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Utter devotion.
He knelt in front of where his lord, his lover, is sitting, looking as beautiful as the deity who blessed him. Aphrodite, the goddess of love, may have had beauty to rival ten thousand women, but it was not to her that Ethan would swear his fealty. He said his prayers of devotion to her, prayed for her blessings and her favor, and laid offerings at her alter. For Aphrodite, for Athena, and for Hermes he prayed.
Privately, he would put all of that aside for the man above him. A hand on his head, stroking through his hair with long, dexterous fingers, while the other held the gold and silver goblet into which Ethan had poured wine a few minutes ago. His strong calves, going down to his slender ankles and feet, were smooth and golden tanned, at the end of them trimmed toenails that were painted a rare, coveted shade of blue that Ethan had chosen for him when he applied the paint. His lover usually had red. The blue was more regal.
It was also the color that Christian said reminded him of Ethan.
He hadn’t said anything when Ethan applied it, hadn’t rebuked Ethan for the obvious mark on him. Had only smiled at him knowingly, leaning back like a big, satisfied cat as Ethan showed his devotion by pouring service into the upkeep of his body.
Ethan had always known he would have a life destined for service. To the gods, to the temple, to whatever master or lord should hire him into their house. He had expected a detached kindness; he was good enough at his work that he could choose who would take him on, and he would never have let himself be taken on by someone who would abuse him.
He had never expected to be taken on by someone that he would grow to love.
“So there she found those high and might gallants,” Ethan read aloud. “Just then they were amusing themselves with a game of draughts in the front of the door, sitting on the skins of the cattle which they had killed themselves; and their orderlies and servants were all busy, some mixing wine and water in great bowls, some wiping up the tables with oozing sponges and laying the dishes, some serving the meat, and there was plenty of it.”
Christian hummed above him, and Ethan heard the goblet being set down. He could feel the interruption coming, but he kept reading, as had been requested.
“Telemachos saw the visitor long before the others. He was a fine looking boy; and he sat there among the intruders in deep distress, with his heart full of his noble father. He wondered if…”
He stopped, tilting his head up as the hand that had gone from his hair to his chin lifted it. He looked up at Christian, wondering at all if this wasn’t Eros, golden and lovely and in the flesh. He smiled down at Ethan, his shimmering hazel eyes half lidded and dripping like molten honey.
“I love hearing the sound of your voice,” he said, lifting Ethan’s head even closer to him, “but how about a different form of entertainment?”
Ethan swallowed as he gazed up at the man, who reached his hand down from his chin to rest against his throat.
“What kind of entertainment were you thinking of, my lord?” Ethan asked, even though he already knew the answer. His member also already responding to Christian’s request.
“Take me to bed,” said Christian, his hand tightening around Ethan’s throat before pulling back, putting his hands onto Ethan’s and slipping the parchment out of his fingers. Ethan stood up, bringing Christian’s hands to his mouth and kissing them, keeping his eyes on Christian as he looked at Ethan with silky delight, before letting go of his hands and scooping him up under his shoulders and legs. He carried him into the inner chambers, past the thin curtain that the servants had hung for the warm summer months, and laid him down gently on his bed.
(Their bed, Christian had told him. Ethan was not in a position to disagree with him.)
He slipped the thin summer robe off of Christian, making sure his hands brushed slowly against the bare skin while he kept his gaze locked onto him. Christian looked back, not making a move to help remove his clothing, his gaze both satisfied and hungry as he looked back at Ethan with sultry hooded eyes. Ethan removed the thin cotton pants that only covered Christian’s private area, and the half hard cock sprung out, already leaking slightly. Ethan palmed it, and Christian arched up into the motion, moaning in delight.
“How do you want me, my lord?” asked Ethan.
“Take me,” said Christian, languidly batting Ethan’s hand off of his member. “Like this, I don’t want to have to do any of the work.”
“Would you like me to pleasure you with my mouth before—”
“Perhaps later. Take your clothes off and fuck me until I cum.”
Ethan held back a moan at the lewd language. “Shall I stretch you before—”
“Damn it, man – we laid together this morning, I do not need it,” said Christian, suddenly growing sharp.
“Apologies,” said Ethan, holding back the chuckle he knew Christian could see in his eyes. Christian raised an eyebrow. “I simply want to please you.”
“What pleases me now,” said Christian, “is the thought of how I will punish you for not yet being inside of me.”
Ethan did chuckle at that as he took off his own, simpler robe. “Of course,” he said, “my lord can punish me however he sees fit.”
He crawled over Christian, grabbed a pillow to prop his hips up with, and slid slowly into his hole.
