🍺- Andrico lifts a pint in Alexander's direction with a wink. "Three cheers to the birthday boy."
Alexander, damn him, can feel the tips of his ears burn and doesn’t want to even think about what colour his face might be. As their assembled friends cheer around him, Alexander shifts closer lifts his own pint glass and clinks it against Andrico's,
"Lloniannau, Drico," he says, and the two of them drink.
"You know," Alexander goes on, willing himself not to blush further, "this is aged Nalban mead, it’s good. Would you like to try a taste?"
Andrico glances down,
"Your glass is almost empty,"
"I didn’t say anything about drinking any," Alexander replies, expression coy even as he knows he’s gone redder than his hair.
1.3k words. No CWs apply. Andrico belongs to @ilyamatic
It wasn’t the first time Zelda had gone out of her way to walk this path, but it was the first time Oberon had followed her down it, hooves tapping on cobblestones as he picked up the pace to tug on the back of her shirt with his teeth before she could push the door open to a familiar shopfront.
She turned mid step, hand falling to her hip, and raised a brow as Oberon released her shirt and took a few steps sideways to get out of the way of passersby.
“What?”
Don’t spend too long ogling. You wanted to get to market when the fishmongers brought in the next catch.
Zelda’s face flushed and she wrapped a hand around one of Oberon’s antlers, giving it a playful tug and only grunting slightly when he swept a foot out and kicked her ankle.
“I don’t ogle - you know what, you’re an ass.”
But I’m right.
The brunette let out an exasperated huff before she turned to enter the shop, her eyes briefly passing over the name before she slipped inside with the bells tinkling overhead. A beat of pause, then two as she began to walk in, before a voice called out to her from somewhere in the back.
“Just a moment!”
“Take your time, Andrico, it’s just me.” Zelda smiled a bit as she browsed a few shelves not behind the counter, idly turning jars and reading labels as she waited. “I was just hoping to snag a bit of your stock of calendula, if you have it, I’ve had a bit of a rough growing season and I’ve got a few last orders to fill before the next batch hopefully is ready.”
Andrico laughed as he emerged from the back room, drying his hands off and giving her a cheeky sort of wink that made her roll her eyes. “Ah, but if I say no, maybe I can earn myself a bit more business keeping my stock to myself.”
Her calendula was fine. That was a complete lie, actually, her plot of land outside of town was flourishing like it had every year.
She’d come to Andrico’s shop a few times, the first by chance when trying to duck out of the downpour she’d gotten stuck in, and they’d gotten to chatting about their respective businesses for a little while until the rain stopped.
Zelda just wasn’t sure how to broach the barrier of ‘two professionals’ and see if he was interested in turning it into something a bit more personal. So, usually under the guise of needing a small ingredient - sometimes because it was ‘out of stock’, sometimes because ‘hers had gone bad’, any number of reasons really that sounded legitimate enough to her to just pop by and say hello until she figured out how to take that step.
“Competition, right.” Zelda chuckled, leaning on the counter and giving him a cheeky look over her own. “You wouldn’t really run me out, would you? I think between all the chaos around town we’ve got plenty of business to share, so you might just overwork yourself instead.”
“An apothecary’s work is never done, regardless.” Andrico turned, Zelda trying and failing miserably not to get a good eyeful of his ass as he reached up for the jar in question. “Calendula, right? How much do you need?”
Zelda was already rummaging in the basket on her arm, pulling out a small container of her own and setting it on the counter between them.
“Just enough to fill this, I think, I’m working on some salves and I’m just shy of what I need to finish the batch.” She quickly tugged the cloth over her basket - realizing that in her rush to come by before the day slipped by, she’d never actually emptied it of the harvest she’d gathered from her garden that very morning. “Somehow I seem to have grown twice the lavender I need and half the calendula.”
She missed Andrico’s keen eye land on the contents before she recovered it, expression neutral as he began to fill the jar in question until he spoke up again.
“Have you been looking long? You seem to have quite the bounty with you, I’m surprised you didn’t find something as common as calendula in another shop.”
Zelda shook her head as she turned, idly turning a container around on the counter to read its label. “No, you’re the first stop I’ve made. I’m going to the market, actually, I just thought I’d pop in while I had it on my mind.”
