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NSFW Claude Week, June 4: Desperation
"Come on, Claude. I know you can move a little faster than that."
And he can't, a fact that they both damn well know. Still, Felix gives him no respite. His riding crop smacks sharply into the very back of Claude's thighs, right underneath the curve of his ass, and Claude jolts, stumbles further. He'd do more than stumble, if possible, really go faster... But that's kind of hard to do, you see.
There's no way to run when his ankles are bound in leather, and cuffed together with a short thick chain.
Claude tries anyway, because what else can he do? Even if every hurried shuffle step has his thighs drag and rub against his balls. Even if the more he hurries, the more his weeping and erect cock bobs before him. Even if he's in danger, with every step, of falling forward because his arms have been bound behind his back with similar sturdy leather.
In the long emptiness of the hallway, the heavy clink of his ankle restraints sound far too loud. The only thing even louder would be the click of Felix's boots as they trail behind Claude. For all that he's ordering him to hurry, Felix sure doesn't seem to be in it himself. Claude knows what will happen if he slows, however. If he lags even a bit, gets in range of that riding crop... Is that better or worse than the idea of someone hearing those chains, wondering what could be making such a noise in Fhirdiad's castle?
His cock twitches, Claude slows from the burn of arousal, and there's another sharp tap - this time right between his spread ass cheeks, where a toy presses out teasingly. "Losing it," Felix comments, ignoring the way Claude bows forward in his stumble, desperate breaths dragged through his nose as he recovers from the sharp vibration that had come from the riding crop hitting the dildo. "That thing better not hit the floor, or who knows who will come running?"
His cock twitches, Claude slows from the burn of arousal, and there's another sharp tap - this time right between his spread ass cheeks, where a toy presses out teasingly. "Losing it," Felix comments, ignoring the way Claude bows forward in his stumble, desperate breaths dragged through his nose as he recovers from the sharp vibration that had come from the riding crop hitting the dildo. "That thing better not hit the floor, or who knows who will come running?"
Fuck it. The time for dignity kind of went past him the second he stumbled out int the massive stonehallways of Fhirdiad Castle with nothing on him but a little bit of leather and his birthday suit. Claude swallows, and pauses for just a split second in order to adjust his feet. That's risking Felix coming all the closer... But Claude plans on making up for that as he squeezes his feet together and hops.
He must look like an absolute idiot, he knows, hopping forward with his dick bouncing in front of him and the chins smacking against his ankles with every bounce. Even worse, he can feel the toy jostle in him as it starts to slip out, dragging against his sensitive entrance... Fuck. Claude almost tips to the side, manages to somehow correct his balance at the last second. Deep inside of him, he can feel the tip of the toy tease at him, so dangerously close to hitting a certain spot.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck. Claude gives in, a groan dripping out of him just like the saliva that's trailing down across his chin, splattering against his knees and the floor intermittently. Helplessly, he stumbles to the side, and the impact of his shoulder against stone wall rattles down through him. He doesn't have much time to get over that, honestly. Felix's steps still click against the floor, ever close. All Claude can do is turn himself against the wall, press his back right up against it, then his ass. He can feel the base of the toy knocking against his thighs, jitters of pain running up every time as they brush against the marks Felix has left there.
Doesn't matter. Claude tells himself that it doesn't matter as he arches his spine and maneuvers his ass as best he can. He can do this, can't he? Yeah, he can totally do this. If he tells himself that enough, even as the base knocks into the wall and sends another jolt up his spine, then maybe it will happen.
That's probably how reality works.
Claude dares to lean forward, feet shaking as he tries to adjust one to be on its toes in order to adjust the balance to where he needs it. Another fall back, and the toy hits into the wall a little more smoothly, this time, slides it in further. Feeling it pump back into him, fill him up... Claude groans, tries to strangle it where it starts. It doesn't really work, honestly... and neither does his little act, because the toy doesn't get all the way in him.
That would be cause for another swear, if his mouth were free enough for it. Helplessly, Claude wobbles forward, tries to adjust his body for another lean back. Yet right as he's prepared, right as he falls back, it hits him just how loud the sound of boot heels have become.
Right as he succumbs to gravity, unable to do anything else, Felix's riding crop cracks right into the top of his thigh, and Claude yells, the muffled noise bursting out past his gag.
