#servicetop laios
Text
Forbidden Fruit - Part I
The tavern was packed and dimly lit, a cacophony of scents and noises that was almost enough to give Chilchuck a headache. Good. Seated at the counter he let his gaze wander across the crowd while he waited for his order. No faces he recognized, no voices that stood out to him. Even better.
It was only after he had made absolutely sure nobody here would recognize him that he let his eyes flick over to the broad figure at the very back of the room. The man, occupying a table by himself, had not stopped staring at him since he entered the tavern and Chilchuck met his golden eyes for just a second before looking away again.
This was so unprofessional.
But Chilchuck would not be here if there were any other way to deal with the … situation. He tried. Gods had he tried. And failed. Better to get this over with here and now than to suffer through another endless mission with this unresolved thing between them. So when the innkeeper set down two heavy mugs of ale next to him he grabbed them and, with one last, steadying breath, headed over towards the table in the far back.
"Well, hello handsome", he grinned, almost shouting over the noise of the tavern. "You here all by yourself?" It was cheesy but that did not matter. He was not here to woo anyone, he just needed to set the scene.
"Uh", the man mumbled, still taller than Chilchuck even when seated. His eyes were big as they flitted across the room, then landed back on Chilchuck, brows creased just slightly. "I uh, suppose so. Yes?"
Chilchuck nodded both in agreement and to show he was pleased with the answer. He took a seat next to the stranger without waiting for permission, sliding just a bit too close on the bench as he set down both mugs.
"Good. You don't mind me inviting you for a drink, do you?"
Neither did he wait for an answer before he let his hand wander below the table where he found a thick thigh to squeeze. Scratching his nails across the rough fabric of the breeches and digging his fingers into strong cords of muscle. The single touch after months of self control was enough to have him half hard. But to his delight the tallman next to him was not faring much better, pale face flushing and eyes looking anywhere but down at him.
"I've seen you watching me from across the room", Chilchuck continued, nonchalant, as he reached for his mug and took a deep swig. The ale was sweet and left a refreshing, sour taste on his tongue as he swallowed. Slow and languid, savouring. Preparing himself for his next words. Too fast, but they were already clawing at the insides of his teeth and Chilchuck was impatient. Especially after that first touch left him yearning for more.
He squeezed again, noting a tremble to the thigh.
"So if you'd prefer to skip the drink ... I have a room upstairs."
For a moment the tallman was frozen, even his trembling thigh finding stillness. Then he grabbed the mug with both hands and emptied it with quick, greedy gulps. His thumb was still chasing a stray droplet down his chin when he set the mug down again moments later. Sucking the spilled ale from his thumb he looked down at Chilchuck, eyes wide, and nodded.
"I would enjoy that."
His breath was sour-sweet. Chilchuck wanted to climb him.
Not here, though. He mustered enough self control to retrieve his hand and slip out from behind the table. He did not have to look back as he headed for the stairs. The sound of hasty steps following him was enough.
~
The door to his room fell closed with a thud and immediately Chilchuck was pushed up against it as the tallman leaned down to devour him. The kiss tasted of sweet and sour ale, of copper and greed, and Chilchuck was hard pressed to meet it with the same fervour of nipping teeth and sliding tongues.
He had debated with himself about this for longer than he would like to admit, debated whether he should allow the tallman to kiss him tonight. But in the end he knew they needed to get everything they wanted out of this if it was supposed to work. That holding back and drawing lines would only cement the next, enticing thing to yearn for. Especially if the thing they were left yearning for was something as mouth watering as these kinds of kisses.
So Chilchuck leaned back with a low groan and allowed himself to be devoured, meeting that insistent tongue as best he could. Trying to ground himself his fingers curled into the fabric of the tallman's tunic, pulling himself up to meet the kisses with more leverage.
Then clumsy fingers found the buttons of his doublet and Chilchuck got distracted by the attempts to undress him. Soon his more nimble hands joined them and together they opened the buttons. The force with which his doublet was ripped from his body left him breathless, unsteady, and there was nothing he could do but comply when next his shirt was lifted over his head and flung to the side.
With their kiss interrupted golden eyes stared down at him, fiery and wanton. But when the tallman leaned closer again it was not for another kiss. It was to nuzzle his face into the crook of Chilchuck's neck, large hands coming to circle his bare waist as he inhaled deeply.
"Chil...", the tallman whispered between breaths, teeth finding the junction of his shoulder for a quick, harsh bite. "Chil, you smell so good ... taste ... so good..."
A hot shiver ran down Chilchuck's spine and for a second he was reeling. Then he let out a low hiss and slapped the back of his hand against the tallman's chest.
"Shut the fuck up, Laios", he reprimanded. "We don't know each other, remember?"
Above him Laios stiffened, then pulled back from his neck enough to throw Chilchuck an abashed look, eyebrows drawn together and lips curled tight.
"Right...", he murmured, eyes shimmering in the low light of the room. "Sorry..."
Something in Chilchuck's chest pulled tight at that look. When exactly had he gotten this ... soft for the other man? It did not matter. What mattered was that he solved this problem. That was something he could do. Something he always ended up doing. Solving problems.
He sighed, reached up to press his palm against Laios' chest. To keep him from diving down again any moment now.
"It's alright, I'll help you shut up", he said, glancing over at the bed. "Lie down."
Without pause or preamble Laios dropped to his knees right in front of Chilchuck, face alight with curiosity and an ever present readiness to please. Chilchuck almost choked at the sight, throbbing in his breeches at the relaxed implicitness Laios followed his order with.
"On the bed, idiot!", he hissed before Laios could continue and stretch out on the cold, hard ground for him. No questions asked, no hesitation. What was he supposed to do with that?
"Oh, uh ... yes, sir!"
~
Part II
~
Kofi | AO3 | twitter
#chilaios#laichil#chilchuck tims#laios touden#dunmeshi#hello chilaios nation i come bearing food#not sure what else to tag this#one night stand#pssst not really though that's just the lie chil tells himself so he can go through with it#powerbottom chil#servicetop laios#cause that's how i roll#let me just say you can expect them to fuck hella nasty soon
90 notes
·
View notes
Text
Forbidden Fruit - Part XVIII
Part I
Without thinking about it Chilchuck reached out to cup a pale cheek with his hand, feeling the rough scratch of stubble against his palm and fingertips. Laios leaned into the touch as if he were starving, lashes fluttering as his eyes slipped closed. Despite his wide shoulders and impressive build he looked fragile. A frail, breakable, helpless little thing in Chilchuck's hands.
"Alright, we will do this once, stick to the plan, and then never speak of it again. Do you understand?"
Chilchuck felt his stomach turn, a sour taste on his tongue.
Laios would have agreed to anything at that moment and Chilchuck had been happy to accept his blind agreement. After all he thought it the quickest way to get rid of these distracting thoughts and scratch an annoying itch. As for Laios, well ... he had a little crush. It was innocent, fleeting. Puppy love. Nothing to write home about. Nothing that would stay.
Except that it was and it did. It would.
The proof had been in every second they spent together tonight. In the way Laios had looked at him, touched him, held him, kissed him. It was in the way he knelt for him and curled into him right now, savouring every little touch he could get. Knowing this was almost over and he had to take in what he could.
Chilchuck had never wanted to but there was no denying he held Laios' beating heart between his palms.
And even though the thought terrified him to no end and left him sick to his stomach ... there was no part of him that did not want to treat that heart gently. Even if it would leave him shaking every step of the way.
"Hey there", he mumbled, voice thick as he reached out with the other hand to cradle Laios' other cheek, pulling him just a bit closer as golden eyes fluttered open. "Don't look like that, stranger. This was ... fun. I wouldn't mind doing it again."
A flurry of emotions danced across Laios' features. Confusion, disbelief, hope, longing, doubt...
"But ... but you said..."
"I know what I said. But I think ... I changed my mind."
Even more emotions, more confusion, more disbelief, more giddy excitement.
Chilchuck's stomach was twisting but he owed Laios gentle hands and honesty. Also bluntness.
"I can't promise you anything", he said firmly, freezing Laios' expression in careful attentiveness. "But maybe we can start by ... forgetting about the whole never speak of it again thing?"
"Yes", Laios agreed immediately, eyes wide as he nodded. "Yes I ... I would love to speak of it again! I would, uh ... love doing it again! I ... I really like..."
