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"Oh for the love of all creation, save us both from this torment and just go ask him to fuck you, would you?"
The sound of Hades's voice shattered Eros's lustful daydream, jerking him back to reality. A somewhat disappointing reality, where he found himself pinned by Hades's irritated scowl rather than by the heavy weight of Lahabrea’s body, his legs pulled back and chained tight as Lahabrea fucked into him, hard and heavy and demanding.... Eros blinked and he was in Hades's study once more, his cock hard and aching beneath his robes. "What?"
Hades sighed, exasperation heavy in his voice. "I'm neither blind nor stupid, and if it's all the same to you, I'd really like to be able to get through my work without my dick stiffening every time you catch a glimpse of the man. I still have to work with the bastard, you know, and it's getting awfully uncomfortable."
Eros flushed. Maybe his fantasizing had gotten a bit out of hand, if Hades was picking up on it this much. His eyes drifted down to Hades's lap, where the soft folds of his robe hid the effects Eros's lust had on him. He had no choice but to feel it right along with him, just as Eros couldn't help but feel the consternation that plucked at Hades. Emotions spilled along the soul bond that stretched between them: a delight at times, and at others, well. Hades's stiff cock spoke for itself.
But still, Eros couldn't help but fantasize about Lahabrea any time he caught a glimpse of the man - and, working together as closely as they did, that was not an infrequent occurrence by any stretch of the imagination. The thought of being bound up in his chains, forced into submission as Lahabrea drove his cock into his ass... Or maybe he'd press it between Eros's lips and demand that he suck it, fucking into his mouth until his came down Eros's throat. Or maybe he'd pull out at the last second, coming all over Eros's face. With his hands chained behind his back, he'd have no choice but to take it however Lahabrea wanted to give it to him. Oh, the things he could do with those chains...
Hades's frustrated groan drew Eros back to the present. "Please, if you're going to do that, can you at least do it while you're on your way to ask him to fulfil whatever fantasy's got my cock hard right now?" The words dripped in annoyance, but there was sincerity there too. Desire roughened the edges of his voice - a desire not his own, and not so easily quelled. His fingers twitched on the arm of his chair, fighting the urge to palm himself through his robes. If Eros could satisfy his curiosity and free them all from this torment, then Hades was more than willing to grant him leave to do so. Eager, even. Maybe then he'd finally be able to get through a council meeting without having to spill himself into his damned hand afterwards. At least the loose fit of his robes spared him further indignity. Truly, this suggestion was a long time coming.
Eros hesitated. He could taste Hades's sincerity, and yet... "Are you really okay with that? With sharing me?"
Gilded eyes slid sideways to meet Eros's. "I wouldn't have suggested it if I wasn't okay with it. I'd much rather you sate your curiosity than continue on like this," he said drily, waving a dismissive hand down his front. The flamboyant gesture nearly hid the clipped rhythm of the motion. "Convocation meetings are always uncomfortable, but this is really a new low for me. Much as I might enjoy being turned on by your lustful thoughts, I do so prefer it when we're both in the mood, love. So go, get out your jollies, and come back to me when you've had your fill."
Eros flushed, his mind already flooding with possible ways he could proposition Lahabrea - and just what they might do when he said yes. Hades's voice cut through his daydreams before his imagination could run wild again. "This is a one-time deal though. Make sure you make it count."
"I- alright. Thank you."
Hades waved him off. "Don't thank me, just go out and get your ass stuffed before I have to picture Lahabrea naked one more time." Eros's eyes twinkled with possibilities, all of which Hades was fairly confident he didn't want to hear about. Best to get him out the door and on Lahabrea's cock before he had to.
"Yes sir!" Eros tipped him a salute, eager grin splitting his face as he turned to take his leave.
Hades let out a breath of relief as the door clicked shut behind him. That was one problem almost taken care of. By tomorrow, he ought to be able to work with a clear head again, thank the stars.
And if for now, his hand crept under the skirt of his robe, at least there was no one around to see him while he took care of his own little problem.
