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I nearly kicked my door off  its hinges when I burst into my quarters. Once I locked it, I hopped onto my bed and began stripping as fast as possible, starting with my damn belt.

It was nearing summer in Askr, and that usually means that the Heroes would enjoy the beach. However, one of the male Heroes (probably Gregor) got some of the other men to train and spar together… completely shirtless (sounds like Gregor), all of which were mercenaries in their respective realms (definitely Gregor). I didn’t have a problem with this, since it was getting hotter outside, but all that muscle, fat, and masculinity in one area… it was too much for a guy like me. I had to get out of there before I embarrassed myself by doing what I wanted to do… I stripped down my underwear (and the cloak – the hood stays ON, even now), I began to rub my crotch and think of all of those men out there.

Gregor… What a man. From his large body to his larger than life personality, he has always caught my eye. Thinking back to the display from earlier, his body seemed catered towards me. His hairy, scarred, battle-torn chest and stomach were all out, his pecs just plump and ripe for grabbing, and yet all I could do was ogle as more men joined him in his shirtless crusade. Dieck was easy, his abs are always out for many to gaze at. Gerik joined in, revealing similar features to his companions: body scars from previous battles, along with body hair that made the canvas of his body a wonderful sight to behold…

I may have a type.

More men joined. The Valentian mercs in Saber, Jesse, and Kamui all had something to offer. Gatrie was a bit of a shock to me, as he wasn’t as toned as I thought he’d be under all of that armor. Not that I’m complaining, he looked as beautiful as women were to him. Even the Blade Breaker was seen exposing the body that came with training for as long as he has (he will never give a definitive answer). It was him that called out to me to join them, and the mere thought of me near all of that for free was enough to make me offer an excuse before booking it back to my quarters. I sincerely try to be as professional and respectful with all of the Heroes, regardless of who they may be, but it comes to a point. 

The point is that I’m now kneeling on my bed, pulling my underwear off, and exposing my raging boner. Fuck you, Gregor (in oh, so many ways). Spitting into my palm, I grab my cock, peeling back the dark foreskin, and begin jerking off. My right hand finds a solid rhythm as it glides up and down my length, with my left hand bouncing between pleasuring myself further, whether it is massaging my balls, playing with my tip, or squeezing my nipples. My mind continues to think about the men outside, training, and now fantasizes about doing these things to them. I want to pleasure them the way I am pleasuring myself, and the thought of making a masculine figure like Gregor shiver and moan under my touch… Fuck, yeah, it’s getting to a point.

The point being now. With a grunt and my voice jumping up an octave for a moan, ropes of cum shot out of my cock like arrows. I continue rubbing my now lessening erection until it's all out of my system. Satisfied, I regain focus as I realize the mess I made on my bed. Suddenly, the sound of someone knocking on my door makes me jump to my feet.

“Is everything okay in there, Kiran?” It’s Sharena, no doubt. Thank god, she probably didn’t understand what I was doing.

“I’m better now, thanks!” I call back. She lets out a sigh of relief as I hear her walk off. I turn back to my bed, realizing that cleaning this up will be a pain. I’ll get to it.

Eventually.

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Ignatius fears many things. 

He fears small creatures, little bugs, and worms that could crawl on him.

He fears the dark, as well as the ghosts, demons, and spirits that could haunt him at night.

He fears clowns. Their pale, painted faces and rubber, red noses send shivers down his spine.

He fears failure, being unable to uphold his vows and protect his loved ones.

And he can now add one more phobia to his ever-growing list: Shiro’s cock up his ass.

The two men have grown close over time from fighting side by side in Corrin’s army. Shiro possesses incredible strength, though it also causes him to be reckless at times and he takes hits he should dodge; Ignatius has been forced to save his hide when fighting together in Guard Stance. Along with being two of the eldest “children” in the army thanks to the Deeprealms, this bond has grown into something special, something Nina wants to bear witness to: love.

For all his brashness, Ignatius admires Shiro: He sees Shiro as someone that gets along with everyone, no matter who they are. Someone that is a big brother to their younger comrades. Someone who is very strong, from defeating many enemies in combat to defeating their allies in sparring matches & arm wrestling contests. Someone who is very handsome, from his physique to his smile that lights up any room. Someone who is brave, braver than Ignatius believes he could ever be.

This admiration for the other is something Shiro shares. Spending time with Ignatius has made Shiro appreciate life a lot more, from practicing patience in and out of battle, to being more emotionally vulnerable about his own fears and insecurities. Being a prince without knowing he was one growing up has left him with a ton of uncertainty, but venting his frustrations to Ignatius has helped process his emotions regarding everything, especially thanks to the knight’s good advice. Shiro also finds Ignatius’ fears cute, and helping him work through them step by step has strengthened their bond.

Their admiration for each has now grown into real love, the kind Nina loves to write about – good stuff, Shiro thought when he got to read them – and the two have begun to sneak off in order to enjoy some alone time. Shiro usually initiates it, but it is because of Ignatius that things have gone as far as they have tonight. Within the safety of Shiro’s room, the Hoshidan gave his partner a gun show, flexing as many of his muscles as he could. Ignatius has asked to feel them, and Shiro allowed it, with the latter being pleasantly surprised when Ignatius started licking his biceps, triceps, and then his armpits. The two have kissed before, but never as passionately as tonight.

This has led to the boys seeing each other naked for the first time, Ignatius’ bulkier, stockier body being bigger than Shiro’s. Shiro took the lead from here, placing kisses all over his partner’s darker skin, guiding him to the bed, and starting to work on opening up Ignatius’ hole. Ignatius, noticing Shiro’s throbbing hard erection, had become overcome with anxiety at the thought of a cock  that big entering his body. He had been so overwhelmed with nerves that his erection died down, and his asshole refused to loosen up despite Shiro’s best efforts. Shiro had not been deterred, but rather understanding, and pivoted accordingly to open himself up for Ignatius. Despite his positive affirmations and reassurance that Ignatius’ cock wouldn’t hurt him, that didn’t stop Ignatius’ mind from doing what it does best: overthink. As he pushed himself into Shiro, he stopped every time Shiro made any noise, be it a moan of pleasure or a groan of discomfort. This ended up frustrating Shiro somewhat, to the point where he flipped Ignatius on his back and started sitting on his dick. Ignatius’ nerves did not let up, a shiver of fear running through the knight with every sound, and they were to stop altogether.

This all led to their current position. Ignatius still wants to continue their hookup despite his constant stopping, and Shiro really wanted to cum. So, with Shiro taking the lead once again, he pulls Ignatius into a position he calls the “Piledriver”, named after an act in one of Nina's stories. Holding Ignatius’ legs in the air as he lays on his back, exposing his ass to him, it looks as if Shiro is gonna attempt to fuck him. However, Shiro takes a different approach, slapping his cock against Ignatius’ brown hole before moving in a steady rhythm back and forth, dry humping his lover. This sends a wave of pleasure throughout Ignatius’ body that he would not object to, with only whimpers and moans leaving his mouth as his cock becomes hard once again.

“Hold your legs, bro,” Shiro commands, and Ignatius complies, holding himself in this position by his hamstrings, eyes closed and head leaned backwards in ecstasy. His hands now free, Shiro begins to play with Ignatius’ feet, sucking his toes and massaging his heels. Ignatius’ head spins in pure bliss as his dick slaps against his stomach. It is nearly overwhelming, and Shiro knows just the thing to seal the deal as he notices Ignatius’ cock leaking. “Look at me, Ig.” Ignatius tilts his head toward Shiro and opens his eyes to gaze at his lover, just in time to see Shiro flex his arms one more time. Seeing his partner’s bulging biceps at full size sends Ignatius over the edge, and his body jerks as his cock paints his chest in hot, white cum, dropping his hold on his legs in the process. Shiro stops moving, taking this time to admire his handsome, cum-stained partner.

“That was… intense,” pants Ignatius.

“Hey, I did all the work!” Shiro calls out, playfully slapping Ignatius’ ass.

“Yeah, you did…” Ignatius agrees. He then gasped as noticed a failing on his part. “Oh no… I came too early, but you haven’t cum yet!”

