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„Richarddd-- Uhh FUCK!”, Florian hisses out a cuss through grit teeth, slamming his controller into the pillow next to him, which in turn saved it from receiving any damage. On the other side of the blonde sat the Knight, “Richard”. If he truly was a knight was still unknown to him, as many things were concerning the mischievous man. But on that, Florian could not currently focus on. Sweat pooled on his brow. He had to focus. How was Richard able to stay so calm? His differently colored eyes stared at the screen, despite both of his hands being kept quite busy. Florian couldn’t let the other’s teasing get to his head. Re-tightening his grip, he re-focused his attention towards the big screen as well.

The two of them were currently in the living room, playing a competitive PVP game on Florian’s console. Everyone else was off to go shopping for fireworks and dinner, leaving the two men alone. The Fire Investigator would’ve never guessed that a simple bet that Richard came up with, right before everyone else left, would get him so pent-up. The atmosphere was extremely clammy from the heating, as well as the fireplace right next to them radiating a thick heat. Florian let out another groan, his face scrunching up as his focus threatened to fall once more.

Richard landed another hit at Florian in-game, making him bite his tongue and pout. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, the grip the other man had on the blonde twisted at just the right angle. “GOD! O-Oh god — Richard! Richard…” he began to whimper, almost like a dog. A small chuckle could be heard from the man Florian had called out to. With a soft smirk on his lips, Richard finally stopped and put his controller down, pausing the game. “Is there something wrong? I thought you wanted this? If I recall correctly, I even remember you calling it “an easy win”?” Drenched in sweat, Florian let out another whine, trying to lean away from the other man, who instead only came closer. The air was thick between them, their hot breaths only fueling it. “I guess I win? I didn’t even have to try. How pathetic.” And when he muttered that last sentence, Richard finally withdrew his hand from Florian’s weeping member, leaving it to throb just as the Knight described the Fire Investigator—pathetic.

“Wait—no way. Are you serious!? That’s s-so unfair!!” Richard could only roll his eyes at that. The other was starting to get on his nerves with all his childish whining. “It’s not. You agreed to the terms, did you not? So quit complaining.” Unable to pry his eye off the other, Florian gazed at the knight that somehow became even more attractive with each second that passed. Maybe it was the way he played with his hair, the way his slender fingers had wrapped around his controller—or his cock. A fang bit at his lower lip, his erection seeming to never go down no matter how much he tried to calm his senses. Bratty Richard — He just looked so fuckable, was all Florian could think of, making him even harder than before. If only the blonde knew that Richard was teasing him like that on purpose. He always found it quite amusing how, with a bit of touching and a few words, weak men like Florian were so easy to bend to his will.

Richard smiled more, leaning back close to Florian. His hand ghosted above Florian’s aching hard on, leaving him needy and wanton. Strings of whimpers spilled from the blonde’s lips as he gritted his teeth again, even beginning to drool from just how much his brain felt like it was melting. Maybe Florian really was easy. But maybe it was also because Richard had been teasing him for almost an hour into the game, tightening his two fingers around his cock whenever he was close to finishing, dragging their perverted game on for far too long. “Poor little puppy~.” The knight laughed, not in a teasing way, but in a demeaning way. He truly made Florian feel like the first was more true. “You might even cum from just me breathing on you, hm? Isn’t that funny? Imagine if Mike, Evelyn, and William saw you like this.” His words became more sharp. “Leaking, pathetic, crying for a sleeve to fuck into!” Richard couldn’t stop giggling, the situation in his favor. It was truly amusing.

“N-No AGH!! FUCKING HELL!! Y-You whore!! You’re a whore for teasing me like this!” Florian snapped back when that pale hand wrapped itself back on his dick. He dropped his controller on the ground, covering his face in shame. His hips sputtered and began to thrust into that addicting grip, making the knight smirk even more. He was so close. If Richard only stopped playing with his feelings and finally-...

And there, the hand left him again. Florian let out a broken sob, his cock spurting out copious amounts of pre-cum, the fluid leaking all the way down to his dirtied trousers. He pried his hands from his face, looking down at the stain before letting his gaze shift back to Richard. If Florian’s face wasn’t a tomato already, it really was now. He watched in perverted awe as the Knight peered back at him, slowly removing his own lower garments. “Richard,” The Fire Investigator whispered before being shushed by the other man. “I’ve been so mean to you, haven’t I?” Richard cooed, carefully and in an almost calculated sort of way, straddling the other’s lap after he was left with only his upper garments and briefs. His thighs looked so soft in the warm light next to the fireplace. The harsh TV screen lit up his back in a nice contrast as well, showing off his curves.

