polycult

wanted to make something extra special, i really appreciate all the support i’ve been getting i love this community ❤️

absolutely yes. i see a lot of people saying that one of them would have to remind the other to look them in the eyes which is a very valid and fun headcanon but in my humble opinion they are staring each other down the whole time because they simply can't get enough of each other. like full eye contact to the point that it'd be way awkward if it were anyone else ever but this is just very normal for them and it's kind of just what they do. freaks (affectionate)

Sweet, sassy, lanky, beautiful, little angel boy.

I promise, one day, you will get everything you’ve ever wanted.

The man stood in front of the luxurious sofa, shoulders tense and covered in armor. This was it— one of the most important stops of his journey. If he could pass this, he could make it to his endgame.

He was beautiful, the god. Tan skin and hazel eyes that seemed to pierce into Lucas’ soul. The god’s name was William. He wasn’t really a god, but everyone in the land called him so, and it was almost the same thing. And Lucas could seem why he was called such a term. His skin glowed and his hair ruffled in just the right way, his arms and legs toned with muscles, dressed in a cream colored toga that reached his mid thigh. He was beautiful.

“Well,” William said, tilting his head just so. “State your case.”

His hand drifted up the thigh of the man sitting beside him. Lucas swallowed thickly.

This second man, who sat almost in William’s lap, was like an angel incarnate. Porcelain skin and lean arms, dark hair and dark eyes, full lips, an angular face that made Lucas feel so stunned. He was draped on the sofa beside William, one leg lifted over William’s lap, watching Lucas with eyes holding only boredom. William’s hand grazed the man’s inner thigh, and the man shivered.

Lucas has heard stories about this palace. What happens when people walk through it. He knew what to expect, and yet, his throat was tight and dry, mouth watering the longer he stared.

“I’ve come from a land far away, from a village, small but mighty,” Lucas started, as William’s hand disappeared under the other man’s toga. “I’m passing your palace in hopes of finding the riches the support my family, my community, my…”

The dark haired man averted his eyes, his legs beginning to shake, biting his lip. Lucas blinks a few times, continuing his pitch, but he kept getting distracted as the man let his head fall back.

He kept trying to continue his speech, but his thoughts got hooked on the sight in front of him

William stared at him while his hands danced between the man’s legs, and the man let out a soft moan. Lucas felt his face heat up, mouth watering and his lips parting. William kept his eyes on Lucas as the man moaned and gasped.

“Well?” William asks him, his voice teasing. Lucas blinks rapidly, realizing he hasn’t spoken for a minute. “What’s the matter?”

“Uh— Um—” Lucas stuttered out, just as the man let out his loudest moan yet, and sagged in his seat, his gorgeous face flushed and eyes half lidded.

Lucas’ thought process halted violently.

“William,” The man finally spoke, sounding out of breath. “Let him come closer. You see his eagerness?” He sends a mischievous look at Lucas. “I’m sure he would love to get his hands on me.”

“O— Oh, I couldn’t—”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea, Michael,” William agreed in a voice almost like a purr.

The dark haired man slips out of his seat, slowly approaching Lucas with a lazy smile, elegant and beautiful. Lucas felt frozen in place, eyes wide. Michael, the man was called, stepped into his space and reached his hands to caress the sides of Lucas’ face. He leaned in, almost nose to nose.

“Hello, handsome,” The man, Michael, said in a whisper. He took Lucas’ gloved hand and settled it on his own waist, then did the same with the other.

Lucas glanced over at William and found him staring with such intensity Lucas shuddered. If looks could kill.. but, William had gave him the okay. Lucas wasn’t sure what the god wanted of him.

“William, you’re scaring him,” Michael told him with a slight laugh, easing up against Lucas’ chest. He was the same height as Lucas while Lucas was in armor, so this beautiful man was a few inches taller than him. They hold eye contact, that slight smile still on his face. “He just doesn’t like other people touching his valuables.”

“Ah,” Lucas breathes out as Michael traces his fingers over the grooves of his neck, then softness of Lucas’ cheek, the smoothness of his jaw.

“Do you know what that means?” Mike whispers as he holds Lucas’ jaw with both hands, leaning to brush his lips against Lucas’ earlobe. “I’m his most precious valuable. You better take good care of me.”

