Also, I think I would have left this episode feeling cheated if that bastard was fucking rotting on the ground. It was so satisfying, in a way that I find all of Umora’s witchery satisfying. There is something so visceral about a retributive curse, but the combine that with the nobility and honor of a Wild One paladin. Literally masterful.
My disappointment in such a (satisfyingly) nasty nasty villain as Keen being removed from the story so quickly is matched only by my reassurance that he will certainly be replaced with more 😌
i feel like me and everyone needs to be thanking aabria for what she’s doing with suvi in arc 4. the moment she described watching silver weaponize the justification machine as being every moment her friends were silenced in front of her for a truth they couldn’t articulate and she wouldn’t believe??? fuck. she’s been in the trenches defending suvi forever while people excoriated the complex character she created and now as we enter into the beautifully narrated and portrayed growth period i just think it’s time for her flowers. we need to be giving aabria the beautiful presents she deserves. everybody quick right now
being a switch is so fun because what do you mean I’ll be mid fuck with my eyes rolled back, tongue sticking out, barking and whimpering like a good puppy and I’ll scratch down their back or choke them and suddenly I feel the absolute need to hold them down and use them like the slut they are
Ludo is an Italian-American man with tan skin. His dark hair is short on the sides, while his beard is thin. He’s on the shorter side of average (5’ 6”), with a total dad bod. But his chest hair is thick across his chest and abdomen, following a lush happy trail ending in a thick cock (~6 in).
Kavi is a South Asian man with dark, warm brown skin. His hair is dyed blond, and he’s entirely clean shaven. He is tall (6’ 1”) and twinkish, with absolutely no body hair minus his closely trimmed pubes, which remain their original black. His cock is thin but long (~8.5 in), and always eager to please.
THE SCENE
Ludo opens the door to their hotel room. As he holds Kavi’s hand to guide him through, he takes stock of his boyfriend’s approving gaze, as his eyes skim across the entire hotel room.
“Wow, Ludo. You outdid yourself.”
“How often do I get Luisa to take Dee on a Friday night? I call this a special occasion.”
“I’m certainly not complaining,” Kavi grins, pulling him close and dipping down to kiss him low and slow. When they pull apart, Kavi sets his stuff down and whispers, “I’m going to shower before bed.”
“Okay. Sounds good,” Ludo says, giving him a smile. Kavi smiles back. He waits for a moment beside the bathroom door, near the back right corner of the room. Ludo sets down his duffel bag alongside Kavi’s and settles down onto the bed, just across from the door in the opposite corner.
“Alright, I’m hopping in now.” Kavi says, opening the door.
“Okay. Have a good time.”
Kavi closes the door behind him. The door is thin enough that Ludo fully hears the moment the water starts running, and the change in pitch as Kavi steps under it. He pulls out his phone and grabs his AirPods from their charger on his keys. He continues listening to the audiobook Kavi recommended to him a week or so ago, The Song of Achilles.
His strict Catholic upbringing had meant that he had repressed his bisexuality so severely that no one suspected him for his entire teenage years, not even himself. And then, the girl he took to senior prom got pregnant, and there went his soccer scholarship. He had to get a job, get married, be responsible for another human being.
He’s both surprised and grateful that his coming out went as smoothly as it did, all things considered. That it only took a fews months getting back to the gym once Delia was in pre-school to trigger a full on identity crisis that culminated in a frank conversation with his wife. It prompted an admission on both their parts that they had married due to obligation to their family. They hadn’t loved each other in high school, and while they certainly appreciated each other as co-parents, they didn’t love each other four years later. Not like that.
If the divorce shocked his parents, his coming out went over startlingly easy. They had switched parishes since Delia was born, Ludo’s parents moving along with them to get their granddaughter into a better parochial school. An unexpected benefit of this change was much more progressive priests (relatively), ones who actually mentioned queer issues in positive, humanitarian ways that showed the beginnings of actual empathy. His dad and ma had grown a lot since he was a kid and a teen. They even pretended to know what bisexuality meant, even though a couple months later they admitted Googling it the second he was out of the room.
Practically the instant the divorce was finalized without issue, Ludo had known he wanted to start dating. Downloading Tinder had been scary, but setting it to “Everyone” had been the most liberating feeling ever. He went on some seriously crappy dates, and might not have had the best first few times with guys. But he’s decided to chalk it all up to experience.
