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Espresso was not a religious person. Such a fact was common knowledge to those who’d spent even a few minutes around him. He’d scoff at the notion of divinity, for he knew that everything that happened in the world had a science behind it. There were no miracles, only coincidences. He had seen and been through too much to believe in any God above, only ever stepping foot in the church due to social obligations.
Madeleine, however, was an entirely different story. He and Espresso were opposites in that regard, as they are with many other things. The knight had been attending church since he was a boy, and is often seen shrouded in divine light. He had been raised with religious beliefs, and his actions reflect that.
Most of them.
Espresso was not a religious person, but even he knew this was sacrilegious. He stared dead ahead at the crowd, his lips pressed into a thin line and hands clenched at his sides. He paid no mind to the speech the priest was giving, each and every word flying over him head. All he could focus on was the faint buzzing in his cunt.
It was a stupid idea, to go along with Madeleine’s twisted idea. His mind had been clouded with lust at the time, and Espresso could hardly think as the knight worked the toy inside of him, kissing him and playing with his clit just minutes before the ceremony. But before the mage could finish, Madeleine stopped. He left him panting on the verge of orgasm, his sopping wet cunt on full display. The knight flashed the remote in his hand with a devious smile. A threat. A promise .
A promise he made good on, as Espresso felt the toy inside of him buzz to life. It was light, and though it initially caught him off guard, he could easily ignore it.
He glanced to Madeleine, noting the smug smirk on the knight’s stupidly pretty face. His hand was in his pocket, a seemingly casual gesture to most, but Espresso knew better. Espresso knew, as he felt the vibrations increase, that Madeleine was going to do all in his power to sabotage him.
Belatedly, he realizes the priest had stopped talking. All eyes are on him. For a minute, he fears the worst. He fears that they saw through him and his cool façade. For a minute, he forgets he was to deliver a speech.
Espresso steps to the mic, his posture stiff and legs clenched together, and clears his throat. With one last glance toward Madeleine, who refuses to meet his eye, he begins his speech. It starts without a hitch, and he allows himself to relax. He loses himself in his own words, telling the audience of people who don’t care about the results on his expedition and what he learned about the Light Fragments.
And then he stutters, his breath catching in his throat as Madeleine increases the intensity of the toy. Such an imperfection of speech is all but unheard of from Espresso, the mage usually so eloquent, and though he quickly recovers there are still a few raised eyebrows. His words are now rushed as he finishes his speech and quickly as he can, for the sooner he finishes, the sooner he can.. Well, finish.
With a final curtsy, the crowd erupts in applause, and the mage is ever so appreciative of the loud noise to cover up the obscene sound that spilled from his lips as Madeleine increased the vibrations right as he had bowed. He steps back, now standing next to Madeleine, as the priest gives them their awards. The ceremony is over, and not a moment too soon. Espresso’s fairly certain the only thing keeping him from bucking over is Madeleine’s hand on his waist.
What happens after they leave is a bit of a blur, as Madeleine whisks him away to a private room in the church. The door is locked, and Espresso watches as a button is pressed to increase his torment, Madeleine no longer bothering to hide it in his pocket. He gasps as the knight pushes him against the wall, claiming his lips with a bruising kiss.
Espresso can’t help but whimper as Madeleine runs his hands over his body, peppering kisses along his neck. His legs wobble when the knight rubs over his crotch, pressing right over his sensitive clit. Madeleine chuckles lowly in the crook of his neck, and for the first time in his life, Espresso sends a prayer to the heavens.
“Look at you..” His lover and tormentor murmurs in his ear as he rubs over Espresso’s sopping wet underwear, his hand having slipped into the mage’s pants. He rubs lightly over his clit, not giving enough stimulation to get him off, but enough to leave him gasping and begging for more. “If only you could have seen yourself, your cheeks flushed and eyes clouded with desire.” Espresso bites his lip to keep himself quiet, his legs involuntarily spreading as Madeleine continues to tease him. “And my, that noise you made.. It’s almost as though you wanted everyone to know of what a whore you are.”
Espresso’s cheeks flush darker than they already were. Though degrading in nature, the words send shivers down his spine, a tight knot forming in his guts. He doesn’t even realize he had closed his eyes until Madeleine tilts his chin up towards him and whispers, “Open your eyes, love.” And he does. Gods above, he listens and looks up at Madeleine and his stupidly handsome face, his gorgeous eyes clouded with lust. “Tell me what you want.”
And oh, how those words always ignite something in Espresso. In the past, he may have tried to get what he wanted without using his words, but he knows that the knight won’t give him what he wants unless he begs. And beg he does, words falling from his lips with a shameful amount of desperation. “ Please ,” He pleads, secretly loving the way Madeleine’s eyes darken. “Please, Madeleine, just fuck me already.”
It’s all the permission Madeleine needs before he’s pulling down his pants and underwear, his fingers swiftly entering Espresso with an embarrassing squelch. He tries to undo his shirt as he fingers the mage, but it’s rather hard to do with one hand. Espresso takes pity on him and undoes his shirt buttons.
The first time Madeleine had seen him naked, he stared for what felt like hours at his body, taking in every detail, every curve. He had mapped every inch of his body with his fingers and his lips, memorizing every feature and every flaw. He looks at him now with the same kind of desire, the same sense of awe. The same love.
He fondles his small breasts as he fingers Espresso, the mage’s own hands working at Madeleine’s belt and buckle. He growls lowly as he feels his fingers wrap around his length, leaning forward to rest his forehead on the wall by Espresso’s head as he strokes him off.
He allows himself to indulge in his own pleasure for a few moments before he stops Espresso, his fingers grabbing the toy and pulling it out. It’s covered in his juices, and Madeleine can’t help but lick it off. He loves the taste of Espresso, loves what he’s able to do to him. Loves how easy it is to make him come undone in his hands.
He sets the toy down and lifts Espresso up, his legs wrapping around Madeleine’s waist and arms around his neck. He lines himself up, and with only a glance to make sure Espresso’s ready, he swiftly slides inside of his tight cunt. The act is made much easier thanks to how wet he is. Madeleine groans and rests his forehead against Espresso’s, allowing the coffee mage a moment to adjust before he starts moving.
Though he starts off slow, it doesn’t take long before he’s pistoning into Espresso’s wet heat. Driven mad by desire and the encouraging sounds of the man beneath him, it wouldn’t take too long for him to reach his climax. Espresso’s nails dig into his skin as he’s pounded relentlessly, each thrust bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. He reaches his peak with a gasp, his legs quivering and pussy clenching around Madeleine as he fucks him through his orgasm.
Madeleine finishes moments after, Espresso all but milking him dry as he cums inside of him. He holds him there for a few minutes, pressed so deeply inside of him, before bringing them both to the ground. Espresso’s too exhausted to care as he’s lain on the ground, Madeleine still seated deep inside of him. He stares blankly at the ceiling as he pants, letting out the occasional groan as Madeleine slowly rocks into him.
Madeleine had realized when he had entered Espresso that he had forgotten to bring any condoms, but he was in too deep (heh) to care. Even now, as he remains buried in his lover’s warm cunt, he can’t bring himself to care. He always had wanted kids, and if this is how they are conceived… Well, so be it.