"I know", Chilchuck interrupted him quickly. He could not hear it yet. Knowing was already enough to almost make him throw up. "I know and that's ... alright. I just need time, yes? We have to take it slow."
Considering his words Laios gave a slow, thoughtful nod.
"Yes, of course." Then an almost imperceptible smile snuck onto his lips, a glint in his eye. Sly and mischievous. "Half-foot steps."
"Do you want to die?", Chilchuck roared but his brief puff of anger disappeared with the first sounds of Laios' laughter ringing clear and carefree between them, cheeks scrunching up below his palms.
"Sorry, sorry", Laios said, raising his hands to cup Chilchuck's much smaller ones. "Slow sounds good. Anything you need."
"We need to figure out how to navigate this. Especially when it comes to the party. I won't let this impact our work."
A hum, a nod of agreement.
"You will figure something out", Laios said, complete trust in his words. "We do whatever you need us to do. But..."
"But?" The question was somewhat distracted as Chilchuck's brain began ticking away, already trying to wrap around this strange, new situation and how to best work with it.
"But can that be a question for tomorrow? I want ... I don't know. Can we just be ... close? For a bit longer?"
Watching Laios fumble through his needs was way too endearing. Chilchuck could not help but open his arms for the bumbling idiot.
"Come here."
As Laios shot up to wrap strong arms around him and bury a gleeful grin against his neck the only feeling left in Chilchuck's stomach was warm, bubbling contentment.
~
The End
#chilaios#laichil#chilchuck tims#laios touden#dunmeshi#powerbottom chil#servicetop laios#aaaaand we're done#this was not planned this way#but i had loads of fun#thanks to everyone sticking around and checking the updates#i see you and i love you#keep your eyes peeled for this to go up on ao3 soon
39 notes
·
View notes
Text
Forbidden Fruit - Part XV
Part I
The insane thing about this night was not only that Laios spoke nothing but the truth - he did end up taking care of Chilchuck in more ways than either of them had planned for or were even aware of - it was that Chilchuck not only allowed it but felt it. He did feel taken care of by Laios in ways he never would have been able to anticipate.
Yes, there was that faraway hissing at the very back of his mind and the distant prickling sensation along neck. But at that moment Chilchuck had no idea why he ever paid attention to them if they had kept him away from this: Laios braced above him, sweaty and glowing, rocking into him with lazy, unhurried motions. His heat radiating, comforting, all encompassing, around and inside Chilchuck.
"Want to make you come again, Chil. Felt so good the first time. Will you? Will you come for me again?" It was a low rumble, a dangerous blend of greed and devotion, as Laios slowly picked up his pace. "Just want to make you feel good. Gonna make you feel so good again..."
Had Chilchuck been able to process the full extent of what was happening the intense ferocity with which Laios began to chase his goal might have either scared him or left him dizzyingly aroused. Probably both. As it were he still had his eyes closed and his mouth stuffed, having blissfully given himself to Laios' care. Because it felt right. And because he was so very tired of pretending it did not.
Laios fucked him good, speeding up to fill him over and over again. By now his body had gotten used to the invasion and took that impressive length with something akin to ease, leaving Chilchuck moaning with nothing but pleasure each time he was stuffed. His head was spinning, his surroundings dissolving until everything left was Laios above and around and inside him. It felt right, perfectly endless.
Until Laios shifted again, pulling his thick thumb out from between Chilchuck's lips to grab the backs of his knees with both hands and push them up.
Chilchuck yelped an embarrassing noise, his eyes flying open as he was folded in half, knees hitting his shoulders as Laios pressed him down with considerable strength and weight, trapping him entirely. At the same time he used the give of the mattress to bounce Chilchuck back up onto his cock with each deep thrust, giving their movements momentum as he picked up even more speed.
"Laios!", Chilchuck cried out, warning or protesting or begging, he had no idea. He only knew that with the change in angle and position and the way Laios was staring down at him as if he were waiting for Chilchuck to accomplish some amazing feat, the thundering wave of his second orgasm was fast approaching.
He wanted to say something, tell Laios to keep going, maybe, but he was choking on his own cries. Being bounced up into Laios' greedy thrusts, wrenching a hand between their bodies to give himself two or three tight strokes, Chilchuck came a second time, shouting curses in a language his lover would not understand.
Laios fucked him through it, steady and dependable as he made sure Chilchuck enjoyed his peak to the very last second. It was only when Chilchuck stopped shivering and twitching that he began to slow, easing Chilchuck's legs down. When he moved to pull out though, satisfied as he seemed, Chilchuck slapped his clean hand up against a thick bicep. His head was still swimming with perfect bliss but this was just wrong.
"No!", he huffed out, breathless but determined. This was not the end, not yet. "Go on, finish inside. I can take it."
Golden eyes stared down at him, hesitant but barely.
"Are you ... sure? I won't hurt you?"
"I'm sure. Now do it before I change my mind."
Never let it be said Chilchuck Tims was a selfish bastard in bed. Anywhere else, gladly. Not with this, though. Especially not tonight after Laios had done so well for him.
Above him Laios grinned, wide and wild, then moved them around again. He sat back on his knees, pulling Chilchuck with him to lie in his lap and sprawled back along his thighs. His back was bowed like this, body on full display with his legs wrapped around Laios' waist.
"Is this alright?", Laios asked, body tense as he still held back, waiting patiently for approval. Chilchuck gave it with pleasure.
~
Part XVI
36 notes
·
View notes
Text
Forbidden Fruit - Part XII
Part I
It was actually rather nice. The intense, overwhelming feeling of being stuffed offset by the way Laios held him close. Strong arms so careful as they wrapped around his body. Grounding him without ever squeezing too tightly.
Then there was the scent that invaded his senses up close.
Hot sweat, salt and musk and something so Laios. Metal and leather, blood and spices. Rich, damp earth.
Home.
Chilchuck bit his tongue and squirmed, wrenching back that sliver of control he had let slip. He met the grind of Laios' hips with certainty, circling his own in tandem with the tallman's careful motions. Then he leaned back enough to regain his balance, strong arms giving him space to move as he pleased.
This was better, cleaner, cooler, with the extra inches of space between them. Chilchuck could work with more ease this way, take what he wanted. Though that scent did not leave his senses. Warm and beckoning. So intense at the delicate juncture between neck and shoulder. One of those soft spots he yearned to sink his teeth into and leave bitten and bruised. It was still perfectly pale right now, flushed, with a thin sheen of sweat, yes. Way too inviting to leave unmarred.
Chilchuck tore his eyes away from the tempting sight and chose to rest his gaze on something less dangerous. A dark grain in the wooden headboard just beside Laios' neck. At least like that he would be way less inclined to lean forward and sink his teeth where they did not belong.
He leaned back even further, prompting Laios to fan long fingers across his back and catch some of his weight.
"Ah, yes, that's good", he murmured as the angle inside him shifted and the pressure with it. The length was now pushing up against his lower stomach with more intensity and as Chilchuck tilted his hips back and forth, giving slow, experimental movements, he could feel it rub right along his prostate.
The feeling made him groan and he let go of Laios' neck to reach back with both arms and brace himself against strong thighs, allowing the angle to get just a bit more intense. Letting his movements grow just a bit bolder. Still slow and languid, but more certain, until he was riding Laios with smooth, controlled motions.
Each careful rise and fall of his hips made Laios' cock slide along his prostate, sending tingles of hot arousal all the way into his fingertips and toes. The incredible stretch made it all the more delicious, a challenge to take, a sweet victory to revel in.
Chilchuck had just found the right balance, the perfect angle and rhythm to get lost in, when the sound of Laios voice rasped against his mind and made his blood simmer with need.
"Chil ... oh, Chil just ... just look at you..."
At first the words did not even register. He pushed them away, filing them under senseless babbling that was better to remain uninvestigated. But then Chilchuck caught a shift in Laios' expression from the very edges of his gaze and his undisciplined eyes flicked over to the tallman's face.
Those golden eyes were large with wonder and desire as they stared down between them, flushed lips parted to pant out heavy, heated breaths.
"Look at you..."
Chilchuck did. Wandering down his eyes came to rest on his own body, hips moving slow and diligent. In time with the movement there was a shadow, wandering up and down along his lower abdomen. At first he could not make sense of the sight. Then, as he tilted his head to the side, something shifted and clicked into place. Chilchuck felt his stomach lurch and his muscles squeeze tight with a terrible blend of greed and arousal and utter mortification. He wanted to melt and burst and scream.
