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Never in a million years did Sinbad think he would wind up in this situation.
Originally he ventured back to Parthevia alongside his mentor - and king of Balbadd - Rashid Saluja as a way to see how things were going in the kingdom due to what Serendine, Drakon, and Judar had told him. Rather than a kingdom in a state of utter disarray like he'd been expecting, he was met with an orderly and well-off kingdom. The center of it all? The eldest Dragul brother. Having formed a democracy, Barbarossa had been able to stabilize the crumbling society of Parthevia. No one went hungry or was without work, all was peaceful and it surprised the young man.
Sinbad had originally set off to help with his home, but instead, he was here, sitting across from his newfound friend in one of the bedrooms of his villa after a long day of fishing, horseback riding, and conversing with one another. At present, Sinbad had commented on how he wanted Barbarossa to win the upcoming election, but that seemed to spur something on in the other man, and Sin couldn't quite pin if it was something he doesn't like or not.
"You're greedy, aren't you?" Barbarossa said, chuckling a bit as he looked at Sinbad. A certain look in his eyes and tone in his voice nearly made Sin's breath catch in his throat. Smiling a bit, Sinbad retorts, "I hear that a lot." Nodding, Barbarossa stood. He walked over to sit next to the purple-haired man, a small smile lacing his features. "I don't mind. That's why you're the embodiment of excellence." He tentatively grabbed Sinbad's hand, interlacing their fingers which caused the gifted young man to blush. "While I do think we really can become good friends," Barbarossa said, "I think, if the idea is to your liking, that something more could blossom."
Sinbad's eyes widened as he looked at Barbarossa. He understood what the man was suggesting, he also understood that Barbarossa was a man of his word and was certain that if Sinbad protested then the other would politely understand and back down. But Sinbad didn't want that. He didn't know why, but he wanted Barbarossa to continue.
Just as he was about to pull away, Sinbad nervously swallowed a lump in his throat before speaking. "S-Show me what you mean, then." Barbarossa paused as he looked at his companion, his grip on the man's hand tightening slightly. "You're certain?" The shorter didn't trust his voice, settling on nodding instead. At that, Barbarossa retracted his hand and gently lifted his companion, carefully setting him with his head on the pillows and his back against the plush bedding. The taller carefully placed the other's legs around his waist, one of his hands reclaiming its spot in Sinbad's. With his voice low and tender, Barbarossa leaned closer to Sinbad and spoke. "Is this okay?" His free hand lightly skimmed along the other's side, his thumb delicately tracing the muscles that he could find underneath Sinbad's sleepwear. The purple-haired man's breath caught in his throat once more as shivers ran down his spine from the feather-light touches. "Yes, yes this is good." His voice was low, almost afraid to speak any louder. Barbarossa nodded once more, "may I kiss you?" Again, he nodded rather than spoke, and in an instant, Barbarossa's lips were tenderly pressed against his own.
It wasn't long before that tender and sweet kiss slowly deepened into something needy and heated. Barbarossa had started to slip the belt off of Sinbad's robes, his hands lightly caressing the man's skin once the upper half of his clothes had been removed. Their kiss had been broken by Sinbad arching his back slightly from the touch, his breathing shaky as his brows knit together. The other chuckled softly as one of his thumbs lightly rubbed one of Sinbad's nipples. Barbarossa chuckled as he placed tender kisses along his partner's neck and collarbone, his hips grinding down onto Sinbad's.
It was odd to him. Of course, Sinbad had pleasured himself, it was only natural and he was 19 after all, but this was something completely different. This was new, unfamiliar, and incredibly appealing. Barbarossa was such a gentle and kind lover, so much so that it made the young man's heart throb. Arching his back slightly, Sinbad could feel Barbarossa's arousal grind against his own in a steady rhythm that could have easily brought his orgasm had they only done this. But something in him made him want more. "B- Barbarossa, please I- I need-", Sinbad's plea was cut off by his partner pressing his lips onto him. It wasn't a very long kiss, but it didn't matter all that much. "Of course, whatever you need from me I will provide." The green-haired man leaned back to sit on his knees, tossing his robes off of him. This allowed Sinbad a chance to stare at his partner, his eyes tracing taut muscles down to the man's well-endowed member. It was bigger than his own and before he could utter a single word, Barbarossa quickly caught his lips in a tender and gentle kiss. "We can stop here if you don't want anything more." Barbarossa's voice was so warm and gentle, it caused Sinbad's heart to twinge in fondness and he shook his head. "N-No, no it's fine. You caught me off guard is all." Nodding, Barbarossa helped sit Sinbad up, helping him slip his robes off and let the man's hair down.
