How’d I end up here?
His hands are rough on Aphelios’s body, scarred and calloused. So strong. So heavy. Aphelios gasps lightly as his nipples are pinched and twisted, sending chills of excitement down his spine. He cannot speak, but noises escape him - moans and trembling breaths as his back arches and his fingers clutch desperately at the sheets on the bed. Some assassin I am.
Sett, the Boss, looms over him, a strong figure, certainly. He has that goddamned smirk on his face, that pleased one, knowing he’s in control. It’s frustratingly sexy. “You thought you could assassinate me?” Sett chuckles, a low rumble in his chest that makes Aphelios tremble. “A shrimp like you?”
Shrimp? Irritation flares in Aphelios’s chest. He pushes against him, but it’s rather futile. Sure, Aphelios is lithe and agile and adept at various weapons, but he’s terrible when it comes to physical strength. Drinking the poison for his faith has weakened him so. Sett seems even more amused at his attempts to push him away.
“I’ve heard of you,” Sett says with a smirk. “The mute assassin of Targon. You have a kill record that precedes you. I didn’t expect to meet you here in my bedroom, though.”
He was a threat, that’s why. Various Lunari had been captured and fell in this monster’s fight pits, and he had to be eliminated, as simple as that. What Aphelios hadn’t expected, however, was Sett being awake when he came to slit his throat, and being thrown over the man’s shoulder to be pressed beneath him, a rather embarrassing position on Aphelios’s part. Alune seems distant, out of reach, almost, as Sett’s mere presence severed their connection. Sett grins at him now, running his hand on Aphelios’s chest, pushing up his shirt.
“You’re kind of a twink, aren't you?” Sett says, lowly.
Aphelios’s cheeks flush deeply. Sure, he’s been teased before, but in this position, he can’t help but feel even more embarrassed. What has this situation turned into? He can expect to be punished for getting caught like this, but what is this?
“If you were put in the Pits I’d pity you,” Sett continues softly, scratching his fingernails against Aphelios’s chest lightly. “I wouldn’t want to see such a pretty face ruined.”
What are you going to do to me? Aphelios desperately wishes that he could speak, protest, beg even - but all he can do is whimper and hope that his captor understands his expression.
The moon is but a sliver in the night sky as Sett binds Aphelios’s hands above his head, restraining him. “I would normally kill anyone who thinks that they can kill me,” he murmurs in Aphelios’s ear. “It’s just my job as the Boss. I have a reputation to uphold, you know. But you’re making such cute noises…”
Aphelios pushes at him with his legs but Sett sits on him, admiring the view. “You look good like this. So delicate. You have such light skin - I suppose it’s because you never get any sun, right?”
Aphelios looks away, not daring to look into those intelligent eyes. Get off of me. Get off. Get off. Get off. Get off. He strains against the ropes holding him, which makes Sett chuckle again, and begins pulling off Aphelios’s pants with a somewhat devilish look on his face. “Don’t I look good too? So many want me, and so many never get the chance. You’re a lucky one, Aphelios.”
He’d be lying if he said Sett wasn’t good looking. But now, with the man he was supposed to assassinate…
Sett pinches his nipples, drawing Aphelios’s attention back to him with a gasp. “Look at me when I’m speaking,” he says, commandingly. “Most don’t dare look away.”
The tufted ears poking out his head are cocked back slightly, and Sett’s face is slightly flushed as he grins down at Aphelios. His hands are so rough, so calloused. With one hand he removes the furred coat and tosses it aside, leaving his upper body exposed, the scars scratching up his skin pale in the moonlight. The Boss. Yeah, that nickname fits well. His shoulder and chest are broad, his biceps and forearms bulging with muscle. Physically and psychology strong. You’d have to be to run a place like this.
“Do you like what you see? You’re getting hard, Mr. Assassin…”
Red flushes to Aphelios’s cheeks. He can’t help it! Anyone in this position would feel that way...right?
“Ah! You’re embarrassed now.” Sett pulls Aphelios’s pants fully down, the boy struggling slightly, but not fully resisting him. When his boxers are pulled down, revealing his hard member, Aphelios begins to blush more fervently. He’s not that big, but Sett takes him in his hand and begins stroking him up and down, sending thrills down his spine. Why is his body reacting this way? Sett’s rough hands feel so good on his cock, massaging it, making clear liquid come out of the tip.
“Look at you! Leaking precum so shamelessly. It’s almost like you wanted this outcome!” Sett is grinning, stroking him more and more vigorously. Aphelios arches, gasping, trembling, thrashing against his restraints. It feels good. It feels good. Too good. It’s different from touching himself.
“Have you been with a woman before? With a man?” Sett leans forward, pressing his face into Aphelios’s neck, running his tongue along it. Aphelios shudders and gasps, nodding weakly. Once before, with a Lunari woman. But he just couldn't find himself enjoying it, and found it weird, considering his sister is a woman too, and constantly lingers in his mind. Vaginas just...weren’t very pleasing to him.
“Oh, so you have?” Sett pulls back, his eyes wide. “And here you are acting like a little virgin below me. Have you done it with a man?”
Aphelios shakes his head, biting his lip. He had thought about it, but had never acted upon it before. It was embarrassing to think about doing, even though men and women alike approached him, offering themselves to the legendary Lunari assassin. And, besides one woman, he turned them all down. Alune wouldn’t approve of him doing such frivolous things when he has his faith to uphold. But, now, he doesn’t really want this situation to end, as embarrassing as it is.
“So you are still a virgin down here…” Sett places a finger on his asshole, making the boy tremble beneath him. “Is that right?”