Instead he froze and whimpered.
There was a bulge on his lower stomach where Laios' cock pressed up against it from the inside. Not too large, but definitely there. Chilchuck had seen it wander with his own movements, up and down, in and out. The realisation left his head spinning with how wrong it looked, how obscene.
It was the hottest thing he had ever witnessed.
A large hand shifted from his back to his side, slowly coming forward to slide across his stomach. Covering the bump it found there.
"Chil...", Laios whispered, a heated secret between them. "Can you ... feel this?"
Before Chilchuck could stop him, or even consider if he wanted to, Laios pressed down.
White hot stars exploded before Chilchuck's eyes and his arms buckled behind him, leaving Laios to catch his weight with just one hand. He was not even sure whether it was the feeling of that intense pressure still rising or the very idea of Laios massaging and pressing down against his own length while it was buried inside Chilchuck that left him gasping. Maybe both. Probably both.
But he knew he needed to stop this before his brain melted out of his ears.
~
Part XIII
39 notes
·
View notes
Text
Forbidden Fruit - Part XI
Part I
Laios leaned back then, still cradling the back of Chilchuck's head as he looked at him, blond lashes fluttering. Chilchuck felt himself flush bright hot under that penetrating gaze.
"Doing so well..." There was a dip to that voice that made arousal squirm low in Chilchuck's abdomen, his chest squeezing tight again with fear and need. "You can take more for me, can't you?"
By now that hand was gripping his hip tight enough it was sure to leave bruises, dark imprints of Laios' greedy fingers on his skin. The thought made Chilchuck swallow. Still Laios made no move to try and push Chilchuck lower, to make him take more. No, he was patient. Despite the simmering heat in his gaze and the low purr in his voice he was patient. Gave Chilchuck all the control he needed and took none for himself. As if he really knew this was the only way this could ever work. As if he really knew what Chilchuck needed right now.
The thought was as comforting as it was terrifying and Chilchuck had to close his eyes and turn away. There was a lump in his throat when he swallowed again.
No more breaks. Breaks gave Laios a chance to talk, to look at him, to see him, and that was way too dangerous.
So with a steadying breath and his eyes still closed Chilchuck sank lower. Took more. Took that cock deeper. Allowing it to fill him up until he was near to bursting and there was still more left. The remaining parts of that length were impossible to take right now but Chilchuck could not take a break.
What he could do though, was what he had set out to do. He rose up onto his knees again, allowing Laios' cock to slide out almost all the way. It was not easy, not a simple glide as it had been with the fingers before. He was still too tight for that, muscles fluttering and protesting. But it worked and a moment later, breath controlled and eyes still closed, he sank down again.
Laios moaned for him, high pitched and pretty and not moving. Good.
Chilchuck continued for a while, building a controlled rhythm, slow and patient but determined. Each time he sank back down onto that cock he felt like he could take just a little more, feeling it push just a bit deeper. It was already more than he had ever taken before, the length filling him in ways he had not known to be possible. But Chilchuck was well aware of his limits and he was not there yet. Not quite.
His eyes remained closed. To focus on the task at hand, of course, and for no other reason.
After a while Laios' hand slipped down to his neck, across his shoulder blades and down his spine, until it came to rest in the small of Chilchuck's back. The touch was warm and not unwelcome as it was only there to comfort, not guide any of Chilchuck's movements.
"Gods, look at you", came that feverish voice again, low and breathless. "Never seen you like this. You're incredible..."
Chilchuck had to make him shut up.
He dove forward and crushed their lips together. Wasting no time he pressed his tongue into Laios' mouth and licked deep, desperate to both silence and taste. Laios met him with somewhat muted fervour, his own movements slow, almost reverent, against Chilchuck's heated swipes of tongue.
It worked to shut him up. But it also made Laios tilt his hips and pull Chilchuck closer and maybe it was because of the slight change in angel or the distraction of the kiss or maybe it would have happened either way. But when Chilchuck let himself slide down Laios' length the next time he came to rest entirely in Laios' lap. That cock fully sheathed inside him.
Laios groaned into their kiss, a rumble from deep within his chest as he wrapped both arms around Chilchuck's body. Not too tightly. Yet still enough to press their bodies close together, Chilchuck's own dripping length trapped between them.
They parted from their kiss, both panting, short of breath. Chilchuck dared to open his eyes and immediately that gaze bore through him again. Burning bright with excitement and pride and greed and so much more he could not decipher.
"All the way", Laios whispered, "You ... you really took me all the way, Chil. I really didn't ... gods, you feel so good..." He shivered at the last words, body shaking against Chilchuck's. "Thank you, ah, thank you..."
"Don't thank me, idiot...", Chilchuck forced out but there was no heat to the words, no annoyance. Instead his voice was strained and trembling, arms shaking where they were wrapped around Laios' neck. And when exactly had that happened?
"Sorry, sorry..." Quiet mumbling as Laios leaned down to nuzzle against Chilchuck's cheek, his neck. "You're just so, ungh..."
Then there was movement to those strong hips, a subtle circular motion that made him grind even deeper, building delicious, tortuous pressure. Chilchuck groaned and collapsed into Laios' arms and, strangely, did not hate himself for it.
~
Part XII
33 notes
·
View notes
Text
Forbidden Fruit - Part XVI
Part I
"Yes. Go on."
As soon as he said the words those large hands were everywhere, pawing and gripping and squeezing, leaving Chilchuck's sensitive skin tingling all over as those strong hips began rocking forward and into him again.
Chilchuck was tight like this, having just reached his peak for a second time, but Laios' movements were careful, almost gentle. He seemed to enjoy the intense squeeze around his cock, shivering each time he pushed deep. His eyes, large and full of wonder, roamed across Chilchuck's body, across bruises and glistening smears of come, until they landed on his face. There was something in his expression, something like disbelief, something terrifyingly close to worship, that made Chilchuck melt underneath him.
"Come on", he whispered, unsure if the tallman's ears had even picked up his words yet unable to speak louder. "You've been so good for me all night. You can be good just one more time. You can come, right? You can be a good boy for me and come."
It was not a question, not a suggestion. With the way Chilchuck's voice dipped low at the end there was only one way to take the words: As an order. And while Laios was certainly not great at taking orders most days he was excellent at taking this one.
The hands that had been aimlessly roaming his body grabbed him, held him in place as those hips began rolling forward with more purpose. Still considerate but determined to chase their goal. All the while Laios was still looking down at him with breathless disbelief and adoration. Chilchuck wanted to squirm under that gaze, wanted to throw both arms across his face and hide his burning cheeks. Instead he kept talking, hands fisting into the tousled sheets to keep himself from hiding or reaching out.
"That's right, just like that ... you've earned it. Fucked me so good, just what I needed..."
"Yeah?" It was a whine, drawn out and needy as Laios kept chasing his peak, his eyes growing hazy. "Did I do good? Did I make you feel..."
"So good. Made me feel amazing..."
One of those hands shifted, the other still enough to keep him securely in place as the palm came to cover Chilchuck's abdomen. Pressing down.
Chilchuck let out a tired groan at the rising pressure, the reminder of that bulge where Laios had filled him so obscenely. Still did, right underneath that touch.
"Amazing", Laios mumbled, biting his lip as his movements grew erratic for a few rough thrusts. Then his eyes crossed and he shuddered, yanking Chilchuck's hips close as he came deep inside. Chilchuck groaned deeply as slick warmth flooded him. He was not new to this but the sheer amount of come the tallman pumped into him, cock twitching and twitching and twitching inside, left him light headed.
Was that a tallman or a Laios thing? Or, he mused in his swimming mind, a Laios fucking him thing? A holding back so long to please and take care of Chilchuck he was reduced to this after finally being allowed to take something for himself thing? His swimming mind liked the idea. Being able to coax this out of Laios when nobody else could.
Something at the back of his neck prickled but Chilchuck allowed himself to ignore it.
"Oh...", Laios sighed after a while, once his cock had finally stopped twitching. "Oh, you look so good, Chil..."
Indeed those golden eyes were back on him, roaming his body in time with gentle hands petting up and down his sides, along his chest and across his abdomen, pressing down gently were Laios' cock was still buried deep.
Chilchuck grunted at the feeling, the pressure beginning to tip into uncomfortable.