The clinking of chains heralded Lahabrea's presence before Eros found him, deep within the bowels of Pandæmonium. Anticipation swirled through his belly and prickled along his skin. Utterly intoxicating. Soon he'd be able to finally fulfill his desire to be tied up in those tantalizing chains and stuffed full of Lahabrea's cock. All he had to do first was convince him. Easy.
The smooth planes of Lahabrea's back flexed beneath the fall of his robes, more muscular than he had any right to be for the age he presented himself as. Chains rose at his call to bind the beast before him. It thrashed, fighting against his might. Metal rattled, magic coalescing around the monster to force it down. To force it to submit.
Eros's tongue swept across his lips, his eyes dragging down Lahabrea's back to shamelessly admire his ass through his robes. What he wouldn't give to be the one Lahabrea forced to submit. Let him manhandle Eros all he wanted; Eros would be his willing subject. Well, maybe not too willing. Where was the fun without a little fight?
"What do you want?" Lahabrea's harsh question cut through Eros's thoughts. His back was still turned, his focus ostensibly on the creation, but Eros could feel his attention on him, searing deliciously down his skin.
Eros stepped forward, crossing the threshold into the cell. No turning back now. Not when his desire was finally within his reach. "I want you to fuck me."
Lahabrea started, spinning to face him. "What? Why?" The monster took advantage of his shock to wrench on its chains, and Lahabrea forced it back down. It yielded with a light whimper. Stars above, Eros wanted Lahabrea to make him whimper like that.
"Because all I can think about every time I see you is how badly I want you to stuff me full of your cock," Eros answered bluntly. Red rose to spill over Lahabrea's cheeks, his scarlet eyes burning into Eros. A shiver chased down his spine at the intensity of that gaze. He forged ahead. "I dream of having you wrap me up in your chains until I can't move and using me for your pleasure. I want you to curl your fingers in my hair while I suck your cock until you spill yourself down my throat. I want to have the taste of you on my lips while you spread me open and sink your dick into me. And then I want you to fuck me until I ache."
Lahabrea's lips parted, the flicker of interest unmistakable in his eyes. He caught himself quickly, snapping his jaw shut and tipping up his chin. A cool air of authority washed over him. He stared down at Eros as if he were inconsequential, just another peon come to disturb him. "What makes you think I have any interest in you in return?"
A sultry grin slid over Eros's face as his gaze slid pointedly downwards. Lahabrea's body betrayed what his expression wouldn't, the smooth seam of his robes disturbed by his interest. Eros sidled forward, trailing his fingers up Lahabrea's arm and along his shoulder. Lahabrea held still, feigning impassivity, but he made no move to push Eros away. "Oh, I think you have interest aplenty." Wandering fingers caressed down his chest, across his stomach. "Long, thick, aching interest." Eros palmed at his cock, finding it just as hard and ready as he'd hoped. Heavens it felt thick even through the layers of fabric. He couldn't wait to lay eyes on it - or better yet, his tongue. Just the thought of it splitting him open had him quivering in anticipation.
Lahabrea's face gave away nothing. Only the faintest roughness to his voice betrayed that Eros's touch affected him at all. "What does Emet-Selch have to say about this?"
"Rest assured, I wouldn't be here if we didn't have his permission. He gave us his blessing." He leaned in, his voice a sensual purr straight into Lahabrea's ear. "And his encouragement."
Eros could feel the weight of Lahabrea's hesitation, hanging heavy in the air between them. Heavy like the cock beneath his hand and just as tense.
Lahabrea's eyes slid over to him. "One night. Nothing more."
"One night," he agreed.
For one lingering moment, Lahabrea said nothing, heat swirling in his sanguine eyes as they held Eros's. Then: "Alright."
Exultation seared through Eros, the joy of conquest almost as sweet as what would come next. Almost.
With a clipped gesture, Lahabrea banished the creation that had lurked behind them, twisted in his chains. Eros had forgotten it was even there, too distracted by Lahabrea and the way that his cock throbbed between his legs to be so near. Would Lahabrea let him kiss him? Maybe after he'd shoved his cock down Eros's throat, so he could taste himself on his tongue. Hells, that would be hot.
Lahabrea regarded him neutrally, every bit the Chief Keyward of Pandæmonium as he stared down at Eros. "Then strip."