With the burn of pleasure on his legs and from behind, there's no way he can stand up. Claude's back hits the wall with a thud, and his ass soon does the same with the floor. On the bright side, that means the dildo is pushed back up into his body properly, thanks to a lucky landing. Claude barely notices. All he's capable of doing is sitting there, shuddering, and the crop mark dark where it hit his flesh. It matches the ones on his ass and the back of his thighs almost perfectly.
A low sounds rolls out of Felix, dark and sweet, and soon his dark boot comes into sight as it presses down on that exact same mark. "What was that ridiculous display?" he says, over the sound of Claude keening underneath the grind. "You should have seen what you looked like, that toy bouncing out of your ass. Unbelievable."
Felix digs down a little more, and Claude can't tell if he wants to curl in on himself, cock smearing precome all over his body, or arch backwards for more of it. His body spasms for something in the middle, squirming, until Felix finally pulls his foot away. For the first time, Claude finally looks up at the other man, and takes in his appearance once more. In the dark hallways, lit only by the occasional lantern, he seems to blend in far too well with his usual favor towards cool and dark colors. Most notable of all would be his thigh high boots, hugging right at the middle and polished to a brilliant shine that catches the moonlight. The only thing more stunning would be his eyes, somehow so predatory and amber bright in the dim.
His leg shifts, smooth leather brushing against Claude's cock. If that's enough to make him shudder, then the ever so purposeful and light pressure from the sole could nearly make Claude cry with want. "I guess it was a little much to ask, huh? Thinking you could do something as simple as make it down a hallway. What am I going to do with you?"
The boot on Claude's cock shifts, exchanging the hard ridges of the sole for smoother areas as he circles it around the side, brushes along the veins which stand out there. Claude shudders, forces himself not to squirm. It's a tall order to give himself, quite frankly. That's especially true when Felix presses his boot tip against the underside of him, presses up more and more so gently insistent until his erection is only half held up by itself. Oh, the things he would do, if only he could move properly...
Felix watches him, those bright eyes shimmering with so much energy and emotion that they nearly don't match his impassive expression. "Well," he says at long last, boot pressing further just a centimeter more and a centimeter towards Claude's breaking point, "I guess there's really only one answer for that particular question."
Unfortunately, that answer seems to mean pulling his boot away. The much better news is that Felix crouches down besides Claude and reaches out, hauling him up into his arms and then quickly up onto his shoulder so swiftly that Claude barely has time to think about what's happening. All he can do is let loose a surprised noise, one that quickly turns into a groan when he's pressed against Felix's shoulder. Even with some care taken, his cock still smears itself against the pretty shimmering blue of Felix's waistcoat.
If he notices that fact, Felix doesn't say anything about it yet. All he does is brace his feet and push himself upwards with a grunt; truly those thighs are a masterclass of their own. "Stay still and shut up," he orders him promptly, aggressively fighting the strain in his own voice, before he begins to stride down the hall.
One of the small mercies that has been betstowed upon Claude is that they don't have very far to go. That's good because, quite frankly? Claude is pretty sure the sensation of his cock grinding up against Felix's pretty silk waistcoat might actually fucking kill him. It's a relief when Felix forces open a door with his free shoulder, and unceremoniously dumps him down on the bed so hard that Claude bounces.
When his ass finally lands back onto the blankets and steadily stays there, Claude looks up to see Felix's pants undone, his dick out, and a key in his hand. Certainly he wastes no time as he grabs one legs and yanks Claude all the closer. "Stay still, if you know what's good for you," he says. Yet it seems that his act is starting to fall apart. He's a smidgen too eager, too relaxed in his tone, for Claude to really believe him. Regardless, Claude stays still, arching up his back while Felix does away with his restrains only to spread them wide open.
Soon, they're not the only thing spread open. Felix pulls the toy out of him with no particular ceremony, and tosses it onto the rug. The thing has been in him for so long now; it's emptiness earns a low sob of a moan. Felix scoffs at him, a smirk tugging at his lips. "That hungry for it? Don't worry." His cock nudges up against Claude's eager little hole. "I'll make you sure you forget about all of that."
A good hour later - after all the fucking, the cries, the laying in the afterglow and their own sweat - and the two of them can be comfortably found in the bath tub. It's not their tub. That is to say, it's not the tub connected to the suite belonging to the king's shield, and it's not the tub in the guest room which had been so meticulously prepared for the visiting King of Almyra. It's just a tub, in some other guest room that would have gone to some other visiting noble or diplomat if any were actually doing the visiting part.
Honestly kind of a shame, in some parts. Both of their tubs are much larger, and would make for much more comfortable cuddling.