"Alright", he rumbled, pushing himself up on his elbows with considerable effort. Apparently his body would have preferred to remain a boneless, floating mass for a while longer. "You need to move..."
"Yes, yes ... let me ... pull out..." The words were considerate. The tone still heated.
Chilchuck understood why when Laios began to lift his hips, cock slowly pulling out of his sore hole. As soon as it slipped free a frightening amount of come began dripping from him onto Laios' cock and his lap.
Another low, drawn out whine that Chilchuck answered with a sharp glare. He had several ideas what kinds of thoughts were crossing the tallman's mind at the moment.
"Don't you dare", he hissed but the words did not cut as much as he would have liked. His voice hoarse and still breathless, his body soft and tired as he let himself fall back onto the mattress. "Get me a towel."
~
Part XVII
31 notes
·
View notes
Text
Forbidden Fruit - Part II
Part I
Thankfully Laios was already scrambling for the bed so Chilchuck did not have to decide whether to throttle, bite or kiss him. Instead he stayed behind, letting his head thump back against the door with a low sigh.
When he reached up to run his fingers across his throbbing lower lip they came back bloody. In the heat of the moment he had not even noticed how harsh some of the bites were. This had been going on for how many minutes? And he was already losing his grip. Already allowed Laios under his skin. In more ways than one.
Chilchuck had to be very careful. His plan would only work if he managed to find the delicate balance between getting what he needed out of this single encounter without losing himself too much to his urges. To Laios eyes and hands and teeth.
Across the room the tallman worked to take off his boots, then laid down along the bed, still fully clothed, his eyes snapping back to Chilchuck. They were bright and expectant. Excited. Hungry.
That greedy, impatient part of Chilchuck wanted to stalk over there, climb atop him and pay his split lip back in kind. Instead he forced himself to stillness for another long, silent moment. Taking conscious breaths to steady himself and find back into his plan. Into the story of two strangers meeting at a tavern for a single, meaningless fuck before returning to their respective lives. The story he needed to tell himself to find back to sanity after tonight.
"Alright, stranger", he said as he finally pushed himself away from the door and stepped towards the bed. "Here is how this will work: I am going to fuck your mouth now. Then I will ride you. And you will lie there like a good boy and not try anything funny. Understood?"
He cringed at his own words but the tallman was already nodding his enthusiastic agreement.
"Absolutely, yes. No objections."
Then he shuffled further up the bed to stuff a pillow behind his head, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. It was soft and wet and perfectly inviting and oh, Chilchuck should have known that no story he ever told himself could protect him from Laios.
Chilchuck swallowed. Twice. Then looked down as he began to fumble with his belt and breeches. By the time he managed to undress himself entirely he felt somewhat steady again. Enough to look back at the bed where the tallman was resting, pliant and ready. Of course he was still watching Chilchuck with now hooded eyes, gaze roaming up and down his exposed body like he had never seen him naked before. Which was all too well because, in their story, he had not.
The rapt attention and readiness to please made Chilchuck's exposed cock twitch, a movement that drew they tallman's gaze, lower lip glistening with spit.
On a whim Chilchuck closed the remaining distance and reached out to slide two fingers along the tallman's tongue and into his mouth. Eager lips closed around them, swallowing to pull them deeper, all the way up to the knuckles that bumped against greedy teeth. His fingers were worried between them, insistent but careful enough, as that tongue lapped around them, swallowing and sucking. All the while golden eyes stared up at him, hooded and heated. Begging for more.
Chilchuck would not deny them any longer.
"That's enough", he forced out, voice just a bit hoarse with his own need. The tallman released him immediately but not without a low whine of protest, leaving his fingers slick as he opened wide again.
"Good. Very good. Less teeth on my cock, you hear?"
Another eager nod and Chilchuck finally moved to climb onto the bed as well. Straddling the tallman's chest was no simple feat but manageable as large hands came up to steady him. They were unbidden but not unwelcome so Chilchuck allowed their presence as they curled around his thighs.
Now that open mouth was so close, close enough he could feel hot, panting breaths wash over his length. The feeling had him throb again and Chilchuck reached down to give himself a few tight strokes. Working a bead of precome out of his slit. The impatient part of him clawed at his insides, urging him to push his cock deep, as deep as it would go, but Chilchuck had it under control.
He did shift closer, close enough to push his very tip against the tallman's waiting tongue and rub his wetness against it. There was an eager twitch as the tallman moved to take more of him, but Chilchuck had expected this. His hand was faster as he curled his fingers into blond hair and pushed him back, held him steady.
"Stay", he chided, tone almost playful as the tallman fell still beneath him. Only that tongue was allowed to move against him. Lapping at and swirling around his tip as Chilchuck milked more beading excitement onto it.
And even when he was given so little those golden eyes still glazed over as the man groaned, savouring the taste. It made Chilchuck spurt another dribble of precome against that eager tongue and soon he could not hold back anymore.
The noise the tallman moaned against his cock as Chilchuck slid inside was utterly unholy and vibrated through his entire body. The deeper Chilchuck pushed the more that mouth became alive around him, tongue swirling, jaws clicking and throat working as he swallowed hard and sucked him deep. It engulfed his length entirely, the tallman's nose eagerly buried in well trimmed chestnut hair as he took him down to the base. Chilchuck could feel the back of the man's throat work around his tip, more than happy to accommodate him.
"Oh fuck", he panted, fingers still buried in golden hair while his free hand came up to brace against the headboard. "Fuck, that's good ... like that. Good boy..." Something at the back of his mind flinched at the praise but it was soon silenced by a clever tongue swirling around him and an eager mouth working him so perfectly.
~
Part III
~
Kofi | AO3 | twitter
37 notes
·
View notes
Text
#chilaios#laichil#chilchuck tims#laios touden#dunmeshi#powerbottom chil#servicetop laios#ao3 link#here we gooooo ao3 post babeeyyyy
43 notes
·
View notes
Text
Forbidden Fruit - Part IX
Part I
A groan, low and greedy, as those three fingers pushed deep.
"Anything. Anything you want, Chil." The words sounded slightly slurred and Chilchuck did not doubt for a second that Laios would do anything he asked. Good thing he already had a plan, then.
"Pull them out. Slowly", he ordered as he fought to get back on his knees, legs having parted enough to lie flat against Laios' chest somewhere along the way. As he pushed himself up he silently mourned the loss of wet friction against his cock, hanging slick and heavy between his thighs.
Meanwhile Laios, of course, did as he had been told. He was careful, paid attention to every twitch and squirm as he slowly pulled his fingers out. It was a satisfying feeling, the slick slide of them utterly painless. But they also left Chilchuck empty once they popped out. That part was way less satisfying.
"Very good", he still praised, shifting his weight as he pushed himself upward. "Now sit back against the headboard."
An uncertain pause. Then rustling and scrambling.
It did not take long until Chilchuck could sit back in Laios' lap, that thick cock caught underneath him as he leaned against the tallman's chest. It was an interesting position, comfortable. Yet it would allow him to do as he pleased, ride Laios as he planned, and finally get to feel that cock inside him. If only the other man would stop shifting underneath him.
"Uh, Chil?", he began, careful yet his voice still dripping need. "Can we, uhm ... can you turn around? I'd like to ... look at you."
He should probably say no. At least that was what that hissing voice at the back of his mind suggested and when exactly had it become louder again? Still he considered for a moment. Turning around and looking right at Laios as he took him inside would make this so much more intimate. Chilchuck had planned to keep the intimacy at a minimum. For the sake of his own sanity, and all that.
But then again, that slight switch in position would make the angle more fitting and also take the stress off his knees and thighs at least somewhat. Besides, and for some reason that felt most important as he sat there and pondered, apparently it mattered to Laios.
"Alright", he murmured as he got back up on his knees and turned around in the tallman's lap. "Happy now?"
The beaming smile was answer enough. As were the strong arms wrapping around his body and pulling him close.
"Very", Laios grinned as he leaned down to nuzzle his face into Chilchuck's hair. "Very happy." That tone, bright and beautiful and honest, made something in Chilchuck's chest flutter and that voice hiss even louder. Before he knew what he was doing he had wrenched a hand between them and pushed the tallman back.
"Good, yes. That's nice. Just ... give me some space to work here." He did not look up or wait for a reaction, instead turning his gaze down where Laios' perfect cock was trapped between their bodies. It was still slick with Chilchuck's spit but that would not be enough. So he held up a hand, snapping his fingers.