While helping his partner undress, Barbarossa fished around his robes for a small vial of oil that he had snagged while on his way to their shared bedroom. Sinbad did as he was instructed to, relaxing as best he could as he held his legs while Barbarossa poured some of the oil onto his fingers. He got closer and took hold of one of the purple-haired man's hands, "tell me if it's too much, squeeze my hand if you want more." Barbarossa's tone was gentle and cautious as he lined one of his fingers up to Sinbad's entrance and he replied with a nod. The first finger slowly but surely went in and Sinbad's brows knit together from slight pain at the strange feeling. The oil helped, however, with relative ease, Barbarossa had fully sunken one of his fingers into his partner. "How's that?" He squeezed Sinbad's hand as he spoke, the man beneath him nodding as he relaxed, "I'm going to start moving it, alright?" Again, Sinbad nodded.
His movements were careful and gentle, doing all he could to get Sinbad to relax and it did eventually work when he curled his finger near a specific bundle of nerves, causing the gifted man to arch his back and let a strangled yelp out, followed by his hand letting go of his leg and covering his mouth. Barbarossa chuckled, leaning down to remove his hand and press a tender kiss to the man's face, "don't worry about the noise, dear, be as loud as you so desire." His hand slowly sped up and he added a second finger and, before long, a third. By then, Sinbad was practically putty in Barbarossa's hands, a gorgeously disheveled mess of long purple hair framing a face glazed in utter bliss. Moans were slipping from his lips and Barbarossa smiled softly. Leaning down, Barbarossa lined himself up with his partner, "am I okay to put it in?" Sinbad reached for the man's cheek as a dazed smile crossed his face. "Please do."
Chuckling at the eagerness, Barbarossa quickly put some oil onto his dick and slowly pushed in, continuously gauging how his partner felt as he did his best to be as gentle as he could. As he entered, Sinbad's brows knitted together in discomfort, tears welling in his eyes. Seeing this, Barbarossa leaned down and tenderly kissed the man's temple, he smiled, "you're incredible, you know that? You're doing so incredibly well." He placed kisses along his jaw and down his neck as he fully sheathed himself within his partner.
Sinbad adjusted to the feeling of his partner being inside him, and he was soon mewling and begging for more and Barbarossa didn't hesitate to oblige. It started slow and gentle, his hips meeting Sinbad's in rhythmic movements, but it didn't take long for the purple-haired man to start begging again. "You have such a gorgeous voice, you know that?" Barbarossa said, looking at Sinbad as he grunted softly. "I never want to stop hearing you," Barbarossa chuckled softly as he thrust into the man, "especially when you're begging for me like this." His words sent shivers down Sinbad's spine, a pleasant feeling that left him wanting more. He reached up and gently grabbed the man's face, struggling to find the right words amidst his incoherent moaning. Barbarossa smirked as one of his hands found its way to the aching need of the man beneath him, his strokes gentle but firm. "What is it, dear? What do you want?" He held a teasing tone while he stroked and fucked his partner, his eyes never leaving the man's face. "C-Come, pl- ngh! ease!"
"Please do, I want to see your handsome face glaze over as you come." Barbarossa sped up his movements, his climax drawing near.
It wasn't long before Sinbad came, and his final moan was one like music to the ears of the man above him. His name fell from Sinbad's lips as semen coated his fingers. Barbarossa groaned as he continued to fuck his partner until his end, his release coming shortly after Sinbad's and he filled the man. The green-haired man hugged his partner tightly, still inside of him. Before long, Barbarossa had pulled out and gone to fetch a towel, cleaning up a spent Sinbad. Afterward, he got into bed and pulled Sinbad into his grasp, lightly rubbing the man's lower back. "My apologies dear, I couldn't contain myself." The tired male slowly shook his head as he looked at Barbarossa with a sleepy and dopey grin on his face, "No, it was nice. Thank you Barbarossa, it was good. So incredibly good." The gifted young man nuzzled his face into his partner's chest as he drifted off to sleep.
No, never in a million years did Sinbad think he would wind up in this situation. But that was fine, he wanted to see what an ordeal like this would lead to. He hadn't expected this, but he couldn't say he didn't like what resulted.