A Night Inn

The night’s air was refreshing. The brothel smelled of sweat and alcohol. Here, he could smell the leaves and flowers. The glow of candles in the castle beckoned for him to come in, to go where it was warm. The castle would never be a place he would be welcome, Idris thought. He was no king, he was not rich, and his boyfriend was the king’s biggest rival. It was already a scandal the most beloved knight in the land would be dating someone who worked in a brothel, a poor villager who came from a family that nobody had taken note of.

His boyfriend, Liam, was away tonight. Likely battling along the border to try to claim borderland. Idris was sure he was enjoying himself in the night. He could have his selection of any of the other knights. They had an arrangement when they were away from one another. Idris stretched, he was tall and lean, and his shirt rode up his hips.

In the distance, he could make out the shadow of an equally tall figure that looked familiar. Idris approached the figure who turned and beamed at him. He was Idris’s age, 19, and had radiant green eyes and strawberry blonde hair. He was more toned than Idris was, more defined abs and less skinny.

“Basil, right?” Idris asked. Idris wasn’t sure if he was a knight or a friend of the king. He frequented the brothel often, but he had never seen him with Liam or at one of the lavish parties the king threw.

“You remember?” Basil asked looking happy. It was Idris’s job to remember names, to make the brothel welcoming. Idris nodded and matched Basil’s smile with one of his own.

“Remind what business you are in,” Idris prompted. Basil wore loose fabric that was finally made and stitched together. His short hung from his shoulders while at the same time revealing his broad arms and biceps and was cut to hint at his abs. It was a sultry outfit that was handmade to look attractive yet inoffensive. To the untrained eye, it would merely look like the fabric had torn to show his skin by accident. To afford such clothes Basil could not be a knight, he had to be wealthy.

“My father is a trader from up north.” Basil sounded bored at this.

Idris admired him, his hair fell into his eyes and his biceps caused Idris’s pants to tighten. Plus, having his favor would certainly be good for business. Idris allowed Basil to look him over, to stare at the stretch of his pants hiding his erection.

Idris knew when he had what he wanted so he removed his shirt slowly. Basil grinned at this and unclasped his own and let it fall to the ground. Idris appreciated this bluntness. He was not one for games.

Idris moved forward and kissed his neck and down to his chests. He let his tongue swirl around Basil’s pink nipples and he bit at them. Basil moaned and pushed Idris’s head lower. Idris obliged tracing his tongue down Basil’s abs. Basil’s hands cusped Idris’s ass and squeezed, slapping his cheeks. Idris let out a pleasurable moan at this and pushed back, giving Basil more access to play with his ass.

Basil surprised him. Right as Idris pulled down Basil’s pants to reveal a thick cock with matching ginger pubes he flipped Idris. He had expected to take Basil in his mouth but instead, Basil buried his head into Idris’s ass licking his hole. Idris pushed his ass down to allow Basil’s tongue to explore his hole and moaned. He could feel the grass against his chest as Basil moved from his ass to licking his back and neck before kissing him.

“Can I?” Basil asked teasing Idris’s hole with his cock.

“Please,” Idris moaned knowing Basil would like the question. He seemed like a man who wanted to be in charge. Basil moaned at Idris’s whimpers and shoved his dick into him.

Idris could feel his hole stretch and the quick pain that alleviated to pleasure. Basil was a rough lover, pushing him onto the grass and fucking him with deep thrusts on the grass. Idris could feel Basil’s sweaty chest rubbing against his back.

“Spank me,” Idris ordered. Basil moaned at this and obliged, slapping Idris’s ass before reaching around to jerk Idris’s long dick off.

Basil was talented at this, perfectly matching his strokes to his thrusts. Idris kissed Basil forcefully. He could feel Basil was getting close to losing control. Idris pushed back and flipped around, taking Basil’s cock in his mouth.

“You’re incredible,” Basil moaned as he thrust his dick down Idris’s throat. Basil pulled his dick out of Idris’s mouth and came thick streams on Idris’s face.

Idris could feel his own orgasm mounting as Basil licked along his shaft.

“I’m there,” Idris moaned letting his cum cover Basil’s face.

The two grinned at one another. Basil cleaned himself with his shirt as Idris did the same. Idris could tell Basil wished to speak but he wanted Basil to work for it so he disappeared back into his brothel feeling Basil’s gaze on him.