Andrico paused, raising his head and quirking a brow at Zelda when she looked back at him.
“‘Pop in’? Zelda, I know where your shop is, and the market is between us. Must have been quite a roundabout route you took to get here.”
For a moment, Zelda floundered, cheeks heating slightly as she tugged on a lock of hair. “Oh, you know...I started the day out in the woods. I’ve told you about my garden out there, haven’t I?”
“I do.” He set the jar down, folding his arms neatly across his chest and thumbing one of the rings stacked onto his fingers. “I also just saw calendula sitting in your basket just now, so it’s not that you don’t have it or that you’re out - and we both know it’s common enough for it to be a shame for any apothecary not to have surplus on hand. So why are you here, really?”
Well, she wasn’t nearly as subtle as she thought. And she could have sworn she felt Oberon being a touch smug about that, but she squashed that feeling down as her face flamed and she glanced away.
“If it’s that obvious, are you really going to make me say it?” She muttered, and Andrico’s lips tugged up at the corners, betraying some of his amusement.
“I’d like to hear the words, yes.”
Zelda sighed heavily, setting her hand on her hip and running the other down the side of her face before she composed herself. Despite her flushed cheeks, Zelda managed a smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she spoke.
“Alright, alright, fine. No, I don’t need any calendula, I’m practically drowning in it as is and I need more like I need a hole in the head.” She playfully glared at him as he snorted, emptying the jar she’d given him into his and putting the herb in question away. “But I’ve been trying to work up the balls to ask you if you’d like to go on a date for a good two weeks now, and I still hadn’t today, so I thought I would just find excuses to talk to you until I did. Hence the calendula, but clearly I didn’t think that one through.”
Andrico was quiet for a moment, eyes a little wide and - dare Zelda say it - cheeks a little flushed, but his face broke out into an amused sort of smile and a laugh escaped him as he laid his hands on the counter.
“Well...don’t feel like you need to make up an excuse to talk to me. In fact, why don’t you come see me later, when my shop closes, and we can get to know each other a little better, hm?”
She smiled so wide it damn near made her cheeks hurt, and she nodded quickly, unsure if it was bravery or just giddiness that made her lean over the counter and plant a chaste kiss on his cheek.
“Happily. I’ll see you tonight, then?”
A spectator might dare say Zelda flounced out of the shop a few moments later, patting Oberon’s side to coax him to follow before his nose bumped into her hip.
You ogled.
“That I did, Obie, but I just landed a date, so ogling is the least of my worries.”
The stag snorted, snatching Zelda’s basket off her arm and trotting past her toward the marketplace when he decided she was being too slow.
@ilyamatic writes soft tender moments and I write spice, perfectly balanced as all things should be when it comes to ships.
The lingerie Alec is wearing is here, but also imagine that it’s crotchless (because it’s not lingerie for Alec if it’s not crotchless) also I just had to use this song okay the mood is perfect
Minors DNI please
Title: Lingerie by Lizzo
1.7k words
After a long, tiring day, Alec decided she wanted to treat herself a little. She took a warm bath, washing her hair, moisturizing her body, weaving the scents of vanilla and caramel over her skin. As she lay on the bed, waiting for Andrico to come home and join her, a thought came to mind. It was likely that he had experienced just as tiring of a day as she had, and she wanted to give him something fun, something to help take his mind off of things.
She lit candles around their bedroom and hummed in front of her closet, digging around for an outfit she had been saving. She had been saving it for a “special occasion,” but she was impatient, and decided today was as good as any.
The outfit in question was red, as her lingerie normally was, but it was surprisingly simple for her, no lacy patterns, or numbers of straps. It was just two red, velvety bands, one across her chest, and one that looped over her shoulder and down to her sex. There was a big bow that sat on the band across her chest, and the fabric cut off just at her vulva, leaving it exposed to the room. She studied herself in a mirror for a moment, admiring the way it sat, before she went to sit on the bed and wait.
Surrounded by flickering candlelight, Alec waited, and fidgeted.
She braided and unbraided her hair, brushing the knots out with her fingers, then braided it again, deciding that she liked the feeling of it against her back. She adjusted the red bow across her chest, running her fingers over the soft fabric. She crossed and uncrossed her legs until she finally, finally heard the front door open.