“Nah, I haven’t…” Shiro looks at his cock, still rock hard, before smirking at his partner. “Since I got you off, think you return the favor?” Ignatius nodded. “Suck my cock, then.”

Shiro moves to lay down on the bed, propping his hands behind his neck as Ignatius prepares to help his prince the way he helped him.

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Don’t know how I ended up making out with two handsome studs, but I ain’t complaining.

Actually, I do know how. It’s that damn Ram Wine. Shit is strong, I knew that from experience. That said, it is Jesse & Kamui’s first time drinking the stuff, according to them. I gave them the heads up, but Jesse laughed it off, and Kamui couldn’t care less. With no bar in this damn Citadel we took after taking down Grieth’s pirates, we took a room together and passed the bottle around. Jesse started going on about his dreams of establishing a country for only mercs, a pipe dream that ain’t ever happening, but it sounds nice. Kamui, usually quiet until you shake a bag of coins in his face, mentioned something about being a nomad before picking a sword and traveling the world as much as he could. Even said he planned on leaving the continent once our business was done, the bastard! That made Jesse real sad, considering Kamui was the one that freed him from his cell in that stronghold. I’m sure the Ram Wine got him more emotional than usual, but somehow that led to Jesse straddling Kamui, kissing him and professing his “undying devotion” to him. Definitely the Ram Wine talking, and it went both ways as Kamui started groping Jesse’s ass, extending the kiss. I felt like a cuck, and I ain’t no damn cuck.

So, I say, “Damn, I can’t get no love? I thought I was the heartbreaker here!”

That got their attention real quick. Exchanging a glance between each other, then a shrug, Jesse got off Kamui, and both lads made their way over to me and my chair. I had spread my legs, and Jesse straddled my left thigh. He must like sitting on people, hopefully in many other ways if we’re taking this further. I took another swig of the wine before I brought him closer to me, calling him a pretty boy to make him feel good (helps that it’s true), before snogging the ginger. I felt some lips on my neck, kissing down to my chest, and grabbed Kamui before he got too far. Breaking the kiss with Jesse (he whined, Mila save me), I moved to kiss Kamui. Of the two, Jesse’s was sloppier but had a lot more passion – whereas Kamui’s felt like he was just getting a job done. Don’t think the latter’s a fan of kissing (or kissing me, he was grabbing Jesse’s ass just a minute ago), so I break our kiss and give Jesse the attention that he’s craving. Seriously, he’s nearly as red as my hair!

Kamui is the first to undress, and he is quick about it considering everything he has on. He got down to his underwear, his bandages & headband left on, and then stood behind Jesse to undo the buckle holding his vest together over his already revealing top. He peeled the shirt back further, exposing Jesse’s nipples, and began playing with them with his thumbs as I was tongue fighting with the ginger. He even got behind Jesse to hump him from behind! Jesse’s moans grew louder and he lost concentration with his attention divided, so I surged forward and took control over his mouth, my tongue swirling around his. All he could do was take everything we were throwing his way like a good, submissive boy. He seemed to like it, at least.

“Strip,” I commanded Jesse, giving him a light tap to get off of me as I broke the kiss again. Both men got off my thigh, and I got up myself to get out of these clothes. It was hot enough, being in the desert and all. Ridding myself of my armor, I was a bit shocked to learn that I wasn’t fully hard yet. Couldn’t say the same for Jesse, though, as I felt his cock throbbing against my thigh. My confirmation came when he turned his perky ass around, giving Kamui and I a full view of his raging boner, wearing nothing but his fingerless gloves and bandages. He suddenly turned shy, as he turned his rosy cheeks away bashfully, sputtering out a laugh. 

I was feeling a bit impatient though, so I grabbed him by his wrist and guided him to where Kamui was laying on the bed, before playfully shoving Jesse on top of him. Jesse, who was unprepared, landed clumsily on top of Kamui. He shot me a dirty look, and in his own way of punishing me, he started swapping spit with Kamui. I didn’t mind, they looked good together. Kamui bit Jesse’s lip, eliciting a moan out of the ginger, before rolling himself on top of the other. Breaking that kiss made Jesse whine, but he quickly changed his tune when Kamui went to work on his nipples again, this time sucking and flicking on one with his tongue while rubbing and squeezing the other. Jesse was a mess, and his moans were getting a bit too loud. Not wanting to have anyone walk in on us, I join the duo on the bed and turn Jesse’s head towards where my semi-hard cock laid next him. Jesse looked up at me, his eyes asking for permission, and I gave him a curt nod. That was enough to get his lips on my cock.

He started slowly, moaning through it all with Kamui hard at work on his chest. At least this was keeping the noise down. I had to start pushing into his mouth in order for him to go deeper. Jesse looked up at me, lips brightened and wet with saliva, and I swear that was the cutest face I’d ever seen. He was taking me well, too, nearly taking my entire length… Had he done that before? He seemed real comfortable on my lap, and was receptive to everything Kamui was doing to him…

Speaking of, Kamui had now moved further down Jesse’s body. He hoisted Jesse’s legs up by his ass and started exploring the treasure trove that was Jesse’s cute butt with his fingers and his mouth. Jesse took this as well as anything else Kamui did, seemingly more so as he reached down, pushing Kamui’s face against his hole. I had to admit, I was getting a little annoyed that he preferred Kamui over me, so I took a page out of Jesse’s book and straddled his fat tits. That got his attention, and he allowed me to hold his head still as I began thrusting into his mouth. Usually, whenever I did this with a lass or the occasional lad, they started gagging and had me stop immediately. Not Jesse, though. He seemed even more eager to have me fuck his mouth, and the only noises escaping him were moans of pleasure. 

“Someone’s experienced,” I remark, stopping slightly to gauge Jesse’s response. He blushes a bit before nodding in agreement, and I smirk before moving my hips again. 

“Experienced, huh?” I turn my head to see Kamui wipe his mouth. “Think I could get a turn up there?” I've never heard Kamui this excited before. I blame the Ram Wine.

“Haven’t you done enough exploring?” I slow down as I regard Kamui.

Kamui just shrugged. Bastard. “If you ask me, you can never do enough exploring. Besides, I got ol’ Jesse here nice and wet for you. Opened him up, too.” He slapped Jesse’s ass from where he was knelt, and I swear Jesse was begging for more. In fact, he stopped sucking my cock to do just that.

“Please, fuck me, Saber!” He pleaded.

“You sure?” I looked down at my cock, then back at him, arching an eyebrow. “I’m pretty… well-endowed, as you can see.”

“I can take it, I swear! Please!” He was giving the cutest eyes ever… Damn it, if he believes in himself, who am I to stop that?

So, Kamui and I swapped. He was getting head from Jesse as I prepared to inch my head inside of Jesse’s ass. Kamui wasn’t lying when he said he got him wet and open, I swear this hole was begging for something inside as soon as I looked at it moving! I let some of my own spit drop from my mouth and onto my cock, spreading it all over for good measure, and then I began to slowly inch my cock into Jesse. Jesse was surprisingly as receptive to this as he said he was, even using his hands to open himself up further. We moaned real loud once I got fully inside of him. His hole was so warm, and yet it felt like there was still more room inside. Just how experienced was this lad?

Enough thinking, I was ready to show Jesse that all of the rumors about me were true. Slowly but surely, I found a rhythm that was comfortable for me and him, while still being mindful of Kamui who was getting his cock sucked. Jesse’s hole was so welcoming, nice and warm yet tight enough to get me off as I rolled my head back, my one eye closed. The pace I set was perfect for him, and I could've sworn he was getting louder, as if he wasn’t sucking off Kamui anymore-

He wasn’t, because Kamui made his way over to my neck again. I’m sure he meant to lightly nibble on it, but his teeth were pretty sharp. I tried to keep up the pace I set on Jesse to allow Kamui to explore me, but then his teeth found their way to my nipples. I’m not gonna lie, that shit fucking hurt. I didn't think I was that sensitive, but then again, I ain’t usually the one whose chest gets serviced, and I guess this is the reason why. I don’t like it. Kamui must’ve caught the message, either through my grunts of discomfort or from me slowing down on Jesse, as he removed himself from my chest. Our eyes met, and we had a whole conversation in seconds. “Not a fan of that.”, I clarified.

