Wine me, Dine me

Don’t worry we’ll fuck quietly.

If I wake up to you both fuck fighting or being loud I’m going to throttle you and chain you up.

Let me rest.

Don’t worry we’ll fuck quietly.

If I wake up to you both fuck fighting or being loud I’m going to throttle you and chain you up.

….promise?

Don’t worry we’ll fuck quietly.

If I wake up to you both fuck fighting or being loud I'm going to throttle you and chain you up.

But who will keep me company?

If you wanted to come and spend the day in my arms all you had to do was ask. And maybe bring some more alcohol.

Of course. I’ll bring the finest vintage we have in the place just for you

Good. And maybe if you behave we can even dare I say, cuddle.

But who will keep me company?

If you wanted to come and spend the day in my arms all you had to do was ask. And maybe bring some more alcohol.

help I’ve fallen and am perfectly capable of getting up but refuse to

Help.

HEY, THIS IS AMAZING! ❤❤❤❤

Proxenos!

“No.”  He walked over, running a hand down the length of their spine before ending with groping their ass. “Not until you’re begging for forgiveness.”

They hum at first since the touch isn’t anything particularly special though they do arch their back upward to feel more. Flashing a smug smirk on their face over their shoulder, ass wiggling a little, “Oh, Consul please forgive me~,” The tone overdramatic at followed by a, “Like that, Vally?” Mocking tone.

There is a moment of pause before he grabbed their hair, frowning. “I think you can do better tup.” He pushed his hips against their ass. “Much better.”

The smugness doesn’t falter, they are getting what they wanted as their rubbed their head into his hand. “Valerius, please, I promise to be a good Proxenos.” It is hard not to laugh for them, especially when they know it’s a lie. Too prideful and too set in their pirating, shameless, ruleless ways. Very shameless grinding themselves against his crotch while rolling their tongue to sound like they are purring. “Come on Vally.”

Sometimes, he wondered why he kept his Proxenos. Then they’d pull these delightful little stunts and he’d remember why. Challenge always proved the greatest incentive for him. More so, one who refused to yield until the very end. “Liar.” His hand came down in a firm swat. “You’re just trying to get out of being punished, all which being disrespectful. Shameful- You might need a harsher lesson than normal.” Hands grabbed as hip, pulling fabric down to reveal bare skin. “Insolent tup.”

The purring stop with their squeal caused by a strike they knew was coming, they asked for it and knew it. Loved it, “Mm, yes do keep talking dirty Vally.”  It was a game to them, one they knew too well.  Playing offended by gasping then whining, “No, I am taking this so very seriously. See?” Presenting themselves further when cool air hit warm skin: chest on the desk flat, legs slightly bent so they wouldn’t fall over if– when their ass got swat again. “I’m a good Proxenos with a bad Consul.” Daring to play like is bother for them to endure such a hardship.  “Stick up the ass ram.” Because backtalking is always fun even though it is a mumble.

“You never cease do you?” He growled, finding them both infuriating and arousing. “Maybe I ought to gag you- however.” His hand came down again, nails running over red skin to draw out the sting left behind. He loved seeing them like this, so disobedient while also playing their game so well. It made their time all the sweeter when they ended up inevitably in each other’s arms. “You are a good Proxenos.” He purred, leaning down to kiss their ear. “Your mouth is utterly terrible, and it makes me want to shut you up with my cock.” His hand came down again as he kissed his lover’s neck, fluttering his attentions to better contrast his touch.

A small unhidden whimper with a gasp escapes their mouth, then a hiss delighted by pain from the strike and turned on by the nails adding to the masochist bliss. The Proxenos liked this, pain is easy to block out or retaliate against whether returning it or playing the sass card. But praise, now that is something they could not handle well, worse it is from the Consul, a man they adore too much. They closed their eyes laughing it off before moaning as their teeth holding the corner of their bottom lips, a hand left the desk to slide down between their legs. The damn man had their nerves hypersensitive to his touch. “Do it,” Breathless. “I do enjoy the taste of you.” Back arching towards Valerius, head down as Proxenos’ eyes open to steady themselves. “Your cum reminds me of salty bitters.” Because he is both salty and can come off as bitter at times. Well, more stuck up like all ‘richies’. 

“Is that what you want my tup? My rambunctious little lamb? My cock in that cute little mouth of yours?” Another hard spank, he soothed it with a gentle knead, fingers dancing at the edge, daring to go further down. “I want to give you my cum and so much more Hai-Bo.” Their name, so infrequently used, spoken like a prayer from a devout. “are my ocean, wild and untamed, yet so beautiful and full of life. You humble me and yet make me yearn to conquer you.” Lips pressed to the top of their spine, his hand cupped them. “Silence as you kiss me like a lover, or loud as we crash together, land and sea in a turbulent storm of passion?”