“Andrico?”
She heard a grunt in reply, followed by the sounds of his shoes falling to the floor, and stifled a giggle behind her hand, her heart pounding in her chest.
“I have a present for you,” she called, and heard his steps turn towards her. “How was your day?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” he groaned, and the handle of the door turned. As the door opened, he stepped inside the bedroom, rubbing his forehead. “It was long, insufferable, and—" When his hand dropped from his face and his eyes fell on her sitting on the bed, he stopped cold.
Alec smiled, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. “…And?”
He was across the room in an instant, kissing her breathlessly, his strong hands exploring her body like it was new again. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling her head start to spin with the overwhelming passion that each kiss brought. She barely had time to catch her breath before his kisses trailed lower, and his hands went even further. When one of them crept between her thighs, she gasped, pulled out of her trance.
“Wait, wait, wait—” She laughed, holding onto his shoulders. “I feel like you barely looked at it!”
“I’m looking,” he said, pressing his lips to her skin between his words. “And feeling, and…” his breath ghosted over her stomach, and she felt it swoop as his gaze fell still lower. He pushed her legs apart, kneeling in front of the bed, and she let out a squeak as he gently bit the inside of her thigh. “…tasting.”
“It’s supposed to be a present for you, baby,” she said, reaching down to cup his cheek. “I want to do what youwant.”
He shook his head, shifting until he was in front of her sex, though his eyes didn’t leave hers. “I want this.”
“O-okay…” she exhaled, propping herself up on her elbows as she leaned back. “Go ahe—ah!”
His mouth was on her before she finished speaking, tongue stroking her vulva, breath hot against her skin. She gripped the sheets under her, trying to steady her trembling legs, biting down on her lip so hard she thought it might bleed. When he suddenly stopped as quickly as he started, she whined, but there was a smile in his eyes as his fingers pressed against her thighs.
“Why are you being so quiet?” He kissed her labia, sucking gently at the tender skin, and she moaned. “Sing for me, ti zwazo.”
Alec blushed at the familiar nickname and let her mouth fall open, nodding at him to continue. When his tongue flicked over her clit, Alec let go, cries tumbling past her lips, bucking her hips into his mouth. He knew the pace she needed, and it wasn’t long before she could feel herself approaching her peak, pleasure fluttering in her stomach.
“A-Andrico—” She broke herself off with a wail as his tongue entered her, lapping at her walls. “Fuck—" He hummed against her skin in response. The vibrations went straight to her arousal, and she came against him, whimpering as he kept licking her through her orgasm, only stopping when her shuddering slowed.
When he got up, Alec reached out to pull him back to her, kissing him, tasting herself. She unbuttoned his shirt as they kissed, helping him shrug it off, and quickly moved onto his pants. He was already straining against the fabric, and he moaned into her mouth as she palmed him through his underwear.
“I…” She moved back, but he chased her lips. “Mm, I want to taste you, baby.”
One more kiss, and he murmured: “I want that too.”
Kicking off his pants, Andrico laid down on the bed, watching her as she moved between his legs, cock already hard and heavy, waiting. She kissed the tip, flicking her tongue over the slit, and smiled when his hand came to grip the base of her braid.
Pressing slow, gentle kisses along the side of his cock, Alec felt his grip tighten, trying to wordlessly encourage her to keep going. She obliged and looked up at him as she took him into the warm wetness of her mouth, moaning.
His eyes rolled back as she took him almost to the back of her throat. “Shit…”
She would laugh, if she wasn’t so focused on sucking around him, bobbing her head up and down. One of her hands moved to fondle his balls, and he arched his back, groaning.
As she continued to move, she felt him throb, reaching his own peak—but before he came, he pulled her back, gently. “Wait.”
She let her tongue drag along his length as she left, feeling each piercing.
His eyes were just dark pools, pupils completely blown as she looked up at him again. “I want…” A bead of precum trickled down the side of his dick and she licked it up, watching as he shuddered. “I want you on top.”
Nodding, she immediately crawled over him to straddle his hips. She ground her hips against his once, shivering at the sensation of those piercings over her vulva, before rising up again, positioning his tip against her opening.
