It had been a very long, dull day. Lotor had been kept busy all morning and afternoon, between performing his various duties as Emperor and plotting with Voltron.
He had gotten bored, and worse, he had let his thoughts wander. So now, he was bored and frustrated.
That was simply unacceptable.
Argyle was passing through the hall, heading back to his room for a well-earned nap, when an arm suddenly snatched him and pulled him into a dark room. He panicked, until he realized the arm belonged to a very hot and bothered Lotor.
"Please..." He was now holding Argyle close and panting quietly. His clothes were half off. "I- I need you, right now, please..." There was a whine in his voice that made Argyle's knees weak, and suddenly napping was the very last thing on his to-do list. Lotor was at the top.
"Very well, since you asked so nicely." Argyle gave his needy boyfriend a deep kiss. "...What did you have in mind?"
The former prince gazed at him, eyes glassy with desire. "I want you to have your way with me. Be so rough with me that I can only whimper your name. Drive me into the mattress until I cannot walk, afterwards. Please, Argyle, I want to be thoroughly used by you..."
Argyle swallowed, his blush not the only thing rising at Lotor's words. "...Wow, um..." He took a breath to regain his composure and get into the right headspace. "No one can accuse you of being cryptic."
"Not with you. You know what I want. I want you. Please." Gentle, desperate, pleading in the way that he knew put Argyle into a dominant mood.
It worked. Argyle impulsively shoved the taller man against the wall and started sucking hard on his neck. Lotor sighed with relief and melted into his touch.
"That's it, yes, please, more..."
Argyle smirked against his throat. "What makes me so special, that the Emperor begs for my attentions?"
"Because I trust you, and I crave you... Stars..."
Argyle smiled and took a step back, much to Lotor's displeasure. "Finish taking your clothes off, so I can satisfy your craving."
Lotor happily stripped and helped Argyle unzip his own suit. The sight of all that flushed purple skin made them both even more eager. They stumbled further into the room and collapsed on the bed together in a tangle of passionate limbs.
Argyle rolled on top of Lotor with a boldness that would have shocked his past self. "...So good, showing such control and waiting for me." He ran a gentle thumb over Lotor's dripping slit.
Lotor shivered, gasping. "...I-I'm trying..." His expression was unapologetically needy.
Argyle smirked a little and slipped a finger inside him, earning a moan. "Good boy. Keep it in for another minute. Can you do that for me?"
Lotor whined a little, but nodded. "Anything, for you."
Grinning, Argyle leaned over Lotor and kissed him again before renewing his attentions to the emperor's neck. Running his hot tongue up Lotor's throat, then trailing a line of gentle nibbles down until reaching the collarbone, which he attacked with the sort of gusto that tended to leave those cute little bruises Lotor was always so proud of. All the while, he worked Lotor's slit with tortuously slow fingers, delighting in the subsequent noises. Lotor's hands clutched at the bedsheets, his head thrown back as he moaned.
"I- I can't," Lotor eventually gasped. "Please, Argyle, please..."
"You're doing a wonderful job." Argyle pulled back to look adoringly at him. "Just another moment, please?"
Lotor looked uncertain, but Argyle's soft voice praising him gave him the courage to nod. "All right. I'll- I'll try."
Argyle kissed his forehead, then repositioned himself over him. Ever careful, he pushed his length into Lotor's silt, rubbing against his sensitive member and stretching him deliciously. Lotor arched into the thrust, giving a high pitched noise. The strange mix of partial relief and fresh torment left him quivering.
Argyle set a slow, steady pace as he moved in and out, restraining himself from following his own impulse to speed up. He wanted to hear Lotor's reaction, first.
"Ha- Hard- Harder!" Lotor moved his hands to Argyle's sides and gripped as firmly as he dared.
"You sure?" Argyle hesitated, panting.
Lotor whined. "Yes! Completely sure! Please don't stop!"
Shrugging, Argyle resumed his thrusts, increasing the pace and force behind them. Lotor's eyes glazed over in agonized pleasure as he gave a series of ever-louder moans. He wanted so badly to extend, to climax, but the inability to do so was such blissful torture. He clung to Argyle, chest pressed tight against his, and trembled from need. But he was determined. He would be good for Argyle. He could do this.