Besides, he’s not sure he would have even considered pursuing Kavi, or even swiping on him, without that experience. His boyfriend is so intimidatingly confident, the son of atheist third-generation Sri Lankan-American parents who have gone to pride with their child every year since he was fourteen.
Without marginally improving his knowledge of queer culture (including even learning that “queer” was totally okay to say for most LGBT+ folks), Kavi would have felt so impossibly out of Ludo’s league. He is tall and gorgeous, with model-level good looks. Which is monumentally unfair, considering he’s a fucking accountant.
Regardless of Ludo’s prior experience, their relationship has still been a bit of an education process. Ludo is almost two years older than Kavi, but Kavi has taught him more about queerness in the last six months than all of his past hookups, fuckbuddies, and short-term relationships combined, all the way down to the best queer media Kavi has consumed. Hence, The Song of Achilles.
Ludo quickly becomes utterly engrossed in the story. It is only once the shower stops that Ludo sits up straighter, and pauses the audiobook.
Crap. Did he totally miss a cue to follow Kavi into the shower?
He gets up from the bed and approaches the bathroom just as Kavi opens the door. He’s wearing nothing except the complimentary towel, monogrammed with the hotel’s logo. It is decidedly too small for his tall frame, thin though he is. Ludo concludes his once over by bashfully meeting Kavi’s eyes.
“I was supposed to join you, wasn’t I?”
Kavi smirks, a little awkward. “Hehe, yeah… I was worried I made that too subtle.”
“You weren’t subtle. I just wasn’t hearing the subtext. I’m thick.”
Kavi flicks his eyes downward. Ludo swallows, hard.
“I’d say.”
Ludo mentally scrambles for what to say next, but he’s short-circuiting. This relationship sometimes makes it feel like he’s back in high school. But he never felt like this in high school. Not once. Not for anyone.
Kavi notes his boyfriend’s AirPods. “Aah, listening to your book?”
Ludo remembers his AirPods are even there. He removes them and returns them to their charger. “Yeah. Before you ask, we just met Chai-ron. Kier-on?” He tries to sound out the character’s name, but finds himself tongue-tied.
“Kai-ron,” Kavi pronounces. “It’s getting good then?”
In the ensuing silence, Ludo decides to state the obvious. “Why are we ignoring the fact that you’re only wearing a towel?”
Kavi shrugs. “Perhaps it’s something that doesn’t need to be remarked upon.”
“Oh, I disagree.”
“Why?” Kavi asks, a challenge in his eyes. “Were you planning on doing something about it?”
Ludo takes a step forward, drawing entirely on instinct. K pulls him in like a moth to a flame. “I didn’t ruin the mood?”
“Don’t you know by now? Book talk turns me on.”
Ludo looks down to see the outline of his boyfriend’s cock bulge out against his thin white towel. That’s probably a good sign.
“So that’s a no to killing the mood?”
Kavi rolls his eyes, and before Ludo knows what’s happening, his boyfriend rushes forward, grabs his face and tips his head up to kiss him, both harder and sloppier than they ever have before, the towel slipping down in the process. As Kavi presses his entire body against him, Ludo realizes that the towel has now fully dropped to the floor. There is no longer anything keeping from every part of his boyfriend’s body.
He reaches out and grabs the firm, round cheeks of Kavi’s beautiful ass. He lifts them slightly, and Kavi responds immediately, jumping up to wrap his long legs around Ludo’s waist. Ludo carries him the handful of feet to the bed before plopping him down on the end of the mattress. He lays two gentle hands on Kavi’s smooth, firm pecs before pushing him onto his back.
Kavi’s dick is now in full view, thin and long and hard- Ludo sees that it has already almost entirely risen to attention. He drops to his knees. Grabbing the cock and stroking it slightly, he gives Kavi a glance. His boyfriend is looking down over his chest, straight at him. Kavi nods, and says, “Do it. Suck my dick.”
Ludo doesn’t need to be told twice. He starts at the tip, warming himself up. Then he moves to long, slow licks from the base all the way up. Then, he takes most of the long cock into his mouth and develops a deeper rhythm. He takes great pleasure Kavi’s low, grateful panting. It means he’s doing something right.
Ludo looks up at Kavi again, whose eyes have gotten serious. Ludo removes the dick from his mouth. His boyfriend sits up. “I want your clothes off too.”