Eros balked, casting a nervous glance around them. "Right here?" There was no one around, sure, but they were in the middle of Pandæmonium. Anyone could stumble upon them; no shortage of people wandered these halls, and any one of them might have cause to seek out Lahabrea. Wouldn't they be in for a surprise to find him balls deep in Azem? A lesson in the alternative uses of aetherial shackles, to be sure.
Lahabrea's expression cooled, his eyes narrowing at the disobedience, but he couldn't mask the heat that still swirled in their depths. Oh he liked that he'd made Eros uncomfortable. Oh boy. "Is that a problem?" When Eros hesitated, he scoffed, his tone a dismissal. "If you were half so resolute as you claim, you would not hesitate. It would seem that you are not so desperate after all."
If Eros refused, would Lahabrea really walk away from him? The hardness he'd felt beneath his robes testified to his arousal, but the shine of authority in his eyes suggested that he was more than willing to leave Eros aching and unfulfilled. He might be hard and horny, but he could fix that with anybody. Eros was the one begging him to stuff his hole, and that left Lahabrea firmly in control. Just the way Eros liked it.
To hell with it. He wouldn't miss out on his one chance to fuck Lahabrea because of his silly pride. He'd come this far already.
Eros stripped free of his robes, letting them pool to the floor around his ankles. Then his pants and small clothes, pulled down as one before he lost his nerve. He kicked free of them to leave himself bare beneath Lahabrea's gaze, all soft golden skin and freckles. His cock stood hard and dark between his legs, precum smeared against the taut skin of its head. More beaded from the tip as he stood there, dripping down to sully the pile of fabric at his feet.
Heat rose to his cheeks at the way Lahabrea watched him, silent and studious. Inspecting. He circled him, hands folded behind his back, and for a moment, Eros knew what it must feel like to be one of his charges. An object of study. A curiosity, nothing more.
The moment dragged on, and still Lahabrea made no move to touch him. Like he was enjoying Eros's discomfort, face impassive as he stared down his nose at his dick. Was there judgement in that gaze? Eros shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, his nerves fraying.
He couldn't take it anymore. "Well?" he demanded. "Are you going to stare at me all night, or are you going to fuck me?"
"Be quiet."
Excitement flashed in Eros's eyes, a coy grin rising to curl his lips. Oh he did so love a challenge. "Or what?"
Hot breath against his ear, Lahabrea's chest pressed against his back. A hand dragged down his ribs, along his stomach. Lower, over the soft flesh of his belly to brace against his pelvis. Just shy of the prize that awaited him below. His fingers curled in the hair at the base of Eros's cock, scratching lightly. The hard line of his own erection pressed into Eros's ass, tucked snug between his cheeks. Right where it belonged.
Lahabrea's voice was rich in his ear, his lips grazing its delicate shell as he spoke. "Or I'll just chain you up and leave you here, naked and desperate, with your cock weeping like the mess that you are. I wonder who will find you here first, hm? And what they'll do with you."
Eros's breath caught. A shiver chased up his spine, knees weak at the promise. The threat. Would he really do it? A part of him wanted to test him and find out. To be bound in those shackles and left here on display for all to come and watch him. A different sort of dream than the one he set out to fulfill, but a dream nonetheless. Another time, perhaps, if things went well here.
But tonight was for being stuffed full of Lahabrea's cock, and as tempting as it was to challenge his word, it was not the best way to ensure that happened. He'd play along for now. No sense in chasing him off when their game had only just begun.
Lahabrea hummed his approval in Eros's ear. "Good." A light graze of teeth against his earlobe, and then he was gone, his mask of impassivity returning as he stepped back, watching Eros coolly. Utterly sure of his submission. "Bend over."
Eros swallowed down the smarmy comment that rose to his tongue. He could follow orders like a good little boy, if he so chose. He bent at the waist, head turned to watch Lahabrea study him. Those scarlet eyes trailed down Eros's back and along the swell of his ass. Down further, between his legs to eye his balls and the weeping mess of his cock, hanging untouched between his thighs. He shifted, circling around Eros until he stood directly behind him, so that even if he strained, Eros couldn't catch sight of him. Intentional, of that he had no doubt. A tease meant to work him up all the more. As if he wasn't pent up enough already.