“Florian.” Richard forced him back to reality by grabbing his jaw in a rather painful way. Even with such small hands, he was still able to deal a lot of damage. “Y-Yes? Sorry, sorry…” But the knight only smiled. He must’ve noticed how Florian was staring at his body.

“I’ve done quite a lot for you, haven’t I?” Richard asked. Florian nodded against his hand.

“You must be soooo pent-up~.” Another nod came from the blonde.

“Why don’t you take the lead?” Without letting Florian reply, Richard pulled away his hand and raised himself back up, letting the other get a good view of his briefs. They were a nice white and soft fabric that didn’t do a good job at hiding Richard’s apparent wetness. Florian couldn’t hold back a moan, realizing that the other man wanted him just as much. Before Richard was able to remove them, the Fire Investigator finally snapped. He couldn’t take it any longer. That perverted man just played with his dick for too long! He grabbed Richard by the waist, switching their positions so that the dark-haired man lay on the couch with his backside, Florian now on top. He was panting like a dog, just as one Richard compared him to. Not only that, but he was so good at reading Florian, it was almost like he had buried himself into his soul, the core of his being. It was creepy, but that turned the blonde on even more.

“Oh my. The dog’s finally biting instead of barking.” Richard still had the balls to tease the other survivor, predicting him once again. But he didn’t care anymore, starting to even play into it. Maybe he was even starting to like it. That man still smirked at him, too. Florian was starting to feel mad, but also insanely horny. Peering down at his lower region, he found Richard’s cunt, practically begging to be touched just like Florian’s dick was. Perhaps he really did need to take the lead now.
“What’s this, huh? Got such a stupid mouth, yet you’re just dripping as much as I am.” Florian spat out with malice, rubbing a knuckle over Richard’s hardening t-dick. The latter’s smirking immediately dropped, turning into a little frown as he bit his lip. Suddenly, he went quiet for a long moment. The kind man he was, Florian waited for Richard to snap back at him, circling his thumb around the small length as he did so. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” Florian smiled, letting his fangs show. Finally, he was getting some sweet revenge.

Richard saw that as a challenge, finally opening his pouting lips to speak. “Quiet. If you want to keep indulging like the horndog you are, you better shut that filthy mouth.” Richard said with a glare, which was quick to falter when the other man wrapped his two fingers around his member and squeezed.

It was a cute size. Even for bottom growth, it was much smaller than Florian had guessed it would be. It made the blonde imagine them both as cis, comparing dicks, just for Richard to be on the obvious losing side. Florian would say he was a bit above average, mostly in thickness, if anything. Said dick was already starting to throb again as he stared down at Richard’s puffy slit, arousal quickly boiling up. The blonde slowly and carefully used the two tips of his fingers to slide Richard’s foreskin down, which made the former’s erection throb, slick gushing from below as well. “Shit, that’s cute.” Florian breathed out, with no response from Richard. The knight was covering his mouth with one hand and avoided his gaze. That gaze that used to devour his soul.

With Richard still not reacting just how Florian wanted, he decided to go a bit further. He pulled his hand away, the other one busy with leaning against the headrest of the couch to stay balanced. The sudden withdrawal made Richard look back at their groins, only to be surprised by Florian gripping his cock. “H-hey! If you don’t prepare me properly, I will make sure you can’t use that vile excuse of a penis anymore!”. Florian only laughed at Richard’s hilarious threat. He knew it was serious, but his posh-y way of using his words was too funny to ignore. “Relax, princess.” He pressed his sweaty forehead against Richard’s, sighing deeply, before pressing his length against Richard’s arousal.

The moist warmth of their genitals pressing against each other and their fluids intermingling made Richard gasp. His gaze trembled, unable to pinpoint where to look without feeling embarrassed. He quickly gave up, ultimately letting his lids drop closed and simply enjoying the ride. Florian was beginning to feel unsure of whether Richard was even into his until he felt a press of the other’s hips against himself. Florian groaned at the friction, his hips already starting to move back and forth at a steady and slow pace. “Shit, that’s good… I know you wanted this. Being taken control of… That’s what you truly always wanted, right? Acting so high and mighty in hopes of a man like me putting you in your place. Didn’t peg you to be such a little brat, Richard.”