She bit her bottom lip as she lowered her hips, letting out a soft sigh when she was able to sit flush against him and his honeysuckle tattoos. For a moment, she stayed still—not intending to torture him—just trying to appreciate how he made her feel full in more ways than one.
“Alec,” his voice brought her back, strained with the smallest hint of a plea. She watched his lips as he spoke, still glistening from her orgasm. “Keep going.”
Another time she might have teased him, waiting to hear him beg for her to move. But not this time, not when he was looking at her with such adoration, like he could look at her forever and be satisfied. Instead, she leaned down to meet his lips, licking the last of herself off of them, and started to move her hips.
She went slowly at first, easing them both into the movements of their hips rocking together. But it didn’t take long for her to speed up, already chasing her next orgasm, knowing it wouldn’t take long at the pace they set.
The bed shifted beneath them as Alec rode him, their pants and moans harmonizing in the air around them. The smell of sex and sweat mixed with her earlier vanilla and his ever-present, familiar sandalwood and vetiver, an intoxicating aroma that only pushed Alec forward, moving faster against him. Her vagina fluttered and clenched as she grew closer and closer to coming again, and Andrico swore, murmuring praises to her like prayers.
“Drico—” she dragged out the last syllable of his name as she bounced, desperation at the edge of her voice. “Fuck, baby, I’m—” The words tumbled out of her mouth in rhythm with the slapping of their skin against each other.
“I’m close,” he grunted, fingers digging into her hips as he thrust up to match her. “Should—can I—”
She could guess what he wanted to ask and nodded, her nails dragging down his chest. “Please, baby, please cum, mm—!”
It didn’t take more than one particularly angled rough thrust for her to see stars, and she threw her head back as her orgasm ripped through her, body shaking. She practically sobbed his name, punctuated by each thrust.
His hands kept her where she was as he buried in as deep as he could go, filling her as he came. They both came down from their highs panting, sweat beading on their faces and chests.
Alec collapsed, boneless, against him, whimpering as he slid out of her. She felt him kiss the top of her head and turned to meet his lips, shivering as she felt his cum leave her.
Catching their breath, they shared slow, light kisses. He kissed her cheeks, wiping away tears that she hadn’t even realized fell, and rubbed circles into her back. When she finally felt like she could speak, she shifted in his arms.
“So…” she couldn’t bite back the smile on her face as he ran his hands over her skin. “Did you like your present?”
He laughed through his nose, pressing his lips to hers again. “I love my present, cheri.”
“Make up for your bad day?”
Humming, his fingers slipped under the red bow across her chest, hand cupping her breast. “Almost. Maybe one more time and I’ll forget all about it…”
Alec laughed as he rolled over her, bringing their lips together again and again until all the candles in the room had long since burned out.
2.2k words. In which the obliterator (Anatole) becomes the one getting obliterated. Written for Day 2 of the @midsummer-masquerade, using the prompts Role Reversal and Overstimulation. 🍋🍋🍋
Minors DNI.
CW: Dom/Sub dynamics, oral sex, penetrative sex, fingering, mild degradation, impact play, cumplay. Anatole is transmasculine and his genitalia is described in here. He also uses the words ‘cunt’ and ‘pussy’ to talk about his own genitalia — if you too are transmasculine and these sort of descriptions are squicky to you, discretion is advised.
Want to read the rest of ‘City of Delights’? You can find it here.
Anatole still thought they could’ve done this at home, but Andrico wanted to come and despite what their sex life scenes would suggest, Anatole leaned towards the indulgent kind of partner. He just liked doing things for Andrico: so after some consideration, he informed Nadia he would join the Masquerade, asking if there was any possibility for him to ask a little favour.
Nadia was thrilled to help him. So much, that he ignored telling her the several things he had asked Andrico for the sake of his own comfort. Not that his husband minded, of course. He had never made him feel anything but respected about those aspects of him that made him more nitpicky.
Even then, Anatole was sure this would make it up to him, even if he knew that wasn’t necessary.
If he said so himself, he looked fantastic, obviously. He had a couple of outfits planned, but for this, aside from the robe and heeled boots he was also wearing, he picked something that was easy to remove. Or rather, to rip. Anatole knew his husband, so he didn’t need to wait for their evening to play out to know his lingerie would not survive it.
