
Even though exhausted, Affogato chuckled dryly, for they were far from having enough. “Just a second, my Liege, and I’ll gladly continue.”
“Yes… in that case…” Cacao’s delivery was dry, not particularly flirtatious or warm, “…We can switch. You should get something out of this too.”
Affogato acknowledged it with a smile and a hum.
After a sip of water, Affogato flipped their let-down hair from one shoulder to another, and cracked their neck, before settling down above Cacao again.
Then, pause.
Butterflies churned inside both of their stomachs when they accidentally made eye contact, with their faces so close up. They both startled each other, but seemed hesitant to look away.
“You’re very beautiful.” Cacao said softly after a few seconds, tucking a lock of pearly bangs behind Affogato’s ear.
“Oh my, truly? Even when all the makeup is gone?” Affogato’s tone would sound sarcastic to anyone, but the king was deaf to it. "Yes," He smiled, in fact, “You’re enchanting.”
“Why," Affogato replied with an exaggrated lilt, "You too~”
And without hesitation, they leaned down to press a kiss to Cacao’s lips. He returned it right away. As if he had been anticipating the kiss, and was waiting for it with secret excitement in his heart. This affection-starved part of Dark Cacao was rather cute at times. Unlike the tone of his voice and choice of words, his kisses were very passionate… and damp.
They engaged in that tender moment for a while.
And then the sex continued.
They flipped their roles and positions, but instead of any penetration, Cacao treated the other with his hands and his tongue. He was amazing at it. Affogato had to admit, there was at least one thing that Cacao’s mouth was good for.
Now he was the one whimpering and clawing at the blanket and Cacao's skin for mercy. He twitched from the electric feelings that Cacao made him feel. With the king’s permission, he took a fistful of His Majesty’s hair and guided him.
It did not take very long for Affogato to visibly, and audibly, reach an orgasm. And after that, he flew away on a cloud of white, forgetting the grey world around him. When Cacao slowed down his pace completely, he felt like he was slipping away into sleep.
“…Would you like to continue.” Cacao’s voice snapped him back to reality. “I would like to come again.”
Affogato’s immediate thought was something fiery and rude, but it was completely muted. Instead he wiped his forehead of sweat, as if it’d make any difference, and smiled at Cacao, “My, my, you’re thirsty today. Not everyone has high vitality like you, my king!”
“Oh, that’s alright then.” Cacao sat down on his knees, his expression unbothered, “You’re past your prime years too… I get that very much, believe me.”
“Past my prime years?!” Affogato asked, having taken apparent offense, “I’m perfectly capable, actually! Oh, you fiend!”
Cacao watched with piqued curiously as Affogato sat up as well, and immediately gestured to the much bigger man to lie down, now smiling, “Alright, so be it!”
Cacao obeyed without hesitation. “Thank you. Your medicine has finally allowed me to enjoy penetration, and because of that I want to savor every moment I get with you." for abstinence forbade Cacao from engaging in sex more than once a month. "You are really an amazing doctor, Affogato… No other remedy has helped me with my… condition…” Cacao set his head down on the mattress, giving the other a concerned look, “But… Do you feel pressured? You mustn’t obey my wish just because I am your king. If you’ve had enough, then it’s okay to say so.”
Unbothered, Affogato put his hands on Cacao’s legs, “Don’t worry. I’m very adamant about what I want and don’t want. You can’t force me into anything, even if you’d try.”
“I never would try to.”
Cacao’s response flew past Affogato’s ears, for it was irrelevant pillow talk. More importantly, he figured out a new strategy, an alteration, to make the activity more pleasant for both of them. Cacao was open to every idea when it came to the bed, much to Affogato’s happiness. (Such a shame that that didn’t apply to politics.)
He summoned a new dick from the spirit realm—Slightly bigger than before. The two figured that maybe that would allow Cacao to orgasm faster too.
And so it was time for phase 3, round 2.
With newfound energy, Affogato could sit up without holding onto anything, and thrust the full extent of a ghostly cock into Cacao’s tight, wise pussy. They heard how their partner’s throaty moans were stronger than before. The pride had motivated them to keep going, and revv up with more adrenaline. Gritting their teeth, they grinned with devilish joy. Afraid of leaving red markings on Affogato's buttocks, Cacao let go of them, and put his arms under the two pillows that were around his head, sandwiching his head with them. He dug his nails into the cushion softness, clawing into them. Affogato spared a peek at Cacao with one eye, amused by that reaction.