“I can tell, my bad,” Kamui shrugged, but there was genuine remorse in his expression.

“All good.” At that, we heard Jesse clear his throat, both turned to him.

“Kamui, if you want to do something with Saber, you could both fuck me,” Jesse breathily said. My cock was still inside of him.

Kamui chuckled as I shook my head. “Damn Jesse, you want to be rid of me already?”

Jesse shook his head, a look of horror coming over him. “No! I meant I could take both of you at the same time…”

He’s not serious, right? I look at Kamui, and he’s just as perplexed as I am. “Erm, hate to be the break it to you…” Kamui began. “…But you’d need a second hole for that. Or a pussy.” He then grabbed Jesse’s cock. “This is neither.”

Jesse was adamant, though. “I swear to Mila, I can. I’ve done it before, though this time I actually want it. Trust me!”

Well, if he’s sure- wait, what the hell does he mean by he actually wants it this time? I glance at Kamui again, and it seems he caught that part as well. I haven’t seen his face this shocked since the time the princess steered our ship directly towards a Necrodragon. Despite this, Jesse put on that cute face again, and neither of us could really say no.

So, with Jesse guiding us, we got into the best position for his comfort. I found myself underneath him, my cock still buried inside him, and my arms holding Jesse up and over my body. Kamui got himself prepared as he knelt down in a similar position I was in before adjusting for Jesse. While his cock wasn’t as thick as mine, we nearly matched each other in length, so I was really curious to see if Jesse could back up his claims. Kamui spat at Jesse’s hole (and my cock by proxy, and then he finally attempted to sink into Jesse. I felt his cock on top of mine, and it seemed like he really was inside. 

Jesse then told us that we’d have to find an alternate rhythm, where if I pushed in, Kamui was pulling back, and vice versa. It took a bit to find that pace, but we did. It felt weird, frotting with Kamui inside of Jesse, but the moans we elicited from Jesse and each other made it so worth it. The pleasure was damn near dizzying, and as we continued to pump in and out of Jesse, we started to fall out of our set pace. It was shocking that neither of us came first from that indication. That honor would go to Jesse, who was jerking off the entire time, though his seed didn’t burst out like an eruption. I was nearing my own climax, and Kamui was as well, as he pulled out of Jesse. I wasn’t so lucky. I apologized to Jesse just a second before I groaned into an explosion inside of him. My cock was still pulsing inside of Jesse, the amount of cum I dumped inside about to leak out of his hole, as Kamui jerked ropes of cum out of him and all over Jesse’s body. One shot ended up on my eyepatch, though. That was kinda funny.

We turned in for the night soon after, Jesse resting between Kamui and I. I was nearly dozing off when I heard Kamui trying to get my attention without waking Jesse.

“Psst, Saber,” he whispered.

I was annoyed, but figured ignoring him wasn’t gonna get him to stop. “What? I’m trying to sleep.”

“I think something happened to Jesse. Before we met him, I mean.”

Huh, that was a valid point. “…Yeah, I got that impression, too. Pretty sure whatever it was, it was in that stronghold we got him out of.”

“Wolff’s place, right?” I nodded. “Damn…”

“Is that all?”

“Yeah… I guess I just want to know if you’re ready. We don’t know what comes next, but…” I couldn’t really see Kamui in the dark, but I felt his gaze on me, as well as his hand grazing where I held Jesse in our cuddle pile. He found his words and continued, “…If protecting him means we might make his dreams a reality, or at least we get more nights like this one together, that’s a future I want to be a part of.”

The Mercenary Kingdom? What the hell, sure. “Yeah, I’ll watch your backs, so long as you watch mine, too.”

“It’s a deal.” 

We stopped whispering at that, but there was one last thing I thought of before I fell into my slumber: I’m never drinking Ram Wine with these emotional lads ever again.

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Mauvier used to be a member of the Four Hounds, a quartet of warriors devoted to the Fell Dragon. In his name, they caused a myriad of chaos and despair. Razing villages, plundering homes, burning crops… they were a fearsome team indeed. The Four Hounds followed every order from Zephia, each in pursuit of their own agenda. For Griss, it was inflicting pain and then receiving pain for his good work. For Marni, it was the praise of a good job done, something only a “good girl” like her could accomplish. 

For Mauvier, however, it was something else entirely, for he craved no reward for his service: being the knight of Lady Veyle was enough. He became her very first friend when she woke from her thousand years of slumber – the very first person she met at that. As he was a knight for the Fell Dragon, protecting the life of his last remaining child – at least, the last one they knew of at that time – meant everything to him. She was worth fighting for.

Even with the death of Sombron, Mauvier never felt safe or satisfied. Following that event, Mauvier made the decision to aid anyone and everyone, hoping that it was enough to atone for the sins of his past. He began with Lady Veyle, who aimed making the territory of Gradlon a better place. Together, the duo traveled across the continent, gaining the support of every leader to aid in their endeavor. Gradlon eventually became a land full of vegetation and life, a place where anyone could safely call the country their home. Mauvier was happy for Lady Veyle & their success, though it was only the beginning for him. With her approval, Mauvier became a representative for Gradlon, often traveling to other countries for political matters and his own personal goal of atonement. Any time someone was in need of assistance, Mauvier was there, to serve as a literal knight in shining armor.

This desire to assist is how he one day ended up protecting a carriage in Solm. The merchant was in dire need of protection from bandits while making a delivery, and Mauvier wasn't going to meet with the Queen for another day. It was a good thing that he was the merchant’s bodyguard, as the caravan was ambushed on the trail leading to their destination: a bistro. Mauvier, strong and steadfast, disposed of the gang that attempted to loot the wagon without breaking a sweat, Flame Lance in hand. As he thought of reporting this to Timerra, they arrived at the restaurant, and there, his mind was zapped of all sense. Mauvier had never been the most religious man, but he recognized that whatever the chef was cooking smelled nothing short of heavenly. The surprises continued when the merchant greeted his friend, the owner of the bistro: Bunet, an old ally of Mauvier’s from.

Bunet had gotten plumper in the seven years since the last time the two had seen each other, yet he maintained the same easygoing attitude in all that time. He greeted Mauvier with a hug that was a bit longer than the knight felt like he deserved and was such a surprise that he nearly forgot to return it. After unloading the carriage and sending the merchant on his way, Bunet offered to cook for Mauvier for all of his troubles, and even remembered that he meant to cook a dish for him that he never got around to doing before the final battle. He wouldn’t take no for an answer, and the next thing Mauvier knew, he was assisting with a new task: making ratatouille. Bunet insisted on preparing the dish himself, but between the small number of customers waiting for their own orders and Mauvier never wanting to be given something, the chef relented to giving Mauvier instructions as he bounced between orders. It was later in the day, and soon night fell, and Bunet closed the bistro early as the stew was still cooking, wanting to give his undivided attention to an old friend. Mauvier didn’t know why he would, but arguments with the chef felt like explaining things to a brick wall: Bunet was too stubborn for his own good.

Ever the patient one, Mauvier had watched the stew as it was baking in the wood-fired oven when Bunet reentered the kitchen, having just finished closing the restaurant. He checked on the stew using a wooden spoon, and didn’t seem too satisfied with the results himself.

“Mauvier?” he asked, turning to his ally.

“Yes, Bunet?” Mauvier responded as he stood at attention, ready to follow any command.

“Come, taste this sauce.”

Mauvier then stood beside the chef as he blew on the contents the spoon held, before offering it to him. Mauvier accepted and tasted the sauce as ordered… and he, too, felt like something was missing. He must have expressed this emotion, as Bunet picked up on it immediately.

“Okay,” Bunet set the spoon down before grabbing a couple of ingredients to add to the stew. He then proceeded to dip his FINGER into the sauce, grabbing a fingerful before sprinkling basil on top of it. “Here.” He extended his index finger towards Mauvier’s mouth, which was closed tightly.

“You mean for me to eat this from your finger?” Mauvier asked incredulously.

“I can blow it on if you want,” Bunet responded nonchalantly.

“Bunet, you cannot be-”

“Just taste it,” Bunet pleaded. “Please? For me?”

