@hatty-patty Fuck. Yes. I love them… I don’t think I can have a separate ask for this blog since it’s a side blog, but I’m excited I really love them feck.
We’re hiding from the authorities and it’s very close quarters in here, I can feel your body against mine.
It’s sorta really short, shitty, dirt….? Welcome to hell, jackass.
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This wasn’t the first time Archippos had been caught stealing things, and it probably wouldn’t be the last, either. The problem was that it was the first time he’d been caught stealing while he was out traveling with Barnabas since they’d coupled. He’d been quick to grab Barney’s hand as he heard the rough clattering of armor charging down the street behind them. The brash angry voice yelling, “Stop! Thieves!” The whir of a crossbow bolt being fired from behind, narrowly missing Archie’s left shoulder.
All this fuss over a silly pair of earrings.
He surged forward in an impressive pull of strength, yanking Barnabas along with him. They cut corners, dodged bullets, and snaked their way through unfamiliar streets in a blaze of purple and maroon until, finally, Archie pulled them into a narrow crevice between two buildings. He tucked his wings in uncomfortably, trying to allow more room for his tiefling companion to squeeze his larger extremities into their makeshift hide-out.
Barnabas had been scolding him the whole time they ran. He knew it’d be no better as soon as they were alone together, but he tried to make the best of the situation.
“Now we’re done havin’ a jog from the proper authorities, would’ja please tell me. What’re they talkin’ about, Archippos?” He breathed evenly, even though Archie himself was winded. He didn’t bother giving an answer right away, however. He’d been too busy adjusting to their hiding spot, trying to sidle up just right…
“I swear, if you been-” He stopped short, a sharp intake of breath before continuing. Bingo. “Stealin’ again, I’ll have you sleep in yer’ own tent a night.” Archie had successfully shuffled his way over enough that he could slip his knee between Barnabas’s thighs, and in turn, shove his own straining erection against Barney’s knee.
“Ooh, you’re going to send me out in this condition?” Archie grinned, his face inches from his companion’s own. “Awfully cruel of you. I’ll just have to… Take care of myself. Or find someone else.” He pressed into Barnabas’s body, lifting his knee to try and stir the tiefling’s double endowed manhood. “I could make it up to you.” His cheeky smile turned wicked.
“Archie.” Barnabas warned, looking at him like one might a disobedient child.
“Oh, come onnnn Barney. It’s fun, yeah?” He leaned back, stretching his body out and rolling his hips like a cat in heat. “’Sides, these are all I took… Not even real silver. Just some knock-off side cart nonsense.” He jingled the stolen earrings between the two of them, showing them off. “Thought they might look good on my chest. We could find out…” He began pulling his shirt apart to slowly expose his pert bluish nipples. Small gems pinching the sides of each and keeping them erect.
Barnabas was not completely immune to Archie’s temptings. It was clear he was trying to keep from giving in and ravishing his boyfriend right then and there by the way his fists were clenched at his sides, but he held fast. He took a breath, face a brilliant shade of red; almost close to his natural skin tone. “As wonderful as ’m sure that would be, ya can’t steal things… I’m an inquisitor. I can’t just let ya’ get away with whatever ya’ want…”
“Ooooh then inquisit me…!” Archie tilted his head back and seductively arched his body, shrugging his shirt around his shoulders and putting all his weight against Barnabas’s thigh, causing the inquisitor to shift his knee out towards Archie, only maximizing the contact area that gave him to feel up his crotch. Barnabas gasped again, resolve falling as he grabbed the smaller man’s hips. His hands nearly wrapped the whole way around the skinny strix, pulling him roughly against his groin.
Archie let out a series of soft coos and moans as they moved together, fully clothed and sweaty from the heat. It didn’t take long for him to find his own release and slump bonelessly against the wall behind him. the front of his tight trousers were a mess, wet semen spilling through his trousers and on Barnabas’s thigh. Almost immediately, Archippos was shoving himself down on his knees, bending his wings and stretching them out to make maneuvering downwards that much easier. He mouthed at the two bulges in Barnabas’s tights, sucking at them through the fabric. He tongued at the tips, moaning Barney’s name, begging him to come. And he obliged.
The two of them made their way out of the crevice as complete messes. Their trousers stained, legs wobbly. Barnabas called his Strider who quickly whisked them away and Archie got to keep the fake nip nap rings and okay the end how does one write.
