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“huh.. well played. join us then, we could use someone to keep us honest.”
“it'd be my honor, grandmaster.”
varka lets out another scoff at the younger knight’s teasingly blasé tone, tearing his eyes back to the spiked pint in his hand. something about the kid always had a way to get him worked up. getting involved with him in the first place was only asking for trouble, varka new. but the second he caught the glimpse of an unfamiliar figure’s abyssal eyes in his ranks and decided to let him run free, varka knew he was too entranced for his own good. and now, he was sat with the vixen posed in his office and it’s taking all of him not to look at or imagine how his delicate legs are crossed across the couch, leather taut on the curves of his lean muscles and the boots’ edges accentuating and squeezing the meat of his thighs.
“what will i do with you?” the grandmaster muses, a surrendered smile evident in his voice. his gloved hand moves to rub his temples. lohen drove him crazy in many ways more than one, such that the brat always manages to do everything according to his own catastrophic methods. shamefully, under varka's own command and permission. maybe he, unbeknownst to himself, has a soft spot for the hare knight.
the vice captain remains in his place, idly fiddling with the tip of his knife and bottle of poison. it's difficult to tell what he's waiting for, if anything, since the mischief on his boyish face never faltered. he swings his hanging leg rhythmically, the subtle lift and contact of his thighs making his supple flesh fill the rigid fabric in his pants occasionally. it drives varka crazy, his subordinate’s body being innocently presented to him like this ripe for the claim. he more animalistic side of him wants to pounce.
finally, lohen speaks. each word from his voice makes its way straight to loosening varka’s self control. “what needs to be done, grandmaster?”
it's deadly, how the vice captain’s drop in octave sounds more and more like a dare for him. varka finally turns toward the boy. he doesn't miss the way lohen looks at him through his lashes, the heat in his eyes playfully dancing behind them like a dangling carrot. “it was a successful and thorough selection process, wasn't it?”
without another word, varka takes a large swig of his spiked beer and swiftly strides over to the figure on his couch. his comparatively bulky figure towers over the younger knight whose fidgeting had stopped completely. almost like a deer in headlights, lohen’s eyes widen as varka roughly grabs his throat and forces their lips together. the squeeze causes lohen to gasp, knife clattering to the floor as he freezes. the opening of his mouth lets varka force the poisoned drink down his throat.
lohen lets out a subtle, choked string of whines and he instinctively tries to shove the larger man away and breathe, tears beginning to form, but to no avail. varka’s hands and the rapid decrease of air in him wear at his resistance, hands instead falling to grab at dangling parts of the grandmaster’s uniform. he resists swallowing the liquid, however, smirking slightly at varka’s momentary falter in control.
the hare takes the chance to gain higher ground, pushing up almost into a sitting position before varka roughly knees the young knight’s legs apart and grabs the his jaw, the action enough to land lohen square under his grasp again with a growl. when the rest of the liquid finally slides down his throat, varka urgently pulls away, allowing the two now connected by a string of shared saliva to catch their breaths. what “needs” to be done is for the insolent knight to learn to act according to the code he swore upon officially joining the ranks and learn to obey the word of his superior, varka thinks.
in reality, he can only muster a slightly feral snarl resembling something like “you need to learn the proper way to do things.” to emphasize his point, varka tugs at lohen’s garter and lets it slap against his thigh. “and know you don't get special treatment”.
“ hah.. ” lohen gasps. “then hah.. haha… what's this, then?” he laughs weakly, eyes and hands traveling down to varka’s hard on, his hands on lohen's neck and face, and back to his burning, hungry gaze. “the grandmaster’s touch betrays his word,” lohen whispers, interrupted by a grimace. “you look like you want me.”
despite his marginal immunity, the toxin now swirling within the lohen’s stomach is beginning to take effect. he won't lose consciousness, but the numbness creeps into his limbs. it's difficult for him to move now, putting his vulnerability on display for the picking. the usually sharp, beautiful azure-crimson of the knight's eyes appear with a sheen like it’s taking everything in him to move his hands and head. he’s struggling, and it's nothing short of erotic.
