Enabling

Author’s note: Happy holidays to everyone! Happy Christmas, Chanukah, Kwanza, etc. And to the atheists…have a happy day. Have a gift; have some smut.

As he had told Albel once before, giving gifts was not in Vox’s nature. However, regardless of nature, the duke thought it appropriate to present his little spouse with a token of gratitude for the year of pleasurable service their marriage had brought him.

Albel had just returned from Kirlsa where he had been on a mission to train a new bunch of soldiers. The boy was wary and tired and it was an ideal time to bestow a loving gift upon the youth. During the late hours, Vox went to the boy’s quarters to fetch him. Albel put up a brief protest about being tired and needing rest, but the man simply took the youth by the wrist, snatched up his travel bag, and away they went, back to the duke’s quarters.

The journey and mission had strained the young captain. Sensing that the boy’s tension might be a threat to potential nocturnal activities, Vox thought it best to begin with a relaxing hot bath. He ran the water while keeping an arm securely around Albel’s waist. The young captain must have been tired; Albel leaned against his husband, accepting the gentle touch of fingers running up and down his spine.

They settled into the water together. Vox pulled the boy into him, wrapping his arms around Albel’s middle. Albel responded, lying back and resting his cheek against the man’s shoulder. Each moment they spent in the oiled water, the looser the boy’s muscles would become and the more relaxed they both became.

Vox grasped Albel’s chin and turned the boy’s head. He laid a kiss to the youth’s lips and was pleased by the feel of eager lips pushing back. Encouraged, he kissed deeper, slipping his tongue past Albel’s yielding lips and lapping at the warm walls of the boy’s mouth.

Albel turned in the embrace, lifting his arms to wrap them around the duke’s neck. He kissed back passionately, lacing fingers in the man’s hair and tugging enthusiastically. A soft growl escaped Vox’s throat. He bit at the boy’s bottom lip and then sucked on the wound. The small body in his arms arched and a quiet little moan reached the man’s ears.

He kissed the boy‘s lips gently. “Are you relaxed enough, my little brat?”

“Yes” Albel sighed, leaning his head on his husband’s shoulder once more.

“Good.”

Climbing out of the large tub, Vox dried himself quickly with a towel before pulling the youth from the tub and drying him as well. Albel seemed ready to retire, but the man had plans for the remainder of the evening. In an impressive display of strength, Vox scooped his young spouse into his arms and carried the boy to his bedroom. Albel was slightly stunned that he could be lifted so easily; he was tall, but his weight was sleight.

The young captain was deposited on the large bed, head cushioned by a plush pillow. It was a struggle to stay alert, the comfort of the bed was so alluring. Vox cured the desire for rest easily by lying cold, wet hands on the boy’s thighs. Albel arched at the sudden coldness.

“Don’t rest yet, Albel, tonight I want to give you a gift.”

The boy bit his lip as the cold hands moved higher, to his hips. “What type of gift?”

Vox again dunked his hands in a bowl of cold water that was by the bedside and touched his young spouse. “A gift you will truly enjoy.”

“You are truly a perverted man.”

“It’s called a sex drive, Albel, and contrary to your belief, everyone has one and acts on their desire for sex.”

A clever retort lodged in the youth’s throat when he was turned onto his stomach. “Now what are you doing?”

The man did not respond. Quickly drying his hands, he reached over to he bedside stand and this time picked up a small bottle of oil. He dribbled a small bit of oil onto Albel’s back, watching hungrily as the fluid slid down the boy’s spine to pool at the indent in the small of the youth’s back. Albel moaned at the feel of the warm liquid on his skin.

Grinning to himself, Vox laid his hands on the boy, dipping his fingers into the tiny puddle of oil and spreading it over the boy’s back. He took great care to work out kinks and knots and tension from his spouse’s body. The small body relaxed beneath his fingers and small moans and groans of appreciation escaped the young captain.

Albel had just begun to slip into unconsciousness when his husband’s hand drifted lower and started to massage the oil into his buttocks. The youth was immediately awake. He tried to glance over his shoulder at the duke.

“What are you doing?”

“Just be still.”

Vox spread the oil over the swell of Albel’s buttocks, then ran his hands down the boy’s thighs and calves. Albel could feel his husband’s arousal rub against him. The man’s hands went back up to fondle his spouse’s behind. The muscles beneath his fingers tensed.

“Now, now, my brat,” a thumb slid between the boy’s cheeks, “tensing will do you no good”

The young captain bit his lip harshly, his back arching slightly as he was vented and slick fingers circled his puckered entrance. A finger slipped inside easily. It wasn’t long before Vox forced a second digit in and stroked Albel from the inside. For several long minutes the man pumped his finger in and out of the boy, delighting in the writhing and moaning that rewarded his efforts.

A contented sigh escaped Albel. The pleasure was just beginning to creep through his body when Vox withdrew his fingers. He was turned over onto his back and his husband continued the sensual massage. The boy grunted and arched as his cock was fondled. Vox took great delight in rubbing the oil up and down his spouse’s shaft then slipping his hand down to fondle the boy’s sac.

