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Titolo: the beginner
Fandom: Free!
Personaggi: Rin/Sousuke, Sousuke/Nagisa, Sousuke/Makoto, hint di Rin/Haruka, Rin/un po' tutti lbr
Genere: erotico-ish??
Avvertimenti: pwp, in inglese, Splash Free!AU, lime, age difference, underage (tutto consensuale).
Parole: 1500
Note: per la prima settimana delle Badwrong Weeks @![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
maridichallenge 8) meno male che la ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
picavasnormandy ha tirato fuori un prompt che mi ispirava, sennò cominciavo le BW male XDDD
"Your Majesty, did you call for me?" The man with teal eyes murmurs while lowering on one knee in front of him. His body is wide, muscly, it suggests that he walked and worked for a long time in the desert before being part of his court. Actually, Rin remembers choosing him from a group of servants of his kingdom, but the memory has faded in the middle of all those things a Sultan has to care for. His piercing eyes suggest a strength that is not only part of his body, but that is inside as well, and that is precisely what the Sultan Matsuoka, who just exited his prepubescent years, wants. A big, strong man to teach him the ropes of pleasure, to touch him, because one day he will need to mate with a woman and he has been told he needs to learn how to do it. And yet, the Council probably expected him to practice on women. But Rin knows what he wants, and he wants a wide back to cling onto, wild lips to bite on, and every time he thinks about it he touches himself under his luxurious silk sheets, in unbearably hot nights.
He lifts his eyebrow, his chin up, and his cheek ends up resting on his hand, posing relaxed, idly twirling a strand of crimson hair around his finger.
"Yes," he replies, not at all looking like someone who is asking for a favor. His eyes, of almost the same color as his hair, light up with mischief before wandering around the room, with a lazy gesture of his hand communicating to all the guards to leave. "Bring the others here," he commands to them before having them close the door.
"See, I needed someone just like you."
"Did you... Your Majesty?" The man, twenty-four years old if his informant was right, replies glancing up at him.
Rin hums, with a little smirk. "Yes. You see, the Council expects me to produce an heir when I will be of age. I need you to teach me how to bed someone."
He sees perfectly the confusion in the man's eyes.
"But... I'm a man," he replies, surprised.
"Yes. So? Nobody said I can't choose to do it with someone I want to do it with," the little Sultan retorts with a wider smirk, showing off his sharp teeth and passing his tongue on his lips. "What's your name?"
"Yamazaki... Sousuke," the man on his knees mutters, more and more confused. Why this kid asked for him specifically, it escapes his mind.
"Mh. Sousuke. Ah," Rin hums, watching the door in front of him open again, and a few other men slipping in, men who seem to be less confused than Sousuke about why they're there. They are silent, and they sit on the valuable carpet looking up at the young Sultan. "There they are," he purrs, smiling. Sousuke looks at them, turning his head around while he kneels down more comfortably. They all seem to be older than him, some are of age, other aren't, some of them are big and brawny, others are lean and with sinuous bodies, a wide array of beauty all at the Sultan's service.
"These are the men living in my court. They serve in my palace, and satisfy me in bed," Rin continues, gesturing at them.
Sousuke looks at them with his face flushing.
"I'm... to be one of them?" He asks, more and more confused. There are a couple of those men - or, in those cases, boys - that he seems to appreciate best, both are small and young but look like their personalities are opposites.
"That is my proposal. Otherwise you can just go back in the desert and work eleven hours a day," Rin replies, looking at his nails. "But if I were you, I would not let this opportunity go. I treat my boys well, don't I?" He continues, glancing at them.
They all nod, silently, to which he smiles.
"You can talk, you know. Ai, tell him something about how things are here," he adds, looking at a boy with light hair and a beauty mark on his cheek.
"A-ah, yes, Matsuoka-sama... um, I-I'm very comfortable, I must say. We eat the same food as Your Majesty, and... sleep in similar beds, and we are virtually as rich as Matsuoka-sama," the boy replies promptly, with his cheeks turning redder and redder. "It's... a good chance for anyone."
Rin seems pleased. His eyes droop gently as his hands move in the air, requesting the boy who just spoke to stand up and approach him. He dives his fingers through the soft mop of hair, and pulls him in for a slow, lazy kiss. They both moan softly on each other's lips, and despite Aiichirou being older, he feels pleasantly dominated when one of the Sultan's hands trail down his body, and crimson eyes devour it satisfied by the softness and purity of his skin. And then they turn to the newly arrived man, simpering. He doesn't need to ask to know what Rin wants. He wants him.
"So what is your answer, Sousuke?"
Sousuke sits, frowning, while considering it. The Sultan is no doubt a rebel, he thinks. Any other would have turned to women to learn how to be bedded, and yet a part of him suggests him that it is only an excuse. After all, the young Sultan is in his teen years, he has urges and wants and he remembers that age when looking at beautiful bodies made his own burst in dirty, sweaty and overwhelming sensations, when touching a woman or a man that he appreciated made his heart pump blood down to his groin so fast that he had had to apologize plenty of times for the hardness in his trousers.