It’s why he had an outfit change in the room he had asked Nadia for.
The room she had reserved for Anatole was the room the Consul was meant to occupy if they decided to live in the Palace. Given the existence of the Palazzo, it remained unused, usually being given to guests of honour, like Nadia’s parents. It had a private bathroom, drawing room with a private dining area, and a view of the City.
For the Masquerade it was adorned with various decorations, candles and other mood setting elements. Like toys, props, lube and several types of protection barriers in case they were needed.
Anatole liked being in charge in the bedroom. It was what made him feel the best, feeling himself thoroughly. However, sometimes he wanted his husbands to treat him like a trophy they refused to let go of. Their very pretty pillow prince that they may or not manhandle.
Correction: he wanted Andrico to fuck him like that. When it came to this mood and Julian, Anatole wanted him to eat him out until his mouth went numb. He had never been in the gut rearranging business, or at least, not when it came to being the one doing the rearranging.
Julian was having fun on his own for now, and would join them later, so it was just Andrico, Anatole and their little scene. They had, of course, previously discussed it; they both liked to talk scenes out before they happened, but it was different in situ. Besides, seduction was the most important part of sex for Anatole. It was his favourite too.
So he had batted his eyelashes at Andrico, he had been just slippery enough. He had been filthy enough when flirting with him, letting himself step into the dynamic as his finger traced absent circles on Andrico’s chest and he grabbed his thigh.
He had poured him a drink once they were in their room, and he had run his hands over his chest before walking around him, rubbing his shoulders. He had kissed Andrico’s neck, and now he was sitting on his lap, gently taking Andrico’s glass from his hands.
Andrico raised an eyebrow at him, a cocky smirk on his face. He looked like a rascal. Anatole loved that face.
“Look at you, Cheri, being all pleasant.”
Anatole began kissing Andrico’s jaw. Andrico’s hands made their way down his back, over his hips, and onto his ass. He pulled them closer, pressing Anatole’s groin against his hardening dick.
“Would you like me to go back to being a cocky bastard like you’ve always said I am?”
“You could. Would you like me to ask for a replacement?”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“I thought you said I deserved only the best room service. And you’re being a brat.”
“Fine,” he said, subsiding. There would be other occasions to be a brat, right now wasn’t one.
“Fine, what?”
Andrico was still looking at him with that scoundrel face of his as he got what he wanted. That Anatole couldn’t brat didn’t mean he couldn’t create problems on purpose. He took Andrico’s hand, kissing his fingertips before sucking one, two of his fingers. He let them go with a wet pop.
“Fine, Papi.”
“You're an awful minx.”
“Maybe I want you that much, Papi,” now, his hand went between them, so he could palm Drico’s dick through his clothes.
“You do? In that case, you shouldn’t worry, Cheri, because I’ll make sure you can’t think of anything aside from me being inside you all night.”
Andrico’s mouth met his with impatience. He sucked on Anatole’s lower lip, his hands keeping a good grip on his ass. Anatole was no longer wearing the robe he previously had — now it was just him in his barely there underwear, with Andrico’s fingers peeking under the hems on the backside.
He thought Andrico would rip his underwear then. He was wrong. He did that after he had Anatole bent over a table, while he alternated between fucking him with his fingers and eating him out through his underwear. The wet fabric —wet from Anatole’s own slick wetness and Andrico’s tongue— created friction against his clit, creating a constant build-up but no release. He felt him pull away, followed by the ripping sound of fabric.
“You taste too good to only enjoy it through your underwear.”
He ate him and fucked him with his fingers until he came, edging him just so to make his orgasm stronger. Anatole had to grip the table as he felt his legs tremble trying to maintain his own weight. Andrico had meant what he said earlier about being inside him all night, because he didn’t give him a moment to come down from it before Anatole felt Andrico’s hard dick against him. He pushed it in slowly, so he could feel every piercing on it, but that was the only half-mercy he conceded to Nana. The whimper he gave out with that first insertion quickly became moans again.
“Good,” Andrico told him, “I’m glad you know I like my whores noisy. Hate to have an ungrateful one, don’t you?”