Florian rambled on, his pace quickening. Between each thrust and each word, the blonde could make out small and quiet moans coming from the knight below him. They were really getting into this, with Richard starting to bite at and drool onto his gambeson’s collar with teary eyes and flushed cheeks. Florian, on the other hand, was groaning and panting like the dog Richard had seemingly turned him into, his dick wet from his own pre-cum and the other’s slick. It was getting hard to stop himself from just slipping inside the other man’s needy and wet hole, already gaping from how aroused the dark-haired man was.

“Come on… Tell me you want it.” Florian growled, his voice low from arousal, as he teased Richard’s entrance with the tip of his cock. Richard keeps quiet, knowing that if he were to open his mouth, only moans would spill. This irritated the other, his teasing becoming more raunchy as he spat directly down on the cunt below him, rubbing the filthy saliva around the puffy folds with his thumb. This earned him a strangled gasp from the knight, thighs trembling and muscles flexing. He was really stubborn, wasn’t he? Florian scoffed, his thumb going from smearing spit all over his cunt to rubbing and jerking at his little cock. The other man couldn’t suppress his voice any longer, crying out from the sudden pleasure.


“See… You want it!~ Fuck, you’re such a needy little slut… Remember when you were teasing me while we played games? Imagine if I was the one jerking you off… Bet you would’ve given up way sooner…” With those words, Richard moaned in a high-pitched tone that could almost be mistaken for that of a woman. The sound went straight to Florian’s dick, making it throb and poke at Richard’s hole again. And that is when the high and mighty knight finally broke.

“F-Fine!! Fine, just—put it in already—”, but that didn’t seem to be enough for Florian, who began to only smirk in response. He moved his thumb to Richard’s lips, playing with the soft skin. “Telling me what to do? How mean… How about you beg?” That question left the man utterly dumbfounded. Beg… Richard? Why would he ever beg? “Y-you're quite insane… You think I’d humiliate myself this way?” He laughed, but was abruptly made to quiver when Florian slapped his member against the other’s t-dick a few times. The action was a bit painful, but that’s exactly how Richard liked it. He moaned a few times, then bit his lip in frustration. That once pale face was quick to turn red.

As Richard looked down upon their groins pressing against one another, lust overwhelmed him. Whines left his already swollen lips before he finally wrapped his slender legs around Florian’s waist, pushing him closer and making the tip of his cock poke against his entrance again. “Use your words.” The blonde might’ve been a bit affected by that notion, but he still didn’t budge. He asked Richard to beg, not to be impatient. “Come on, princess. Are you really that useless?” Another whine came from the Knight, but no words. Florian became even more frustrated. His cock was starting to get a bit too cold. Imagining Richard’s velvety walls enveloping him was driving him insane.

The hand he was using to keep his balance against the couch moved, gripping Richard’s hair instead. With that, Richard moaned once more, eagerly letting the blonde he once teased to no end give him the payback he deserved. “Flori-” Richard whined, his dick twitching, hole gushing out slick that threatened to reach his back end. “Say it”, came from the other man, teeth snarling. Oh, those canines that shone in the warm light, their shape making Richard want to feel them in his neck.

Finally, Richard folded.

“Please! Please… Please… Fuck my- Ugh! Fuck my slutty pussy, I can’t take it anymore!” Richard cried out, lust driven and arching his back up. Creating more friction through the action, both men groaned, and Florian was finally driven over the edge as well. He was a bit surprised at how much stronger he was than Richard. Maybe he really was just a little actor playing a knight. How could he even carry that heavy sword and helmet? Perhaps the reason he never had full armor wasn’t because of the budget, but because he was weak. So weak that Florian was easily able to grab at the back of the knight’s knees and pin them to both of his sides, forcing both the other man’s front and back in the air, both glistening with slick.

“There we go, pretty boy~”, Florian cooed, getting eager to finally unload himself within Richard. His dick was agonizingly hard already and was easily pushed against Richard’s opening once more. The dark-haired man was eager to be filled and to please, wiggling his hips like a little prostitute for the other man, making Florian let out another chuckle. He couldn’t really believe this situation… Was Richard that needy to get fucked? That needy that he would throw away his pristine persona?

Without further thinking, the blonde followed his instinct one more. He didn’t even prepare Richard properly, did he? The man was by no means a virgin, and he wasn’t protesting either. It must’ve been fine. The knight seemed to enjoy a bit of pain anyway. Not wasting another second, Florian finally sunk his cock in. But even after the tip entered, he didn’t stop. He let his weight fall down upon the other man, sinking deeper and deeper until he was balls deep. Both men groaned in unison, Richard a bit lewder than Florian. The knight felt already cock-drunk with how deep his partner was lodged inside of him, kissing up right against his cervix. It was a painful kiss, but he loved it so much, even if both of his sides hurt. He wanted more.