Before Lucas knew it, he was lying on top of Michael, on the marble floor of the palace, his armor tossed all over the place. Michael had him pulled into a sloppy kiss, Lucas’ hands braced on the floor on either side of Michael’s head. But as time went on, his hands slid down to Michael’s toga and lifted it bit by bit. Michael moans into Lucas’ mouth as Lucas wraps one hand around his hard cock, stroking him soothingly. Cum was already slicked over his thighs and his lower belly from his earlier orgasm, which caused Lucas to groan as his finger slid into the mess.

A hand set on his shoulder and squeezed, and Lucas look over to see the god, William, barely a hair’s width away from his face, his eyes dark with desire. He pressed a kiss to Lucas’ lips, before smirking as he pulled away.

“Touch him wrong and I’ll kill you where you are,” Will whispers in a voice so soft, but words so sincere and dangerous. Lucas’ eyes widened, but instead of being scared, he felt as if he was given a challenge, his cock hardening.

Michael giggles from the floor, then shrieks as Lucas slid a finger into his ass. Will coos at him, one hand still set on Lucas’ shoulder. Michael slides down on Lucas’ finger, moaning loudly, grasping at the air until he found the edge of William’s toga. Lucas groaned as Michael slid further.

“Curl it,” William whispers, sliding his free hand to guide Lucas’ arm. “He likes to surrender.”

Lucas does as William orders, and Michael moans again. It was addictive, the sounds, so Lucas did it again, sliding his finger further inside the tight hole and curling again and again. Michael let his arms drop around his head, hips rocking against Lucas’ hand as Lucas added another finger.

“Press deeper,” William tells him. “His sweet spot. Tell him he’s doing well. Precious little thing.”

“So well,” Lucas groans as he thrusts his fingers deeper. Michael shrieks, arching his back as Lucas presses against his spot. “Per— Perfect little thing.”

Michael moans and nods his head, his body sliding back and forth on the floor as Lucas thrusts his fingers inside. Another finger is added and William grazes his teeth against Lucas’ ear. “He’s ready.”

It felt as if someone else was control Lucas and he was able to watch it happen. He stared between Michael’s legs as he pressed the tip of his cock to the entrance, which was smeared with cum. Michael shrieks as Lucas presses through the ring of muscle, his entire body shaking as if possessed. William hums in approval, one of his hands sliding from Lucas’ shoulder to grope at his ass. Lucas grunted and gasped, starting to slide in and out of Michael and building up a rhythmic thrust.

“Isn’t he just the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?” William murmurs into Lucas’ ear.

Flushed and red, eyes crossing and rolled back, mouth dropping open as his jaw goes slack… yes, Lucas would agree. Michael’s hard cock spilled hot cum all over his belly, and William’s hand went to the back of Lucas’s head, shoving his face down into the mess, causing Lucas to moan weakly.

“Lick. It. Up,” William orders.

Lucas dropped open his mouth, drooling saliva just as much as he was licking up the cum. His back ached from the position, but pleasure overwhelmed it. Michael grips at his hair, tugging and ruining it as he shrieks, Lucas continuing to thrust harder and harder. Lucas’ tongue licked from Michael’s belly button to his erected nipple, then up to his neck. William’s hand slid back down to Lucas’ ass cheek, groping roughly as Lucas continued thrusting and Michael shrieked, back arching again before flopping down, more cum spurting from his cock.

“Cum,” William orders, and Lucas’ vision goes white as he does as ordered, Michael screaming again as cum spills inside him. Lucas started sagging, but William forced his hips forward again, continuing his thrusting.

“Good…” Michael moans in Lucas’ ear, his words slurring from overstimulation.

Each time Lucas started to slow, William forced him to thrust again, continuing the motion again and again. Lucas mindlessly followed his orders, groaning and moaning against Michael’s neck. His legs ached and shook and burned as he kept up with his own pace, and again, it was as if he was watching someone control his own body.

Eventually, when Lucas slowed, William did not press him to continue. Lucas slumped on top of Michael, his cock sliding deeper and stretching Michael out, moaning weakly and unable to think. Michael panted for air, lifting his hips just slightly to further Lucas’ cock. William caressed Lucas’ sweating back, littering kisses over his shoulders.