Still, there's something pleasant in being able to lay against Felix's chest, all while his lover tries very hard not to fuss too much while also showing he's definitely fussing. It's a tightrope no one asked of him, and yet he tries to walk it anyway. "I don't want to hear that you're complaining about some sort of injury later, so you need to tell me now," Felix says, raking wet fingers through Claude's hair.
Gods, but isn't it so cute how he tries, in more ways than one. Claude smiles, eyes closed. "I'm sure I'm fine, sunshine, don't worry. My arms are a bit sore, but they were bound tightly together behind my back with very well made leather straps - good job, by the way. More than anything, I'm surprised that no one came walking in on us. A part of me was half expecting to hear footsteps that weren't your incredibly attractive ones, and you'd have to haul me up a little early so that we could duck into the nearest broom closet."
Felix snorts, but something in his chest seems to ease up. "I told you that everyone else would be preoccupied with that stupid little event Dimitri is tending to. This wing is almost completely devoid of people. They had as much of a chance to stumble onto us as there was the Goddess descending to shame us for our sinful ways."
Alright, that makes Claude laugh, and, soon, Felix's own chuckles are joining it. "Well, I'm glad for that," Claude says, when he's recovered. "And I'm glad you showed an interest in trying out this sort of play for once. Usually I'm the one concocting all the elaborate scenes and ways to tie either of us up."
A low hum rolls against his spine, reminding him faintly of a cat's purring. "I suppose all that preparation isn't too bad, sometimes... There's definitely something to seeing you run away from me with your ass wagging in my face almost as bad as the toy wagging out of you."
Claude laughs again. "Oh boy! Have I awoken something in you?"
"Who knows." Felix nudges him with his nose, and presses a kiss along the side of his neck. "But honestly, I think most of the time, I won't have the patience to set this sort of thing all up. When you're being really tempting, all I want to do is take you against the nearest flat surface. And you're tempting all the time."
"Flatterer," Claude murmurs, allowing his head to roll to the side. "But you know... I'm happy to just be with you at all. I think I'll gladly let you do whatever you like, whenever you want."
Because, in a lot of ways, Felix is right. Claude might like the feel of his arms being pulled back, or the sight of Felix over him in those mouthwatering thigh high boots...
But, most of all, he just loves Felix. And that's all he needs.
And he can't, a fact that they both damn well know. Still, Felix gives him no respite. His riding crop smacks sharply into the very back of Claude's thighs, right underneath the curve of his ass, and Claude jolts, stumbles further. He'd do more than stumble, if possible, really go faster... But that's kind of hard to do, you see.
There's no way to run when his ankles are bound in leather, and cuffed together with a short thick chain.
Claude tries anyway, because what else can he do? Even if every hurried shuffle step has his thighs drag and rub against his balls. Even if the more he hurries, the more his weeping and erect cock bobs before him. Even if he's in danger, with every step, of falling forward because his arms have been bound behind his back with similar sturdy leather.
In the long emptiness of the hallway, the heavy clink of his ankle restraints sound far too loud. The only thing even louder would be the click of Felix's boots as they trail behind Claude. For all that he's ordering him to hurry, Felix sure doesn't seem to be in it himself. Claude knows what will happen if he slows, however. If he lags even a bit, gets in range of that riding crop... Is that better or worse than the idea of someone hearing those chains, wondering what could be making such a noise in Fhirdiad's castle?
His cock twitches, Claude slows from the burn of arousal, and there's another sharp tap - this time right between his spread ass cheeks, where a toy presses out teasingly. "Losing it," Felix comments, ignoring the way Claude bows forward in his stumble, desperate breaths dragged through his nose as he recovers from the sharp vibration that had come from the riding crop hitting the dildo. "That thing better not hit the floor, or who knows who will come running?"
His cock twitches, Claude slows from the burn of arousal, and there's another sharp tap - this time right between his spread ass cheeks, where a toy presses out teasingly. "Losing it," Felix comments, ignoring the way Claude bows forward in his stumble, desperate breaths dragged through his nose as he recovers from the sharp vibration that had come from the riding crop hitting the dildo. "That thing better not hit the floor, or who knows who will come running?"
Fuck it. The time for dignity kind of went past him the second he stumbled out int the massive stonehallways of Fhirdiad Castle with nothing on him but a little bit of leather and his birthday suit. Claude swallows, and pauses for just a split second in order to adjust his feet. That's risking Felix coming all the closer... But Claude plans on making up for that as he squeezes his feet together and hops.
