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Heinous Love

(a/n): I love Clavis so much I can't think straight, anymore 🙈💜

The King of Lelouch sighed in delight, his fingers gripping the pristine bed sheets as your delicate hands, covered with his dark gloves, kneaded, squeezed, and spanked his rear while your tongue drew circular patterns on his puckered rim. The sensation of your hot breath against his sensitive skin made his cheeks burn.

He knew he brought this upon himself, and it was not anything new. No, you two had done this so many times, but it never stopped being so embarrassing, especially now that his rear was up in the air, all exposed to you. So embarrassed and vulnerable did he feel that he buried his handsome face in the fluffy pillows, hiding from the whole world and the intrusive thoughts of the possibility of someone—anyone—finding out King Clavis’s dirty little secret. What would his people think? How would his most trusted soldier react? What would Chevalier say? The mere thought was mortifying, so he buried his face further into the pillow, trying to think about something else. Anything. The gentle squeeze of your hands on his rear ground him. You, intuitive you, have always noticed when something was off with him. Your reassuring touch helped him relax, and his thoughts wandered into more pleasant places.

His mind, hazy with desire, was fortunately still lucid enough to recall the amusing and exhilarating events that led to his current predicament. Memories of those playful pranks that served as a not-so-subtle plea for your attention invaded his mind as the waves of unadulterated ecstasy invaded his entire body the moment your tongue entered his puckered hole while one of your hands cradled his testicles ever-so-gently, keeping them out of harm's way, as the other pumped his erected shaft.

From the harmless jokes to the elaborate schemes, Clavis had gone to great lengths to try and monopolize your attention, to feel your lustful gaze on him, the warmth of your touch on his body, and the love in your heart that was for him and him alone.

His mischief had succeeded, but not in the way he thought it would and certainly not in the precise moment he wanted—nay, needed to. His mind wandered to a week prior, when you stepped into your shared room and right into one of his many traps.

A net fell upon you from above, trapping you like it would a wild little bunny. "Oh, for the love of— Clavis!" You huffed, trying to get rid of the net and tangling yourself more in the process.

"Hmm, that has a ring to it." He let out a mirthful snicker. "Need a hand, little bunny?"

"It’s the sixth time you’ve pranked me today. I see you, Clavis. You don’t have to do this to get my attention." The irritation was clear in your tone, much to his utter delight.

"It is not your attention that I so desire, my dear wife."

"Oh, really? Because, to me, this is screaming, ‘Oooh, I want the undivided attention of my lovely wifey so much I can’t stand it. Oooh.’"

A barely audible gasp left his parted lips as his cheeks dusted a dark shade of pink. For a moment, he was speechless as his heart leaped in his chest, but he soon regained his composure.

"I’m moved… I—" he wiped a fake tear—I have no words. My darling loves me so much that she did an impersonation of me." He breathed a contented sigh. "I am the luckiest man in all of Rhodolite and Lelouch together."

You let out a brief, airy laugh and shook your head, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

"If it’s not attention, then what do you want, Clavis?"

"Well, I do want your undivided attention, of course. However, that is not everything that I want from you," he explained as he carefully peeled the net off you with his slender and deft fingers. "I suppose you’ve noticed how poorly I’ve been behaving lately."

"It's hard not to when I’m your one and only target."

"And everyone else is glad about your noble sacrifice." His ever-present smile widened. "But I suppose you could say I’ve been a naughty boy." He waited for your reaction, and when you nodded your head, he continued. "And what do you do to naughty boys?"

"You chastise and ground them?"

He clapped his hands, making you blink in surprise. "That’s right! You discipline them."

"Oh~ And how do you propose I do that?" You could barely restrain your lips from spreading into a huge grin.

"Well, I have a suggestion." The wicked smile he sported told you that whatever he was about to say would be very appealing.

"Go on then," you urged him to proceed.

"Remember that naughty short story you wrote about Countess Lissandra and Count Julio?"

"Oof, I wrote that ages ago. I’m afraid I don’t quite remember."

Those were lies, and he knew that.