Mauvier glanced at the chef, noticing the desperate expression on his face, and relented into tasting the sauce and Bunet’s finger, leaving some stew uneaten on it. He nodded, knowing that it tasted better with the basil (and Bunet perhaps?), and Bunet grinned before dipping his finger in the stew AGAIN, this time adding thyme to it before holding it up to the knight.

“Another taste?” Mauvier sighed.

“Correct,” Bunet nodded.

And so Mauvier took another taste – once again not going deep enough to taste everything – to his delight, as the thyme added another delicious flavor. His nod gave Bunet the go-ahead to ONCE AGAIN dip his finger into the sauce, now adding rosemary as well as basil and thyme for Mauvier to taste. 

The knight shook his head in disbelief. “You have a spoon.”

“This is only for us, and I cleaned my hands beforehand,” Bunet stated, before commanding: “Eat.”

Mauvier, ever obedient, did as he was told. He ate what was on the finger, but he did not get everything again, and Bunet knew that this must be rectified as Mauvier began pulling back to digest the seasoned sauce.

“No, no, no,” Bunet shook his head. “Eat everything.” When Mauvier seemed confused, the chef explained further. “I want you to eat everything on my finger up. Clean my finger.”

Mauvier’s mouth was still on Bunet’s finger when he understood this command, and he followed this order as well, going deeper on to suck all of the contents off of his finger. He even flicked his tongue around the finger, ensuring no part was left untouched. Mauvier didn’t know that his cheeks were as red as the tomatoes in the ratatouille when he removed himself from Bunet.

“What’s the verdict?” Bunet asked.

“It’s delicious…”

“Good.” Bunet made quick work of adding enough of the herbs to the ratatouille before placing it back inside the oven to finish cooking. When he turned back to Mauvier, he noticed how he was blushing, and curiosity got the best of him. “Mauvier, would you like to continue what we’ve started? We’ve got quite some time to kill before our food is finished cooking, and, truth be told, I’m not sure if I’ll see you again once you leave.”

Mauvier felt confused. “Started? You mean you want me to suck your fingers again?”

Bunet shook his head. “More than that. I mean our relationship… Excuse me if this is greedy, but I would like to enjoy you while our time together lasts…”

“I cannot.” Mauvier took a step back and started towards the door, ready to make a quick exit. He never should have stayed. 

“Mauvier!” 

This was too good to be true. He couldn’t possibly- 

“Mauvier, please! Wait!”

Mauvier’s train of thought stopped once he felt Bunet’s hands on his shoulders, attempting to hold him still. Despite standing at a tall 6’5”, five inches taller than the chef, Mauvier nearly crumbled under his touch.

“I know, Mauvier,” Bunet began, talking to Mauvier’s back. “We had this conversation nearly seven years ago. I know this is selfish of me, but I don’t want you to rot away, too. I’ve already lost so much: my parents, my sweet Alfred… even this bistro until a couple of years ago. I know I told you that the choice to not rot away was up to you, but I would still love to aid you in any way I can. You deserve happiness, and I want to savor every inch of you, should you allow me.”

It hits Mauvier then, harder than any Ridersbane ever could. He wants to aid Mauvier. He, too, shares the intricate emotions that the knight has. Both want to help people, and to aid is to make people happy. For Bunet, it’s serving delicious food for others to consume, and more for Mauvier, specifically. If Bunet believed he deserved happiness, then Mauvier must deserve some, and he could assist Bunet in dealing with his emotions in return.

Mauvier turned to face the chef, his heart beating fast as he wordlessly made the move: he kissed Bunet. It started as a gentle kiss fraught with nerves, as Mauvier had no idea what he was doing. At 38 years old, he never shared a proper kiss with anyone before (Griss’ biting didn’t count). Bunet used his tongue to deepen the kiss, to taste more of Mauvier in a way he never got to before, in a way he only dreamed of prior. Their height difference meant nothing, as Mauvier bent his knees to make it easier for Bunet to, wanting their kiss to last as long as possible. It was selfish, but Mauvier had already made the selfish decision of initiating contact, and Bunet’s words rang throughout his head: “I would like to enjoy you while our time together lasts… I want to savor every inch of you.”

So, he was disappointed when Bunet broke the kiss first. “My apologies, the food smells done and I wouldn’t want to go through all this trouble just to serve you burnt vegetables.” Mauvier allowed the chef to go and finish the final touches on the dish, but Bunet felt a pang of doubt and turned to the knight before he removed the pot from the oven. “You- You’re not going to leave on me, right?”

Mauvier felt guilty, but it was a fair question. “No,” he responded confidently. “Not tonight.”

Bunet grinned. “Good, because I have an excellent dessert ready for you after this.”

“And what would that be?”

“Pound cake and cream pie,” Bunet winked cheekily, and Mauvier’s head nearly exploded imagining what he meant by that.

Chapter Text

It was serene by the river. With only the wildlife, water, and my former captain for company, I could not want for much more than this. Just two close friends drinking while attempting to catch their dinner for the evening. Yet, I still wished for more.

“Captain, I-” I boomed unintentionally, before he cut me off.

“Alois, I love you,” he began, turning to me where we were seated. “But we’ll never catch a bite if you scare the fish away. Please, just wait until we’re finished here.” He said he loved me. Surely, it was just said in a platonic way but by the Gods I wished it meant more than that.

I referred to Jeralt Eisner as Captain because that was what I was used to. He was our squad captain when we served in Fodlan’s military together, and it was under his leadership that inspired me to continue serving after the mandatory four years of service. When he chose to retire, so did I, and the two of us ended up maintaining contact with each other in the years since. We attended each other’s weddings, our wives knew each other, our children knew each other. Our lives became intertwined with each other, and I would have it no other way. 

Truthfully, I wasn’t an honest man. I loved my wife, my family, even Jeralt’s family… but I loved Captain more than anyone else. Yet, I used to have a suspicion that those feelings weren’t reciprocated, and that was okay at the time. Yes, it made my heart ache when I learned he had a wife and child at home waiting for him when we served together, but so long as I was able to keep this man in my life, that felt like enough. 

Until it wasn’t. A couple of years ago, Captain offered me a weekend-long fishing trip. One weekend in July: no kids and no wives, just ex-soldiers, booze, and all the fish we could carry. My wife agreed to it, and I could not be happier. It wasn’t until we drove up to this secluded part of the forest that I realized exactly what Jeralt wanted on this rendezvous: me.

He downed multiple bottles of hard liquor before having a hazy conversation with me about my feelings for him, which, shockingly, he had always known about. I was mortified, but he squashed any fear I had with a kiss. And then two. Next thing I knew, I was driving us back home Sunday afternoon, Captain hung over and his ass slightly looser than when we first came.

This became a yearly event, with this being our fourth “fishing trip”. Our dirty little secret that could tear two whole families apart if exposed. I don’t know why I do it, or why I fold like laundry whenever Captain gives me a command. I love my wife, I love my daughter, I truly do. Maybe I’m just following orders – his orders.

It’s at this train of thought that my line starts to jerk! I have something on my line! Captain is just as shocked as I am as I get a grip on my line, ready to wrangle the beast. My foe is strong, but I can overpower him… I think… No, he is fighting back with such vigor! That’s when I feel a strong presence behind me and see a pair of hands grab my line. Together, Captain and I yank the fish out of the water, and what a big one he is! After placing the beast into our ice chest, I turn back to my leader, who’s sporting a wide grin on his face.

“Well, I’ll be, you fuckin’ caught one, Alois!” he cheers, embracing me right after. I return the hug, enjoying this moment of contact for as long as possible. I hate how much I love the feeling of Captain being proud of me. I get a few more seconds of attention before he pulls back, breaking the hug and shifting back to the stoic man sitting beside me before, knocking back bottle after bottle. I know where this is heading, and I hate that I don’t feel the urge to stop it. He takes a seat and picks up his fishing rod before turning back to me. “You were always good at following orders. We're gonna need more to justify these trips back home, though. Back to it, Alois.”

“… Yes, Captain.”

That evening, a safe distance away from our campfire, Captain and I are rolling around on the grass, intimately massaging our tongues together with urgency. I hate how much I have been waiting for this all day, and the taste of alcohol on his breath.

