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The Queenslayer let out a sigh as he settled into the hot spring, his whole body relaxing in the warm water. After such a long journey with so many hard-fought battles, it felt nice to finally get some R&R.
“Mind if I join?” the Queenslayer looked up to see his boyfriend Louis clad in a towel. He smiled
“Not at all,” he replied, feeling himself relax even more as Louis joined him in the hot spring. Louis' demeanor always had a calming effect on him, especially now that Karen was safe.
The two quietly basked in each others’ company. As the Queenslayer rested his head on his lover’s shoulder, he couldn’t help but feel like he was on top of the world. Sure, there was no telling what the future held for them, but at that very moment, everything was perfect. Getting to finally unwind and enjoy time with his boyfriend, he couldn’t ask for anything more.
Or so he thought, until he suddenly felt Louis’ hand on his thigh. At first he mentally dismissed it as an intimate gesture, but a twinge of excitement began to stir in him when he felt Louis gently squeeze. He blinked, looking over at him in confusion. Louis never made the first move. He was always on the shy side. Usually it was the Queenslayer who would provide a teasing remark or a gentle touch, prompting Louis to take over and plow him for hours. Seeing him take initiative like this was a first.
“Louis?”
Louis’ face didn’t show an ounce of shyness. He held his lover’s gaze, giving him a kind smile.
“You did amazing,” he started, his hand trailing up the Queenslayer’s thigh, giving it gentle squeezes along the way. “I know everyone in there’s already called you a hero like a hundred times, but seriously. You’re amazing.”
“L-Louis…” he said, blushing. He let out a small gasp as the hand finally reached his groin, gently squeezing and stroking his quickly hardening shaft through the towel he wore.
“You saved my sister. I can’t thank you enough for that,” Louis continued. “You deserve something nice tonight. That okay with you?”
The Queenslayer was almost embarrassed at how quickly he nodded, leaning his head over and meeting Louis’ lips with his own. As they made out, he felt Louis’ hand snake under his towel and wrap his fingers around his erection. He hummed into his boyfriend’s mouth as his hand began to gently stroke up and down his shaft.
Though the strokes started out slow and steady, they began to pick up the pace and before long, the Queenslayer found himself letting out light moans and whimpers into the kiss. The water was making it hard to really stroke him though, something Louis must’ve been thinking as well as he suddenly broke the kiss, sitting up onto the ledge and guiding his lover to sit next to him.
Once they were out, he continued where he left off, his ministrations now coaxing more sighs of pleasure from the Queenslayer. He leaned against Louis, a slave to his very touch. He felt a familiar coil in his gut, spurred on even further by the excitement of Louis taking initiative for a change. He began to thrust up into his hand, desperately chasing his climax. But before he could make it all the way, Louis suddenly stopped, removing his hand entirely.
“Ughhh, Louis…” he complained. Louis’ other hand reached up to caress his face.
“Someone might come in,” he pointed out. He guided his lover’s arms over his shoulders, before reaching his hands under his rear and picking him up. The Queenslayer’s legs instinctively flew around Louis’ waist as he leaned his head on his shoulder. Louis softly groped his ass, drawing an aroused whine from his lover. “Let’s pick this back up in a minute.”
***
Moments later, the Queenslayer found himself being carried into their shared bedroom. Louis made his way over to the bed and placed him down on his stomach, sliding a pillow under his lover’s hips to raise his ass in the air.
“Just lie still,” Louis said, tenderly caressing his ass. “Let me take care of you.”
A thrill ran through the Queenslayer. He loved how vulnerable he felt. Out there, he was the hero everyone looked to. The only revenant warrior strong enough to defeat the successors. But in here? He belonged to Louis.
Before long, Louis returned with a bottle of lube, sitting next to his lover on the bed and drawing teasing slow circles around his rim with his index finger at an agonizingly slow pace. But the Queenslayer didn’t mind. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant. And he’d spent enough nights with Louis that he’d learned to revel in a slow buildup.
Louis gently pressed his finger in, sliding in and out at a slow pace as it brushed against his walls. Thankfully, he didn’t tease him for as long this time, quickly working in two fingers. The Queenslayer let out a quiet sigh, reveling in the sudden stretch and the delicious friction that both fingers provided. He tensed for a moment when Louis’ fingers brushed up against his sweet spot. Louis’ fingers halted for a moment, before they began to target that exact spot. The prods started out teasing and gentle at first, but as the pleasure began to build, he began to attack his sweet spot with more passion.