"In that case, I will gladly help you remember..." His smile grew wider still, and his cheeks turned pink as he walked towards you, leaning slightly to whisper in your ear, "I want you to make love to me, spank me, pull on my hair, and whisper words of love in my ear. How does that sound?" He practically purred like a heinous wildcat.

You gulped down the moan that threatened to escape from the confines of your throat. "Alright." His eyes sparked at that. "But not tonight." And just like that, they dimmed with mild disappointment.

"Why not?" He blinked in confusion, his brows furrowing ever-so-elegantly.

"That’s part of your punishment for tormenting me."

He pouted childishly. "But you’ll do it tomorrow, right?" You walked out and away from the room, completely forgetting the reason you entered it in the first place. "Right, darling?" Oh, his perfectly crafted smile was soon to crumble.

A few days passed, and you would still refuse to indulge your lover, who was getting more and more anxious and fidgety. And as the days turned into a dreadful week, Clavis grew increasingly impatient. He craved your touch, your love, and the sweet torment that only you could provide. He longed for the moment when you would take charge again and show him the passionate intensity hidden beneath your calm yet sunny disposition.

It was a quiet, snowy, and uneventful morning when you decided to strike, catching your husband completely off guard. He was calmly walking down the palace's cold halls, his mind occupied with scheming and coming up with wondrous ways of pranking the palace staff and his dear younger brothers. He wanted to prank you more than anyone else, but he knew that if he continued pushing you, all his effort would go to waste. He had been patiently waiting for you to pounce on him for a whole week, but his patience was running out; he needed to let off some steam, and what better way to do so than by pranking the people who love him so much?

As he turned the corner, completely submerged in his own thoughts, he was assaulted by what he would describe as a ravenous little rabbit as you, without so much as a word, pushed him against the wall, gripping his arm firm yet tenderly and grabbing a fistful of his lavender locks.

His heart raced, a mixture of surprise, delight, and arousal pumping through his veins. This was what the king had been yearning for—what stirred something primal and depraved within him. You leaned in, your breath warming his reddening ear, and whispered promises of what was to come. Clavis shuddered; a high-pitched yet low moan broke free from his parted lips, his cock hardening and twitching as you pressed yourself further against him while the hand holding his arm roamed freely down his body, leaving sensual caresses and naughty squeezes on his rear and the back of his thighs. Your commanding presence was incredibly titillating.

"Darling," he exhaled, shivering at your touch. "You’re so desperate for me, aren’t you? Ah, how much you crave the love of your beloved husband." But before he could continue speaking, you silenced him by pulling his head back by the hair. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down the moment you let your lips sensually graze his earlobe as you gave him instructions that he was ordered to follow thoroughly.

You would wait for him back at the mansion he gifted you last Christmas, and he had to be there by midnight if he knew what was good. The frisson of anticipation you aroused in him was electrifying. All your husband could do was nod enthusiastically as his labored breathing condensed into tiny clouds. He could not trust his words at that moment. He willingly surrendered to you, his Queen, his goddess of love, his kingdom, his world, his sun and stars, his everything.

And just like that, your touch and warmth were gone. And once again, he was cold and longing for more. For once, he was glad about his winter garments shielding him from the daily chills, for he was sure the prominent tent in his trousers would be quite conspicuous otherwise.

"Come on, Lulu," you cooed, letting go of his member to thread your digits through his disheveled lilac hair, forcing him to rest his cheek on the pillow instead of planting his face in it. "Let me hear the pretty sounds you make. Or are you hiding from me, my love?"

"I would never." He let out a shuddering chuckle. "I thought you’d forgotten all about poor little me. I’ve been feeling quite lonely since we had that conversation last week."

You huffed, rolling your eyes, as you resumed your task of eating Lelouch’s finest ass, expecting him to stop speaking nonesense. But he didn’t; he kept whining and distracting himself to hold onto the remains of his composure as best as he could and to keep himself from thinking about how embarrassing it was to have come just from the feeling of your tongue entering him.

"I was so lonely... and so bored," he continued as you took off the gloves without stopping the movements of your mouth, "that I was considering pranking my brothers and the palace staff once again since my beloved wife seemed to have forgotten all about— Humph?"