“you just won't quit, will you?” varka snarls, flipping the smaller knight onto his stomach.
“quit what, master ?” lohen spats.
“being a tease, lohen, ” he replies, unbuckling the cape that hid the sinful curve of the vice captain's spine, pressing down. “have we been a tease? to get out of punishment?”
lohen’s hands naturally rise to his sides and grasps onto what of the couch he can at the pressure on his back and the new friction on his crotch. he barely stifles a moan at the feeling of varka’s large, warm hands on his body. on top of feeling weak, he feels himself getting sensitive for the touch. was it a side effect he didn't know about before? “i… hah … i don't know what you-” he remarks, not before bucking his ass further into varka's hold with a smirk, “-you're talking about- ah.. ”
varka’s eyes furrow as he sees the boisterous glint still in the younger knight’s eye at the action. he looks so small in front of him… delicate . soft tufts of mint green hair, rendered nearly translucent in the clear sunlight framing a frustratingly pretty face; a small, flexible, and dimpled back hardly camouflaged by layers of formalwear and armor; a supple, surprisingly unmarked and smooth ass under tight dress pants. varka knows lohen’s strength which alone rivals troops and the power packed in the thin muscle lining his body. the young captain could've probably turned the tables on him if he was in prime condition and really desired. yet, all that's on varka’s mind is how quickly he can take him apart right now. yet, he has such an audacity .
he shoves his knee between lohen’s legs again, spreading them while giving his clothed dick an unsatisfying amount of stimulation.
“ahh…”
lohen lets out a loud sound, something pathetic between a whimper and a moan. varka watches as he all but comes undone at the slight contact, eyes rolling back and a visible shiver rattling through his stiff body. “v- varka…” he pleads, voice thick with want. “please- mmph-!”
he’s interrupted again as varka puts a rough hand over his mouth and uses the other to gather both of the younger’s hands, securing them tightly behind his back with a stray strap from his discarded cape. he then continues to rub his cock through his pants, occasionally grinding his own erection into the curve of lohen’s clothed ass. the vice captain whines and whimpers loudly into varka’s hand as tears begin to fall at the stimulation. just from the sound of it, you would think he didn't have any shame.
lohen is pleading, varka knows, but something about seeing the vice captain utterly helpless under him aroused him greater. though, the older knight never admit it– what this misfit knight did to his urges. instead, he takes his time drawing out the torment.
he climbs over lohen's shaking body and begins his exploit on his ears and neck, licking and biting his earlobe and tugging at the jewelry on it. it earns him an increase in muffled cries and a clear look into the insolent boy’s eyes that are hazy with ecstasy. “you really are such a slut…” he whispers, with feigned surprise. “it only took a little roughhousing to get you all wet.”
varka, with a steady finger, teases where he feels the wet spot forming in lohen's pants while he bites into the back of the latter’s neck right between his choker and shirt collar. it earns him an even louder gasp-whine, and when varka's hand slips slightly from lohen’s mouth, a garbled, thick, “ah- fuckmealready!”
as if he were in any position to make demands, lohen’s brows were furrowed and eyes serious momentarily before another rub of varka’s cock against his ass practically fucks the lucidity from his eyes once again. “you don't get to ask for anything right now, remember?” varka says with a short slap to the younger’s face, watching as his head dumbly rolls back again. lohen makes a strangled noise like a cornered animal, somewhat akin to a reluctant agreement.
lohen writhes, and varka begins to understand why as his free hand moves down to wrap around to lohen's chest, sliding underneath his blazer to toy with his breast. oh, he’s burning to the touch. his rough fingers brush over the younger knight’s nipples which begin to form visible peaks, even through his dress shirt. lohen practically drools into varka’s hand as he feels the full force of the much bulkier man on his back and enveloping his own body. it's maddening, the feeling of being slightly crushed and entirely outclassed. when varka pinches one of his buds before fondling the boy’s small breasts, kneading at them like they're much larger than they are, lohen’s body pitches forward with the force of an arrow, squealing.