"Spread your cheeks." Another command, sharp and dark. Leaving no room for him to disobey. Eros reached back, spreading his ass for Lahabrea's inspection. Heat rose to sear through his cheeks, and he had to fight down the urge to shift awkwardly beneath Lahabrea's scrutiny. Did he like what he saw? Or would he disparage him for the state of his body? Rarely had Eros ever felt so exposed, even in the company of his lovers. Discomfort and delight coiled through him in equal measure, sinking to his core to make his cock throb between his legs. Another string of precum drooled down sully the floor.
And yet Lahabrea made no effort to touch him. He didn't even move to touch himself, or to tease him, or to do anything but stand back and stare. Was he testing Eros's patience? That was one area in which he would find him sorely lacking.
"Aren't you going to ask me to suck your cock?" Eros asked finally.
Lahabrea snorted, a soft sound that was far too intimate for such a large space. "It seems to me that you want it too badly. I'm not going to just let you have your way. Where would be the fun in that?" Where indeed? Eros fought to hold still against the shiver that trembled up his spine. His hips shifted despite himself, his erection swaying eagerly between his thighs. Excitement crackled up his skin and settled hot and heavy in his balls.
The shift of fabric as Lahabrea moved, and then a hand in Eros's hair, wrenching back his neck. "And I believe I told you to be quiet." His grip was tight, tugging at Eros's scalp as he forced him to stare up at Lahabrea looming over him. The perfect amount of pain.
Eros grinned up at him. "Why don't you fill up my mouth until I can't speak anymore?"
The heat in Lahabrea's eyes belied his veil of impassivity. "Good idea."
Fingers parted Eros's lips, sinking into his mouth to press against his tongue. He tried to close his lips around them, but Lahabrea forced his chin down, leaving his mouth spread wide. Without a word from Lahabrea, magic flared, rising to force its way into his mouth and caress along his tongue. Metal clanked as chains rose to bind him, clamping around his wrists and his ankles. His muscles strained as they pulled him taut, a subtle burn simmering in his shoulders as they stretched his arms back. They were cold where they met his flesh, rough against his soft skin. Real, despite the magic that coated them.
The moan that rose from Eros's throat couldn't escape past the metal that gagged him. It filled his mouth, his lips held open around it while Lahabrea drew back his fingers, wiping them clean of Eros's spit on his chin. "Better," he said. He released his grip on the back of Eros's head, fingers caressing gently through his hair instead. There was something like affection in his gaze as he stared down at Eros. Appreciation, maybe, for the beautiful man trapped by his magics. "I've always thought you were pretty. You look so good, chained up before me."
Eros's chest tightened with the praise, heat burning through his cheeks at the way his cock jumped. Lahabrea's hand slipped from his hair, but he didn't pull back like Eros had expected him to. His fingers lingered on his skin, trailing along his neck and down his spine. He circled him, drinking in his captive form, his teasing touch just enough to make Eros squirm. The chains clinked with the motion, a clear chime that echoed through the empty space.
Hm, perhaps there was more give in these shackles than there seemed. Eros tugged on them experimentally, to no effect. Excitement flashed through him, mischief stirring beneath his breast. He pulled again, harder, muscles straining as he tested their strength. The chains held fast, refusing to grant him the slightest quarter. His breath caught. Oh, he was trapped alright. Well and truly at Lahabrea's mercy.
As if in punishment, the shackles pulled tighter, yanking on Eros's limbs in a way that shivered deliciously down his spine and throbbed through his dick. Precum drooled from it the way spit drooled around his gag, smearing into his skin as his cock bobbed pathetically with need.
"Behave," Lahabrea commanded. The authority in his tone only made Eros want to resist more. Especially when Lahabrea trailed his fingers down the crack of Eros's ass, a light touch over his desperate hole. Eros jerked, rocking back against his hand to chase the feeling, a silent demand for more.