Oh, he was not expecting you to stuff his mouth with his own gloves. And he was also not expecting you to massage his balls so tenderly or pump his cock in sync with the truths of your tongue in his hole.

Clavis’s eye rolled back as he let out strained noises, the gloves muffling his sweet moans. You were not quite pleased at that since you thrived on the pretty sounds he let out, but it would have to do for now.

"If you’re good, I’ll let you suck on something better~" you offered before continuing to feast on his fine rear.

The last of his composure slipped through his fingers like sand as your words sank in. His eyes filled with tears when you picked up the pace at which you were jerking his overstimulated cock off. He wanted to bury his face in the pillow and get lost in the sweet torment you were providing him, but he also wanted to be good for you. What a tortuous conundrum!

However, the moment you gently let go of his balls to finally stuck two well-lubed digits inside of him and pressed the tips to his prostate, none of it mattered anymore as a wave of electrifying pleasure consumed him and he released once more onto the towel strategically placed so he wouldn’t spoil the bed sheets. He always came quickly when you played with his rear. To him, it was shameful and ungentlemanly, but to you, it was quite an arousing experience.

"Good boy," you praised as you stared at him. His face was as red as a rose, and drool dribbled down his chin as he breathed heavily. You quickly removed the now damp gloves from his mouth, allowing him to catch his breath more efficiently.

Seeing the state he was already in, you decided to give him a short break. You helped him sit up on the bed, leaning his back against the headboard, and you offered him a glass of water that you had previously placed on the bedside table. "Have some water, sweetie." Your tone was soft and loving. He accepted the glass, which you never let go of, with quivering hands and took a sip. "That’s it, small sips, honey."

"Let's… continue," he murmured, a wide yet weary grin spreading across his handsome features.

"Are you sure? We can take a small break, if you’d like." You placed the glass back on the bedside table as you spoke.

He took your hand in his and brought it to his cheek. You rubbed his cheek tenderly, and he gave your palm a tender kiss as he begged, "Please."

It was not in you to refuse your husband when he asked so nicely. So, after gently wiping the sweat from his lithe body and replacing the dirty towel on the bed with a new one, you helped him lie on his stomach before carefully raising his hips up once again.

"Put it on," he requested. "I want to see how lovely you look with the new toy."

With a loving smile on your face, you attached the straps around your hips, sporting the new dildo he himself bought during an outing with his older brother and partner in crime, Jin, to the former’s favorite store in all of Rhodolite: the sex shop. Of course, Clavis would have loved to go with you instead, but you happened to be busy at the time, and he was dying to get his hands on that new accessory. It was of a bigger size than the old one; in fact, it was of a similar size to his own cock. And you looked incredible sporting it. Such a beautiful sight. Oh, how he’d love to wrap his lips around your new cock and lick, suck, and gag on it. The thought made him shudder. Clavis thought of asking you to let him do all that, but, at that moment, he was yearning to feel you inside him, to have you make love to his round rear so good he’d see stars, so he decided to leave that for another time.

As you coated the toy with a generous amount of lube, made by your husband himself, he got ready, eagerly spreading his buttocks, earning sweet praise from you.

A pleased sigh fell from his lips when he felt the tip of the toy prodding his hungry hole. It had been a while since the two of you engaged in such activities, and he missed being filled by you quite a lot.

You entered him slowly and carefully, giving him some time to adjust to the new size before adopting a slow and steady pace that—fueled by his moans and encouraging words—turned into a rougher pace.

With each of your thrusts, you hit Clavis’s prostate exquisitely. He loved every second of it, from the stretch to the abuse his sweet spot was getting. This was exactly what he had been craving: having you rearrange his insides, fuck his brains out, and make him forget how to speak, successfully preventing his overthinking mind from conjuring a coherent thought. It was just you and him at that moment. Nothing else mattered. No one else existed in that precious moment except you and him. You are his refuge, and he feels safe and loved in your arms.

"You’re doing great, Clavis." You spoke in between pants from the exertion. "You’re taking my cock so well~" you purred, leaning down to pepper kisses between his shoulder blades, supporting your weight fully on him.

