A Knight's Load

Idris awaited Liam. He was always late. The sun and moon were hovering in the same sky. The sun barely visible peeking above the mountains casting shadows and turning the world orange.

This was always the most nerve-wracking time. Everyone knew he and Liam were together, all of Liam’s army anyways. Idris was a nobody though. He knew not who his parents were or where he belonged. He worked in a brothel moving from town to town until he met Liam. Nobody respected their relationship, so nobody would tell him if Liam got hurt on the battlefield. So, Idris waited. He would believe what was real. If Liam’s strawberry horse sprinted through the orange valley to him it meant Liam lived. If Liam’s second in command brown horse was the first visible it meant Keaton was in charge and Liam had perished.

He could hear the sound of hoofs trampling the ground. It was a scattered sound. Not a forceful rhythm. There must have been losses, Idris thought. The first horse was pink and followed by only three others. Idris cared not for any of the others. He waited at the top of the hill waving for Liam. Liam rode to him and jumped off his pink horse and smiled at him.

His teeth were as pearly white as ever, his blonde hair longer than before, and his shoulders more muscular and his body tighter. Idris could feel his muscles flex then relax against Idris as they kissed.

“Come with me,” Idris whispered into his boyfriend’s ear. He expected a protest. Liam would need to see his remained soldiers off.

To his surprise there was none. Liam merely waved at the three other survivors and gladly followed Idris back to their cabin.

“Will King Damian be angry at the losses?” Idris asked as they entered their wooden cabin. Everything was made of oak and smelled of fine wood. A fireplace warmed them in the corner and the two sat on a fur rug cuddling into one another.

“He ordered the mission. Not my fault he doesn’t know how to strategize. I think he will be mad there are survivors, but he can’t say that to his own kingdom,” Liam shrugged unconcernedly. Damian had sent Liam on a series of suicide missions, but Liam returned every time more a legend than when he left. It was why the kingdom loved him.

Liam stood and undressed, removing his armor. Each of his muscles was outlined in the flames glow. Each counter of his biceps, every arch of his abs, the way his thighs and bubble butt flexed and tightened when he stretched. Idris felt himself grow in response.

Liam noticed this too, grinning at the outline of Idris’s pants. He moved to the ground, on all fours. His ass was toned and bubbly and his hole tight and pink.

“You want too?” Liam asked wiggling his abs smirking back at him.

“You know I do,” Idris said stripped naked. His thin and toned body was taller than Liam’s. Liam’s dick was thick and his pubic hair curly blonde. Idris’s was black and dark and his dick thin and long.

Idris wanted to appreciate Liam’s ass before rushing into it. Idris pushed his tongue between Liam’s ass cheeks. He licked at Liam’s hole. Idris knew this was Liam’s favorite. Liam thrust his ass back against Idris’s face. Idris bit Liam’s ass gently before rubbing a finger against Idris’s hole.

Liam moaned and grabbed Idris’s face and dragged his face up. Idris' tongue explored Liam’s mouth. Idris pushed a finger into Liam. Liam moaned and tightened his ass in response. Idris let his fingers run along the shaft of Liam’s dick. He swirled his finger around the tip feeling precum.

Idris always loved how much Liam precum. The way when you really turned him on he would leak all over. Idris added another finger into Liam’s ass.

“You want me to fuck you?” Idris asked slapping his dick against Liam’s ass. Liam pushed back and grabbed Idris’s dick and turned around and tuck him in his mouth.

Liam took all of Idris in his mouth. Idris felt the tightness of his throat and the swirl of his tongue. If Liam kept this up he wouldn’t last long enough to fuck him. Idris thrust his hips against Liam’s face and pulled his dick out.

“Put it in me,” Liam said raising his legs over his head. Idris didn’t Liam to beg or want him too.

Idris gently pushed into Liam whose ass expanded to meet him. Liam wrapped his legs around Idris’s waist and sat on top of him. When Liam bottomed, he liked to be in charge. Liam rode Idris’s dick, his hard erection slapping against Idris’s abs.

Liam’s abs contracted. Idris knew Liam’s body as well as his own. Liam was on the verge. Idris pushed into him further knowing just where to hit. Liam’s grunts turned into uncontrollable moans. Idris grabbed Liam’s dick and squeezed Liam’s balls. Idris played with the tip of Liam’s dick knowing he loved it.

“I’m there,” Liam moaned pushing his ass down to take all of Idris’s erection. Liam came, shooting a thick load over Idris’s chest.

The site of Liam’s climax drove Idris over the edge. He came in Liam, his hips pushing up and shaking. Liam slid off of him. Both were covered in sweat and sticky. A white ooze dripped from Liam’s ass.

“I missed you,” Liam said grabbing Idris closer. Idris lay his head down on Liam and let him play with his hair, curling it with his fingers.

“Then stop leaving without me,” Idris muttered grumpily.

“It’s too dangerous for you to come.” Liam rubbed Idris’s back to soothe him. The familiar warmth of Liam made Idris want to sleep comfortably in his arms.

“We need to get the king to stop trying to kill you,” Idris said in response.

“I think we can make a plan for that,” Liam encouraged.

“But after we sleep,” Idris responded groggily.