lieabilities | [peacock] TDM Continuations

[ If Minos is going to start thinking about other people in bed, he could at least have the decency to tell Kleken so he can do the same- ]

[ The shudder that races down his spine is painfully noticeable, however much Kleken tries to hide it, but he can live with the knowledge that Minos was able to get his body to react that way. Couldn't be helped against this annoying level of pleasure his body decided to find in all of this. Nevermind that his tentacles are also pulling Minos in tight, keeping him trapped there while he empties himself into Kleken as if milking the man for all he's worth. That was acceptable too. ]

[ The groan, however. ]

[ The low groan he makes in echo to Minos' moan is going to haunt his own nightmares after this. ]

Aah-!

[ Hey, there’s no stopping Kleken from thinking about Istvan all the time. Minos isn’t even going to be offended. Like. Come on— ]

Mmn…

[ He blinks, tries to recover himself before Kleken does, but it’s hard with the tentacles holding him fast, wrapping him up in darkness, his whole body still exposed and raw and…

And there’s this odd sense of triumph, such that he hasn’t felt since his days as an assassin-in-training. He certainly looks more like the wild beast he’d been in those days, scarred and dark-eyed and bestial, just barely held back from some instinctual desire to ruin the pasty bastard underneath him by those tentacles.

He hates how good they feel, how nice and cool—too bad he feels altogether too hot still, and it’s not helped at all by the fact that he’s still pressed against Kleken and hasn’t really pulled himself out just yet. ]

Heh…that’s the most truthful thing I’ve heard from you all day.

[ Stop calling him out like that- ]

[ Isn't it about time Kleken took hold of this situation again? Or at least make a valiant attempt to? With Minos trying to collect himself (and successfully teasing the conman), now is the perfect time to launch his counterattack. ]

[ His tentacles are put to work once more, rolling the pair to flip their positions and pinning the butler down against the bed with Kleken seated in his lap and Minos still quite firmly inside of him. And unfortunately making a face for the briefest of moments, because gravity is a thing which means he can feel the remnants Minos left inside of him trying to escape and that is terrible. ]

[ It strengthens his resolve for the pettiest of revenges. ]

Then, I shall continue to be honest and inform you I have yet to be satisfied.

[ Well, Kleken switching their positions had been expected—it’s a shame that Minos isn’t good enough at this whole sex thing to completely fuck the thought out of him.

But he goes down with a grunt, not even bothering to resist as he looks up at Kleken with a challenging smile.

He’d rather take a shower and a long, long nap, just in case he’s going to wake back up in the Andersen manor none the worse for wear, but… ]

Hah…you want me that much?

[ Two can play the petty game— ]

[ It's a relief that he isn't and he damn well better not get good enough at it to- ]

[ That challenging smile is met with a confident smirk, even as unfamiliarity haunts his bones in shifting his hips atop Minos. This just plain isn't familiar territory for him, but being on the other side of the situation has him with at least an idea of what to do. A slow shifting of his hips to start, just enough to get himself used to the new feelings and start seeking that annoyingly tempting taste of pleasure he'd had earlier. ]

I could do without the- mmn-

[ There it was, that spark. ]

- the mouth on you.

[ Thanks to Kleken he’s only going to get better at this from here on out— ]

Then it seems I’m far from being satisfied as well.

[ Because right now it’s looking like Kleken can’t fuck him senseless even with his tentacles to help, for shame.

He might not be able to grab for Kleken’s hips with those tentacles pinning him down, but he still has just enough leverage to grind up against Kleken. He hadn’t missed that expression from earlier—why not be a dear and give him more of it? ]

Try not to put me to sleep, if you can…

[ Oh the conflict in not wanting Minos to get better at sex because of his own pettiness versus wanting him to get better so Kleken can drag some satisfaction out of him- ]

[ There's a shiver all the way out to his tentacles at that grind because the bastard is hitting a spot inside of him that he knows is going to make his composure unravel. He's certainly not going to start rocking his hips to chase the sensation, no, that would be a terrible idea when they're in the middle of viciously exchanging blows. ]

[ Kleken would never make a bad decision- ]

Mmn-!

[ Fuck that felt good. ]

Feel free... hah, to close your eyes. If you must. Along with your mouth. It'd make this all the better.

Embarrassment is a good look on you.