"Get me the oil."
There was some straining and jostling but soon Laios pushed the jar into Chilchuck's hand who unceremoniously tipped it over to drip some more oil between them. The golden droplets hit Laios’ tip and slid down his length, making his cock quiver.
"How do you like that, huh?", Chilchuck asked, part joking, as he held out the jar again for Laios to put away. The tallman did, then turned back to Chilchuck with his burning focus.
"Feels hot. Can I...?" Without waiting for an answer a large hand reached down between their bodies to encircle both their cocks with long fingers. Any protest Chilchuck might have uttered died in his throat around a groan. Laios' grip was tight, squishing them together as he gave them a slow, indulgent stroke, spreading the oil. The contrast between those calloused fingers and the soft pressure of that length against his own left Chilchuck's head spinning.
His eyes found the place where Laios gripped them, pushed them together, and the difference in size was almost funny. Chilchuck was rather well endowed and yet reached just about half of Laios' length. Still, it did not seem like much of a problem. Not with the way Laios moaned and rocked his hips as he massaged them. Knowing him he most likely enjoyed the feeling because of and not despite their differences.
He catered his strokes and the way he squeezed them entirely to the shapes of Chilchuck's cock, making sure to massage the entire length of him as he pushed them together. Tight and slow, then loose and faster. Then he used the inside of his palm to rub across Chilchuck's tip, making him shudder with the intense stimulation before returning to indulgent strokes.
The touches were playful, experimental, almost sweet in their curiosity. Yet his eyes were wide and burning as they watched Chilchuck's every twitch and reaction. Observing and cataloguing and does it feel good, Chil? Need you to feel good.
It did feel good. Good enough to get lost in. Good enough to lose focus.
Before Chilchuck knew it his fingers dug into the muscles of one strong shoulder, his other hand getting lost in blond hair, tugging downwards. When their lips met it was almost violent, teeth and tongues clashing and gnawing. He twitched when Laios found the split in his lip again and started sucking on it, hand speeding up where it stroked both of them.
~
Part X
29 notes
·
View notes
Text
Forbidden Fruit - Part XIII
Part I
If only Chilchuck could catch his breath. If only he would be able to gather his thoughts enough to focus. If only he could string together a single sentence, no matter how short.
But with the way Laios rocked his hips, slow but firm, grinding up along his prostate and keeping that palm pressing down against the obscene bulge of his lower abdomen ... there was no way out of this. No chance to take a step back, to bring distance and safety between them.
Chilchuck was caught between large hands, pinned under a hungry gaze, speared open and left gasping. His own cock was dripping a steady stream of fluids as his prostate was massaged, his body was burning up and there was nowhere left to run. No story left to tell, no fantasy world where this was anything but raw and real.
He shivered as icy realisation pumped through his veins, offsetting the heat trapped beneath his skin.
And right there, with those golden eyes all bright and attentive, Laios' bitten lips pulled into a soft smile.
"I know", he breathed, palm gently rubbing across the bump. "It's ... it's a lot. But don't worry, I got you."
Despite the sweet words Laios’ motions grew more insistent, hips rocking upwards until they were almost rutting into Chilchuck. Holding him still right where he was kneeling. Fucking up into his tight and pliant body.
Chilchuck shivered again, this time not with terror.
"I promise, I got you. And I'll take care of you. Good care. If you let me. Ah, please Chil, let me take care of you. I'll make you feel ... so good..."
That smile was the sweetest thing Chilchuck had ever seen Laios wear, his eyes wide and eager as he kept up the rhythm of his snapping hips. As if he understood. As if he knew and saw.
Maybe Chilchuck had lost his mind somewhere along the way. Maybe his brain had already melted or the onslaught of dizzying stimulation had burnt out some vital connections. Because he was not scared anymore.
It was not a conscious decision to nod at Laios' whose smile pulled into a wide, joyful grin. Not a choice to let his weight collapse into large, warm hands that held him up with gentle ease. But it still felt good, right, to let go and give himself to the moment. To the one man he trusted with his entire being to always treat him with care and respect.
Maybe that was the most dangerous thing of all.
"Oh gods, yes", Laios whispered as he felt Chilchuck soften in his arms. Not too much, not entirely, relinquishing just enough control to allow Laios what he had begged for: To take care of him. "I got you, Chil. I got you..."
His grip shifted back to Chilchuck's hips and, after finally having gotten permission, he began to move them. Urging them to rise and fall in time with his own thrusts, pushing deep, then sliding out again.
With the hand gone from Chilchuck's abdomen the pressure and stimulation of his prostate were less intense. Still enough to make him groan with each deep thrust but at least he could breathe freely again.
Looking down Chilchuck could now clearly see the outline of that cock bulging his usually concave abdomen, sliding up along his insides with each controlled roll of their hips grinding together. It was visible proof of what they had accomplished together. Of what Laios was doing to him. How he had opened Chilchuck up and filled him and changed his body to fit their needs. Maybe irreversibly.
The thought, as irrational as it was, made Chilchuck pull tight around Laios' cock as his own gave a heavy throb. Before he realised it one hand had wandered down to press against his abdomen. To feel what Laios was doing to him.
The movement felt as surreal under his palm as it looked yet it made Chilchuck's arousal spike so hard his eyes crossed.
"Right?", Laios groaned, slowing down their movements to a deep, intense grind right into Chilchuck's touch. "You're incredible, Chil. Never thought you could take me like this..."
Neither of them had, it seemed. Good thing they still tried.
The slowing of their joint movement, as intense as it made the moment, set Chilchuck's teeth on edge. Something hot and impatient crawling under his skin. A moment later he caught himself squirming in Laios' grip.
"Come on", he rumbled, vision sharpening as he focused on the other man's flushed face. "Want you to fuck me..."
Laios' expression, dreamy and soft just a moment ago, brightened at the words.
"Really?"
Pulling together the last bits of resolution he could muster Chilchuck bit out a sharp "I will not ask again, Laios" and hoped he would not have to. Because if Laios waited a minute longer he just might.
~
Part XIV
#chilaios#laichil#chilchuck tims#laios touden#dunmeshi#powerbottom chil#servicetop laios#time to put the real capital S Service into servicetop#poor chilchuck never stood a chance
38 notes
·
View notes
Text
Forbidden Fruit - Part XIV
Part I
Thankfully Laios allowed him to save face, immediately stirring to action. He shifted his weight underneath Chilchuck, leaning back against the headboard and putting up his knees to brace his feet against the mattress. He shifted Chilchuck's body, pulling him forward until he rested against Laios’ chest. One hand remaining at his hip, the other wrapping around his back to give him stability. And to keep him in place.
It was so easy for him to push and pull Chilchuck around, place him right where he wanted him. But he would never do so without permission, had not done anything like this all night, before Chilchuck allowed him to. That was enough to make a bright feeling simmer hot in his abdomen. Knowing this was only happening because he had given Laios permission and control. That he could take it back anytime. But that he did not have to and instead could enjoy what Laios might do with it.
Holding Chilchuck close and still against his body Laios braced himself, shifted his weight, and began to move.
There was nothing curious or experimental about the motions anymore. Laios had already figured out how exactly he wanted to fuck Chilchuck and he did so with abandon.
Quick thrusts that were not as deep or as powerful but that came to build a frantic, greedy rhythm that fit him perfectly. Allowed to take what he wanted there was no stopping him as he fucked Chilchuck fast and rough enough to make his teeth rattle.
Clawing at the headboard for something to hold on to Chilchuck's arms found Laios' shoulders again, wrapping around his neck to pull himself even closer. With no reason to hold back anymore if Laios was not either he buried his face in the crook of the tallman's neck, inhaling deeply.
Sweat and metal and home.
His teeth found delicate, flushed skin and buried themselves deep.
Beneath him, around him, Laios groaned and fucked him with even more fervour, shoving himself deeper with each thrust, making Chilchuck bounce in his lap. The hand wrapped around his hip, helping him along with each movement, gripped him even harder, fingertips pressing into his skin to leave more bruises. At least Chilchuck hoped so, somewhere in his swimming mind.
Chilchuck allowed himself to let go, allowed his body to relax as his cock drooled and dripped where it was trapped between their bodies. Despite the delicious, constant stimulation, or maybe because of it, he had no desire to take care of it. His previous orgasm had sated him enough to not care about his own release at the moment, more than content to draw this out and enjoy however long Laios felt like spoiling him.