Aphelios doesn’t bother to answer that question. His reaction is obvious enough. Sett’s hand wrapped firmly around his cock, hasn’t stopped moving, either. Up and down, up and down, smearing sticky precum all along his shaft and lubricating it further. That feels good. His breath begins to come out in shallow gasps.
“Let me loosen you down here, I’d love to fill up that tight asshole myself. Open your mouth.”
Aphelios obliges, parting his lips and sticking out his tongue, making Sett whistle lowly as he places his index finger into Aphelios’s mouth. “Trying to get on my good side after trying to assassinate me? You think being sexy will convince me?”
It’s worth a shot. Aphelios closes his lips around Sett’s finger, wrapping his tongue around it, bobbing his head up and down (somewhat suggestively) as he sucks on it, getting it coated in his saliva. Sett whistles again, pulling his finger out of the boy’s mouth with a pop.
“You’re right, that was fucking sexy.” Sett’s wet finger presses against Aphelios’s ass, making the boy gasp aloud. He begins to push into it, forcing the tight ring of muscle aside, widening it, stretching it out. “I’m normally not gentle, but I’ll take my time with you. You look so delicate I think I may break you if I’m not careful.”
It certainly feels strange to be fingered, uncomfortable, almost. But paired with the sensation of getting his cock stroked by such a strong man makes it more than bearable - nearly pleasurable. Sett leans forward again, kissing his neck, licking the warm skin with his wet tongue, the man’s breath growing heady and lustful. Ah, that feels good. Aphelios tilts his head, giving him full access to his neck, possibly the most vulnerable position he could be in, and Sett takes advantage of it, licking and sucking and kissing as if his life depends on it.
“You even smell good,” Sett murmurs softly. “And your skin is so light, I want to bruise it up…”
Aphelios is getting looser as Sett massages his ass, and already he’s beginning to feel pressure building inside, craving release. Sett’s lips move now, going down to his chest and finding his nipples, pale pink - almost white - in the moonlight, and he begins toying with them, sucking on them, licking them so sexily. Aphelios can’t help but moan, no words, of course, but an impassioned sound that makes Sett’s fur stand on end. His ears stand straight up, his own face warm with lust, and he dives in with more passion, biting into Aphelios’s chest till the boy cries out aloud, sucking deep purple bruises into his skin. Another finger pushes into his hole, widening him, thrusting and pushing deeper than Aphelios thought was possible.
“You about to burst?” Sett murmurs with a grin. “Your cock is so hard it must hurt.”
It does. Aphelios groans aloud, pushing his hips into Sett’s hand, trying to get him to stroke faster - anything! - to get closer to climax. His toes are curled and his legs wrap around Sett’s waist, urging him to go further without saying it out loud.
“What? You want my cock already? Needy boy, aren’t you?” Sett removes his fingers and releases Aphelios’s member, which stands straight up, twitching in desire. “I want your cute ass, that’s for sure.”
Those rough hands spread his legs, revealing him, leaving him exposed. They curl around his thighs, widening his hole, making it gape like an invitation. “I’m going in,” Sett says. “I’m going to fuck you till you see those stars you damn Lunari love so much.”
Sett undoes his belt, letting his pants fall to his knees, pulling out his cock, bigger than Aphelios’s, and wider as well - crowned with a bush of feathery red pubic hair. Aphelios’s breath catches just looking at it. He guides his cock against Aphelios’s hole, pressing against it, slowly pushing forward. It can’t fit, can it? His muscle strains against Sett’s member, widening slightly, stretching further out. Sett begins thrusting, grasping Aphelios’s hips as he forces himself in, going deeper and deeper with every thrust. It’s going in. It’s going in. So far he feels only the sensation of pressure and stretching, and then -
White blinds Aphelios’s vision for a moment and he cries out in pain, the bed frame shaking as he pulls his arms toward himself, tears in his eyes. What happened? It felt as if something gave away, shredded, almost.
“I’m in,” Sett murmurs in his ear. “Your virgin ass is so tight, Aphelios.”
He’s inside? With the pain, he didn’t notice the fact, but now he feels it - the sense of being full, of being strained to contain this man’s girth.
“I tore you a bit getting in, but what’s sex without a little pain, eh?” His grip on the boy’s hips tighten slightly and his grin is somewhat sadistic. “It’s going to hurt while I break you in, but it’ll feel good, I promise. I can’t be patient anymore.”
And then Sett begins moving his hips again. At first it’s agony - that large cock scraping against the tear with every thrust - and Aphelios’s cries echo against the walls of the room, noise he would seldom make when on the battlefield, let alone when being fucked. The bed shakes as his pace picks up and soon the pain turns into something else, enjoyment, maybe, and Sett’s eyes gleam like a magpie’s in the dim light. Pain, pleasure, melting…
“Ah!” Aphelios moans aloud, his hands straining against the restraints, his legs sprawling in the air, his back arching as he takes it. Sett! It feels good, it feels so good, it hurts but the sensation of being pounded and dominated is so good…
“Fuck,” Sett snarls, his ears are crooked back, his nails are digging into Aphelios’s hips to the point where it begins stinging as his skin is pierced. “I haven’t had a good fuck in such a long time, and the way you’re looking at me is so sexy…”
He’s thrusting harder now, an erotic slapping sound as their bodies connect. Embarrassingly, Aphelios’s precum soaking their groins, and suddenly the stubborn muscle within loosens and Sett slides even deeper, sending a wave of immeasurable pleasure through Aphelios’s body as he hits something inside. Aphelios gasps out a moan and Sett chuckles, wiping his bangs off of his sweaty forehead.
“Finally found your weak spot,” he murmurs with a grin. “Now the fun really begins.”