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Laurent pushes Damen back down onto the bed, straddling the man's hips. Damen grunts as he rocks his hips up into the blond's, hands coming to rest on his waist.

Laurent allows it for a while, indulging in the sinful bump and grind of their arousal. He leans down to envelop Damen's lip in a feverish kiss, letting the Akielon lick into his mouth as they exchange hot puffs of air. He almost doesn't want to pull away, but he needs air to live and ride the hell out of the man beneath him so he sits back and begins to tediously undo the criminal amount of laces on his shirt. 

Until Damen removes a small dagger from his chiton and cuts it off of Laurent's body.

Laurent gapes at him. Speechless— a rare look on the blond. The laces dangled limply on either side, cut cleanly through the middle. Damen pays no mind to the forceful brain reboot Laurent is actively going through as he cuts through the other side, then the back. He tugs wordlessly at the bottom of Laurent's blouse, but the unspoken, impatient words are clear. Take it off. Now.

Laurent silently removes the tattered clothing. Even if the slaves had re-laced the entire thing, the blond doubts it would be wearable. Damen flings the offending piece of cloth to the floor on the other side of the room, immediately going for Laurent's pants next. He's already a step ahead, with his trousers and undergarments halfway down his thighs before Damen can tear those to shreds too.

Free of the confines of his outerwear, Laurent kneels over Damen's hips once more. The man's chiton had been pulled to the side, erection free and dripping with evidence of his arousal. It curves, and Laurent almost smiles at the mere thought of having it inside him again. Holding the cock still, Laurent reaches back and spreads his ass open, sinking down a quarter of the way. He bites his lip, hissing as the stretch almost got to be too much. He loves how fat that man’s penis is. Damen's hands on his hips ground him, pulling him down onto the brunet's obscene length until his balls rest against Laurent's taint.

They don't pause to adjust. Laurent has been riding horses religiously after six months had passed since his fourth birthday. His body is lithe, but is also agile and strong. The stamina and leg strength needed for years of riding horses and competing is no joke. Laurent splays his hands on the man's abdomen, rocking his hips slowly. Damen spanks one side of his ass before gripping it tightly, gently encouraging Laurent to get on with it. It tears a gasp from the blond prince's throat, which he quickly silences with a hand. 

Damen's hands slide up to Laurent's waist when he finally starts to ride him like he means it. The slap of his balls against Laurent's taint fills the room as they pant into the air, Damen thrusting up as Laurent drops down. It punches a pitched moan from Laurent's mouth, head thrown back. His hands circle Damen’s wrists, clinging to them as he rides like his livelihood depends on making the Akielon finish inside him. Damen grinds upwards on Laurent’s downstroke, messing up his rhythm as pleasure overtakes his nervous system.

With Laurent stunned, Damen takes the opportunity to flip their positions, slamming the blond into the bed and thrusting without missing a beat. Laurent chokes on a moan, clinging to his shoulders and digging his nails in, trying to ground himself. Damen growls, leaning down and biting into the space where Laurent’s neck meets his shoulders. He licks at the sweat gathering there, biting down harder. Laurent shrieks, clawing at Damen’s shoulder, trying to pull him off by his hair— but once Damen latches on it’s hard to make him let go. Damen stretches him out, carving a place for himself deep inside of Laurent’s body. It’s beginning to drive the prince mad.

Damen finally lets go and Laurent almost sighs out a moan of relief when Damen grabs under his knees and pushes them up to his chest, effectively folding his body in half. He absolutely screams when Damen fucks back in. Tears flow freely now, streaming down splotchy pink cheeks as his body shakes. Damen slams into him over and over again, shoving him further and further up the bed with each buck of his hips. He leans over Laurent, almost crushing him with his body weight as he nails the man’s prostate over and over with sickening precision. Laurent feels as though he might die.

Damen bites gently at his earlobe— a stark contrast to the way his hips piston in and out of Laurent’s damn near numb lower half— whispering these filthy, sweet nothings into the blond’s ear. It makes Laurent’s flush worsen, pink deepening into red, and he shoves Damen’s head away. It doesn’t deter him, the brunet simply leaving Laurent’s legs over his shoulders and pinning his wrists to the bed with both hands. Laurent thrashes, trying to get away— or fuck back onto him, really, he doesn’t know at this point— and almost headbutts Damen in the nose.

Damen holds him down as he murmurs more depraved things into his ears, mixing them in with kisses peppered all along the column of his neck. The blond tries to fight back again but it just ends up with more slaps to his already sore, purpling ass. Laurent cries as he just gives up, lets Damen use him like a toy. He’s so hard it hurts, and with Damen’s hands on his wrists he can’t even reach down to get himself off quicker. Soon, he was begging Damen to just touch him, just a little bit so he could find release. Damen ignores him, because he knows Laurent won’t need that to finish. He cums on the Exalted’s cock or not at all.

Laurent is choking on his whimpers when it finally happens. He gasps as his vision whites out, cum oozing from his cock and pooling on his pale tummy. His rim clenches and unclenched as Damen fucks him through it, trying to bring Damen to completion as well. Laurent’s hips jerk with the ending aftershocks of his orgasm, full on sobs shaking his frame. He cries Damen’s name and a plethora of expletives when Damen doesn’t slow down despite his pitiful pleas. Damen fucks him through another orgasm in record time, uncaring. The man is still hard, and he doesn’t appear to be close to stopping any time soon.

Curse Akielon men and their endless stamina— Laurent screams when Damen pulls out and flips him over without a care, pushing back in seconds after Laurent’s stomach hits the ruined silk sheets. Damen fists a hand into blond hair, pulling Laurent’s face up from the pillow as he fucks into the bratty prince from behind. Another orgasm wracks his frame, dry and agonizing.

Laurent doesn’t even have the energy to moan anymore, just waiting for Damen to finally cum inside of him so they can sleep. For now, he whimpers and writhes in the bed of his prince.