eliot_thespectacular

Aaron

Eliot had been just about to give up when out of nowhere he spotted Willy. And as soon as he'd started speaking the fae had flippantly said, "It's taken care of." Eliot had been confused, but Willy was clearly in a rush and not interested in speaking. Come back later, he'd said, or just go have your fun. I told you it's already taken care of.

Eliot didn't dare hope, but he also didn't know what to do. Should he find some random person on the street and try to kiss them? No, obviously not. And besides, he knew what he wanted to do.

It didn't take too long to find out where the kingsguard lived. And though it was difficult magic, he managed to maintain invisibility as he snuck around the castle. And managed to maintain it when he saw Aaron, and followed him until he was alone. Wanting to be sure no one would see him.

Then he dropped the spell, once he was standing in front of Aaron, and put a finger to his lips.

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Eliot leaned back on his palms to brace himself, and became more and more aroused as he watched Aaron. "Fuck..." he groaned as one of his balls went into Aaron's mouth. He was just so hot.

He was very hot, and he absolutely did not love Eliot; he had pushed that part entirely aside.

Aaron knew he couldn't trust what he felt, and he agreed with Eliot. But he still did like Eliot a lot and wanted this to be good. Very good.

He enjoyed it too, of course, to watch him slowly get aroused. He was so beautiful. Gods, he was beautiful.

Finally, he wrapped his lips around the now hard cock and swallowed him down.

Eliot groaned and arched his back. "God, baby, when I first met you I never would have guessed you'd be so good at this..."

Part of Aaron wished he wasn't good at it. Or at least, didn't enjoy it as much as he did. He might live a simpler life if he could marry, inherit and procreate. Unfortunately, he loved this and wasn't about to deny it to himself.

He hummed, pleased, and took him further. He knew Eliot wanted other things, but he would have to stop him if he didn't want to come like this. He was enjoying the High King's responses and his cock far too much.

Eliot gasped at a particularly deft move of Aaron's tongue, and lifted one of his hands to slide into his hair. "I know you want to fuck me again," he murmured. "And I'll still be nice and wet for you. I can still feel your come dripping down my thighs." Not completely accurate, but a nice visual.

Aaron got up and kissed Eliot, fiercely. He too was hard again. "Gods, I do love that dirty mouth of yours," he said - it escaped him. "Come on then," he added and got back on the bed. "Get yourself on here."

A smile tugged at Eliot's lips. "And I like you a little bossy," he said. "So you want me to ride your cock, baby?"

It was a strange endearment to Aaron's ears, but it seemed well-meant so he didn't comment on being called a baby.

"I do," he said. "I want to see you loose yourself on it."

Eliot swung a leg over him and then slowly lowered himself onto his cock. "Like this?" he murmured.

Aaron groaned as Eliot lowered himself. He wasn't lying when he said he was still slick. "Just like that," he said and grabbed his hips to help him push down further.

"Fuck yes," groaned Eliot, and began to move on top of him. "God you feel good..."

Aaron bucked his hips lightly, meeting with Eliot. He watched him move, elegantly, regally, but with abandon and held his hips tightly, nails digging in slightly. He groaned and was overcome with lust again, as if he hadn't just fucked him once before.

Eliot stared down at him as he moved on top of him, expression full of desire.

"I've been dreaming about this," he breathed.

"Yeah," Aaron breathed. "Me too," he admitted. "Gods, me too."

Such a sight, such beauty. "This is better, though."

Eliot wet his lips, and then teased, "Better than the pretty young blond?"

"Better," Aaron assured him. He meant it and arched his hips, pushing hard inside him.

Eliot wondered if that was actually true, but he wasn't going to ask.

"Yeah? I'm glad... I want to make you come again..." And he started to ride him a little harder.

"Touch yourself," Aaron said. He wanted to watch him, like he'd done before, though now he was truly riding him.

Eliot slid his hand onto his cock and started to stroke in rhythm of moving up and down on Aaron's cock. "You're going to get a taste, sweetheart," he murmured.

"Give it to me," Aaron replied, breaths coming harder. It was ludicrous how much he wanted this, or indeed anything with this man. He just wanted it all, and wanted it now.

"Oh god," Eliot groaned, and closed his eyes as he stroked his cock faster.... it wasn't long before he was coming, across Aaron's chest and face.

Eliot tightened deliciously around his cock, giving him just that push that he needed to come as well, buried deep inside. "Gods..." he groaned, exhausted.

Eliot opened his eyes, and smiled down at Aaron. Then he leaned over and licked a streak of come from Aaron's chin before kissing him.

Aaron kissed him back tired but eager still, tasting him on his lips. "That was... amazing," he said and kissed him again.

Eliot smiled, and carefully climbed off of him and then lay against his chest. "I think I need a nap."

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