Kavi helps Ludo with his shirt, and before Ludo can move his hands to the belt of his jeans, Kavi is already there, pulling them down along with his underwear in a single move. L steps out of his pants and takes off his socks. It’s only fair that he and Kavi match their levels of nakedness. Kavi lays back again and Ludo straddles his chest. Ludo’s own cock, thicker than any other he’s sucked or been fucked by, is soon envloped by the soft lips and warm, wet mouth of the man he loves.
But he hasn’t told him that yet.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck. Fuck!”
Ludo starts thrusting in and out Kavi’s mouth, placing his hands interlaced behind his neck to breath easier. Meanwhile, his boyfriend grips Ludo’s ass for stability. Ludo lets energy roll through his body, continuing until Kavi gags and finally comes up for air.
“I want you to sit on my face.”
Ludo obediently follows Kavi’s lead, as Kavi shuffles further up the bed. Ludo turns his back to him and crawls back onto the bed until he knows his dick is near Kavi, as his boyfriend grips it with his full hand and shoves it back into his mouth. Ludo involuntarily lets out a soft moan, and seeks for a way to give back.
He sees Kavi’s dick before him, and grips it just as firmly as Kavi did his. Leaning forward, he licks it once again from the base to the tip before getting back to work.
They continue to “69” for a long time. But eventually, Kavi speaks up again.
“I want you inside me.”
Ludo doesn’t verbally respond. He just pulls Kavi’s cock out of his mouth and climbs off the bed. He opens his duffel bag and pulls what on some level he knew was the one essential for this night away: his extra large bottle of lube.
The two of them had been fucking bareback for months. They are exclusive, and got STI screenings as a couple every two months. Kavi was his first boyfriend who ever cared so much about their sexual health. It was an adjustment, but refreshing. And also kind of sexy. As Ludo applies lube to his fingers and begins rubbing it around Kavi’s hole, his boyfriend’s breath hitches with excitement. Ludo applies even more lube to his hand and rubs it along his whole cock. He gets back into the bed, on his knees before a still-horizontal Kavi. He leans forward and rubs his dick against his boyfriend’s hole: up and down, up and down, up and down.
“You want this?”
“I want it.”
“Beg me.”
“Please!”
“Please what? Use your words.”
“Please fuck me!”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Kavi’s amused chuckle is cut off by Ludo officially putting it in. He gradually inserts his cock into Kavi’s hole, which he’s always found surprisingly wide for such a thin person. It’s like they were made for each other. Kavi hisses through it until Ludo gets almost his entire dick inside of him.
Then, Ludo thrusts. What begins as a quiet moan grows louder and louder with every subsequent move, until Ludo’s relentless rhythm create a pattern of moaning where one interrupts another in endless succession. After one particular forceful thrust, Ludo keeps his dick inside of Kavi and bends down to kiss him.
“You like me inside you?”
“Yeah,” Kavi responds breathily, too blinded by pleasure to fully look him in the eye.
“Look at me.”
Kavi forces his eyes open and they stare at each other as Ludo starts to thrust again. Kavi moans just as loud, but manages to keep eye contact the entire time. This only motivates Ludo to thrust harder and harder, but K never breaks his gaze.
Soon, Ludo feels the tell-tale shudder. “Fuck, I’m going to cum!”
“It’s okay. Just keep going. Don’t stop— ungh!”
In one final deep thrust, Ludo feels himself erupt. “Oh, God!”
As the ecstacy of climax subsides, he pulls out and flops beside Kavi. Kavi turns on his side and rests his head on his hand to look over at Ludo’s own exhausted body. Ludo reaches out and grabs Kavi’s cock, but can’t find the energy to do more than hold it.
“Did you prep?” Kavi asks.
“Right before you picked me up. Why?”
Kavi smirks playfully, as though the answer should be obvious. “It’s your turn. If you want to.”
Ludo’s heart beats even faster. “I want to.”
The first time Kavi ever topped him, Ludo didn’t know how to feel. He had felt a deep shame for finding pleasure in being a bottom. He had been anxious to bring that shame up, and had to admit it a few days later. He and Kavi had an long talk afterwards about what Kavi referred to as “religious trauma.” He’d never thought of his experiences growing up Catholic as traumatic, but Kavi made him realize just how deep his scars ran. Now, months later, Ludo relishes the moment Kavi lubes up his own cock and slides it inch by incredible inch into his hole. It reminds him of liberation.