[ Please feel free to give him more, because now Minos is dangerously committed, and Kleken should have already gathered from his intel that once Minos commits to something there is absolutely nothing stopping him from bulldozing his way through it—

Or through Kleken, at any rate. He’ll even thrust harder into him. As a treat. ]

You seem to be seeing things-

[ It's a weak protest by Kleken's standards, cutting off his own words to bite down on his tongue at the sharp thrust inside of him. That thrillingly good sensation has him curling his fingers against the other's chest and digging his nails into his skin in a way he hopes leaves hard-to-explain marks. Not that most would see the bared chest of the butler, even Kleken would never have imagined he would. But every time Minos saw it, he'd have no choice but to remember who put them there. ]

[ That'd be a nice thing to think about in the future. ]

[ In the present, Kleken is focused entirely on riding Minos' unfortunately satisfying cock, head turned to the side so at least the annoying man underneath him isn't getting a clear view of his expressions. ]

[ Kleken’s right, the bastard. Even were it to heal, the sensation would remain, to say nothing of the look on Kleken’s face as he did it.

…He’ll work on his revenge after fucking Kleken senseless. ]

Hn…

[ For now he continues at their rocky pace, moving against him like a wild bull trying to buck off its rider, though he doesn’t want Kleken flying just yet—at least, not until Minos is absolutely done with him. And not until he can break free of his slimy bonds so he can make Kleken suffer even worse for his sins.

With his gaze fixed on Kleken’s he summons his Luminatics once again—a futile effort in a world without Lumina to draw from, but surely it’ll be enough for him to break free and fight him— ]

Hah-

[ Kleken is always right, thank you for noticing. ]

[ The rougher thrusts are more rattling than he'd expected and have him shifting his tentacles, starting to focus more on keeping himself atop Minos than keeping Minos pinned down. Which is exactly why Kleken prefers to be completely in charge when it comes to sex. Controlling several mini-brains at one takes far more concentration than he'd like to admit and when absorbingly good pleasure enters the scene... Well, all of his mind aligns in one very specific direction and forgets everything else. And he didn't have nearly enough experience with such situations to keep control. ]

[ He can feel Minos boring a hole into his head with his eyes, gaze flickering back in the man's direction and if there's a slight haziness to them that's certainly Minos' imagination and not Kleken drawing up on his orgasm. ]

This…ends…now—

[ As Kleken draws nearer to his own climax he might catch the glimpse of a far larger, more muscular arm, monstrous and clapped with irons, reaching toward him…

…before that flash of Lumina resolves itself into Minos, his red eyes wide and dark and hyperfocused on the man before him, grinning madly as his hand makes a grab for Kleken’s neck and he spills a second time into the other man. ]

[ Minos can you please fuck like a normal Aurorian. ]

[ If he had any sort of control over his body right now he'd have held back his own orgasm the moment he caught sight of Minos' summon and responded with his own tentacles to keep whatever ideas the damn butler had at bay, but it's far too late for that. To grapple back control over his full body is impossible as he falls straight over that cliff into orgasm just a moment before Minos does, spilling himself across the man's chest and reeling in just how good it feels. ]

[ The combination of Minos' hand on him and his seed spilling into him finally drags out an unrestrained moan from his throat and an uncharacteristic arch of his back, Kleken's finally tuned control completely gone for the moment as he squeezes tight around him and shamelessly grinds down his hips to draw out that pleasurable feeling. He needs to get back control quickly, he knows that instinctual, but the hand on his neck is making it too difficult to catch his breath and wrestle back his sanity. Even in one of his most pleasurable moments, of course Minos had to be a pain- ]

[ An unsteady hand reaches up to try and grab at the other's hand and pull it off, but even in his best condition, he's a poor physical match to Minos without his tentacles. ]

[ If Kleken was a normal Aurorian, maybe— ]

…

[ There’s a few more rasping breaths before his fingers finally loosen up, Minos finally coming out of that feral state Kleken had goaded him into. ]

…Apologies.

[ With a deep breath—and if Kleken lets him—he’ll finally pull his hand away, Minos staring back at him with a look of both exhaustion from drawing so much upon his Luminatics in such a short amount of time and also the mingled concern and frustration from the terrible, terrible post-nut clarity that comes with having realized that he’d just fucked Kleken twice.

And liked it.

And wouldn’t even mind going again.

…He doesn’t know what else to say. ]

[ Post-nut clarity is the actual worst, because Kleken never wants to face the knowledge that Minos had just gave him one of the better fucks he's had in his life. ]

[ And he wants more. ]

[ It's easier to blame both of those thoughts on the brief lack of oxygen flow instead, hazily climbing down from the high of his climax enough to flicker his eyes open again and meet Minos' gaze with a partially dazed one of his own. Even the apology is something his mind had made up, and it takes him a few beats to kickstart a bit more of his brain to process it as real and the surprise in his eyes is an honest one for the half second it's there. ]

[ Unfortunately for them both, more and more of his sanity is flooding back in and the honesty is being drowned out in turn. ]

I...