Lahabrea's voice sounded in his ear, low and dripping with sex. "If you cannot hold yourself still, I shall have to do it for you." Cold metal snaked over Eros's hips, his shoulders, chains threading over his torso to bind him until he couldn't move at all. He tried, wriggling against their tight grip, but he couldn't so much as squirm, held in place by Lahabrea's magic. Excitement thrilled through him, chased by a heady dose of desire.
Desire that surged twofold when those fingers returned to him, light touches dancing over his skin once Lahabrea was assured he couldn't escape. Each one a teasing torment, and Eros unable to do anything in return. Fingers skimmed over his ribs and down along his sides, and Eros was helpless to shrink from their tickling touch. Then those hands moved on, dragging along his chest to tweak his nipples, and suddenly Eros wanted nothing more than to press into him, not pull away. Pleasure lanced through him to settle in his cock, thick and heavy, and Eros couldn't quite decide if he wished Lahabrea had chained him up there too or if he was glad to be left free.
Pressure against his hole made his breath catch. Those long fingers teased over it, slicked with something wet and viscous. A master of creation magics indeed. They circled him, once, twice, and then without warning, Lahabrea sank two fingers deep into him. His body jerked helplessly against the chains, the moan that bubbled up muffled by the gag stuffing his mouth. The chains rattled as he tried to rut back against Lahabrea, but they held him firmly in place, denying him even that slight bit of power.
Lahabrea worked him open slowly, taking his time and indulging. Having as much fun with Eros as Eros was with him. He kept his pace erratic, shifting randomly from slow and sensual to hard and deep so that Eros never knew what was coming.
A third finger pressed into him, his ass burning with the stretch like his shoulders burned from the shackles. Lubricant slipped down from his hole to drip along his balls and down his legs, catching on the chains that bound him and making a mess of his skin. Eros flexed around him, forcing himself to relax despite the eager tension that threaded through him. The gag swallowed down his moans, filling his mouth with the taste of iron and that particular blend of spice that always drifted from Lahabrea's skin. His tongue curled over the piece that held his lips open, sucking at it like he would suck at Lahabrea's cock. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine it was him that filled his mouth instead, forcing him to blow him while he was chained and helpless.
Then those fingers slipped from him, leaving him cold and empty in their wake. His asshole flexed on nothing, but he couldn't so much as protest the loss with his mouth stuffed full. He wanted to beg, to plead for Lahabrea not to leave him like this, desperate and needy and so very very close to finally getting what he wanted. A whine slipped from him, no less embarrassing for being muffled by the gag.
Lahabrea did not leave him wanting. The head of his cock pressed against Eros's ass, his rim stretching wide around it. A tendril of regret snaked through him that he didn't even get the chance to lay eyes on it, much less his tongue. After so long spent fantasizing, he would have loved to have a real memory to draw from when he pictured Lahabrea's naked body driving into his. If the feel of it pressed against him was anything to go by, though, it was everything he'd imagined it would be and more.
Lahabrea sank slowly into him, every ilm of his cock dragging at Eros's insides. His fingers curled into the soft flesh of his hips as he buried himself to the hilt, a satisfied groan spilling from him to coil through Eros's ears. That sound would linger in his memory for years to come, low and indulgent and utterly sinful. His ass stretched around the thick weight of Lahabrea's cock, sunk so deep in his guts he could practically choke on it. If he were free to move, would he be able to feel it through his skin? Filling him and stretching him, pressed against the inside of his stomach? The thought alone made him quiver.
Fabric brushed against his exposed skin as Lahabrea's hips pressed flush with his ass. Stars above, he hadn't even bothered to strip down to fuck him. He still wore his robe, as put together as ever as he debauched Eros and had his way with him. If someone were to come in now, all he'd have to do is drop the hem and no one would ever know he'd just been balls deep in Azem's ass - while Azem himself was spread before them, naked and desperate.
Lahabrea thrust into him, hard and fast. Eros keened behind the gag, his own dick swaying uselessly between his legs as Lahabrea carved through his guts. Pleasure built, drawing tight through his core, and he fought to stave it off. He would not come so quickly, not when he'd finally gotten his wish. But fuck, Lahabrea felt so good within him. His deepest fantasy come to life.
