🍋 Room Service | Anatole x Andrico
✴︎ ROOM SERVICE ✴︎
2.2k words. In which the obliterator (Anatole) becomes the one getting obliterated. Written for Day 2 of the @midsummer-masquerade, using the prompts Role Reversal and Overstimulation. 🍋🍋🍋
Minors DNI.
CW: Dom/Sub dynamics, oral sex, penetrative sex, fingering, mild degradation, impact play, cumplay. Anatole is transmasculine and his genitalia is described in here. He also uses the words ‘cunt’ and ‘pussy’ to talk about his own genitalia — if you too are transmasculine and these sort of descriptions are squicky to you, discretion is advised.
Want to read the rest of ‘City of Delights’? You can find it here.
Anatole still thought they could’ve done this at home, but Andrico wanted to come and despite what their sex life scenes would suggest, Anatole leaned towards the indulgent kind of partner. He just liked doing things for Andrico: so after some consideration, he informed Nadia he would join the Masquerade, asking if there was any possibility for him to ask a little favour.
Nadia was thrilled to help him. So much, that he ignored telling her the several things he had asked Andrico for the sake of his own comfort. Not that his husband minded, of course. He had never made him feel anything but respected about those aspects of him that made him more nitpicky.
Even then, Anatole was sure this would make it up to him, even if he knew that wasn’t necessary.
If he said so himself, he looked fantastic, obviously. He had a couple of outfits planned, but for this, aside from the robe and heeled boots he was also wearing, he picked something that was easy to remove. Or rather, to rip. Anatole knew his husband, so he didn’t need to wait for their evening to play out to know his lingerie would not survive it.
It’s why he had an outfit change in the room he had asked Nadia for.
The room she had reserved for Anatole was the room the Consul was meant to occupy if they decided to live in the Palace. Given the existence of the Palazzo, it remained unused, usually being given to guests of honour, like Nadia’s parents. It had a private bathroom, drawing room with a private dining area, and a view of the City.
For the Masquerade it was adorned with various decorations, candles and other mood setting elements. Like toys, props, lube and several types of protection barriers in case they were needed.
Anatole liked being in charge in the bedroom. It was what made him feel the best, feeling himself thoroughly. However, sometimes he wanted his husbands to treat him like a trophy they refused to let go of. Their very pretty pillow prince that they may or not manhandle.
Correction: he wanted Andrico to fuck him like that. When it came to this mood and Julian, Anatole wanted him to eat him out until his mouth went numb. He had never been in the gut rearranging business, or at least, not when it came to being the one doing the rearranging.
Julian was having fun on his own for now, and would join them later, so it was just Andrico, Anatole and their little scene. They had, of course, previously discussed it; they both liked to talk scenes out before they happened, but it was different in situ. Besides, seduction was the most important part of sex for Anatole. It was his favourite too.
So he had batted his eyelashes at Andrico, he had been just slippery enough. He had been filthy enough when flirting with him, letting himself step into the dynamic as his finger traced absent circles on Andrico’s chest and he grabbed his thigh.
He had poured him a drink once they were in their room, and he had run his hands over his chest before walking around him, rubbing his shoulders. He had kissed Andrico’s neck, and now he was sitting on his lap, gently taking Andrico’s glass from his hands.
Andrico raised an eyebrow at him, a cocky smirk on his face. He looked like a rascal. Anatole loved that face.
“Look at you, Cheri, being all pleasant.”
Anatole began kissing Andrico’s jaw. Andrico’s hands made their way down his back, over his hips, and onto his ass. He pulled them closer, pressing Anatole’s groin against his hardening dick.
“Would you like me to go back to being a cocky bastard like you’ve always said I am?”
“You could. Would you like me to ask for a replacement?”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“I thought you said I deserved only the best room service. And you’re being a brat.”
“Fine,” he said, subsiding. There would be other occasions to be a brat, right now wasn’t one.
“Fine, what?”