“Sh-shit… You okay?… Y-You’re so tight!” Florian groaned, his eye glazed over with lust. It took him everything he had to not already start plowing into the skinnier man, who was shaking from who knows what. Was he hurt? Florian moaned softly, forcing his gaze to focus on the other. To his surprise, though, Richard looked in absolute heaven. His eyes were just as glazed over with lust, his mouth agape as a string of small moans escaped those swollen lips. Florian felt as though he had just triumphed over the other man, a spoiled grin spreading on his face that was mixing with his lustful expression. “Good boy…” The blonde sighed, grinding his hips softly and forcing the tip of his dick to rub against Richard’s cervix.

Being served his own medicine was something the knight could barely deal with. But this time—it turned him on, painfully so. “You’ve got to tell me when to move.” Florian mumbled, still grinding his hips. His cock was tightly hugged by Richard’s walls, but he still yearned to move harder, thrust in and out of that tight cunt, and feel the friction until he came deep inside the other. But even when they were so far in, Richard continued to be stubborn. That stupidly beautiful face pouted, as always, whenever that bratty knight didn’t want to obey. It was a simple question, asking for consent. How can this man be this childish? “You’re such a brat.” Florian groaned, pushing himself as deep as possible before using his right hand to tease Richard’s lips again.

“You’re getting on my nerves. For someone who couldn’t stop teasing me, you’re awfully quiet now… Fuck.” The blonde couldn’t stop cussing. Everything was just getting so frustrating! He was thinking of ways to truly break Richard, until the man finally spoke. “I-I am sorry…”, he let out a soft whine, moving his hands to spread the folds of his pussy apart, letting Florian push even deeper. He was on the brink of insanity now.
“Please fuck me.” The knight gasped sweetly, the tone of his voice almost hypnotizing the Fire Investigator. He was in a lustful daze, ready to do whatever Richard wanted him to, like the loyal dog he was. Richard might’ve been on the receiving end here and leaning towards being submissive— but even in that position, he still had so much control over him.

Without another word, Florian indulged in the sweet trap Richard pulled him into with his pathetic and slutty little voice. Moving his hips slowly at first, the blonde relished in the soft gasps coming from the Knight. He was holding back; it was obvious. Soon, there wouldn’t be a need for that, though. “S-So good… God.” Florian whispered breathlessly, making sure he wasn’t too hard or fast. He wanted Richard to get used to him. After all, he might’ve wanted to punish that brat, but he didn’t want to hurt him. Unless…

“ Faster.”

He wanted him to? Florian opened his eyes to look at Richard’s face, which had beautiful crimson cheeks, wet with sweat and tears. But most importantly, he looked so needy for the other. Florian bit his lip, trying not to moan pathetically at the sight, and nodded. Pushing himself as deep as possible, the blonde began to massage Richard’s insides with his thick cock, growing addicted to how the warm and wet walls clung to him like a vice grip. Not missing a beat, he began to thrust at a rather fast pace, as if to carve out a space within the dark-haired man. The Fire Investigator began to pant heavily, already so close. All the teasing Richard put him through had done a number on him. Richard, who tightened the grip he had with his legs around Florian, began to suddenly moan.

The knight let himself go, not caring about his image anymore, and instead only about the pleasure he felt deep in his loins. Each sharp thrust made him gasp before another moan filled the air, his clammy hands grabbing onto a nearby pillow for any kind of support. “Faster!!” Richard cried out frantically, growing addicted to the feeling of getting absolutely plowed by the other man. The fact he was the one to make Florian a submissive mess just moments ago only furthered the excitement in the sudden change of sexual power dynamics, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

And how could Florian say no? How could he when he was already so hypnotized by the man’s breathless and lewd moans, his sweaty body, face, and fluttering walls? He was starting to moan almost as much as Richard, burying his face in the crook of the other’s neck to bite at his collar. He groaned when the fabric restricted access to the knight’s soft skin, taking out his frustrations by moving himself as hard as he could. Afterward, he withdrew his hips, leaving only the tip teasing inside of Richard before slamming himself all the way inside, right against the knight’s cervix. The motion was so intense that at first he was worried that the other might’ve gotten hurt. But that worry was quickly left forgotten.