Captain frees my lips, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck and chest as he palms my growing bulge. I know his cues well enough to know that tonight he wants to get fucked. As he continues to peck down my chubby stomach, I find it more and more difficult to maintain focus. The pleasure sends me into bliss, and I know there’s more to come that will all but send me to the moon.

I have to stop this.

“Captain-” I call out, cut off by my own moan as he squeezes my cock through my underwear. Damn, he’s good. “Hey, Cap- FUCK!” I try again, this time interrupted by the pleasure of his mouth kissing my rod through my briefs. “Cap, please!” I moan out loud, our only audience being any nocturnal wildlife. He doesn’t stop, slowly setting my dick free via the fly in my underwear. Damn it all!

I am not known for being dominant in bed, far from it. My wife knows this well, but it was Captain that found out first. This makes my next move surprising for the both of us: I grabbed him by his hair and pulled him off of me, calling him by his name: “Jeralt!”

He stops then, stunned by my show of dominance. His expression reads like he is ashamed, but there is something more, though of what I am unsure of. 

We don’t say anything for a full minute. He must be waiting for me to say something, but truthfully, I did not plan this far ahead. My mind is racing between the pleasure I am missing and the tension between us that I created. The silence between us would be deafening if not for the constant chirping of crickets or the fire crackling to give us light in these dark woods. I stopped Jeralt for a reason, but is now truly the time for it? If I let him go, he might just go to sleep, and things will be even more awkward than now. Damn it, Alois, just ask him!

“Why?”

I let Jeralt go as I finally spit out my question. A question I’ve wanted to know the answer to for years. He seems confused, though I can’t imagine why. I couldn’t have been more clear. 

“Why?” His eyes slide back into the drunk, hazy expression that turns me on, his calloused hands slowly creeping up my thighs towards my crotch. My breath hitches, but I need to control it. I asked, and now I want answers. If there even is an answer.

“Yes, why?” His hands reach my cock again, and I bite back a moan. “Why must we continue to do this? To drive hours up here once a year just to hide what we do? We’re neighbors! We have families, Jeralt!”

He stops just short of tasting my dick at that, looking up at me contemplatively. I wait for his response with bated breath, and he does after a few seconds.

“Feels good?” He states, right before taking the head of my cock into his mouth. Fucking hell, Jeralt’s mouth is a divine treasure, and he knows it, judging by the look on his face. “Right?”

It does. I hate how much it does. I want to just shut up and indulge in this, and yet, I must power through. “That’s no excuse…”

“Never said it was, Sergeant Rangeld,” he says, before teasing me with his mouth again. His speech may be slurred slightly, but his mind is as sharp as ever. To pull rank on me in a situation like this? Bastard! I hate the way I love it when he does that! The mixture of domination and the tease of him slobbering all over me… it’s too much. We meet each other’s eyes as he pulls his mouth off of me again. I curse out loud, to nothing in particular. I want this. I need this.

I need him. 

“Do you want me to continue, Alois?”

“… Yes, Captain.”

The next morning, I am driving us back home. I drive for two reasons: not only am I the better navigator, and Jeralt is still hungover. Even so, he seems to be awake, so as I drive us out of the woods, I decide that this is a better time to probe that question from the night before.

“Why do we do this, Captain? I know I love it. I know it makes me feel good. I know you must love it, too… but it feels so wrong. I love my wife and my daughter. I love Sitri and the twins, and you must love them, too, surely. Why does it feel like we must choose between our for them and our love for each oth-” 

I’m interrupted by a snore. Jeralt’s snoring. He’s prone to resting through these car rides to sleep off the hangover enough to be a devoted father and husband for his family when he returns. As long as I play my part, no one will know the truth of what happened this weekend, or the past weekends for that matter.

The cycle continues.

Chapter Text

“So, let me get this straight,” Balthus said, slamming his ale onto the bar table. “I win, you pay me a thousand gold, but if you win, you get free reign over me? That’s not fair at all!”

“Why?” Shez questioned, leaning in closer to the brawler. “Scared you’ll lose?”

It was about a year since the Leicester Federation had secured a peace treaty between Faerghus and Adrestia, and the two mercenaries just so happened to run into each other in town and chose to reconnect that evening inside a tavern. They hadn’t gotten more than a drink into their system before Balthus playfully proposed a bet in the form of darts, to which Shez shockingly accepted. Now, Balthus was second guessing his choice.

“I ain’t scared of shit! The point is: you’re betting money, while I’m betting my body?”

“Well, CAN you pay?” A silence fell over Balthus before he turned away from his ally, staring at his drink. “Thought so.” Shez nursed his own drink, continuing their silence for a moment. “I’m sorry, did I assume something I shouldn’t have?”

“Nah,” Balthus shrugged, not making eye contact. “Didn’t know you were like that, s’all.”

“I’m not scaring you off, am I?”

“Nope. You remember Yuri and everyone else that was in Abyss?” Balthus paused until he saw Shez nod in his peripheral vision. “They’re all like that in their own way. Buncha folks weren’t… normal. S’all good, though. They’re good people.”

Another beat of silence passed through before Shez spoke. “I can change my bet, if you want. Don’t wanna do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

To Shez’s surprise, Balthus shook his head as he turned to him with a smirk. “Nah. It’s like you said: I can’t pay you in money. For what it’s worth, it wouldn’t be the first time I bet my body before.”

“Really!?”

“Nope, and I’ve never lost when betting on myself either,” Balthus winked. “Start counting your coins, Shez!”

Later, inside Balthus’ room in the village’s inn, Balthus laid on his bed. He was completely naked save for his headband, but not erect. He stared at Shez from across the room, who was taking his time removing his armor.

Needless to say, Balthus lost his gamble. Shez was too good at darts, his dexterity with dual wielding blades translating to his finesse with the small projectile. Balthus was a man of his word, though, and he was always going to pay back whatever debt he owed, even if said debt was sex. Or whatever Shez wanted out of this. He consented to the terms, after all.

As Shez slowly stripped more and more of his armor, Balthus caught himself staring at his friend’s lean, toned body. He had nowhere near the amount of muscles that the brawler had, and yet he couldn’t tear his eyes away from how they stretched with his every movement. Balthus settled on the idea that Shez was cute, for a guy. His type usually leaned towards that of older women, but there were some exceptions to this rule, and his friend was one. Still, he was unsure if he was able to get hard enough for Shez’s enjoyment, so he grabbed his headband and pulled it over his eyes. He couldn’t see anything, but this was beneficial for both of them in Balthus’ eyes… so to speak. He trusted Shez, after all.

He heard Shez turn around and laugh. “A blindfold? What, are you gonna imagine I’m Judith or someone?” 

“I was gonna think of Claude’s mom, actually,” Balthus responded cheekily.

“Whatever works for you, friend,” he heard Shez say before he heard him climbing onto his bed. “Just… let me know if you don’t like something I do. I want you to enjoy this, too.”

“Gotcha.”

Balthus took a deep breath as he tucked his hands behind his head and rested on his pillow, trying to relax as much as possible for his and Shez’s sake. He felt and heard Shez creeping towards him. He felt the blade wielder’s semi-hard cock against his own as Shez straddled him at his waist, and then felt something wet on his chest: a kiss. Shez began leaving kisses all over Balthus’ body, going from his chest to his stomach, his neck, his mouth, his nose, before stopping above his bicep.

“Flex,” Shez commanded.

Balthus followed this order, removing his hands from behind his head to flex as hard as he could. He felt Shez’s calloused hands latch onto his right bicep. They moved in a massaging motion, slightly increasing and releasing their grip on it. This continued for a minute before Shez removed his hands and finished off that bicep with a sloppy kiss, eliciting a low moan from the brawler. He then repeated this motion with the left bicep, this time moaning into the kiss. 