Argyle smiled to himself, gazing down at the man he loved. Lotor was so beautiful. Especially like this. So eager to please. So completely trusting. Lotor's trust was not a thing easily earned, much less his affection, and Argyle felt like he'd won the lottery every time Lotor dropped his guard and allowed himself to be vulnerable around him.
"You feel so amazing," he breathed.
Lotor whimpered louder, digging his fingers into Argyle's back as he tried to form coherent thoughts.
This attempt was thwarted when Argyle shifted his weight so that he could free a hand and trail it slowly up Lotor's body. Tracing invisible patterns up his thigh, pausing on the most ticklish part of his ribs.
Lotor squirmed away from his hand, yelping. "N-no, please, Argyle! Have some mercy!"
Argyle laughed, but relented. His hand wandered onto Lotor's chest. The Emperor's breath caught in his throat as careful fingers brushed over his erect nipple. Argyle, having slowed while he concentrated, chose that moment to renew his thrusts.
Lotor arched into him, practically sobbing with pure need. "Y-yesss..."
Argyle's hand finished its journey, tangling in Lotor's hair. "You like this, huh?" His voice was teasing, and surprisingly steady in spite of how hard he was breathing. "Giving me control, this way? Being good for me?"
Lotor shivered at his words, his desire to be good warring with the throbbing ache between his legs, which was growing stronger every moment. Having Argyle pounding into him was such an exquisite mix of torture and bliss. Even his need to climax temporarily dulled in favor of this delightful status quo, he was so lost in the rush of amazing sensations. Desperate whimpers and whines escaped his throat, sprinkled with the occasional curse or whisper of "more," "harder," "please." To Argyle, these sounds were sweeter than any symphony.
Argyle could feel himself getting close and immediately slowed his pace, much to Lotor's dismay.
"Nono, please don't stop!" Lotor instinctively started rocking his hips to try and maintain the previous pace.
Of course, this was just a little too much to let slide. Argyle pushed him down hard onto the mattress, holding him in place.
"Be still." His tone was stern, his every mannerism showing how thoroughly dominant he was feeling. He was not in the mood to be ignored.
Lotor sensed this and only grew more aroused from it. He obeyed and tried not to move, albeit not without biting his lip and whining. "Please, please touch me, please..."
An approving smirk replaced Argyle's glare. "All in good time. Let me appreciate how gorgeous you are, like this."
Predictably, this only made Lotor's situation worse. His blush deepened and he had to focus all his will on not moving.
"There's my good boy." Argyle leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "...I want to take you from behind, now. Would you like that?"
Lotor's eyes widened and he nodded eagerly. "Yes, please do."
The smirk was back. "I have an optional challenge for you. If you're up for it."
"...I'm guessing you want me to keep it in while you do it?"
"I do, yes. Can you do that for me?"
Lotor swallowed hard. "...I can try. I want to try. I want to please you."
Argyle gave him a quick kiss for courage. "My brave boy. Dont be afraid to tell me if it's too much."
They both turned over, Lotor moving to his knees for support. Argyle was already very slick from their previous activity, but he took a moment to prepare Lotor's hole with gentle fingers. Lotor whimpered into the bed, wishing he'd just get on with it.
His wish was granted a moment later, when Argyle slipped into him unceremoniously. Lotor arched his back and moaned, eyes rolling back in his head as Argyle thrust against his prostate.
"Please," he whined, "please let me extend, please..."
Argyle smiled, finally taking pity on the emperor. "One more minute, and then you can even come, if you like."
Lotor nodded, the thought of relief taunting him, so close he could taste it. Made all the more tempting by Argyle suddenly going at a very fast and hard pace, moaning in his ear and pulling his hair. Lotor cried out, almost sobbing with sheer pleasure crashing against his own willpower. He could do it, he could do it, he couldn't do it, he couldn't, he-
Lotor's pulsing length practically sprang from his sheath and he came about three seconds later, crying out Argyle's name. Argyle slowly pulled out, stroking Lotor's hair and muttering sweet words.