The Queenslayer’s breathing had stiffened. He wasn’t quite letting out moans yet, but he was gasping and panting with each twinge of pleasure that pulsated in him with each brush of Louis’ fingers. His arousal was rapidly soaring too, and he found his patience dwindling by the second. He needed more. Now.
“I’m ready for three,” he blurted out. Louis paused.
“Are you sure?” he asked. His lover desperately nodded.
“Positive,” he insisted. “C’mon, we fight the Lost every day. You know what I can take.”
Not wanting to keep him waiting, Louis quickly indulged him with a third finger. Two fingers was easy enough to accommodate, but three fingers is when the Queenslayer really started to feel himself getting stretched. He let out a low breath, his tight rim straining against the three fingers inside him. There was a light burn, but he loved it. What he loved even more was that sensation combined with all 3 fingers now brushing against his sweet spot.
“Hmmm~” he let out low hums of pleasure as Louis prepared him. As Louis continued to target his sweet spot though, he leaned forward and caressed his lover’s face with his other hand, pulling him into a kiss. The sensations were becoming overwhelming. The feeling of him being stretched open, the pleasure building with each brush of Louis’ fingers, the sensation of his hard shaft rubbing against the pillow beneath him with each movement of his hips, and now the euphoria of Louis capturing his lips left the Queenslayer absolutely ecstatic. His heart was pounding with love towards his fellow revenant. His arousal was at its peak, and he couldn’t wait any longer. Moments later their lips separated, and he looked up at Lucas, his face flushed and his eyes full of desire.
“Louis,” he panted. “I’m ready.”
“We don’t need to rush this,” Louis reminded him, still caressing his face. “I want to take care of you tonight.”
“Then take care of me,” he insisted. “Please, I need you.” Louis bit his lip at the display before him, ultimately relenting and removing his fingers. As he applied lube to his own length, the Queenslayer shifted on the bed, pushing himself up off the pillow and getting onto all fours. He looked over his shoulder towards Louis, who was now rock hard and looking him up and down with a hungry grin. The Queenslayer gave him a sultry look as he scooted over to him, kneeling behind him and grabbing his hips. He turned his face back forward, and a moment later he felt Louis’ tip prodding at his entrance.
“You ready?” Louis asked. The Queenslayer wanted to roll his eyes. He wanted to sarcastically remark that yes, he was ready, just like he’d said less than a minute ago. But he couldn’t bring himself to do any of that. Louis was just a considerate person, one who liked to check in on his comfort, and it made him feel warm and fuzzy inside whenever he did.
“Yeah,” he confirmed. And with that, Louis gently began to push in. Once his tip pushed past the tight rim, the rest was easy. Though Louis pushed slowly to avoid any unnecessary discomfort, his well prepared ass gladly welcomed the rest of his shaft. Though even with the earlier preparations, the Queenslayer couldn’t fight the low moan that forced its way from his lips. Louis was bigger than the 3 fingers that had been inside of him earlier, and with his asshole being stretched even wider, he found himself gripping the sheets. Once again, there was that light burning sensation, but he was far too aroused at this point to care. He’d let Louis pound him more times than he could remember, and it still hadn’t lost its luster.
The hardest part was waiting for himself to adjust. Once again, he was grateful to have such a loving and considerate boyfriend, but he hated how every second felt like an eternity. Being on his hands and knees with Louis buried in him to the hilt was so erotic, and he desperately wanted to keep chasing that high. But he gave himself a moment to adjust, and when he was ready, he signaled Louis to go ahead.
Louis started out slow and gentle, tenderly pumping in and out as he explored the Queenslayer’s depths. His ass would occasionally tighten and clench around his boyfriend’s shaft with each stroke of pleasure.
“Ohh~ ohh~ ooooh~”
He began to let out gentle moans as Louis’ thrusts reached deep, stretching out incomprehensible depths within him. He gently began to rock with Louis’ rhythm, pushing back against him to try and get him deeper. As he looked up into the mirror of their bedroom, what he saw made his erection throb. He looked so perfectly sinful, on all fours and pushing back against Louis in pursuit of pleasure. But nothing turned him on more than the sight of Louis behind him, his chiseled frame subtly rocking as he thrusted in and out of him.