Balthus felt Shez shift his body lower, his cock now rock hard as it thumped against the brawler’s hairy, sculpted, scarred body. The next thing he felt was Shez’s tongue against his left nipple, sucking and flicking it. Balthus leaned into this, pushing his chest further into Shez, chasing his friend’s tongue. He had never felt this before, and he didn’t know he could go on without someone sucking on his man tits like a newborn baby! Shez continued this, now using his left hand to massage the left chest as he used his right hand to squeeze with Balthus’ right nipple. The pleasure that shot throughout Balthus’ body was nothing short of bliss, as evidenced by his cock growing slightly harder. After another couple of minutes, Shez moved to the other sude, sucking and massaging the former noble’s right nipple and chest while playing with his left. Balthus’ moans carried throughout the room. It was perfect. So perfect, he whined when it was over, which caused Shez to chuckle at him. 

“Fuck, Shez…” Balthus exhaled as he felt his ally crawl to a lower section of his body. “Don’t know where you learned that, but damn…”

“I’m not Shez, remember,” Shez cooed as he now stood by the edge of the bed, where his friend’s foot hung off slightly. “I’m Manuela. Or Rhea or whatever her name was.”

“Manuela…” Balthus sighed her name out loud as he felt a pair of hands grab his right foot. “Damn, haven’t thought of her in a long t- TIME, WOAH!”

Balthus tensed up as he felt Shez’s tongue as it froze mid-lick on his sole. A beat of silence passed through before he felt the tongue retract from his foot.

“Sorry, remembered you can’t see,” he heard Shez say. “Is that a ‘no’ to feet?”

Balthus thought for a moment before responding. “No, it’s not. Just surprised, s’all.”

“Sweet.”

The sensation of Shez’s tongue on his foot was strange. It felt ticklish and warm at the same time, and Balthus couldn’t help but chuckle lightly with every movement his friend made. Once Shez had coated Balthus’ sole with his saliva, he moved onto Balthus’ toes, sucking on them in a similar fashion to how he pleased the brawler’s nipples. He used his hands to massage the sole, maximizing the amount of pleasure that passed through Balthus’ body. Balthus had relaxed into the feeling. He had entered a state of  giggling bliss, and was eager for more, as evidenced by him holding his left foot up to Shez’s face. Shez switched to servicing that foot in the same way, then added the extra move of slapping the feet against his face, before releasing his hold on Balthus’ ankles.

“Hoo, boy…” Balthus exhaled as he felt Shez climb back onto the bed. “You’re a freak, Shez.”

“You like it,” he heard Shez say. “Look at your dick- wait…”

Balthus snickered. He felt his cock grow harder over the course of the evening, and he wasn’t even thinking about older women like he thought he would. He thought about taking his blindfold off for a moment, but it was interrupted by Shez.

“Do me a favor, yeah?”

 Balthus feigned a sigh. “Ain’t I doing enough already?”

“Shut it,” Shez called out playfully. “Hold your knees up your chest.”

Balthus immediately realized what Shez wanted to do next. It was something he had a lot of experience doing what he had hooked up with women. He tensed up for a moment before he complied, once again choosing to trust his ally.

“Thanks,” he heard Shez say as he felt his friend’s breath on his ass. “I’m not gonna fuck you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Balthus grunted in response. He first felt Shez’s hands as they grabbed and spread his cheeks, followed by Shez’s nose as he took a deep whiff of the brawler’s hairy hole, and then – the one Balthus was waiting for – Shez’s tongue. It was a jolt of thunder magic that coursed through his veins, and Balthus’ body went rigid for a moment. Still, he felt Shez press on, as the tongue dug as deep as it could. It wasn’t very far, for the grappler’s hole was tight, but it still made Balthus feel a wide array of emotions, pleasure combined with many of them.

With one last kiss on his ass, Shez released his grip, and Balthus let his own legs go with a loud sigh of relief. Shez chuckled, and Balthus joined him soon after. It was a weird situation that they found themselves in, after all. Balthus’ cock was still semi-hard after he got his ass eaten, and Shez gently took it into his hands, thumping it against the brawler’s stomach as he tensed up again for a moment.

“I think it’s time, friend,” Balthus heard his friend say.

“About damn time, too,” he grunted, though his words held no malice.

He relaxed into the motion of Shez’s hands jerking him off easily, then moaned when Shez used the mouth that had explored nearly every inch of his body to take the head of his cock into his mouth. The motions were deft and swift as Balthus grew to his full length, aroused further by the loss of one sense. Shez used his tongue to lick and flick all over Balthus’ cock, as well as his hands to jerk him further and massage his ally’s large balls. When Balthus started thrusting into his rhythm, he knew what awaited him soon. Within the next minute, Balthus clenched his teeth and held onto Shez’s head, keeping him down on himself as he released into his mouth.

As both panted to catch their breath, Shez crawled on top of Balthus one last time, this time to remove the headband that had been over his eyes the entire time.

“How was that?” Shez asked, genuinely curious.

“Out of ten?” Balthus pondered for a moment. “…Eh, nine.”

“Nine!? I worked for that ten!”

“The butt part coulda been better,” Balthus shrugged before he snickered, pulling Shez into a quick kiss. “Thanks, bud. I really mean that. I don’t mind losing bets to you.”

Shez sighed. “Any time, friend… Any time.”

Chapter Text

Settling into my swivel chair, I did a quick mental checklist of every item I could need for tonight, ranging from simple lube to unique toys to put on a show with. Seeing that I had everything I could think of, I clicked the button on my laptop to begin the livestream, right on schedule.

Wandering_Blade is now live!

Viewers poured in within the next minute, most likely from my scheduled Twitter post. I recognized a few regulars, and knew that their tips were gonna be a fine addition to my bank account.

“Welcome, welcome!” I said, trying to be a good host. “Glad to see some familiar names.”

ApatheticArcher: hell yeah my fav stud
Loyal_Lieutenant: Glad to see you, too!
Buffet4One: I see you’re prepared this evening.

“Always, Buffet, always.” These three were a common sight in my chat, though they were never my biggest tippers. Still, they kept things lively, and I appreciated them nevertheless. “Gotta tip to see me do anything, though. You know the drill.”

ApatheticArcher: starting fully clothed is wild
ApatheticArcher: typa greed they talk about in the bible lmao

I chuckled at that one. What Archer lacked in monetary value, he made up for in wit. He wasn’t wrong either. I was wearing a green windbreaker with a beige sweater underneath, along with grey sweatpants and long, white socks. They could tip for me to remove an article of clothing, with the exception of my arm bandages. Those covered up scars from an accident, and now I keep them on to keep the masculine, tough guy aesthetic. Nothing hotter than a tough guy whoring himself out, according to Archer, anyway.

DrawnHeartstring: finally caught you live yesss!

“Yeah, welcome newcomers as well,” I said after reading the chat again. “Check out the Tip Menu and let’s have some fun.”

DrawnHeartstring: bet. boy i liked chose a different girl over me. so ready to make poor financial decisions.

That message made me laugh. I rarely show genuine emotion in these livestreams, as I usually put on this cool, mysterious, yet welcoming persona. So, when this girl started pouring her heart out, it definitely caught me off guard. Most of my fans are men, I’m aware, and I’m cool with that. They fill my piggy bank. So, the rare woman sighting was a shock as well.

DrawnHeartstring has tipped [60 Coins]!

Sixty coins! Not a bad start. Coins were the currency for the In The Barracks website. People bought the coins, and then used those coins to tip the livestreamer. Prices ranged in how much one coin was, if the customer bought bundles or got them for free via being subscribed, but generally a hundred coins equaled around five dollars for myself. The stripping game was just an appetizer, and that was twenty coins per article of clothing.

Speaking of, I complied and started to actually strip as sensually and teasingly as I could. I started with my jacket, then my sweater, and then finally my undershirt underneath all of that. I sensed a wave of annoyance as I checked the chat again, completely shirtless.

Loyal_Lieutenant: I love shirtless Wandering!
ApatheticArcher: aaand ofc he had three shirts on
Buffet4One: Thanks for getting us started, Drawn!
ApatheticArcher: u r not normal
Loyal_Lieutenant: I want my chest to be that big one day!
DrawnHeartstring: thx buffet!!! u tip too cheapo

More customers entered the chat at this point. Hopefully they would be willing to open their wallets in a way some weren’t…

WryComrade: Just in time. Sweet.
BeautifulMage_03: Perfect.
KES_Whitewing: Needed this.