“Y-Yess!! Oh! H-heavens!~ Keep going!!~” Richard’s pleas that could be likened to those of a whore sent Florian over the edge of his own control. His thrusts became feral, his brain running only on the animalistic urge to fuck and breed. He quickly used one of his hands to rip down the collar of Richard’s top, exposing his frail little neck. A heartbeat passed, and his maw was already biting, sucking, and licking on the soft exposed skin, making Richard even more aroused. Even louder moans spilled from the knight as the blonde marked as much as he could, his hips snapping back and forth brutally. The scene was raunchy, the thick air filled with the smell of sex and the sound of Richard’s sopping wet cunt getting slammed into repeatedly. Their combined fluids made the noise even more filthy, with a few sickening squelching sounds adding to it.

But neither of them cared. If anything, Florian defiling such a royal knight was only making him harder. He was really nearing his own climax, Richard’s walls tightening and clamming down on his dick with each bite mark he added to his neck. The blonde was in a frenzy, aiming upward to Richard’s g-spot with each brutal thrust of his hips. The poor man below him was crying from the intense pleasure, strings of moans and pleas spilling from his trembling lips. “Yes… Keep taking it, you slutty bitch!” Florian was completely out of control, unable to even filter himself anymore as demeaning words kept coming out of him. Words he would never use outside of this.

But to his luck, Richard was absolutely addicted to it, his pussy milking the Fire Investigator even more, making the blonde moan louder against his neck. “Y-you like that, huh!? Filthy whore… Who knew a prissy princess like you would love getting dicked down this much?!” Florian groaned loudly, so close to climaxing. But he wanted the Knight to do so first, completely destroy his ego. Forcing himself to hold on longer, he moved as fast as he was humanly possible. “Come on and say it. Or I won’t let you cum.” Florian threatened, drool starting to spill from his mouth and onto Richard’s neck, his lustful haze getting the better of him. But he also needed to concentrate; he needed to feel Richard cum first. He needed to so badly it was melting his brain into mush.

“I-I-... Uhh! AH!~ Please-… Please! I-I am a… A filthy whore. I need you to put me in my place!!~” Richard babbled out, to the best of his ability. Just like the other, his brain was only filled by the sweet pleasure cursing through his body, making him tremble and barely letting his mouth and tongue cooperate as well. Being forced to humiliate himself drove Richard almost over the edge. “I am going to make sure everyone knows how hard I fucked your brains out. If you don’t shorten that stupid fucking costume collar in order to show off your pretty little marks, I’ll make sure you fucking regret it.” Florian whispered into Richard’s ear, who, despite his own loud moans, was able to hear it so very clearly. And that threat was the final thing that sent him over the edge.

“Yes!! I will! I will, please! Please o-own me!!--” Before Richard could beg any further, one sharp thrust made him cum right on the spot, a loud, high-pitched scream ripping out of him. With that, the blonde felt himself climax as well, burying himself as deep as possible, the tip of his dick kissing up against Richard’s cervix just like when he first entered him. The knight shuddered violently, gushing out thick amounts of ejaculate around Florian’s length, before the other man would add onto their mix of fluids as well. Florian could feel Richard’s walls clench once more due to his orgasm, only pulling him into his own further.

The blonde gripped tightly into the couch’s leather, adding scratch marks to it. He pressed himself further into Richard, forcing a groan out of the dark-haired man, before adding another few thrusts. The other man wanted to complain, his insides sore and bruised. But he was too exhausted to do so. Finally, Florian calmed down, moving his hands down to position himself so that he was lying on top of Richard. Still lodged inside the other, he wanted to make sure they stayed connected for as long as possible, hoping that the longer he did this, the more he could mark the other. Florian’s possessiveness was making Richard roll his eyes in pity, his strong arms tightly bound around his waist. “Are you done?” He asked, so nonchalantly it made Florian almost think he was gaslighted into believing he had sex just now.

“Ah-- Uh… Mmh… No.” He smiled at Richard, showing off his fangs, before burying his face in the soft fabrics of the other’s gambeson. The atmosphere had calmed down, the only sound left being the crackling of fire near them and their heavy breaths. Richard wiped the sweat off his forehead before running the hand through Florian’s blonde locks. The man smiled with his eyes closed in response, and suddenly everything seemed to feel just like it should, even when Richard was forced to feel the blonde softening inside of him, making him shudder.

Suddenly, both men heard a key unlocking the front door of the living room.

Too late for them to react, the door opened, and a feminine voice, Evelyn, announced, “We’re home!”

Richard’s face dropped, his once flushed face turning into that of utter humiliation and terror.