[ With how many times he's been choked by now, it's a surprise his voice doesn't sound any worse than it does. ]

Suppose.

That was satisfactory.

…I see.

[ Does he sound almost…disappointed? “Satisfactory” is the middle range—he can’t tell which way the lie swings now, the bastard.

But considering the flicker of surprise earlier…there’s really only one way to read it, isn’t there? ]

It seems you need some time to recover.

[ And he’s the one that’s actually capable of aftercare, so unless Kleken protests, Minos is going to pick him up and gently deposit him on that cot while he busies himself with gathering up that terrycloth robe and checking out that gift basket for anything useful.

It’ll distract him from that highly inconvenient attraction for at least a little while. ]

[ Surely it is just his imagination that makes Minos sound that way, which then begs the question why would his imagination hear such a thing. Surely neither of them has any such feelings for this arrangement, where they quite literally took what they wanted from each other. Kleken had taken the best ride of his life and Minos- ]

[ Minos had sex, which he is quite sure the man couldn't say before. ]

[ He's lifted easily, a small noise made as the process leaves him suddenly empty and limp against the cot. He's fairly worn out, tentacles working automatically at this point and even then they flop themselves over the edges of the bed for the most part. He vaguely notes that he can feel Minos' seed leaking out of him, a sensation that sends a small shudder through his body and has him curling a tentacle over his lap because heavens help him if he's going to let Minos see it. ]

[ His body might be need a break but his mouth sure isn't taking a rest- ]

... Are you done already?

[ Minos is trying very hard not to look, especially not after knowing just how tempting Kleken must be, all spread out on the bed like that, looking terribly well-fucked…

…but did it have to be the least palatable member of the Istvan Gang?

Briskly, without glancing back: ]

I doubt you can handle another round.

[ Briskly, as he frowns into that gift basket full of less than ideal-looking toiletries. Of course a place like this would have such a tacky theme, but…ughhh…

Maybe he can fashion a murder weapon out of these instead. ]

[ Would he rather be fucking Seleucid- ]

[ Even if Minos won't look his way, he can probably feel Kleken staring a hole into his back. Though he's more than aware that Minos has more stamina than himself, a part of him greatly dislikes how easily and nonchalantly the man is walking about the room now. That bubbling greed inside of him wants to have wrung the man dry and leave him looking as exhausted as Kleken felt and- ]

[ And well Kleken has never been one to let a bad idea go freely. ]

I can handle you.

[ ~~Instead of Kleken?? Abso-fucking-lutely.~~

And then he lets out the most undignified snortlaugh ever— ]

If you’re well enough to joke around, then you’re well enough to uphold the terms of our…association.

[ i.e. get off your lazy butt and help him figure out their escape plan.

Never mind that they still haven’t crawled out of this Aurora-forsaken room just yet. ]

[ Men with actual endless stamina and not half-faked stamina like Kleken are the actual worst. ]

[ He gives the most put-upon sigh he can manage in his state, a tentacle extending to help sit him up while another slithers out to check the content of the gift basket as well, moving to swipe one of the t-shirts to assist in cleaning Kleken up. If Minos isn't going to look in his direction, then he'll just take the opportunity to have himself a grimace at the absolute mess he is. ]

I'm afraid I don't have anymore information to deal in at the moment, aside from the obvious.

[ Hey, Minos can’t help it if his inner monster is cooler than your inner monster— ]

It does appear as though you’ve gathered more intelligence on me than our captors.

[ He finally turns around to face Kleken, hopefully at the worst possible time— ]

[ If by worst time, you mean while Kleken has his knees propped up and absently running his finger over his own mess pooled on his stomach while a tentacle or two are pressed up against his entrance and delicately trying to clean up the mess there, then yes. This is the worst time, because those tentacles are debating whether they need to enter Kleken to finish cleaning him up and Kleken himself is letting his hind brains take charge of the literal clean up process while he focuses on recovery. ]

Yes, though I doubt there will be much market for this information.

[ …And then Minos has to quickly glance away, because his hind brain is getting dangerously drawn to Kleken’s nethers.

The bastard was putting on a show on purpose, wasn’t he? Minos can believe it, anyway. ]

There’s no reason to go that far. I have your intel, too.

[ And he’s very tempted to take a picture with his Watch, but he does have concerns about the security of this thing. ]

[ Minos has no proof that Kleken was putting on a show, even if he absolutely was just in case the man turned to look at him. Bear witness to your crimes, butler. ]

[ With no private bathroom as far as he could see, the soft hitch of his voice for a moment is incredibly suggestive of the route he's decided to take to get clean. Can he keep turned away now? ]

Do you plan to profit from me in such a way?

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