“Hell yeah, even getting some Archaneans in here,” I said as I noticed the Whitewing username as the same one that’s subscribed to my OnlyHeroes. I’ve had conversations with her before, even sent her custom content. “Welcome, welcome! Check the tip menu.”

KES_Whitewing has tipped [20 Coins]!
KES_Whitewing: Pants off. Show off those thighs I crave.
ApatheticArcher: inb4 he’s wearing another pair of pants under the sweats

I leaned back in my chair and lifted my legs in the air, slowly revealing my black boxers and tube socks. I tossed the sweats across the room and addressed the chat.

“I’m not that greedy, Archer.”

ApatheticArcher: lmao ok yea sure
Loyal_Lieutenant: Damn! Those are some hot legs!
KES_Whitewing: ADD A CRUSH A WATERMELON WITH YOUR THIGHS OPTION TO THE TIP MENU!
KES_Whitewing has tipped [20 Coins]!
DrawnHeartstring has tipped [20 Coins]!
KES_Whitewing: MORE.
DrawnHeartstring: MORE.

I chose to tease the girls, tantalizingly removing one sock as slowly as possible, and then the other. I wiggled my toes and soles in front of the camera, before setting them down. I knew that definitely pissed at least one person off.

DrawnHeartstring: One. Sock.
Buffet4One: Archer, don’t fall for it, he’s ragebaiting you.
ApatheticArcher: if I know its ragebait why does it still piss me off???

Now, more people were joining the livestream. The more of my body was visible, the more people would be interested in watching my stream. Business math.

PerfectShot: Hot.
FxckMerric: Hotter than Merric for sure.
Odd_Wayfarer: Perfect timing for me.

“Welcome fresh blood!” I exclaimed, happy to be freed from the clothing. “Check out the Tip Menu and go nuts.” The next move was a choice for the viewers. They could either tip me seventy-five to start jerking off through my underwear, or tip a hundred coins to have me strip completely. That was most likely what some of these guys were waiting for, judging by my regulars’ dialogue in the chat.

ApatheticArcher: sum1 tip 100
ApatheticArcher: itll be worth it just get home out his undies
WryComrade: Do it yourself broke ass
ApatheticArcher: ur one to talk
FxckMerric: I think we should keep his underwear on just to piss you off.
Loyal_Lieutenant: shit
Buffet4One: Archer, stop talking.
PerfectShot has tipped [100 Coins]!
PerfectShot: Go nuts
ApatheticArcher: I COULD KISS YOU

I chuckled. Chat was lively tonight, and I was interested in what Archer – and presumably his friends Lieutenant & Buffet – were up to. I stood up to slowly take off my underwear, my flaccid cock unsheathed. Tossing that to the side as well, I sat back down and saw one tip that I missed.

KES_Whitewing has tipped [50 Coins]!
KES_Whitewing: FLEXXXXX!

I followed that order as I maintained focus on the chat. Multiple people were typing, but I had a good guess as to who was one.

PerfectShot: So, what now?
Buffet4One: Is it time?
ApatheticArcher: its time
Loyal_Lieutenant: On it!
Buffet4One has tipped [2,000 Coins]!
Loyal_Lieutenant has tipped [2,000 Coins]!
ApatheticArcher has tipped [2,000 Coins]!

That move shocked me so much, I nearly opened my eyes! Chat was freaking out, but I focused on three names in particular.

ApatheticArcher: we’re pooling our money together to get you to FINALLY use that chat-controlled vibrator u got a month ago.
Loyal_Lieutenant: Pretty please, sir!
Buffet4One: No rule against pooling money. I checked.

Ah. That would explain it perfectly. “Well, I gotta allow that, huh?” It helped that I also wanted to try that out. Not just because I was a big fan of vibrators, but also because it meant an easier way for people to tip me. More money. I got up to grab the device when I heard another tip notification. Once I sat back in my seat, I checked to see how much it was.

OddWayfarer has tipped [75 Coins]!
OddWayfarer: Jerk while you’re at it.

“Bet.” I used some lube to coat the toy and my entrance before inserting it inside me, then used some more to lather on my cock before I began jerking off. I updated my tip menu to include the vibrator’s tip rate. “Alright, Tip Menu is updated to include the vibrator. Who’s gonna start us off?”

BeautifulMage_03: I’ll do the honors.
BeautifulMage_03 has tipped [30 Coins] for Light Vibration!

The toy began to vibrate, gently tapping my walls. It was a shock at how sudden it reacted to the tip, but I eased into the sensation quickly. I kept my hand around my cock as I slowly worked it up to its full length, but then a jolt of electricity went through my body as the vibrator began to move faster. Then even faster, but only for a second as it slowed back to the previous speed.

Drawn_Heartstring has tipped [50 Coins] for Medium Vibration!
FxckMerric has tipped [70 Coins] for Fast Vibration!
KES_Whitewing has tipped [50 Coins] for Medium Vibration!
ApatheticArcher: LMAOOOOO
FxckMerric: are you fucking kidding me
KES_Whitewing: omfg

I couldn’t help but laugh at that. More money for less work. If only these newbies saw the value in coordination like the regulars did.

FxckMerric: And he’s laughing at us. I don’t need this.

One less viewer meant less potential tips, but people coming in and out of streams they aren’t interested in was par for the course. Besides, I noticed a familiar name typing and got excited. Money was about to come my way. 

The_Coyote has tipped [3,000 Coins]!
The_Coyote: Your hand won’t be enough.
ApatheticArcher: COYOTE! MY GOAT!!!

Coyote was always one of my higher paying customers, and he didn’t fail me! I grabbed the pocket pussy and immediately began to use it as the vibrator began increasing speed again.

PerfectShot has tipped [70 Coins] for Fast Vibration!

I was getting used to the sudden change of the vibrator, and this new speed was perfect for me. Not too fast, not too slow. Just right. Coupled with getting myself with the pocket pussy, I entered a state of genuine ecstasy. It was not often that I enjoyed myself on a livestream that much, but everything seemed perfect. Live chat, steady cash flow, I was edging myself, and I was kind of high. At that moment, I felt like nothing could ruin the evening.

Debonair_Noble has tipped [500 Coins] for Max Vibration!

What I wasn’t prepared for was the sudden leap to max vibration. There were seven speeds on the vibrator, so the jump from the third speed to the limit wasn’t something I could ever prepare for. What made it worse was that I loved that sensation as well! My hands started jerking myself faster as I tried to mimic the speed that my ass was getting torn at, and between everything, my body started to shake rapidly: a clear indicator that I was gonna cum soon. That wasn’t what I needed, as I really wanted this stream to go on for a while.

ApatheticArcher: shit he might bust soon
Drawn_Heartstring: NO! Not this soon!
BeautifulMage_03 has tipped [30 Coins] for Light Vibration!
BeautifulMage_03: There, let him breathe for a moment.
Debonair_Noble has tipped [500 Coins] for Max Vibration!
BeautifulMage_03: girl fuck you

A new person stepped in to try and rescue me.

OddWayfarer has tipped [30 Coins] for Light Vibration!
Debonair_Noble has tipped [500 Coins] for Max Vibration!
OddWayfarer: What is wrong with you?

And another.

Drawn_Heartstring has tipped [30 Coins] for Light Vibration!
Debonair_Noble has tipped [500 Coins] for Max Vibration!
Drawn_Heartstring: BRUH

On one hand, this was what I wanted. I wanted the chat to fight over control of this vibrator, and pour out all of their funds into my pocket. It was a genius idea. On the other hand, I was gonna cum way too fast to get any mileage out of my other wealthy regulars. I did not have a second load in me for the evening.

Buffet4One: Beginning to think the vibrator was a mistake.
The_Coyote has tipped [100 Coins] for Faster Vibration!
The_Coyote: Perhaps he will be satisfied with a faster speed?
Debonair_Noble has tipped [500 Coins] for Max Vibration!
The_Coyote: bastard
ApatheticArcher: @Debonair_Noble u r not normal dawg
Debonair_Noble: BEG FOR MERCY, IMMIGRANT BOY
Loyal_Lieutenant: HUHHHHH???
ApatheticArcher: i remain correct

I attracted one of the fetish weirdos with a fat wallet. Of course, this one would get off on total control. I couldn’t necessarily block him. The vibrator was kicking my ass – literally – and I wanted the tips. This would be his last livestream, though.