Then hushed whispers—Affogato counted under his breath, it seemed at first, and then it began to sound like he was chanting some kind of new incantation. Whatever it was, it bestowed him with a new rush of strength in his hips. Then Cacao made a noise so loud that he caught himself halfway through it and tightened his throat to mute himself. With minimal success.
“Ah…! Ah…! Ah…!” His whimpers odd.
In their mind, Affogato thought about how arrogant Cacao was being. Doing the bare minimum but expecting Affogato to follow his every command. Did he really think that dry compliments like ‘you’re very beautiful’ would charm them? Affogato’s taste was refined and regal. If it weren't for the fact that he was enjoying Cacao's looks a fair amount—everything else about him could be discarded and they wouldn’t care. They wouldn’t care at all. They’d use every opportunity to seize the throne. Even though he was having fun, he adored spending time in private with him, it was all just an elaborate sacrifice, building up to a great betrayal—
The voices of his shamanic gods boomed inside his head, praising him. It sounded like an orchestra, with the king's weak noises far below him. He threw his head back, yes, basking in the moonlight and visions of glory. It was all reaching it's climax. Everything would be wrapped up soon, he was sure of it! This is either the last, or the second last time he'll do this with his dear colleague. And then he will kill him!
“I love you…!”
Pause.
Affogato's catlike pupils expanded as he was shot back into reality, turning his looks downwards in shock at the sudden words that Dark Cacao grunted out between his whimpers. Did he mishear? Surely he just had a hallucination, it—
“I love you… I love you…”
Dark Cacao repeated in falsetto, quieter, “Affo- gh -gato…”
For a moment, Affogato was stunned. The music stopped playing inside his head, and the bedroom seemed less dark than before. He slowed, slowed, and finally stopped moving, while Cacao continued squirming below him, blushing all over, with a fully defeated voice. “You’re truly… hah… amazing…”
Affogato’s heart was pounding in his throat. He really overdid himself this time. But more importantly…
“Thank you… I love you…” As Cacao was finally cooling down too, he lost his voice, and whispered instead.
Actually…
Cacao seemed better than usual.
Maybe he’s not that annoying after all. His politeness had a certain charm…
Post-cum, sluggish and slow, Cacao reached out to put his hand on Affogato’s knee, stroking patterns in the skin lightly.
Maybe this made it all worth it.
Just look at him. An old, wise being such as him, reaching out weakly for a cuddle. Affogato tried to be disgusted, but couldn’t. He knew that Cacao meant what he said with all his heart, and it made him aware of the emptiness in his own heart. An emptiness that could be filled right there and then. An emptiness that denied itself to be filled. He laced his fingers with Cacao, but his face was frozen in shock.
He hated him, he… he wanted to hate him. But he… was exactly the same as him. But… Despite the hardships, the frigid cold that surrounded their home, Cacao still had something buried deep inside his soul. It was trust, and love. And Affogato looked at himself, unable to guess whether he had that too. Whether his own heart had withered and died a long time ago. He was… a monster, wasn't he? Or maybe… Dark Cacao was a fool. Or maybe Dark Cacao was a master of manipulation, who tricked and deceived him into feeling this way. He came behind Affogato secretly, and waited to drop this bomb on him. Yes, this must be so… Their relationship was a game of chess, and just today, just for this round, Dark Cacao won. Checkmate.
He crawled onto Cacao, and laid down on his torso, nuzzling into his neck. Without thinking, Affogato embraced him.
“I love you too.”
The words came out softly of Affogato, despite the lump in his throat. Silence followed, in which he felt like his struggle went unacknowledged. But he didn’t find the strength to care about it anymore. Selfishly, yes, hedonistically, he decided that he just wanted to stay in the warmth that emitted from his partner. Cacao's warm chest, with a heart that beat slowly against Affogato's ear.
Cacao slowly stroked the back of Affogato’s head, combing through the tangled brown and white locks. At some point, he pulled a thin sheet over their collapsed bodies. Far too tired to have any kind of conversation, or to clean, or to deal with the consequences of their actions—They fell asleep; interwoven, owned.