Now they have had many lovers both male and female, some inexperienced and experience. Some lovers talk big only to be all talk, some silent satisfying, and then there’s him; Valerius who’s job is both talk and back it up. And God does he talk, not like they hate it. No, his words but her on a cruel high near close to one his touch does to them. No amount of pain can block that voice out. A louder needy whine, the hand between their leg touching his to get what they really need. “Just fuck me already.” Sex: easy to get through. Praise: hard to forget both in mind and heart strings. Gods above know how the Consul’s words mixed with their name really has the Proxenos melting. “Damn you,” Words so romantic like in those books that had their cheeks burning too much for their liking. “I am going throw you on this desk and ride like ship in a storm, Consul Valerius.” Face turned away to hide. “Worse than a siren.” Mumbling a meanless complaint.

“If I am to be damned Hai-Bo-” His thrust was a slow one. The dip of his hips just so to make it a seamlessly effortless glide into their body, holding them still as he pushed in, seeking to fill them as much as he could, fingers dancing on their clit. “Then I would damn us both.” Fully seated inside his lover, his proxenos, his spouse, his precious tup, Valerius shuddered as he began to move- slow rhythmic thrusts that were controlled, aimed to bring them both pleasure as he took his time, trying to find the best angle.  “Can you hear the sea from here?” His hips moved slow and steady, in and out, “I would have you master me, as you have the waves themselves.”

Proxenos!

“No.”  He walked over, running a hand down the length of their spine before ending with groping their ass. “Not until you’re begging for forgiveness.”

They hum at first since the touch isn’t anything particularly special though they do arch their back upward to feel more. Flashing a smug smirk on their face over their shoulder, ass wiggling a little, “Oh, Consul please forgive me~,” The tone overdramatic at followed by a, “Like that, Vally?” Mocking tone.

There is a moment of pause before he grabbed their hair, frowning. “I think you can do better tup.” He pushed his hips against their ass. “Much better.”

The smugness doesn’t falter, they are getting what they wanted as their rubbed their head into his hand. “Valerius, please, I promise to be a good Proxenos.” It is hard not to laugh for them, especially when they know it’s a lie. Too prideful and too set in their pirating, shameless, ruleless ways. Very shameless grinding themselves against his crotch while rolling their tongue to sound like they are purring. “Come on Vally.”

Sometimes, he wondered why he kept his Proxenos. Then they’d pull these delightful little stunts and he’d remember why. Challenge always proved the greatest incentive for him. More so, one who refused to yield until the very end. “Liar.” His hand came down in a firm swat. “You’re just trying to get out of being punished, all which being disrespectful. Shameful- You might need a harsher lesson than normal.” Hands grabbed as hip, pulling fabric down to reveal bare skin. “Insolent tup.”

The purring stop with their squeal caused by a strike they knew was coming, they asked for it and knew it. Loved it, “Mm, yes do keep talking dirty Vally.”  It was a game to them, one they knew too well.  Playing offended by gasping then whining, “No, I am taking this so very seriously. See?” Presenting themselves further when cool air hit warm skin: chest on the desk flat, legs slightly bent so they wouldn’t fall over if– when their ass got swat again. “I’m a good Proxenos with a bad Consul.” Daring to play like is bother for them to endure such a hardship.  “Stick up the ass ram.” Because backtalking is always fun even though it is a mumble.

“You never cease do you?” He growled, finding them both infuriating and arousing. “Maybe I ought to gag you- however.” His hand came down again, nails running over red skin to draw out the sting left behind. He loved seeing them like this, so disobedient while also playing their game so well. It made their time all the sweeter when they ended up inevitably in each other’s arms. “You are a good Proxenos.” He purred, leaning down to kiss their ear. “Your mouth is utterly terrible, and it makes me want to shut you up with my cock.” His hand came down again as he kissed his lover’s neck, fluttering his attentions to better contrast his touch.

A small unhidden whimper with a gasp escapes their mouth, then a hiss delighted by pain from the strike and turned on by the nails adding to the masochist bliss. The Proxenos liked this, pain is easy to block out or retaliate against whether returning it or playing the sass card. But praise, now that is something they could not handle well, worse it is from the Consul, a man they adore too much. They closed their eyes laughing it off before moaning as their teeth holding the corner of their bottom lips, a hand left the desk to slide down between their legs. The damn man had their nerves hypersensitive to his touch. “Do it,” Breathless. “I do enjoy the taste of you.” Back arching towards Valerius, head down as Proxenos’ eyes open to steady themselves. “Your cum reminds me of salty bitters.” Because he is both salty and can come off as bitter at times. Well, more stuck up like all ‘richies’. 

“Is that what you want my tup? My rambunctious little lamb? My cock in that cute little mouth of yours?” Another hard spank, he soothed it with a gentle knead, fingers dancing at the edge, daring to go further down. “I want to give you my cum and so much more Hai-Bo.” Their name, so infrequently used, spoken like a prayer from a devout. “are my ocean, wild and untamed, yet so beautiful and full of life. You humble me and yet make me yearn to conquer you.” Lips pressed to the top of their spine, his hand cupped them. “Silence as you kiss me like a lover, or loud as we crash together, land and sea in a turbulent storm of passion?”