It was easy to lose himself to the feeling, the scent and heat and sound of their fucking, sating something deeply rooted and famished inside him. He lost focus again. Unsure, for how long Laios fucked him like they were both drowning and starving.
After a while of being perfectly happy suspended in time and space there was a shift. Laios slowed down. Did not stop, but slowed enough for Chilchuck to pull back from his neck with a confused noise. The skin he had worried between his teeth was not broken, but flushed an angry purple with clear, deep markings of his teeth. The sight was wonderfully satisfying.
"I'll pick you up, yeah?", Laios asked, panting heavily as he shifted his weight. His body was hot and sweaty and Chilchuck groaned at the obvious signs of his exertion.
Only when Laios did not move for a too long moment did his words sink in and Chilchuck realised he had been asked for permission. Good boy.
"Oh, yeah. Sure", he nodded, his mouth dry. "Just ... don't stop."
"Hmm, feeling good?", Laios hummed with an excited grin as he scooped Chilchuck up in his arms, then tilted him over until he was sprawled out on his back with his legs spread wide and Laios still deep inside him. A calloused hand came up to cup the side of his face.
"Look so good, too, Chil. So beautiful when you let go for me…"
Something far in the back of his mind twinged and Chilchuck felt himself buck underneath Laios’ massive body, his cock throbbing with excitement.
Despite his sluggish thoughts he wanted to answer something, ready to blurt out anything that came to mind, but a rough thumb brushed across his lips, then against and between them. Any other time Chilchuck would have bitten down as hard as he could before spitting it out again. Right now though, with his legs spread wide, his hole filled and Laios hovering above him, he only sucked the thumb deeper with a muffled noise.
“Always take such good care of us … about time someone took good care of you, too. So glad it’s me, Chil. So glad you’re letting me take care of you…”
It was breathless babbling but it was sweet and honest and soothed something inside Chilchuck, his eyes fluttering closed as Laios’ hips took up a slow, indulgent rhythm.
~
Part XV
45 notes
·
View notes
Text
Forbidden Fruit - Part VI
Part I
"Very good", he praised, earning a beaming smile in return. Jar in hand he climbed back onto the bed, straddling the tallman's chest once more. Only this time he was seated further down and facing the end of the bed.
It was an unusual position but one that came with a nice view. Tight abs and narrow hips and that thick length that gave a subtle bounce as Chilchuck shimmied into place. A shimmering string of precome connected it to the pool of excitement already smeared against his lower abdomen. It seemed like Chilchuck was not the only one enjoying his view.
"So", he began as he put down the jar of oil on the tallman's abs. There was a slight twitch at the sudden coldness of the glass against his skin but soon a return to careful stillness. Even the breaths below him slowing down. He already understood the assignment. "I'll prepare myself for your fingers, you watch. And if you're nice and still and don't spill anything ... I'll let you touch. Yes?"
"Yes." The word was quiet, breathless, the jar jostling just slightly as the tallman spoke. But his cock gave another twitch. So expressive. Chilchuck enjoyed his view more and more.
Dipping three of his fingers into the oil he slid his legs further apart, giving himself space to work with. Then he threw one last glance over his shoulder, finding the tallman with the knuckles of one hand stuffed between his teeth, the other hand trapped behind his head, and his eyes transfixed on Chillchuck's backside, before reaching behind himself.
His opening was still damp, the ring of muscles already relaxed as he teased it with his fingertips before pushing one inside. The slide was easy and not too tight, the tallman's tongue already having prepared him this much. Still Chilchuck took his time to work that one finger deep, curling and crooking and circling it to test the limits of his prior preparation. When he felt not much resistance he added the second one. That flushed cock before him twitched, a dribble of clear fluid spilling from the tip, and Chilchuck felt himself flush at that clear display of enjoyment. The sticky sweet scent of it was light and beckoning. Distracting, but not too much to make him lose focus of the task at hand.
He leaned forward, as much as he could without tipping over, to give the tallman a better view as he worked both fingers deeper. This time there was more resistance as well as a slight spark of pain, and Chilchuck savoured it before he worked right into the feeling. Twisting his fingers, curling them, pushing them apart to stretch the opening before dipping deep inside again. Behind him the tallman whined and he heard him swallow tightly. Surely using every ounce of self control he had to stay still and not just grab Chilchuck again to get his mouth on him.
Chilchuck continued the work of his fingers for a while longer, pushing them deep and slipping them back again, working his rim and his insides, until even the most subtle sparks of discomfort were gone. Now and again his knuckles brushed down against his prostate, sending heated tingles into his slowly awakening cock. It was not even half hard but they had time and they would get there. It was a pity this position did not allow him to work that bundle of nerves with much efficiency but that was not the point. Besides, he was sure the tallman would take over gladly once Chilchuck allowed it. His angle would be much better if he knew at all how to work it.
The tallman was doing well so far, nothing but the occasional tight tremble making the oil quiver. Keeping his greedy hands to himself, even if he had to hold them in place with teeth and tenacity.
"Alright", Chilchuck conceded as he pulled his fingers out to adjust his position, free hand coming forward to brace himself against a pale hipbone while he tilted his own hips backward. The tallman whined again, cock throbbing and dribbling, the scent of his excitement growing thicker as his view became more clear. "You can put your hands on my legs. Only my legs."
"Thank you." Such honest, breathless relief.
Large hands found his thighs, wrapping around them with ease as palms pressed close and fingertips pushed into his skin, gripping tight without crushing him. Despite the strength and palpable need the touch ... comfortable. Comforting. Chilchuck closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on the way he was touched, the way he was always touched by the tallman. With greed and gratitude and reverence.
Before returning to his task and lining up three fingers. This time it was more of a challenge. His muscles were already loosened but not enough to take three fingers with ease and Chilchuck had to be patient and slow as he worked them inside. Push them deeper, then pull back again. Massage the rim. Take breaks. Then try again.
"Look so good, Chil...", the tallman sighed behind him and Chilchuck was too focused to notice his name, let alone chastise Laios for it. Instead he let the breathless words and that yearning voice wash over him as he pushed deeper through the pain, a soothing salve that left just a dull throb in its wake.
"Look so good bent over for me. Always look so good. Can't wait to touch you ... feel you ... so hot and soft inside..." The grip of strong hands became tighter. Just this side of painful the touch served to ground Chilchuck through his preparations. It took some more time still, minutes filled with slick noises and faint murmurs, until the remaining pain faded entirely into the background and left him trembling for more.
~
Part VII
41 notes
·
View notes
Text
Forbidden Fruit - Part VIII
Part I
Somewhere in the back of his mind and the bristling hairs along his neck there was a voice chastising him. Demanding he get a grip on himself. But all of this would be for nothing if they did not get what they wanted out of tonight. Right now Chilchuck wanted ... many things. So he went for them.
"Come on, Laios, give me more..."
"Yes! Yes of course..." There was a beat of hesitation, then some fumbling. A helpless noise.
Splashes of oil hitting his crack, sliding down to where Laios was still pumping his finger, then even lower until they dripped down his balls, tight and heavy between his spread thighs. Chilchuck shuddered at the feeling but before he could say anything Laios was already talking.
"Alright, alright ... don't wanna hurt you. But I'll give you more. Gonna give you more, Chil. Right now..." His voice was low and feverish and Chilchuck gave another helpless thrust of his hips at the sound of it.
Even with the copious amounts of oil now slathered against his hole, the touch of another fingertip still made Chilchuck jump. Soon though he braced himself, willing his muscles to relax for the intrusion he asked for.
The stretch was more painful this time, a burning and throbbing as he was breached by two thick fingers. But it was a satisfying kind of pain, one that made arousal spark low in his abdomen and sent a tingle all the way into his fingertips.
"Oh, you're so tight", Laios groaned, heated, feet twisting in the sheets and cock throbbing between Chilchuck's fingers. "Stop me if it's too much ... you need to stop me..."
Chilchuck did not dream of it. In an attempt to show his satisfaction he dove forward, opening his mouth wide to take in even more of that thick cock. It was a tight fit and he had to tuck his lips around his teeth to not scrape against delicate skin. Chilchuck could not remember his mouth ever being this full before and he revelled in the feeling.