varka's mouth is still at lohen’s ear giving him mouthfuls of filthy nothings and his own deep grunts. “archons, vice captain… i-if you don't quiet down i'll have to take you to the dungeons,” he pants.
well, as if he wasn't already aroused enough. “y-you don't have to be that nice to me, grandmaster,” lohen retorts with a grin.
the man above him only lets out a tch in reply, instead moving the hand that was on lohen’s mouth down to his own stomach, barely unbuttoning his trousers enough to pull his cock out. meanwhile, he flips lohen’s limp body over with his free hand. with lohen's arms still bound behind his back, his chest, torso, and hips are lifted and bare, displaying his body in all its glory. the larger knight unbuttons the boy’s dress shirt and shoves the layers of clothing off his chest as much as the arms allowed him to.
varka runs an oversized hand over the now bare chest under him, more carefully tracing the small peaks on the vice captain’s chest. he pinches and rubs one of the nubs while leaning down to take the other into his mouth, entirely ignoring the other's increasingly desperate whines. between his ministrations, varka hears the boy cry above him, strings of blabbering between “stop” and “more”. it's music to his ears, this and his rapidly rising and falling chest only urging him to torment the young knight further. he sucks, bites, and licks the now swollen bud before beginning to rip at the other one.
“ a-ahh… ngh… v-vark- ah.. ”
“no… n-i mean- hahhh… m-ore…”
“f-fuck! hngh- please-”
lohen, hardly lucid wishes he could grab varka's hair, kiss him– force him to touch his dick– or whatever more than having to take the assault of his mouth so obediently. a part of him hates it, the lack of control he has with varka, but that only makes him more eager to have his cock inside him, to make him hurt so bad he doesn't need control.
as if he read his mind, varka moves off lohen’s chest, one arm propping himself up with a hand around lohen's throat, and the other stroking his length to its fullest. he brings it to lohen's stomach, where a womb would be, and smirks up at the boy, rubbing at his stretched thin waist to suggest his point.
the younger knight’s glowing eyes had been set on the other's huge cock since the second he took it out, and only at varka’s voice did he snap out of it and return the gaze. “fuck,” he looks at his thigh and then back to lohen's waist and his own length. “you're like, the size of my thigh , lohen…”
varka thrusts on lohen’s stomach. “how does something this take me so well?”
“s-shut the fuck up, old man… hurry…”
varka chuckles, turning his attention to the now large, swollen, wet spot on lohen’s trousers. in the corner of his eye, he sees the younger knight flush red and pitifully try to hide his expression, turning his head towards the couch pillows. varka could imagine the boy’s maddeningly pink, hard cock lying uselessly crushed in his boxers, leaking profusely with pre cum. he rubs a rough hand over the damp mound, pulling a drawn out moan from the man beneath him. he watches as zaps of pleasure shoot up lohen’s taut body, muscles in the little hare’s neck straining and his princely face contorting in pleasure. “oh, this useless thing doesn't stand a chance ,” the older knight scoffs. “'s almost like it's just there for decoration.”
lohen whimpers at the degradation and tries to pull his legs closed with shame, denied when varka nudges the legs apart with his knee again. “v-varka… p-please” he whimpers again. the vice captain, at this point effectively being reduced to a tool of his pleasure, follows every one of the grandmaster's teases and baits and falls for them eagerly like a dutiful little soldier.
“i bet you want to be filled with this so bad, don't you, you little whore.” varka says, face so unchanging it only makes lohen squirm even more. one of his hands reach to feel up the younger knight’s ass, groping the flesh with no regard for his protests, teasing at the clothed entrance. “yes– hngh.. i– w-wait–”
at a few more strokes of his still clothed clock and varka’s fingers near his hole, lohen comes with a symphony of whines leading up to a final, domesticated whimper. his seed dampens the front of his trousers even further. the mixture of warm and cool wetness on his dick is enough to sober him up a little, the gross sensation shaming him for jizzing in his pants like a virgin. all that, just by being “ roughed up” a little. varka’s earlier words rang through his hollowed head, already sending sparks down to his crotch again in his post orgasm haze.