Normally, Anatole would agree — because normally, it was Andrico and himself the one making Julian their slut. Now he couldn’t, simply because he felt too good to try to articulate words. It was too much, too soon, in the best way possible. His hummed reply turned into another moan; Andrico laughed.
When they moved to the bed, Andrico had Anatole lie on his back, holding his spread legs up in the air. He held him by his ankles, fingers gripping against his lower calves and the tattooed flower band around Anatole’s skin.
He thought his husband looked beautiful like this. Flushed cheeks were a rare sight on Anatole, but the heat of pleasure dusted a light blush on his freckled, brown skin. His hair was everywhere, spread on the bed like a halo crowning Anatole’s head, and with how good it felt to sink his cock into the warm wetness between Anatole’s thighs, he might have compared him with something celestial.
He was his little sun after all. A little sun whose walls clenched around his dick: first from his orgasm, then because Anatole, his wonderful Anatole, always fucked back.
Andrico thrusted into him, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull. It wasn’t long before Anatole was begging him to come inside him, wanting to feel “his come inside his cunt.”
Andrico could do that, so he did it.
Respite was once again momentary, but enough for them to share kisses as they steadied his breaths, Andrico’s fingers tangling into his husband’s soft hair.
“Aren’t you good, Cheri?”
“Oh, I’m the best goddamned pussy you’ll ever sink your dick on.”
Andrico laughed. Of course it was a matter of time before that characteristic cockiness in Nana, the one that came out only for sex, found its way back to his mouth.
“If you keep talking back and fucking around, you will find out.”
Anatole only raised an eyebrow at him.
Andrico hooked his thumb with Anatole’s lower lips “Let see if your ass is as good as your pussy, then.”
He grabbed him by the waist to turn him over, lifting his hips up in the air. He ran his fingers from his clit to his asshole, his fingers carrying some of Nana’s slickness mixed with his cum.
Andrico instructed him to stay like that while he went to get more lube, a vibrator and a plug. Andrico slicked his fingers, pushing this thumb in first, keeping it there just for Anatole to feel it. He took it out and changed it for one of his other fingers, moving inside Anatole, stretching him until he could take another one.
Once he could take two fingers comfortably, Andrico lubed up the plug and began fucking Anatole with it. He left it inside him so he could go wash his hands — that way, when he came back, he could keep pumping the plug in and out of him while the rest of his fingers went back to his clit.
It was a lot, in the best way. Pleasure pooled warmth on the small of his back, on the base of his stomach too, making him curl his toes and go a little limp. Andrico didn’t like that. As soon as he noticed he spanked Anatole making him suck in a breath, and making him arch his back once again too.
Andrico leaned over him, pulling his hair at the base of his hair. “If you’re slouching, that can’t be good. You talk back, and you slouch? Do you want me go find someone else to fuck?”
“No, Papi, I want you to fuck me.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, let me keep being yours.”
“Oh, you’re not just mine, you’re my whore too. Better remind you.”
He ordered him to put the vibrating toy against his clit and turned it on. He also told him to count. First until five, each number a spank; Andrico added too more for good measure, grabbing his ass by the handful with the last one.
Andrico was fully hard again. “Are you ready to take my dick?”
“Yes, Papi, anything you want.”
“Anything I want? What an eager little whore.”
Andrico put the plug aside and pressed the head of his dick against his ass, he pushed it in, Anatole gasping and moaning as he did. He felt so full, that pleasant, not uncomfortable sting of being well stretched. Unlike last time, Andrico fucked him slowly, groaning as he fucked him, his hand still on Anatole’s hair. He pulled him back, making Anatole arch his back, his mouth finding his neck.
“Keep that vibrator on your clit, Cheri, I want to feel you come as I fuck your ass.”
Anatole came first again, Andrico following him soon after. He pulled him closer to him as he came inside him, teeth against Anatole’s shoulder.
This time Andrico’s dick was still half hard after he came. He made Anatole wait as he cleaned up, kneeling on the bed and sitting back on his heels when he came back. Making Anatole come hither, he cupped his cheek before his hand found its way back to Anatole’s hair.
“It seems like not so little ‘Drico isn’t done with you. Is that vibrator against your clit?”