Kavi thrusts, and Ludo’s vision blurs. “Oh! Yeah, give it to me. Give it to me, baby. Cuore mio. Tesoro mio. Vita mia!”
He coyly made Kavi promise the first time he started using Italian in bed to not to look up what he said. He badly tried to convince himself that it meant nothing, that it was practically gibberish and couldn’t be translated into English.
My heart. My treasure. My life.
He can’t be sure if Kavi ever broke his promise. If he had, he wouldn't have brought it up.
Waves of pleasure crash through Ludo’s mind, obliterating every other thought. He has bite down on his tongue to keep from exclaiming the words that almost fly out of his mouth.
I love you.
Ludo loses all sense of time, only returning back to himself when he hears Kavi moan, “I’m cumming!”
“On my chest!” Ludo exclaims, not sure where that came from. Kavi pulls out and grips his tip as a stream propels out, arcs through the air, and lands warm across Ludo’s entire torso.
Kavi falls forward to land on top of him. Ludo’s hands instinctively find his ass and pull him closer. As if there could be no separation between them. As if they could be made into one flesh. Kavi kisses him, and Ludo kisses him back until he rolls them both on their side. Kavi pulls back, and each of them climb to rest their head on a curved hotel pillow. They continue to stare at each other as their breathing evens out, and the adrenaline finally falls away.
In a gentle quiet, bursting with potentail, Ludo finds himself ask, “Can I tell you something?”
“Of course.”
“I love you.”
Kavi blinks, and Ludo is flooded with panic. He is ready to take it back, or insist that Kavi doesn’t need to say anything, when he hears:
“I love you too.” Kavi responds readily and with zero hesitation. “… I’ve been waiting for you to say it first.”
“What?” Ludo shouts, sitting up. “How long have you known you love me?”
Kavi nervously covers his face with his hands before one of his eyes peeks through his fingers. “Three months.”
“Three months?”
“You have a kid. I knew it would be a big thing, and I didn’t want to pressure you.”
Ludo’s heart flutters. “Oh. Thank you. But you didn’t have to— I don’t want you to keep your feelings from me.”
“Okay.”
“Be direct when you feel something.”
Kavi holds his eyes for a moment with a curious gaze. “I feel like taking another shower.”
Ludo feels his own lips upturn into a wan smirk “Would you like some company?”
Kavi grins. “I’d love that.”
“See, I’m learning,” Ludo jokes.
“Yes, you are,” Kavi says as he climbs out of the bed. L moves on his knees to keep facing him, and Kavi closes the distance by grabbing his lower back. Kavi kisses him, punctuating each one with words.
“Of course I translated it. I’m a nerd! And also a hopeless romantic.”
Ludo steps off the bed. Kavi towers over him again, but Ludo grabs his ass again and lifts. In moments, he once again carries Kavi across the room, his legs wrapped behind Ludo’s back. As they move into the bathroom, he sets Kavi down by his waist into the open shower before stepping in himself and closing the door behind them.
“I love you,” Ludo says again, enjoying the feeling of the words on his lips, helped by the security of knowing he’s saying them to someone who feels the same.
“I love you too,” Kavi says, before turning the handle. Brief cold turns to streamy hot water in an instant. Ludo is so glad he sprung for a nice hotel. He admires the rivulets of wet that cascade down his boyfriend’s body.
Ludo steps forward and pulls Kavi close, tilting up to kiss the side of his neck with an upward trajectory, until he is as close to Kavi’s ear as possible.
“Cuore mio. Tesoro mio. Vita mia.”
He hears Kavi gasp, but Ludo isn’t done.
“Amore mio. My love, my love, my love, my love, my love, my love…”
He continues until he runs out of breath, taking one gulp of air before kissing the man he loves on the lips with the passion of his whole body and soul, with the passion of all the tortured years that led to this moment of pure, unadulterated bliss.
He is liberated. He is happy. He is queer. And it turns out this, this right here, is all he’s ever wanted.
Hey! So… this was the first erotic short story I’ve ever written. What did you think?
Amazing! No notes!!
I wish I had a better idea for what the characters look like
I felt like I didn’t know the characters, so I didn’t care about them
The sex could have been described better… It felt forced.
WHAT AM I READING? THERE’S EROTICA ON TUMBLR???? AND *GAY* EROTICA AT THAT?!?