He must look like an absolute idiot, he knows, hopping forward with his dick bouncing in front of him and the chins smacking against his ankles with every bounce. Even worse, he can feel the toy jostle in him as it starts to slip out, dragging against his sensitive entrance... Fuck. Claude almost tips to the side, manages to somehow correct his balance at the last second. Deep inside of him, he can feel the tip of the toy tease at him, so dangerously close to hitting a certain spot.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck. Claude gives in, a groan dripping out of him just like the saliva that's trailing down across his chin, splattering against his knees and the floor intermittently. Helplessly, he stumbles to the side, and the impact of his shoulder against stone wall rattles down through him. He doesn't have much time to get over that, honestly. Felix's steps still click against the floor, ever close. All Claude can do is turn himself against the wall, press his back right up against it, then his ass. He can feel the base of the toy knocking against his thighs, jitters of pain running up every time as they brush against the marks Felix has left there.
Doesn't matter. Claude tells himself that it doesn't matter as he arches his spine and maneuvers his ass as best he can. He can do this, can't he? Yeah, he can totally do this. If he tells himself that enough, even as the base knocks into the wall and sends another jolt up his spine, then maybe it will happen.
That's probably how reality works.
Claude dares to lean forward, feet shaking as he tries to adjust one to be on its toes in order to adjust the balance to where he needs it. Another fall back, and the toy hits into the wall a little more smoothly, this time, slides it in further. Feeling it pump back into him, fill him up... Claude groans, tries to strangle it where it starts. It doesn't really work, honestly... and neither does his little act, because the toy doesn't get all the way in him.
That would be cause for another swear, if his mouth were free enough for it. Helplessly, Claude wobbles forward, tries to adjust his body for another lean back. Yet right as he's prepared, right as he falls back, it hits him just how loud the sound of boot heels have become.
Right as he succumbs to gravity, unable to do anything else, Felix's riding crop cracks right into the top of his thigh, and Claude yells, the muffled noise bursting out past his gag.
With the burn of pleasure on his legs and from behind, there's no way he can stand up. Claude's back hits the wall with a thud, and his ass soon does the same with the floor. On the bright side, that means the dildo is pushed back up into his body properly, thanks to a lucky landing. Claude barely notices. All he's capable of doing is sitting there, shuddering, and the crop mark dark where it hit his flesh. It matches the ones on his ass and the back of his thighs almost perfectly.
A low sounds rolls out of Felix, dark and sweet, and soon his dark boot comes into sight as it presses down on that exact same mark. "What was that ridiculous display?" he says, over the sound of Claude keening underneath the grind. "You should have seen what you looked like, that toy bouncing out of your ass. Unbelievable."
Felix digs down a little more, and Claude can't tell if he wants to curl in on himself, cock smearing precome all over his body, or arch backwards for more of it. His body spasms for something in the middle, squirming, until Felix finally pulls his foot away. For the first time, Claude finally looks up at the other man, and takes in his appearance once more. In the dark hallways, lit only by the occasional lantern, he seems to blend in far too well with his usual favor towards cool and dark colors. Most notable of all would be his thigh high boots, hugging right at the middle and polished to a brilliant shine that catches the moonlight. The only thing more stunning would be his eyes, somehow so predatory and amber bright in the dim.
His leg shifts, smooth leather brushing against Claude's cock. If that's enough to make him shudder, then the ever so purposeful and light pressure from the sole could nearly make Claude cry with want. "I guess it was a little much to ask, huh? Thinking you could do something as simple as make it down a hallway. What am I going to do with you?"
The boot on Claude's cock shifts, exchanging the hard ridges of the sole for smoother areas as he circles it around the side, brushes along the veins which stand out there. Claude shudders, forces himself not to squirm. It's a tall order to give himself, quite frankly. That's especially true when Felix presses his boot tip against the underside of him, presses up more and more so gently insistent until his erection is only half held up by itself. Oh, the things he would do, if only he could move properly...
Felix watches him, those bright eyes shimmering with so much energy and emotion that they nearly don't match his impassive expression. "Well," he says at long last, boot pressing further just a centimeter more and a centimeter towards Claude's breaking point, "I guess there's really only one answer for that particular question."
Unfortunately, that answer seems to mean pulling his boot away. The much better news is that Felix crouches down besides Claude and reaches out, hauling him up into his arms and then quickly up onto his shoulder so swiftly that Claude barely has time to think about what's happening. All he can do is let loose a surprised noise, one that quickly turns into a groan when he's pressed against Felix's shoulder. Even with some care taken, his cock still smears itself against the pretty shimmering blue of Felix's waistcoat.