"So tight for me," Lahabrea groaned. His grip on Eros's hips tightened, fingers digging into his flesh. Purple fire flared along the chains, and they moved, tugging Eros's body into a different position. Lahabrea manipulated him with ease, the sweet drag of his cock never pausing as he twisted Eros’s body until he could fuck deeper into his hole, each thrust punching into his prostate. His control over his magic was flawless; even in the grip of passion, his chains never tugged too hard or wrenched on Eros's joints. Each motion pulled at his body just enough to be felt without causing him true pain. Clearly, this was not his first time fucking someone bound in his shackles. Who else had he wrapped up and had his way with? Had he ever used them on himself? Chaining himself up while someone else fucked themselves on his body? What other talents might lurk beneath that careful control and those high collared robes that he was keeping from Eros? Fantasies ran rampant through his mind, more fodder for nights spent sweaty and alone with his hand for company. So much for Hades's plan to cure him of his desires. All he'd done was grant him a taste of more.
Pleasure seared through Eros's veins, throbbing through his cock as it bobbed uselessly between his legs. He longed for Lahabrea to touch it - a hand, a mouth, the twisted cuff of a manacle, anything to stroke along its aching length and grant him the release he so desired.
He didn't need it. Lahabrea's pace quickened, his hips slamming into Eros's ass and his cock driving against his prostate. Climax crashed through him without warning, drowning him in the sweet sensations of Lahabrea's thick cock stretching out his hole. Eros came untouched, hot ropes of cum surging from his dick to splatter against the floor, staining the ground and his discarded robes with the evidence of his pleasure. The tight grip of the chains was all that kept him from writhing, forcing him to submit to Lahabrea's continued assault on his nerves as he fucked him through his orgasm.
Lahabrea came mere moments after, burying himself deep within Eros's guts and spending himself within him. His cock pulsed against Eros's oversensitive rim, one arm banded around his chest to hold himself in place. Ragged breathing filled Eros's ears, the gust of his breath tickling his hair.
Strength fled from Eros's limbs as he came down from his orgasm, and he slumped against the chains, allowing them to bear the entirety of his weight. The shackles pinning his arms slackened, letting them drop from their awkward position, and his shoulders burned at the freedom. He hadn't even noticed how badly they'd started to ache.
Lips pressed against the curve of his spine, the brush of Lahabrea's beard rough between his shoulder blades. "Are you alright?" Fingers dragged over his chest, a surprising tenderness in the caress. The gag vanished, the chains recoiling slowly to leave Eros in Lahabrea's arms, in what could only be called a gentle embrace. Lahabrea slipped free of him, the slick run of his cum dripping down Eros's legs in his absence, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. When was the last time he felt so thoroughly sated?
"Better than alright," he said, though he let Lahabrea fuss over him, summoning a damp cloth with which to wipe him down. "You're a good lay for an old man."
Lahabrea snorted, dragging the cold cloth over Eros's softening cock in what he was quite sure was punishment. "You're not half bad yourself. For a bratty kid." But there was affection in his voice, a kindness Eros had only rarely seen from him before.
They lingered there for a moment, drinking in the aftermath of their pleasure and enjoying each other's company. Lahabrea held him close, stroking down his back with an uncharacteristic gentleness, and when Eros reached out to caress his hand through Lahabrea's hair, he let him.
Too soon, Lahabrea moved, drawing away from their embrace. "Would that I could linger here with you longer - and that I had the facilities to treat you properly. But duty calls, and I've been away for too long already. I'm sure Emet-Selch will be eager for your return as well."
"That's alright," Eros said easily, tugging his soiled robe back over his head. Too easily. Lahabrea’s eyes narrowed, waiting for the rest. "Maybe you'll have the chance to make it up to me some day. After all, I never did get the chance to suck your cock. There are still fantasies you've yet to fulfill."
With a wink and a wave, he turned to see himself out, leaving Lahabrea red-faced and staring behind him. Emet-Selch willing, that day would come soon - or else Lahabrea would be the one finding himself flushed and flustered at council meetings. Creation preserve him.