Laios moaned and pushed his fingers deeper. He was not merciless by any means. He took his time, sliding back and forth, curling them, rubbing up against Chilchuck's inner walls. Either he had experience or he learned a lot watching Chilchuck finger himself. The thought was exciting, having Laios' rapt attention on him just so the man could take good care of him now. Always so eager and attentive.
Chilchuck tried to swallow when saliva pooled inside his mouth, tongue working against the thick length stuffed between his lips. He could not take much like this, just about half. But maybe, with some time and patience, he would be able to. If they warmed up and maybe picked a good position, and...
Something at the back of his mind hissed at him but Chilchuck did not want to hear it. So he focused instead on that satisfying weight on his tongue and in his hands. On the burning stretch where Laios worked him open with patient but insistent fingers. On the haggard rise and fall of that broad chest below him and the friction against his own cock whenever he rubbed it downwards. On the mindless words Laios babbled now and again, hot and breathless.
"Oh, that's good, Chil, relax for me" and "Yes ... yes, just like that" and "Does it feel good, Chil? Need you to feel good" and "Doing amazing ... gods, you look perfect like this..."
Chilchuck lost focus of how much time he spent like that, grinding and sucking and being stretched so thoroughly. At some point more oil was dribbled onto his hole and there was a third finger squeezing in alongside the other two. That one almost left him squealing. But there was a large hand coming up to rub down his back and pet his flank, grounding him so gently Chilchuck groaned and sucked harder and tilted his hips upwards for Laios to continue his work.
By the time three fingers sank into him with ease, all the way up to the knuckles, Chilchuck was boneless, his cock had drooled a sticky patch against Laios' chest and his fingers were slick with his own spit.
"What do you think, should we try a fourth one?", Laios' voice dripped with feverish fascination, the kind of tone said he would not stop until he could fit his entire hand all the way inside Chilchuck's body. The idea made Chilchuck's insides pull tight with senseless greed and yet shook him out of his comfortable stupor.
Anther finger might help, he would probably benefit from any preparation he could get. But Chilchuck had been so very patient all night and the more he licked and sucked around that perfect cock, the more did he want it deep, deep inside him.
He pulled back, releasing Laios' length with a filthy wet sound and panting a few ragged breaths against it.
"No", he sighed, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand. "No, I want you. Now."
~
Part IX
32 notes
·
View notes
Text
Forbidden Fruit - Part X
Part I
A strong arm came to wrap around his back, pulling him close and into the kiss. The pain from the split in his lip was sharp and throbbing and when Laios' pushed a tongue into his mouth a moment later Chilchuck could taste copper as he met it with his own.
Down where Laios was still stroking them both, tight and quick, he could feel the tallman's cock jump against his own as they deepened the kiss and Laios groaned into his mouth.
If Chilchuck was not careful he might end up devoured whole. If he was not very careful, he might even want to be.
But as charming as Laios was, growing increasingly more unhinged for him, and as nice as that hand felt, squeezing and stroking them, Chilchuck wanted more and he was done being distracted.
One hand still buried in blond hair he reached down with the other to grab a diligently working wrist. Laios whined a lost noise of protest into his mouth but he still let go when Chilchuck made him. Did not part from the kiss when instead Chilchuck wrapped his hand around Laios' length. Stroking it once, twice, to make sure the oil was well spread. That cock was slick and hot and perfect and Chilchuck was done waiting around for it. So he took back control. Something that never should have been wrenched from him by calloused hands and burning eyes.
Their kiss was broken as he rose up onto his knees, golden eyes fluttering open where they had been lost in pleasure.
"Are you sure?" The question was stupid and too close to patronising, his touch docile as large hands came to rest on narrow hips. But something about the way Laios looked at him made Chilchuck swallow the sharp reprimand already prickling on his tongue. Instead he gave a grin that was just as sharp.
"Let me show you how sure."
He held stubborn eye contact as he got into position, shifting his hips and using his hold on Laios' cock to angle it just right. Despite the bravado Chilchuck's heart was hammering inside his chest, both with excitement and nerves, as that slick, broad tip brushed up against his opening. Aligning it was simple enough, barely more than a teasing push, a gentle hint at what was to come.
Once he had found the right angle Chilchuck slowly, very slowly, began to lower his hips.
Despite all their preparation, despite Chilchuck's deft fingers and Laios' excited ones, despite the copious amounts of oil and all the time they had taken to get here, the breech was not simple. Laios was large, his tip wide and unforgiving and Chilchuck had to force it in against the protest of his softened muscles and the dull pain he felt as it speared him open.
When it finally popped inside Laios let out a wild, bitten back groan, hips trembling where he tried so diligently to hold them still. Those strong hands grabbed his hips harder, holding on tight without pushing him move. Good. Laios probably knew if he tried anything like that Chilchuck might just end up killing him.
Chilchuck took a moment to breathe and will himself to relax. The pressure was already intense and he had only just taken the very tip of that impressive cock. Yet it was also immensely satisfying and he already wanted more.
So when his breathing was steady and the pain just a dull throb, Chilchuck continued.
Closing his eyes he took his time. Sinking lower, then stopping again. Breathing, relaxing. Sinking. Finding into a patient but consistent rhythm that allowed Chilchuck to lose himself to the sensations. To the feeling of being filled and stretched further and deeper. The feeling of blond hair between his fingers. Hungry lips against his own as he strained back into another kiss.
This time Laios was much less feverish, much less aggressive. Instead their kiss turned almost ... gentle. Softly sliding lips and playfully flicking tongues. Quiet moans. Only the barest hints of teeth. All while Chilchuck let himself sink deeper and deeper, back into Laios' lap.
He was not sure how much he had already taken, only knew he was not close, when a large hand cupped the back of his head and Laios pulled away from their kiss. Not far, just enough to rest his forehead against Chilchuck's.
"Can't believe we're doing this", he breathed, eyes hooded and fixed on Chilchuck's damp and bitten lips. "Can't believe you'd want to try. Feel so good, Chil. So tight for me. And ... and so beautiful..."
For a moment it felt like Chilchuck could not breathe as something squeezed his ribcage, his lungs, his heart.
"What...?", he wheezed, unable to form any smart reply. This was surreal. Nobody had ever called him beautiful before. Saying it was not the first thing that came to mind was probably an understatement. But Laios would not be Laios if he were physically able to leave it at that.
"You are", he breathed, moving his hand to cup Chilchuck's face instead. "Look so beautiful ... taking my cock..."
"Laios..." Chilchuck was not sure if it was supposed to be a warning, a threat or something else entirely. But as he said the tallman's name that cock inside him gave a heavy throb and the grip on his hip tightened.
"Chil", he sighed in return and those hips canted upwards just slightly, pushing just a bit deeper and leaving Chilchuck reeling with more than just compliments.
~
Part XI
#chilaios#laichil#chilchuck tims#laios touden#dunmeshi#powerbottom chil#servicetop laios#fen from about a week ago: just one quick chilaios fic to treat myself#it'll be short and sweet no more than 5 parts#i can just throw them out on tumblr as i go#it's not like i'll clog the tag or anything#now look at me#putting on my clown make-up#sorry chilaios nation
40 notes
·
View notes
Text
Forbidden Fruit - Part VII
Part I
Brushing his knuckles against his sweet spot one last time to encourage his now half hard cock, Chilchuck pulled his fingers out, leaving himself softened and glistening. He allowed himself a moment of stillness to breathe and prepare for what was to come. Then he reached for the jar, still upright and unspilled, to hold it aside for the tallman to grab.
"Your turn", he said, voice only steady because he willed it to. But when eager fingers came up to grab it from him, he pulled his hand away. "Go slow", he added, throwing a stern glance over his shoulder. "And listen when I talk to you."
Behind him the tallman was flushed and eager but the look he gave Chilchuck was alert and certain.
"Yes, of course. Always." The words were said with grave honesty and to his credit, he had listened so far. Been good. Stopped even when he did not want to, kept his hands to himself just because Chilchuck told him to. The one reaching for the jar was still bearing angry teeth marks from where Laios had done everything to hold himself back. Chilchuck would be safe in those huge hands. So he held out the oil jar once again.
Laios took it with his bitten hand, movements slow and careful as if receiving a delicate treasure. Staring at the lightly tinted oil, transfixed, he dipped a finger inside, watching it get swallowed up and coated, then looked at Chilchuck again.
"Can I?", he asked and there were specks of heat gleaming in his eyes, promises of what was to come.