Andrico was still looking at him with that scoundrel face of his as he got what he wanted. That Anatole couldn’t brat didn’t mean he couldn’t create problems on purpose. He took Andrico’s hand, kissing his fingertips before sucking one, two of his fingers. He let them go with a wet pop.
“Fine, Papi.”
“You're an awful minx.”
“Maybe I want you that much, Papi,” now, his hand went between them, so he could palm Drico’s dick through his clothes.
“You do? In that case, you shouldn’t worry, Cheri, because I’ll make sure you can’t think of anything aside from me being inside you all night.”
Andrico’s mouth met his with impatience. He sucked on Anatole’s lower lip, his hands keeping a good grip on his ass. Anatole was no longer wearing the robe he previously had — now it was just him in his barely there underwear, with Andrico’s fingers peeking under the hems on the backside.
He thought Andrico would rip his underwear then. He was wrong. He did that after he had Anatole bent over a table, while he alternated between fucking him with his fingers and eating him out through his underwear. The wet fabric —wet from Anatole’s own slick wetness and Andrico’s tongue— created friction against his clit, creating a constant build-up but no release. He felt him pull away, followed by the ripping sound of fabric.
“You taste too good to only enjoy it through your underwear.”
He ate him and fucked him with his fingers until he came, edging him just so to make his orgasm stronger. Anatole had to grip the table as he felt his legs tremble trying to maintain his own weight. Andrico had meant what he said earlier about being inside him all night, because he didn’t give him a moment to come down from it before Anatole felt Andrico’s hard dick against him. He pushed it in slowly, so he could feel every piercing on it, but that was the only half-mercy he conceded to Nana. The whimper he gave out with that first insertion quickly became moans again.
“Good,” Andrico told him, “I’m glad you know I like my whores noisy. Hate to have an ungrateful one, don’t you?”
Normally, Anatole would agree — because normally, it was Andrico and himself the one making Julian their slut. Now he couldn’t, simply because he felt too good to try to articulate words. It was too much, too soon, in the best way possible. His hummed reply turned into another moan; Andrico laughed.
When they moved to the bed, Andrico had Anatole lie on his back, holding his spread legs up in the air. He held him by his ankles, fingers gripping against his lower calves and the tattooed flower band around Anatole’s skin.
He thought his husband looked beautiful like this. Flushed cheeks were a rare sight on Anatole, but the heat of pleasure dusted a light blush on his freckled, brown skin. His hair was everywhere, spread on the bed like a halo crowning Anatole’s head, and with how good it felt to sink his cock into the warm wetness between Anatole’s thighs, he might have compared him with something celestial.
He was his little sun after all. A little sun whose walls clenched around his dick: first from his orgasm, then because Anatole, his wonderful Anatole, always fucked back.
Andrico thrusted into him, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull. It wasn’t long before Anatole was begging him to come inside him, wanting to feel “his come inside his cunt.”
Andrico could do that, so he did it.
Respite was once again momentary, but enough for them to share kisses as they steadied his breaths, Andrico’s fingers tangling into his husband’s soft hair.
“Aren’t you good, Cheri?”
“Oh, I’m the best goddamned pussy you’ll ever sink your dick on.”
Andrico laughed. Of course it was a matter of time before that characteristic cockiness in Nana, the one that came out only for sex, found its way back to his mouth.
“If you keep talking back and fucking around, you will find out.”
Anatole only raised an eyebrow at him.
Andrico hooked his thumb with Anatole’s lower lips “Let see if your ass is as good as your pussy, then.”
He grabbed him by the waist to turn him over, lifting his hips up in the air. He ran his fingers from his clit to his asshole, his fingers carrying some of Nana’s slickness mixed with his cum.
Andrico instructed him to stay like that while he went to get more lube, a vibrator and a plug. Andrico slicked his fingers, pushing this thumb in first, keeping it there just for Anatole to feel it. He took it out and changed it for one of his other fingers, moving inside Anatole, stretching him until he could take another one.