He values hard work. But he does not like the work he does every day under the burning sun. He is kind, and he would never sell himself because of his own looks. And yet, the Sultan's eyes are magic. He does believe that. They are sharp, and intoxicating, and they pierce right through him. He has heard about demons, and that boy must be one. It must be true magic, because when he opens his mouth to ask more questions, what comes out of it is, "yes."
And the Sultan's red eyes light up with his dark pupils widening, his red tongue wets his own red lips, and he nods with a red, crooked smile. He hums, then, staring right at him.
"Nagisa, start it then," he orders, and right then the second small boy, the other one Sousuke has put his eyes on, slips his arms around him, with a cheeky whisper, "welcome, Sou-chan," before tugging gently on his ear with his small, lustful mouth. A shivers runs down his spine, while the blond boy's hands travel down, around his chest, and then steal his vest away from him with little kisses peppering his shoulder. He must be not older than fifteen, and yet he seems to be so delicate and tempting. Like a plump strawberry to bite into.
And then, another man kneel in front of him, with green, sweet apple eyes scanning Sousuke's body, a gentle smile on his lips as he tugs Sousuke's trousers down. Nagisa and Aiichirou, one on each side of him, then, quietly push him down, with different yet equally sweet smiles, and his back and shoulders lean on soft cushions which seem to have appeared from nowhere...
Just one young male the same age as the redhead hasn't moved from his position. He just stares at the Sultan with a colorless expression, but his eyes seem cold. Sousuke doesn't see him, too lost in the twist of bodies stripping him off of his clothes, distributing kisses and touches on his big gorgeous body. He simply sits there, staring at Rin with disappointment, or anger, or maybe jealousy. The other looks at him with a little smile, which then fades. He gives back the other a melancholic little look as well, before turning his eyes to Sousuke, filling up with lust again. He lets his own long vest fall to the floor, revealing a body too young and unripe to believe he is already engaging in sexual practices, and yet as soon as the crowd of bodies and arms lets him, he sits on Sousuke's lap, grinning.
"Are you ready for my lesson, Sousuke?"
The new arrived, with his body tingling and blood rushing everywhere, cannot stop himself from thrusting up with his waist. His thoughts are chaotic, and he believes the other boys possess magic too, because he cannot push back when the young Sultan brings one of his big hands to his own mouth, sucking on a couple of his fingers, and then leans forward whispering, "let's play."
Somehow, Sousuke is convinced that this has nothing to do with preparing to have a child.
Fandom: Free!
Personaggi: Rin/Sousuke, Sousuke/Nagisa, Sousuke/Makoto, hint di Rin/Haruka, Rin/un po' tutti lbr
Genere: erotico-ish??
Avvertimenti: pwp, in inglese, Splash Free!AU, lime, age difference, underage (tutto consensuale).
Parole: 1500
Note: per la prima settimana delle Badwrong Weeks @
maridichallenge 8) meno male che la picavasnormandy ha tirato fuori un prompt che mi ispirava, sennò cominciavo le BW male XDDD"Your Majesty, did you call for me?" The man with teal eyes murmurs while lowering on one knee in front of him. His body is wide, muscly, it suggests that he walked and worked for a long time in the desert before being part of his court. Actually, Rin remembers choosing him from a group of servants of his kingdom, but the memory has faded in the middle of all those things a Sultan has to care for. His piercing eyes suggest a strength that is not only part of his body, but that is inside as well, and that is precisely what the Sultan Matsuoka, who just exited his prepubescent years, wants. A big, strong man to teach him the ropes of pleasure, to touch him, because one day he will need to mate with a woman and he has been told he needs to learn how to do it. And yet, the Council probably expected him to practice on women. But Rin knows what he wants, and he wants a wide back to cling onto, wild lips to bite on, and every time he thinks about it he touches himself under his luxurious silk sheets, in unbearably hot nights.
He lifts his eyebrow, his chin up, and his cheek ends up resting on his hand, posing relaxed, idly twirling a strand of crimson hair around his finger.
"Yes," he replies, not at all looking like someone who is asking for a favor. His eyes, of almost the same color as his hair, light up with mischief before wandering around the room, with a lazy gesture of his hand communicating to all the guards to leave. "Bring the others here," he commands to them before having them close the door.
"See, I needed someone just like you."
"Did you... Your Majesty?" The man, twenty-four years old if his informant was right, replies glancing up at him.
Rin hums, with a little smirk. "Yes. You see, the Council expects me to produce an heir when I will be of age. I need you to teach me how to bed someone."
He sees perfectly the confusion in the man's eyes.
"But... I'm a man," he replies, surprised.
"Yes. So? Nobody said I can't choose to do it with someone I want to do it with," the little Sultan retorts with a wider smirk, showing off his sharp teeth and passing his tongue on his lips. "What's your name?"
"Yamazaki... Sousuke," the man on his knees mutters, more and more confused. Why this kid asked for him specifically, it escapes his mind.