When the hands traveled up his sides and moved to tease his nipples, Albel grasped the man firmly by the wrists and guided the hands back down his stomach and between his legs. Vox let out a quiet laugh and leaned down to kiss his spouse on the lips; Albel was ready.

“Turn back over, Albel” Vox kissed the boy, “I’m going to do something that I think you will enjoy.”

A tiny sound that might have been laughter passed Albel’s lips. He turned over, as instructed, and hands immediately lifted him up, onto his knees. Fingers found their way inside of him again. The fingers pumped in and out, then stretched his opening wide.

When he withdrew his fingers, Vox instructed Albel to stay on his knees. He reached to the bedside stand once again and picked up a silken scarf.

“I want you to experience a very old bedroom trick called seven knots to heaven” at that point the duke began to tie several knots into the silken scarf, “This trick is said to greatly heighten sexual pleasure. Would you like to know how it works?”

Albel panted then leaned his head back to moan a breathy response. “Yes”

Vox grinned to himself before working two digits into the youth’s loosened hole. “What I’m going to do now is carefully insert each of these seven knots into your body. Are you ready?”

“Yes” The boy panted, taking in a shuddery breath as mere seconds later a finger pressed the first knot in. He jerked at the feeling.

“Be still” Vox soothed, keeping the boy’s entrance open with two fingers of one hand, and inserting the second knot with the other.

Very slowly, all of the knots were worked into the boy’s body. The small body shook and quivered; Albel felt completely filled.

“Now, this won’t work unless you’re at the brink of ecstasy, ready to come. So please endure this for just a bit longer.”

With the boy filled with the knots, Vox wrapped his fingers around Albel’s aching cock, turned the boy, and latched his mouth to the boy’s nipple. His young spouse arched against him, letting out a gasp at the feel of both the hand and mouth on him.

Albel laced his fingers in the man’s hair, keeping the man’s mouth in place. Vox nipped at his nipple gently, then swirled his tongue around the nub before sucking eagerly at it. The suction was so warm and exhilarating, ragged, harsh pants and moans were dragged from the boy’s lips. Vox tightened his grip on the boy’s shaft. When Albel raked his artificial nails down his back, the man knew that he could begin. He reached down, between the youth’s legs and tugged the first knot free. Albel stiffened in his arms and sucked in a deep breath.

“Did you like that, love?” the duke teased.

Albel cried out and wrapped his limbs tightly around the man.

Vox pumped more fervently, then pulled out a second knot.

Albel stiffened again and screamed, “Vox!”

The man leaned forward to lap at the boy’s nipple. He sucked and tugged at the nub, working yet another knot out of the youth’s body.

“You’re beautiful, Albel. Are you enjoying yourself, brat? Does this feel good?” He punctuated the question by pulling a knot free.

The hand on his cock pumped faster and the young captain screamed in pleasure. His muscles were tightening and he arched into the duke’s strong, warm body. The boy tried to respond, tried to force out some sound that was not a moan or gasp of pleasure, but his voice seemed to have disappeared.

“What was that, little brat?”

The fifth knot was pulled from him and then the sixth. The feeling pulled another scream from the boy.

“Yes, Vox! I love it, it feels so good! Keep going!”

Vox laughed then leaned forward to take Albel’s nipple into his mouth again. His hand sped up in its urgent stroking of the boy’s cock. Albel was letting out those short, breathy moans that drove him crazy, the same moans which told him that Albel was close to his climax.

The suction on his chest and the strong, warm fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock were too much. The young captain sunk his nails into the soft flesh of his husband’s back. Vox growled, pleased.

“That’s it, Albel, come for me!”

The final knot was yanked from the boy’s body, accompanied by a shrill yell. Albel threw his head back and screamed as he came, spilling his seed on both of their stomachs. When he was certain that his young spouse was emptied, Vox laid the boy down on the covers. He watched the rise and fall of the youth’s chest as Albel panted and gasped for air.

“Very good. Turn over now, my brat.”

Albel was not given time to obey the command. The duke turned him over and parted his cheeks, first examining the boy’s loosened hole and then filling it with his unfulfilled arousal. A soft moan escaped Albel’s lips, but he did not move as his husband made use of his body.

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The next morning found the two captains lying abed. Albel was just beginning to stir when the duke got up and began to dress. The man leaned over and placed a kiss on his young spouse’s forehead before leaving to eat his breakfast that had been delivered. Nearly an hour later, the young captain left the bedroom, stretching his limbs and seating himself across from Vox. He stole a piece of toast from the man.

“Was that my gift last night?” The boy asked.

Vox fixed his eyes on the boy. “It was. Did you not enjoy it?”

Albel glared. “Regardless of enjoyment, I would hardly call that a gift. You really are a terrible gift giver.”

“You are an ungrateful brat!” The duke returned the glare.

“And you are a poor husband!”

“You little--!”

~END