Anatole adjusted it. “Now it is, Papi.”
“Good, keep it there. Now open up.”
When Anatole took his dick into his mouth, Andrico groaned, throwing his head back, starting to rock his hips into his mouth. While he could take it, Anatole did have a gag reflex, unlike Julian. It made him choke on Andrico’s dick when it reached the back of his throat but he liked it like that. He could barely look up at Andrico through his lashes, tears in the corners of his eyes.
He relaxed his throat when Andrico pushed in, and sucked until his cheeks hollowed when he pushed back.
It took Andrico a longer time to come, almost completely spent, but knowing he had another orgasm in him, he made Anatole keep going. He did it gladly, drool falling on his chin. When he pulled back to ask him if he wanted him to swallow, his voice was coarse.
“No, Cheri, I want to see my cum on your face.”
His clit felt sensitive with the vibrations, yet he missed them when he moved it again with Andrico’s permission so he could angle himself better. He kept sucking his dick, Andrico guiding his head until he was about to come. He got up from his heels, upright enough so he could come on Anatole’s face.
He had his mouth open, Andrico’s come falling on his face, his lips, and inside his mouth. As he came down from it, he rubbed his thumb against Nana’s lower lip. He sucked it, and soon enough Andrico pulled him into a kiss.
He helped Anatole clean his face, both of them holding each other close, making goo-goo eyes at each other. Andrico was about to ask him if he was alright, or if he wanted to come again, when there was a knock on the door, Julian announcing himself from the other side of it.
He came in and Andrico regained that rascal-like glint on his eyes.
“Did you have fun, Juju?”
“I did,” he said, getting cherry red as he thought about how his night had started. “Did you?”
“We did. Our Anatole here has been very good, you know? Why don’t you come thank him for letting other people borrow you, and clean him up? He could use coming a couple more times.”
Julian got on his knees faster than the speed of light.
Ralphie’s whiskers and his soft nose tickled Anatole’s face until he woke up. Groggy he buried his face in the pillow, but Ralphie was undeterred: he curled next to him in it, shoving a piece of paper on Anatole’s face.
If he was awake enough to form coherent thoughts, he’d be in disbelief a ferret just won between him and sleep. With a mumble he turned the lights of the room on, reading whatever it was that Ralphie had shoved on his face.
Andrico’s handwriting was messier than usual, the characteristic looseness of his husband’s drunk hand. He couldn’t be too mad at them as he read the letter, the fact Andrico was too drunk to not recall where he was, and that Anatole had simply decided to call it an early night because he was tired too amusing to be angry about.
He would still be grump, and incoherent. He was not awake enough for any of this.
Reluctantly he left the bed, finding the parlour they had been all drinking in earlier. Ilya gave him a boisterous welcome as he opened the door, while Andrico stared at him like he was an apparition.
“You’re home?!”
“How drunk is he?”
Ilya shrugged. “He was just crying about your butt so, take a guess, Tolen’ka.”
“Very, then.”
“It’s his fault,” his accent was slightly thicker when Andrico was drunk, but it was probably the way he slurred his words together, “I wrote it in the letter.”
“You woke me up, that’s what you did.”
“But I miss you.”
“Then stop drinking, and come to bed... you can fall asleep with your hands on my ass, if that would seal the deal.”
May I request some Alec x Andrico for gag & good 👀
You sure can 💖
NSFW Muse Reaction Prompts
[ gag ] your muse gagging mine, or or making them be quiet.
[ good ] your muse calling mine a good boy / girl.
“Please,” Alec asked, not for the first time that evening. “Please, baby, let me come.”
“I told you to be patient,” Andrico said sternly, though he was smiling playfully at her, even as pouty tears slipped from her eyes. “And to be quiet.”
It was true, but Alec couldn’t help it. The way his fingers curled inside her just felt so good, and the way they kept leaving her right before she got to come was pure torture. She whined, and he shook his head as they left her sex again.
“Be quiet,” he repeated, sticking his fingers into her mouth instead.
Alec tried to be quiet, she really, honestly did, but she still moaned around him, tasting herself and wanting more, more, more.
He laughed, pulling his fingers away. “You’re not listening to me, alouette. Let’s try something else to keep you quiet, hm?” Leaning back on his knees, he stroked himself, and Alec sat up quickly, already crawling towards him. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you come.”