Chilchuck nodded, then turned around. Because his neck was growing stiff and for no other reason.
There was a clunking sound as the tallman set the jar down on the bedside table, so much easier to reach for him. A moment later his hand had already found Chilchuck's body, one hand grabbing his hip to pull it back and tilt it further upwards, the other slipping between his cheeks.
The movement threw Chilchuck off balance and he braced his hands against the tallman's body, both palms finding the planes of his abdomen. As he shifted his eyes found that length, straining and bobbing, and that beckoning scent wafted towards him. Sweet and musky. He only had to reach out, only had to lean forward...
So he did. Bracing his elbows against the tallman's abdomen Chilchuck shifted lower, raised his hips further, and grabbed that length with both hands. Behind him the tallman let out a groan, hips twitching minutely as that cock gave a helpless jerk between his fingers. Neither hand could encircle it entirely, fingertips unable to meet around the sheer width, and the realization made saliva pool under Chilchuck's tongue. It was about time he got his mouth on something as well.
Leaning down he did not dive for the impressive cock between his fingers immediately. Instead he first licked a long stripe across the tallman's abdomen, gathering the precome that was pooling there, slick and inviting. The taste was salty sweet as it coated his tongue and clouded his senses, perfectly intense.
The tallman shivered, mumbling Chilchuck's name. Again. It did not matter. His hands had stilled entirely, caught off guard by the sudden touch, it seemed.
Chilchuck gathered another mouthful, savouring taste and texture, before shaking his hips in the tallman's tightening grip.
"Come on, get to work..."
The open request was enough to rattle the tallman out of his stupor and a moment later Chilchuck felt something press against his opening. Something blunt and wide and slick that pushed into him with ease. There was almost no resistance as that finger sank deep into him and Chilchuck groaned at the feeling of being stretched by something other than his own fingers. Something that pushed and wiggled and reached deeper than he could, brushing different spots along the way.
Behind him there was quiet gasp, the other hand shifting from his hip to cup his ass and pull it aside, spreading him open. It felt filthy, being bared like this for Laios to see but it also made his cock throb. He was entirely hard again.
"Oh ... oh, you're so soft", the tallman breathed, wiggling his finger deep inside. "Feel so good. Gripping me so tight and ... and yet I..." He gave a slow, experimental thrust, sliding back and forth, making Chilchuck feel every bump of his knuckles. It was intense but comfortable, simple in a way things between them had never been. Would never be. So Chilchuck allowed himself to savour just this once.
"Like that", he breathed, pushing back into the wonderful stretch. "Come on, fuck me on your fingers. Get me ready for ... for..." He trailed off as that cock gave a violent twitch between his fingers, pumping out another dribble of precome. This time Chilchuck was ready. He surged forward, diving down to seal his lips around the tip and drink it right up.
The tallman moaned and twitched below him, grabbing Chilchuck's ass even harder as he noticeably strained not to thrust up into the feeling, abs trembling and feet burying into the blankets.
Once Chilchuck had swallowed what he could he stuck out his tongue to lap at the head, enjoying the heat and how soft the sensitive tip felt against his tongue. It took some time of him licking and humming, enjoying the twitches and droplets of precome spurting out for him, until the tallman got used to it.
Finally that strong body softened underneath him and the motion of that finger inside him resumed. Slow and careful at first, giving gentle thrusts, always attentive to Chilchuck's reactions. And Chilchuck reacted willingly, humming and groaning as he was filled, panting agreements and demands against the throbbing tip before closing his lips around it again.
"Yes, ah ... come on, I can take it, I can take ... more...", he gasped, his own length hard and leaking where it was stuck between their bodies. There was a gentle rocking motion to his hips now, back to stuff himself with that thick finger, down to rub his cock against that sturdy chest, forward to wrap his lips around that enticing length. Wherever he bucked and shifted there was more of Laios, carrying him, holding him, filling him, feeding him, and Chilchuck was dizzy with it.
~
Part VIII
35 notes
·
View notes
Text
Forbidden Fruit - Part V
Part I
The tallman's face was flushed pink with delight, the entire lower half slick with his own spit. He had not even been touched yet and already looked perfectly debauched with his hair in disarray and his eyes hazy. The look suited him and Chilchuck allowed himself a moment to take it in.
Until those hands wandered upwards to cup his ass and a probing finger slid between his cheeks.
"Whoa, whoa!", he cried out, squirming backwards out of that grip. The tallman allowed it, though not without a furrow to his brow. "Just what do you think you're doing?"
Pale eyebrows drew even closer together in utter confusion.
"I'm ... preparing you?"
"Not with those hands, you're not! And definitely not without oil!"
"B-but I thought..."
For some reason Chilchuck's heart was beating all the way up in his throat as he reached down to grab one huge hand between both of his, folding thick fingers together until he could hold just a single one of them up to his face.
"Do I look like I can take this", he waved the finger around to demonstrate his point, his own hands tiny cupped around the broad tallman-fist, "with just spit?"
An unsure breath, golden eyes flicking between his frowning face and the hand he held up for both of them. Below him Laios looked every bit the kicked puppy, down to the lost noise he made in the back of his throat.
"I'm sorry, Chil."
Immediately Chilchuck deflated and lowered their hands at the uncomfortable stab in his chest.
Maybe … he could stand to be a bit more patient, even if Laios was overwhelming him every step of the way.
"It's fine, just ... stop calling me that." It was quiet, almost an afterthought, but he had to set this one thing right. For his sanity. Then he took a breath and squeezed the large hand between his fingers.
"I'll start. With oil. Then you can take over. We have to be thorough either way, so ... might as well take our time."
He was just about to climb down from the tallman's body to retrieve the oil when Laios spoke up again.
"Can I watch?"
Chilchuck froze, kneeling above the tallman's chest with his thighs unsteady. Images of him on his back, legs spread wide and hand working between them while Laios looked on flashing before him. His heartbeat stumbled.
"What?"
"Like this, maybe" The hand that was not currently cupped between Chilchuck's came up to rest on his bare hip, radiating a comfortable warmth, "Just ... the other way around? I bet it looks so nice. And ... I swear I'll be good. No, uh ... trying anything funny. Promise. I won't even touch you! Until you say I can..."
That ... did not sound too bad, actually. Sure, there were easier and more comfortable ways to get this done. But he quite liked the idea of having those eyes on him, the tallman watching him with that intense focus as he began preparing himself for that cock. As much as Chilchuck disliked being the centre of attention he might get used to it if it was only Laios' attention he was the centre of. Still, there was one more thing he could think of to make the prospect even more interesting.
"One condition."
"Anything!", the tallman blurted out and Chilchuck knew he meant it. He smirked and squeezed that hand again.
"Undress."
Then he climbed off the bed and retrieved the jar of oil from the bedside table to the sounds of rustling clothes. When he turned back the tallman was kicking off his breeches and wrestling his tunic with an impressive dedication yet little success. Chilchuck watched the flailing with interest until both garments were flung away and all that remained were the smallclothes. Before those could be ripped off unceremoniously as well Chilchuck intervened.
"Slowly now."
The tallman's head whipped around to look at him, eyes wide and cheeks still flushed. He licked his glistening lips before reaching down to grab the hem with both hands, still focused on Chilchuck. The fabric was already tented obscenely but it got even more mouthwatering as the length rose up with the tension of the fabric, then sprung free to bounce against the tallman's lower abdomen with a wet smack.
Chilchuck had seen that cock before but never hard. It did not disappoint. Already impressive when flaccid it was now as thick as his forearm and easily as long. There might just be a real chance that thing would kill him. But Chilchuck was nothing if not determined.
They had all night to make it fit. Just this once.
He watched on as the tallman removed the smallclothes, pushing them down to his thighs, then wiggling out of them until he could kick them off the bed. He got comfortable again, adjusting the pillow as he laid back. The wide expanse of pale skin and lean muscle now on display was inviting. Chilchuck wanted to run his hands across every inch and sink his teeth into only the softest parts.
Maybe there was a version of their story where he did. Where they laid together, taking their time to caress and explore until dawn. But here and now those kinds of sweet, soft urges were dangerous and Chilchuck was well trained in pushing them aside.
~
Part VI
33 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
professor-walnut
Gay Pokemon Nerd
whohasthecards
who has the cards
anxiouscaretaker
i'll take care of you.