He tightened around the toy and babbled over and over about how good it felt and how close he was.

Clavis was being so docile and making such pretty noises that you decided to reward him. Gently, you let your thumb caress his lower lip, to which he responded by opening up his mouth. Then, you inserted your index and middle fingers inside.

"Suck on them like you would suck this cock." Your husband let out a sinful moan, making you chuckle softly. "Hm? You thought I didn’t notice the way you licked your lips at the sight of me wearing the new toy?"

Your teasing made him whine and whimper more as you continued pounding him into the mattress. But what turned him on the most was the feeling of your sweat falling on his sensitive back. It was such a filthy yet utterly erotic feeling. It made him feel even more connected to you.

The squelching and erotic sounds of sex filled the room as his left hand gripped the sheets while his right hand pawed at the pillow in an attempt to restrain himself, which didn’t go unnoticed.

"Touch yourself for me, yeah?"

And he didn’t need to be told twice. He wrapped his fingers loosely around his cock and began pumping himself in sync with the snap of your hips. He lets his greedy tongue run up and down your digits, licking and sucking on them as if his life depended on it, making sure to coat them with his drool.

"Such a good and obedient boy you are, Lulu."

Your words drove him insane to the point where he wasn’t even trying to hold back on his moans anymore. Not that he had to do so in the privacy of your home, where nobody else was allowed to set foot in. There was something about letting go and being as loud as he possibly could that made him completely revel in the moment and bask in your warm, healing, and nurturing love.

The fact that it was you who got to see him in such a state and hear him produce such sinful sounds was both thrilling and relieving. For once, he didn’t have to hide; he had found someone who he trusted with his life, someone who wouldn’t judge him, someone who he trusted enough to allow them to see his worst, most vulnerable, and shameful side.

For the first time in what felt like forever, he didn’t care if he didn't look or sound cool in front of his beloved. He didn’t care about his mask crumbling; that was how much he trusted you, his wife. It hadn’t always been that way. At first, he used to conceal that side of you, afraid that you’d leave if he showed you how much of a wreck he actually was. It had been a long journey for him and for you. But the sight of him shamelessly coming undone in your arms, a shuddering and babbling mess, as a feeling of pure rapture invaded his senses, was beyond worth it.

You became his sanctuary and refugee, and the moment he married you, he vowed he would bare his whole self to you, his one and only.

You rode the scorching waves of his orgasm, only pulling out of him when his body fell limp onto the bed. He was still a moaning and whiny mess, too cock-drunk to function. Gingerly, you pulled your fingers from his mouth, observing the teeth marks he left around them when he reached his high.

You quickly discarded the strap with the toy and snuggled up to him, gently running a hand through his back.

"Shh… It’s okay, Clavis. I’ve got you," you cooed, peppering loving smooches around the nape of his neck and back as he gradually came down from his euphoric high, completely out of breath.

After you cleaned him up and wiped off his sweat, he turned on his back and buried his blazing face in your chest, wrapping his long arms around your waist as you held him close to you.

"Here, have some water." You picked up the glass from the bedside table and helped him take some sips.

"Thank you, my darling," he said, shooting you a weary smile.

"Would you like to have a snack or have a—" He shushed you by pressing his lips to yours in a honeyed kiss that conveyed his love and appreciation for all you did for him.

"I’m alright. I just want to lie here with you, my lovely wife."

There was so much affection pooling in his eyes that it was hard for you to look away from those golden gems.

"Okay, but at least allow me to cover you with a blanket."

"Ah," he heaved a dreamy sigh, "you must truly love you."

"Of course, silly. I wouldn’t have married you otherwise."

Your sincerity always caught him off guard. And once again, he was speechless and looked like he could cry tears of sheer joy. He truly was a lucky man.

"I love you, little bunny."

"And I love you, my sweet Lulu," you susurated, carding your digits through his sweat-damped locks.

And in the sacred sanctuary of your embrace, Clavis drifted off to the sweet land of dreams, where he was sure he would meet you again.

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