She nodded desperately, kissing up his thighs. “I’ll be good, Papi, I promise.”
“We’ll see about that.” He held his cock and waited for her to press her lips to his tip before his hands moved to the back of her head, tangling in her hair.
Starting slowly, Alec wrapped her lips around him, bobbing her head forwards and backwards, getting into a familiar rhythm. It didn’t take long for his hips to move with her, tugging at her hair to keep her in place as he sped up.
He was practically fucking her face, and Alec loved it, focusing on sucking around him as he thrust forward, hitting the back of her throat. She dug her nails into the backs of his thighs, but didn’t move away. Though her eyes started to burn with tears, and the area between her legs still ached to be touched, she was suddenly too preoccupied with the feeling of him, and the noises he was making, to care.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and Alec heard his breath hitch and felt his legs tremble in a way that meant he was close.
Normally, when Alec felt that particular tremor, she would pull back, and let him come on her chest, but this time she stayed where she was, wanting to keep him in her mouth as long as possible.
“Alec—” His grip in her hair tightened and he started to pull away, but she held onto his thighs, looking right up at him, brown eyes meeting blue ones as he came down her throat. The shudder that ran through his body when she swallowed was worth it for her, and she gently dragged her tongue over the piercings on his length as it fell from her lips.
She felt a missed bead of his cum drip from the side of her mouth and went to wipe it away, but before she could do so, Andrico was kissing her, pushing her back onto the bed.
“Fuck,” He murmured against her lips, and Alec moaned as he started to rub his thigh against her where she wanted him most. “Fuck,” he repeated, breathless. “Such a good girl.”
“Can I come now?” She asked through gasps when he moved back, her voice a little hoarse. “Please, Papi?”
Grabbing her thighs, Andrico pulled her closer to him, already lining himself up to her sex. “Of course, ti zwazo, you earned it.”
She reached up to hold onto his shoulders, throwing her head back as he entered her. “Mm, do I still have to be quiet?”
As he started to fuck her, Andrico shook his head, kissing her again. “Sing for me.”
Sighing in relief, Alec let go, and sang his praises.
Sequel to this fic from @ilyamatic, Alec’s own thoughts about her apothecary
Title: Astronaut by UMA
415 words
Eventually Alec’s song faded out, along with the magic she had cast, and she sat in silence, still patting Andrico’s head gently. All of his unspoken negative emotions flowed through her now, the price she paid to have him sleeping peacefully in her lap. It was a worthwhile toll, and one she would take as often as he needed, but it still made her think.
There always seemed to be so much on his mind, things she would never know or understand—not that she needed to, she had her own past she didn’t share—but she wanted to help somehow.
You do help, he would say, she knew.
(And he would help in turn, on those rare occasions when she woke up in a panic, the lingering threads of her own nightmares clinging to her skin like ash, smoke still clogging her throat. Even if she couldn’t speak, he would hold her until she could, if she wanted to.)
But she wondered if it was enough.
She leaned over him, softly taking his face in her hands, studying the freckles across his cheeks, the dark eyelashes that framed them. He looked calm, for once, and that made her smile, thinking about the intimidating look he wore while he worked, talked, walked—did almost anything, really.
He had that look when they first met, even. When she had caught his eye in the middle of a festival crowd, during one of the band’s performances. She was surprised that when they actually started talking—which hadn’t taken long—he was very easy to talk to.
“Alec?”
Startled out of her thoughts, she was suddenly looking into his brown eyes, watching as they flickered over her face.
“Sorry,” she whispered, stroking his cheek with her thumb, tracing the phantom trails of tears. “Did I wake you?”
He shook his head, sitting up. “No.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Better.” He took her hand in his, and she felt her stomach flutter when he brought it to his lips. “Thank you.”
She just smiled at him, and gestured for him to lay next to her, so she could wrap herself in his arms again. This is enough, she thought, as the last clouds of negativity that she took faded away. And eventually, she fell asleep, into a dreamless pool of warm darkness. Covered by a comforting blanket of surety, as sure as the body she was pressed against, the familiar smell of herbs pulling her further into the pool.