"Its all right. You did so well. You were very close, you almost made it. I didn't make it easy on you, and you did so good."
Lotor basked in the praise as he pulled himself together. "S-sorry, just the same. I suppose now you have to..." He pushed himself against Argyle, knowing he had stopped before he was satisfied. "...Punish me?"
Argyle's face was flushed, but he was biting his lip and grinning. "Oh, don't worry, I was planning to." He pulled Lotor's head back by his hair and whispered in a low, filthy tone, "After all, you asked me to thoroughly use you, right? Something about you whimpering my name and not being able to walk tomorrow? I'm going to fuck you until I'm satisfied and you're a blubbering mess."
Lotor trembled with need, biting down hard on his own lip as he moaned, the mere promise enough to make him fully aroused again. "Please..."
Argyle carefully seized a fistful of silken hair and went to town, setting a relentless pace as he thrust deep into Lotor's body. The emperor cried out, gripping the bedsheets. He was already so close... He came again after just a few minutes, shuttering and whimpering, while Argyle didn't so much as slow down.
"That's two," he growled low in Lotor's ear. "Shall we see how many you can handle? Remind me, what was your record, again?"
"In- in a row?" Lotor gasped out. "Fi- Five." He didn't have a very long refractory period, a fact Argyle loved to make use of.
Lotor could feel the sly grin against his neck. "Let's see if we can't beat that, shall we?"
Argyle punctuated this with a particularly well timed thrust, and Lotor couldn't answer beyond a sharp groan as he came again.
"Good. That's three. You all right?"
"Y-yes. Please, Argyle..." His voice broke.
Argyle slowed for a moment, touch turning gentle. "Repeat your safeword for me."
Lotor whined softly, but appreciated that Argyle was so careful with him, even in the throes of rough love-making. "Sendak's Left Elbow. Please, don't stop! It's good! It- it's too much but it's so good..."
Reassured that Lotor was fully aware of what he was signing up for, Argyle redoubled his pace to make up for lost time. Lotor gave a strangled cry of pleasure, which egged him on.
"I- I'm- please, let me-" Lotor babbled, just before his fourth orgasm washed over him. He nearly sobbed as his dick twitched pointlessly, his seed long since spent.
Argyle was close; he couldn't hold out much longer himself. He reached around and pumped Lotor with one hand while he slowed down his thrusts just enough to regain control. Lotor did sob this time, overstimulated to a level that was painful but in the best way, a way he'd desperately craved. He soon came again, tears escaping his eyes as his voice cracked on a wordless cry.
"Argyle," he whimpered, unable to do much else. Just as Argyle had promised. "Argyle, please... Please..."
"You sure? What's the safe-"
"It's Sendak's Left Elbow, I know, I remember it, I'm fine, just- do something- harder, softer- I- I don't know just do something please!"
Argyle had already pushed himself further than usual, and he knew he didn't have more than another minute or two left in him before he came, too. He pulled out all the stops, thrusting as fast and deep as he could while pumping hard with his hand. Lotor sobbed between begs and eventually weakly screamed Argyle's name as he came for a sixth time and collapsed onto the bed, whimpering softly as Argyle came hard inside him, digging his fingers into Lotor's side and moaning. Argyle promptly fell on top of him when he was done. They lay there, gasping for air and sweating profusely.
Argyle soon recovered enough to pet Lotor's hair and mutter praise. "...So good... Such a good boy... So proud of you..."
Lotor glowed with the praise and with satisfaction. He reached clumsily for Argyle, who took pity and rolled to the side so Lotor could hold him. Lotor hugged him close, arms trembling a little. Argyle noticed and felt a pang of guilt.
"Are you sure you're okay? Was it too much?"
"Maybe a bit, but that's just what I wanted." Lotor grinned. "You certainly know how to follow through on a promise. I can hardly move, much less walk."
Argyle snickered. "I'll bring you some water, as soon as my knees feel less jiggly. Maybe you can take a sick day, tomorrow. Recover."
"I like that plan." Lotor laughed, kissing his cheek. "...Maybe I can even have some revenge on you, for your excellent job destroying me."
Argyle swallowed, eyes widening. "I... imagine that can be arranged."