If he notices that fact, Felix doesn't say anything about it yet. All he does is brace his feet and push himself upwards with a grunt; truly those thighs are a masterclass of their own. "Stay still and shut up," he orders him promptly, aggressively fighting the strain in his own voice, before he begins to stride down the hall.
One of the small mercies that has been betstowed upon Claude is that they don't have very far to go. That's good because, quite frankly? Claude is pretty sure the sensation of his cock grinding up against Felix's pretty silk waistcoat might actually fucking kill him. It's a relief when Felix forces open a door with his free shoulder, and unceremoniously dumps him down on the bed so hard that Claude bounces.
When his ass finally lands back onto the blankets and steadily stays there, Claude looks up to see Felix's pants undone, his dick out, and a key in his hand. Certainly he wastes no time as he grabs one legs and yanks Claude all the closer. "Stay still, if you know what's good for you," he says. Yet it seems that his act is starting to fall apart. He's a smidgen too eager, too relaxed in his tone, for Claude to really believe him. Regardless, Claude stays still, arching up his back while Felix does away with his restrains only to spread them wide open.
Soon, they're not the only thing spread open. Felix pulls the toy out of him with no particular ceremony, and tosses it onto the rug. The thing has been in him for so long now; it's emptiness earns a low sob of a moan. Felix scoffs at him, a smirk tugging at his lips. "That hungry for it? Don't worry." His cock nudges up against Claude's eager little hole. "I'll make you sure you forget about all of that."
A good hour later - after all the fucking, the cries, the laying in the afterglow and their own sweat - and the two of them can be comfortably found in the bath tub. It's not their tub. That is to say, it's not the tub connected to the suite belonging to the king's shield, and it's not the tub in the guest room which had been so meticulously prepared for the visiting King of Almyra. It's just a tub, in some other guest room that would have gone to some other visiting noble or diplomat if any were actually doing the visiting part.
Honestly kind of a shame, in some parts. Both of their tubs are much larger, and would make for much more comfortable cuddling.
Still, there's something pleasant in being able to lay against Felix's chest, all while his lover tries very hard not to fuss too much while also showing he's definitely fussing. It's a tightrope no one asked of him, and yet he tries to walk it anyway. "I don't want to hear that you're complaining about some sort of injury later, so you need to tell me now," Felix says, raking wet fingers through Claude's hair.
Gods, but isn't it so cute how he tries, in more ways than one. Claude smiles, eyes closed. "I'm sure I'm fine, sunshine, don't worry. My arms are a bit sore, but they were bound tightly together behind my back with very well made leather straps - good job, by the way. More than anything, I'm surprised that no one came walking in on us. A part of me was half expecting to hear footsteps that weren't your incredibly attractive ones, and you'd have to haul me up a little early so that we could duck into the nearest broom closet."
Felix snorts, but something in his chest seems to ease up. "I told you that everyone else would be preoccupied with that stupid little event Dimitri is tending to. This wing is almost completely devoid of people. They had as much of a chance to stumble onto us as there was the Goddess descending to shame us for our sinful ways."
Alright, that makes Claude laugh, and, soon, Felix's own chuckles are joining it. "Well, I'm glad for that," Claude says, when he's recovered. "And I'm glad you showed an interest in trying out this sort of play for once. Usually I'm the one concocting all the elaborate scenes and ways to tie either of us up."
A low hum rolls against his spine, reminding him faintly of a cat's purring. "I suppose all that preparation isn't too bad, sometimes... There's definitely something to seeing you run away from me with your ass wagging in my face almost as bad as the toy wagging out of you."
Claude laughs again. "Oh boy! Have I awoken something in you?"
"Who knows." Felix nudges him with his nose, and presses a kiss along the side of his neck. "But honestly, I think most of the time, I won't have the patience to set this sort of thing all up. When you're being really tempting, all I want to do is take you against the nearest flat surface. And you're tempting all the time."
"Flatterer," Claude murmurs, allowing his head to roll to the side. "But you know... I'm happy to just be with you at all. I think I'll gladly let you do whatever you like, whenever you want."
Because, in a lot of ways, Felix is right. Claude might like the feel of his arms being pulled back, or the sight of Felix over him in those mouthwatering thigh high boots...
But, most of all, he just loves Felix. And that's all he needs.