“Louis, go faster,” he begged between deep breaths.
“You sure you don’t want to take this slow?” Louis asked, leaning over him a bit.
“Yeah. Come on, I’m the one getting rewarded, yeah?” the Queenslayer reminded him. He caught Louis’ glance in the mirror and gave him another sultry look. “Well as my reward, I want you to wreck me. Even more than usual.” Louis blinked. Even after all this time, he wasn’t used to how direct his boyfriend would get when he was this horny. He gave him a warm smile before tightening his grip on his hips and thrusting into him sharply.
A harsh slap echoed through the room as Louis’ hips collided with his ass. He would have blushed about the noise, were he not already blushing due to the absolutely slutty moan that he let out at Louis’ thrust. And he couldn’t tell if it was his direct words from earlier, or the moan he’d just let out, but something clearly resonated with Louis because he followed that harsh thrust up with another. Then another. The thrusts continued at an increasing pace, each one drawing out similarly shameful moans from the Queenslayer.
He caught his own gaze in the mirror once again, and he felt something tighten inside him at the sight. His face was now coated with a permanent blush, his hanging open in a permanent smile as moans continued to involuntarily force themselves from his throat. The sight of himself lurching back and forth with each thrust, back arching in ecstacy also drove him up the wall. But what really got him going was looking upwards and seeing Louis now mercilessly pounding into him. The sight of Louis’ toned body routinely colliding with his rear, sending ripples through it as pleasure raged through him was heavenly.
He always loved this part of sex, when things started to really pick up. Letting the otherwise mild-mannered Louis just destroy him from behind was immensely satisfying. The warm fuzzies from earlier were returning too. His mind was racing with memories of the tender moments he’d shared with Louis. The way he would lean his head against his shoulder in the hot springs. The way he’d sleep on Louis’ lap as he read. The way they would cuddle after sex, holding each other close and waking up in each others’ arms. All of those gentle moments were clashing in his mind with the primal way Louis was railing him right now.
“I- ah~ I love you~, L-Louis~” he barely struggled out through his moans. “I loooooove you sooo- ohhh~ much!”
Louis’ smile could have lit up the entire city.
“I love you too,” he returned with a grunt, hastening his pace. The Queenslayer gripped the sheets tightly, his moans rising in pitch at the increased intensity. He knew his legs would be too shaky to walk for a little after this, and the thought of being carried by Louis, snuggling up to his chest made his heart soar.
With the overwhelming rate at which Louis was wrecking him, it wasn’t long before he felt that familiar pressure building deep within.
“Louis oh god- ahh~ I’m” he panted desperately. He wasn’t able to finish his sentence over the copious moans that poured from his lips, but he knew Louis got the message. And judging by how erratic his pace had gotten, he was close too. He was certainly making good on his promise, pounding his ass harder than he ever had before. But even in the heat of the moment, Louis was able to adjust his angle ever so subtly, guiding his thrusts to press against the Queenslayer’s sweet spot with relative ease.
The Queenslayer squealed with pleasure. His mind was hazy with pleasure, unable to form coherent thoughts at this point. As the pleasure rose and rose towards its peak, all his mind could conjure were visuals of himself writhing around Louis as he fucked him through his orgasm, and equally sinful visuals of Louis emptying himself into him. The thoughts, coupled with the anticipation of it happening, pushed his arousal over the edge. It reached an apex, as did his feelings of love towards Louis and the unbearable waves of pleasure that shook him with every thrust.
Gone were the punctuated moans from before. As the Queenslayer came, he let out one low, prolonged moan. He writhed and shook under Louis, who soon found himself finishing at the same time. After a series of particularly intense thrusts, Louis buried himself deep, and the Queenslayer felt him throbbing within him as he came. He was seeing stars. Finally, a few moments later, his moan began to peeter out as his orgasm died down. They both panted for a moment, recovering, before Louis slowly pulled out. Next thing the Queenslayer knew, he was lying on his side, his head resting on a pillow just across from Louis as the two held each other close.
“So, how was that?” Louis asked. “Even more than usual?” The Queenslayer chuckled.
“Even more than usual,” he confirmed. “Thank you… so much…” Louis leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you too.”