“Very good,” William praised, though Lucas was still reeling. “Now, let us continue.”

William gripped the back of Lucas’ head and lifted him up to make eye contact, though Lucas’ eyes were hazy and unfocused. All he could say was, “Mmrgh..?”

“We were discussing why we should let you pass,” William says smoothly. “Why is that?”

Lucas blinked slowly, unable to process what was being said to him.

“With such a gorgeous body,” William continued as his hand shifted to cup Lucas’ face, his other trailing down Lucas’ back. “Such a strong will, I’m sure you are desperate to leave, yes?”

No. Lucas thought through the fog in his brain. Never.

“Surely,” William purred as his fingers slid between Lucas’ ass cheeks, causing Lucas to inhale sharply. “Surely, you will resist such lustful temptations?”

It was true. Lucas had a duty. He, like many before him, went on this quest to become an adventurer. To win gold and be the hero of his town.

But as William slid a finger into Lucas’ entrance, the idea of leaving so soon— or leaving at all— faded from Lucas’ thoughts. He moaned softly, trying to relax and let William in. His cock, still deep inside Michael, twitched to life. Michael giggles deliriously, tracing his fingers over Lucas’ chest.

“Surely,” William repeated in that seducing voice of his. “Surely, you will carry on? Such a strange traveler you are, so bold. So eager.” He pressed deeper and Lucas whimpered. William smiled. “Eager to please?”

“Yes,” Lucas moans out. “Yes, yes, yes.”

He’s never been touched like this before. So soft, so easy to allow. Lucas let himself surrender to the bright hazel eyes of William, as the god pressed more fingers inside him. Two, three, and all Lucas wanted was more more more.

“As I said,” William whispered. “So eager.”

Soon enough, William’s cock was being pressed inside Lucas’ hole, and he can’t hold back the moan. Michael, Lucas’ cock still deep in him, wrapped his arms around Will’s neck to hold close as William began sliding in and out. All three of them moaned in unison, cum and precum and drool spilling all over the place. William’s thrusts caused Lucas to thrust again, his lower body started to burn from the exertion, but he couldn’t stop— wouldn’t stop.

He cums inside Michael again, tears of exhaustion stinging his eyes. Michael screams again. “Yes, yes, yes!” He cries out, head tipping back as Lucas fucks into him. William pounds into him from behind, murmuring about eagerness and lack of self control. Lucas moans in agreement.

Once the god had cum inside him and Michael had finished over his stomach again, it fell silent.

Michael gently lifted Lucas’ chin, and William propped his head on Lucas’ shoulder.

“Well, you have passed, dear adventurer,” William whispers with a smirk. “Would you like to continue your quest for greatness?”

Lucas, panting and shaking and too fucked out to think, only swallowed thickly. “Want… more..” He moans out, and Michael and William exchange smiles.

They clean him up and collect his armor, though they dress him in a matching toga instead. He doesn’t mind. Without a quest, he has no need for the armor. Servants he doesn’t remember being there clean the rest of the mess, though he pays them no mind. He lays on a larger couch, dazed with his head on William’s thigh. Thinking no worries, no wonderings of the future, just how good he feels and how eager he was to go again.

Michael mirrored him on William’s other thigh, murmuring about how funny it will be when the next adventurer arrives.

“How so?” Lucas asks, sleepy as William caresses his back to keep him that way.

“Well, dear Lucas,” William whispers. “You and your eagerness was a change. Usually, the adventurers become uncomfortable and wary.” William slides a hand to squeeze Lucas’ pec, and Lucas refrains from moaning. “You, lovely, were bold. Staring at my most precious valuable with want.”

“I love when people want me,” Michael jokes with a breathless little laugh.

Lucas finds himself smiling as William replies, “I want you,” As if it wasn’t ever so clear.

The next time an adventurer appears, wanting to pass the castle, the god has two servants at his side. Both his hands sliding under their togas and pleasuring them, and then, when the adventurer has gone, fucking them both silly.

will never found apocalyptic miwi with 12yo mike running away from home to find will himself because nobody believes him is calling to me like a fucking siren