The chat continued in this war, the pinging in my ass slowing and speeding up often. I continued to jerk myself off, as per my previous requests, and I was still shaking. Within the next minute and with one last thrust on the toy, I came through the pocket pussy. 

‘Chat-Controlled Vibrator’ rates are currently disabled.
Debonair_Noble: PERFECT…
PerfectShot: So, you guys got the vibrator.
Buffet4One: We did.
WryComrade: & how much did it cost
ApatheticArcher: everything…

I could only laugh. Anything could happen on a livestream, and this was a very hard lesson to learn. “Well, my bad guys. Couldn’t hold out much longer. Hopefully that beat the queer baiting allegations?” I was met with laughter from the chat. At least this would work out. I said good night to my viewers and ended the livestream.

And then I blocked that freak “Debonair_Noble”. He wouldn’t cost me any more money in the future.

Chapter Text

It wasn’t often that the Count of Fayre found himself inside a tavern. However, he was in need of a certain Fireman’s services, and this was the most reliable method to call for him, even if it meant he had to put himself in danger on the rough side of town.

Seated in a corner of the bar, Bastian had a bird’s eye view of every person in the bar. They were all watching him. Daring him to make a move. One rough-looking man had the gall to start walking toward the noble, and though Bastian held his poker face, he was not in the mood for a bar fight. Things would not escalate this far, though. The man the count had requested materialized right next to the potential assailant, gave him a look that told him to stand down, and joined Bastian at the corner of the bar.

“You look wonderful,” Volke said sarcastically as he threw his favorite employer a smirk. “You never risk yourself like this to hire me. What’s the occasion?”

It was true. Bastian usually had someone else seek out Volke for him, the two usually meeting in a private space. Tonight was not a planned job offer, though.

“I know it is unbecoming of one such as myself to not look as good as I can,” Bastian began, pushing loose strands of hair out of his face. “Do forgive me, dearest friend.”

“‘Unbecoming’? I’d use the word ‘disheveled’.” Volke sat up straight and dropped his smirk. Bastian was not in the best state and he needed a friend right now. Even if that friend was going to ask for thousands of gold. “Seriously, you look like shit.”

The count laughed, for it was true. “I always appreciated your directness. You remind me of Ike in that sense.” Bastian paused for a moment, rubbing his forehead as he searched for a way to phrase his next sentence. “You’ve heard about the engagement, yes?”

“Who hasn’t? It’s all Tellius can talk about.” For the right and wrong reasons. Volke knew Bastian was talking about Queen Elincia’s & Lady Lucia’s engagement. News of their wedding shocked the country, and people took sides as to whether it was proper for two women to be wed. It was still a touchy subject amongst many.

“Quite,” Bastian clipped. “Well, I courted Lucia for a very long time. I’m happy for her to find the happiness she truly deserves, with our Queen no less! And yet, I can’t help but feel jealous. She has been the singular aim of all my affections, and it amounted to nothing but a cold-hearted rejection.”

Volke could sympathize with the count’s position, but consoling heartbroken nobles wasn't part of his skillset. “Bastian, I’m going to charge thirty thousand if you want me to be your therapist tonight.”

Bastian looked up at his friend, a smirk tugging on his lips. “That’s fair. I just wanted to preface what I want to hire you for with that. I heard your services extend to work… inside the bedroom.”

So, that’s what he wanted. “Eighty thousand.” Seemingly out of nowhere, Bastian produced eight pouches of gold underneath the table, discreetly handing it to the Fireman. “Where?”

“Kneel.”

That was the first word Volke heard when he made his presence known inside of Bastian’s quarters. It was followed by the count standing before him completely naked, his pale dick flaccid. The Fireman began to make a move to strip himself before the count grabbed both of his hands, halting any further movement.

“You do as I command, and no more,” Bastian reminded. That was part of the details for this particular job, and Volke had to remember his position tonight: complete submission. “Now, kneel and open your mouth.”

Volke followed both of these commands after Bastian released him, and accepted the soft cock into his mouth. He heard the count elicit a moan, knowing that he enjoyed the sensation. Volke then felt the noble grind himself against Volke’s face, one hand grabbing his head for support. It began slowly, but as Bastian grew in Volke’s mouth, the longer and deeper the strokes became. The Fireman held firm in his kneeling position as the count continued to use his mouth to his delight with no gag reflex to stop him. 

When the noble requested eye contact, Volke looked up at his master for the evening. His emerald eyes shimmered in the moonlight, his face giving off nothing but ecstasy and pleasure. When Bastian pushed and held all of his length inside of Volke’s mouth, the assassin took it. It went deeper than anticipated, but Bastian enjoyed it, his smile beaming. Eventually, the count released him, retracting his cock from his mouth.

“You may rid yourself of those clothes now,” Bastian ordered, and Volke followed, starting with his belt. “Oh, and do make a show of it,” Bastian added as he laid in the middle of the bed, stroking his length as he set his gaze on his escort for the evening. The Fireman channeled a new, playful energy as he removed each article of clothing from his body, until he was completely nude. The moonlight punctuated his scarred, toned figure, in comparison to the count’s slim, lanky body. 

Bastian, satisfied with Volke’s performance, called him over to the bed with one finger, and guided him to lay down on his stomach. The nobleman came behind him and buried his face deep inside of Volke’s ass, his goatee tickling the assassin as his tongue pressed against his entrance. The roles were now reversed: the employer pleasuring the employee. The Fireman did his best to withhold any noise, a faux attempt to let Bastian ravish him in peace. However, in the heat of the moment, with a warm, wet tongue pushing into him and the bristle of facial hair against him, a moan escaped his mouth. He felt the count move away from his hole, and braced himself for whatever came next.

“More of that, Volke.”

To his shock, Bastian wasn’t upset. He whipped his head around in time to see the noble suck his index finger, maintaining the newly formed eye contact. “I want to hear how much you enjoy this. Submit, yes, but do not hold your emotions back on my account.”

With that, the next few minutes were filled with the Fireman’s moans as Bastian dug into him. First with one finger, then with two, he was loosened up by the count just enough to prepare for the next phase. 

The first thing Volke felt once Bastian retracted his fingers from within him was something slapping against his ass cheeks. The second thing he felt was the soft hands of a nobleman grabbing and spreading ass cheeks. The third thing he felt was the drizzle of saliva dropping around & into his hole. The fourth thing he felt was something pressing into him, the same thing he was smacked with: Bastian’s cock was entering Volke. Bastian was fucking Volke… for one second, before he pulled out. The escort was confused, and was about to turn his head to face his employer, but Bastian did the work for him, flipping him onto his back.

“Apologies,” the count began. “However, I realized I want to see your pleasure just as much as I want to hear it.” He then hoisted Volke’s legs in the air, once again spreading his ass open enough before inserting himself inside, rolling his head back before he set his gaze upon his employee. The Fireman felt full, and grit his teeth together as he endured the nobleman’s entire length, and continued to do so as Bastian began to pump in and out of him. Whereas the count was rock hard, Volke found himself completely soft. No matter, tonight wasn’t about him. 

To Bastian’s credit, though, once he found the Fireman’s sweet spot – the one that made Volke’s body lurch upward, begging for more – he never stopped hitting it. He added to this sensation by placing one hand on the escort’s neck. He did not push further than that, for he knew how dangerous Volke would be when he felt his life threatened, but that hand placement was more than enough to keep the Fireman exactly where he wanted him to be. His moans of pleasure filled the moonlit room, and was music to Bastian’s ears. It was the heavenly melody that could challenge that of the Herons’, and it was more than enough to push him over the edge, spilling his seed into Volke.

Bastian retracted himself from Volke, slowly so as to not hurt him. It was indeed fulfilling for both men, as the count was sexually fulfilled, and the Fireman was filled with the count. Selfishly, though, it never occurred to the count that Volke was never erect throughout the entire encounter. Still, Volke returned half of what Bastian paid him for his services, pleased to help a friend in need. Maybe next time some things would be on his terms.

If there WAS a next time, of course.