It felt tight, but it was still loose from when Ethan had taken it this morning. The two of them moaned in tandem as Ethan sunk deeper in. He hung his head and panted into the hot space between them. Christian reached his hands up to his nipples, tweaking them hard, and Ethan bucked his hips with a shout.
“I am going to play with these,” said Christian, “until you make me cum.”
Ethan nodded his head. He was used to be Christian’s plaything.
The man more than made up for it, in no wise stingy about any pleasure Ethan would receive.
“But,” Christian continued, smiling wickedly, “you are not allowed to release before I do.”
Ethan glanced back up at him. “What will be the punishment if I cannot manage that?”
“You’ll have to find out, won’t you,” said Christian, and twisted Ethan’s nipples again. Ethan let out a small cry.
“Can I move – now?”
“Go ahead, my Love,” said Ethan, and Ethan began to move.
It was hard, in a delicious way. Commands came his way; harder, softer, faster, slower, all while his cock was encased by the hot, delicious heat of his lover, and his nipples were being flicked and pinched. Ethan had never known, before Christian, how much pleasure he could find in a little bit of pain. He had heard of men and women who took pleasure in being flogged, when done specifically for their experience of pleasure. Ethan wasn’t sure that he would enjoy that, but the sting of pain when his chest was squeezed and pinched or when his thighs or buttocks were hit.
“Faster,” said Christian, and Ethan moaned, trying not to fall into the vat of pleasure that was calling for him to tumble over. Christian looked up at Ethan with those honey eyes, smirking at up at him. “You’re not going to tap out yet, hmm? I haven’t even spent yet.”
Ethan drove into him faster. Christian let one hand fall from his chest and reached down to begin stroking himself in time to Ethan’s thrusts.
It felt like forever until Christian began moaning, falling apart under Ethan and his own hand. The finish line in sight, Ethan focused his thrusts into that sweet spot that Christian had. His lover keened, pressing up into Ethan as his other hand dropped from Ethan’s chest, where it had been idly playing with Ethan’s right nipple. He stroked himself to completion, before finishing all over himself and Ethan, moaning loudly as he did.
Ethan panted, fucking him through the aftershocks before pulling out. His cock sprung up, rock hard.
“Mm, that was good,” said Christian, shivering before falling lax against the bed. “Look at how well you did, my lover.”
Ethan kept his hands away from his member, watching in slight envy the way Christian’s drooped in satisfaction, sticky with excess cum. “May I…”
“Clean me, first,” said Christian, and Ethan obediently got off the bed to go get a basin of water and a cloth. He returned, wringing out the cloth and wiping Christian’s spend off of him, gently, with every ounce of devotion he felt for the man. When he finished, he went to wipe off himself, but Christian grabbed his wrist.
“No,” he said, “leave it for a moment. Put the basin and cloth to the side, and come back onto the bed.”
Ethan put the basin onto the floor next to the bed, before climbing back on it. Christian raised his foot, elegant, his painted toes pressing against Ethan’s hard flesh.
“I would like to see you debased,” said Christian, as if Ethan already wasn’t. “Take my spend and make yourself cum with it. But, not until I say.”
He put his foot down, and Ethan collected from the spend that was dripping down his chest. He moaned as he accidently brushed his nipple, which had been aggravated by Christian’s torture of them. It did not get passed Christian’s notice.
“Oh, did you like that?” he asked. “Why don’t you give your nipples some attention, too?”
Ethan flicked one, holding eye contact with Christian as he did it. Christian looked satiated, content in simply watching Ethan as he slowly teased himself back to that edge.
“Please,” he gasped out, and Christian just looked at him. “Please—”
“Yes,” said Christian, and Ethan’s hips jerked, and then he was releasing all over himself, pleasure crawling quickly throughout his body and whiting out his vision for a second. He fell on his hands and knees, panting as he came down from his high of pleasure.
“Here,” said Christian, and he was moving away from where he had been laying, getting off the bed. “Lay down, my Love.”
Ethan laid down, remembering to move onto his back so that less of the cum would dirty the bedsheets. He closed his eyes, then cracked one open to look at where Christian was wiping off the spend on his body.
“I can do that, Christian,” he murmured. Christian smiled at him.
“Let me take care of my lover,” he said. The cool, wet cloth felt good against Ethan’s skin.
“I was the one who took you.”
“Shh,” said Christian, “listen to your lord.”
So, Ethan did.
“I should strip the bedsheets,” he murmured as Christian crawled over him and into his arms.
“I’ll have a servant do it later,” Christian answered. “Let us rest for a while.”
A nap did sound nice.
Devotion to Christian was an easy thing.