Once he could take two fingers comfortably, Andrico lubed up the plug and began fucking Anatole with it. He left it inside him so he could go wash his hands — that way, when he came back, he could keep pumping the plug in and out of him while the rest of his fingers went back to his clit.
It was a lot, in the best way. Pleasure pooled warmth on the small of his back, on the base of his stomach too, making him curl his toes and go a little limp. Andrico didn’t like that. As soon as he noticed he spanked Anatole making him suck in a breath, and making him arch his back once again too.
Andrico leaned over him, pulling his hair at the base of his hair. “If you’re slouching, that can’t be good. You talk back, and you slouch? Do you want me go find someone else to fuck?”
“No, Papi, I want you to fuck me.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, let me keep being yours.”
“Oh, you’re not just mine, you’re my whore too. Better remind you.”
He ordered him to put the vibrating toy against his clit and turned it on. He also told him to count. First until five, each number a spank; Andrico added too more for good measure, grabbing his ass by the handful with the last one.
Andrico was fully hard again. “Are you ready to take my dick?”
“Yes, Papi, anything you want.”
“Anything I want? What an eager little whore.”
Andrico put the plug aside and pressed the head of his dick against his ass, he pushed it in, Anatole gasping and moaning as he did. He felt so full, that pleasant, not uncomfortable sting of being well stretched. Unlike last time, Andrico fucked him slowly, groaning as he fucked him, his hand still on Anatole’s hair. He pulled him back, making Anatole arch his back, his mouth finding his neck.
“Keep that vibrator on your clit, Cheri, I want to feel you come as I fuck your ass.”
Anatole came first again, Andrico following him soon after. He pulled him closer to him as he came inside him, teeth against Anatole’s shoulder.
This time Andrico’s dick was still half hard after he came. He made Anatole wait as he cleaned up, kneeling on the bed and sitting back on his heels when he came back. Making Anatole come hither, he cupped his cheek before his hand found its way back to Anatole’s hair.
“It seems like not so little ‘Drico isn’t done with you. Is that vibrator against your clit?”
Anatole adjusted it. “Now it is, Papi.”
“Good, keep it there. Now open up.”
When Anatole took his dick into his mouth, Andrico groaned, throwing his head back, starting to rock his hips into his mouth. While he could take it, Anatole did have a gag reflex, unlike Julian. It made him choke on Andrico’s dick when it reached the back of his throat but he liked it like that. He could barely look up at Andrico through his lashes, tears in the corners of his eyes.
He relaxed his throat when Andrico pushed in, and sucked until his cheeks hollowed when he pushed back.
It took Andrico a longer time to come, almost completely spent, but knowing he had another orgasm in him, he made Anatole keep going. He did it gladly, drool falling on his chin. When he pulled back to ask him if he wanted him to swallow, his voice was coarse.
“No, Cheri, I want to see my cum on your face.”
His clit felt sensitive with the vibrations, yet he missed them when he moved it again with Andrico’s permission so he could angle himself better. He kept sucking his dick, Andrico guiding his head until he was about to come. He got up from his heels, upright enough so he could come on Anatole’s face.
He had his mouth open, Andrico’s come falling on his face, his lips, and inside his mouth. As he came down from it, he rubbed his thumb against Nana’s lower lip. He sucked it, and soon enough Andrico pulled him into a kiss.
He helped Anatole clean his face, both of them holding each other close, making goo-goo eyes at each other. Andrico was about to ask him if he was alright, or if he wanted to come again, when there was a knock on the door, Julian announcing himself from the other side of it.
He came in and Andrico regained that rascal-like glint on his eyes.
“Did you have fun, Juju?”
“I did,” he said, getting cherry red as he thought about how his night had started. “Did you?”
“We did. Our Anatole here has been very good, you know? Why don’t you come thank him for letting other people borrow you, and clean him up? He could use coming a couple more times.”
Julian got on his knees faster than the speed of light.