"Mh. Sousuke. Ah," Rin hums, watching the door in front of him open again, and a few other men slipping in, men who seem to be less confused than Sousuke about why they're there. They are silent, and they sit on the valuable carpet looking up at the young Sultan. "There they are," he purrs, smiling. Sousuke looks at them, turning his head around while he kneels down more comfortably. They all seem to be older than him, some are of age, other aren't, some of them are big and brawny, others are lean and with sinuous bodies, a wide array of beauty all at the Sultan's service.
"These are the men living in my court. They serve in my palace, and satisfy me in bed," Rin continues, gesturing at them.
Sousuke looks at them with his face flushing.
"I'm... to be one of them?" He asks, more and more confused. There are a couple of those men - or, in those cases, boys - that he seems to appreciate best, both are small and young but look like their personalities are opposites.
"That is my proposal. Otherwise you can just go back in the desert and work eleven hours a day," Rin replies, looking at his nails. "But if I were you, I would not let this opportunity go. I treat my boys well, don't I?" He continues, glancing at them.
They all nod, silently, to which he smiles.
"You can talk, you know. Ai, tell him something about how things are here," he adds, looking at a boy with light hair and a beauty mark on his cheek.
"A-ah, yes, Matsuoka-sama... um, I-I'm very comfortable, I must say. We eat the same food as Your Majesty, and... sleep in similar beds, and we are virtually as rich as Matsuoka-sama," the boy replies promptly, with his cheeks turning redder and redder. "It's... a good chance for anyone."
Rin seems pleased. His eyes droop gently as his hands move in the air, requesting the boy who just spoke to stand up and approach him. He dives his fingers through the soft mop of hair, and pulls him in for a slow, lazy kiss. They both moan softly on each other's lips, and despite Aiichirou being older, he feels pleasantly dominated when one of the Sultan's hands trail down his body, and crimson eyes devour it satisfied by the softness and purity of his skin. And then they turn to the newly arrived man, simpering. He doesn't need to ask to know what Rin wants. He wants him.
"So what is your answer, Sousuke?"
Sousuke sits, frowning, while considering it. The Sultan is no doubt a rebel, he thinks. Any other would have turned to women to learn how to be bedded, and yet a part of him suggests him that it is only an excuse. After all, the young Sultan is in his teen years, he has urges and wants and he remembers that age when looking at beautiful bodies made his own burst in dirty, sweaty and overwhelming sensations, when touching a woman or a man that he appreciated made his heart pump blood down to his groin so fast that he had had to apologize plenty of times for the hardness in his trousers.
He values hard work. But he does not like the work he does every day under the burning sun. He is kind, and he would never sell himself because of his own looks. And yet, the Sultan's eyes are magic. He does believe that. They are sharp, and intoxicating, and they pierce right through him. He has heard about demons, and that boy must be one. It must be true magic, because when he opens his mouth to ask more questions, what comes out of it is, "yes."
And the Sultan's red eyes light up with his dark pupils widening, his red tongue wets his own red lips, and he nods with a red, crooked smile. He hums, then, staring right at him.
"Nagisa, start it then," he orders, and right then the second small boy, the other one Sousuke has put his eyes on, slips his arms around him, with a cheeky whisper, "welcome, Sou-chan," before tugging gently on his ear with his small, lustful mouth. A shivers runs down his spine, while the blond boy's hands travel down, around his chest, and then steal his vest away from him with little kisses peppering his shoulder. He must be not older than fifteen, and yet he seems to be so delicate and tempting. Like a plump strawberry to bite into.
And then, another man kneel in front of him, with green, sweet apple eyes scanning Sousuke's body, a gentle smile on his lips as he tugs Sousuke's trousers down. Nagisa and Aiichirou, one on each side of him, then, quietly push him down, with different yet equally sweet smiles, and his back and shoulders lean on soft cushions which seem to have appeared from nowhere...
Just one young male the same age as the redhead hasn't moved from his position. He just stares at the Sultan with a colorless expression, but his eyes seem cold. Sousuke doesn't see him, too lost in the twist of bodies stripping him off of his clothes, distributing kisses and touches on his big gorgeous body. He simply sits there, staring at Rin with disappointment, or anger, or maybe jealousy. The other looks at him with a little smile, which then fades. He gives back the other a melancholic little look as well, before turning his eyes to Sousuke, filling up with lust again. He lets his own long vest fall to the floor, revealing a body too young and unripe to believe he is already engaging in sexual practices, and yet as soon as the crowd of bodies and arms lets him, he sits on Sousuke's lap, grinning.
"Are you ready for my lesson, Sousuke?"
The new arrived, with his body tingling and blood rushing everywhere, cannot stop himself from thrusting up with his waist. His thoughts are chaotic, and he believes the other boys possess magic too, because he cannot push back when the young Sultan brings one of his big hands to his own mouth, sucking on a couple of his fingers, and then leans forward whispering, "let's play."
Somehow, Sousuke is convinced that this has nothing to do with preparing to have a child.
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