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iniquiticitytime travel, tovo/ludvic
It had been a _very_ long time since Tovo had felt so strong and he was _not_ going to waste it. He had something of a feeling that his husband was giving him all sort of mad last goodbyes. As if such a thing like death would seperate them!
Not a matter to consider now. Instead Tovo relished the whipcord muscles of his arms and the clear sight of his eyes and the easy springiness of his knees-hips-ankles. He could stand so tall! He hair was so dark and lush!
It had been a _very_ long time since Tovo had felt so strong and he was _not_ going to waste it. He was thinking about all of the Kip's Emperor's guards, for one. There had been a great number of them and each one of them had been the sort of delicacy _fit_ for a big man himself. The real question was not of course if, but how many. Kip would not recognize him, not like this. Kip would not even know what he was up to. There was no one in the world who thought _less_ with his cock than Kip.
The one in charge was the most beautiful. He made Tovo's mouth water, all that dark skin, great round muscles, lines and lines of flesh. He was the sort of spectacular statue that one had dreams about. Tovo _did_ have dreams about him. Tovo had seen the way his massive hands, round fingers, closed around his spear. He had seen those muscled calves. He had seen those powerful pectorals with those dark nipples. That _neck_. Oh, he would ask his husband if he could take a shape like that sometime. It was good, honestly, that the leopard skin kept him from seeing the guard captain's back, for he was (unlike other people) only mortal, ad a mortal could go blind from looking at something too sublime. He had a feeling the guard captain's back might have been divine and Tovo knew something about divine sights.
A little bird told him the one in charge - _Ludvic, Commander Omo_ (Omo? What an interesting family name!) - had bar in the city. It was cramped in here but Tovo was not going to waste it.
Even sitting next to Ludvic Omo made his body tingle. Oh, up closer he was an even more revelatory sight. He gleamed in the dim light and Tovo could see old scars and he wanted to trace all of them with his mouth.
"Hello," Ludvic said to him, not recognizing him.
"Hello. You might be one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen," he said, at least his husband had kept his Shaian sounding not to strange, "Are you doing anything tonight?"
Ludvic's eyebrow lifted. Tovo was about to settle with his hand and his imagination and this up-front look at those biceps and the sight of his throat disappearing into his shirt but then Ludvic said, "Usually yes. But not tonight."
"May I pleasure you?" Kip would have been so _terribly_ embarrassed at his directness, but it was important to not care about what Kip wanted at a time like this.
Ludvic considered him in silence for several long moments. Yes, it was true that Kip did not make stupid friends, but Ludvic clearly carried within him some great wisdom and judgment, and also Tovo could not have cared less about what was between his ears at that moment. "Yes," Ludvic said, "Lead on."
His room appeared itself in one of the inns, as Tovo knew it would if he went there. Ludvic stripped out of his clothes in an almost Kip-like business manner and sat, naked, on Tovo's bed. Tovo stared, licked his lips, and wiped the drool out of the corner of his mouth. He knelt on the floor - oh, he could just kneel without pain, he could stand back up again, his body would not break at the thought! - and he put worshipped every muscle in those powerful legs and that dark, strong, perfect cock. Hot seed spattered his face and he licked it from his mouth, from his cheeks, from his fingers.
He ran his hands over that panting chest, over heaving panes of skin, his tongue tasting sweat. It was rather rewarding to have a body's hunger to match his mind's desires. Ludvic's powerful hands stroked down his body, and then without any effort at all - Tovo thought his body might burst from the heat alone - Ludvic hefted him onto the bed, so that Ludvic could lay down and Tovo remained on top of him. Oh, he would pleasure this divine icon of a man. Oh, he would wait until Ludvic was hard again, take him inside his body, let him sink so deep. His body could handle such things in this moment and that was not at all going to go waste.
It had been a _very_ long time since Tovo had felt so strong and he was _not_ going to waste it. He had something of a feeling that his husband was giving him all sort of mad last goodbyes. As if such a thing like death would seperate them!
Not a matter to consider now. Instead Tovo relished the whipcord muscles of his arms and the clear sight of his eyes and the easy springiness of his knees-hips-ankles. He could stand so tall! He hair was so dark and lush!
It had been a _very_ long time since Tovo had felt so strong and he was _not_ going to waste it. He was thinking about all of the Kip's Emperor's guards, for one. There had been a great number of them and each one of them had been the sort of delicacy _fit_ for a big man himself. The real question was not of course if, but how many. Kip would not recognize him, not like this. Kip would not even know what he was up to. There was no one in the world who thought _less_ with his cock than Kip.
The one in charge was the most beautiful. He made Tovo's mouth water, all that dark skin, great round muscles, lines and lines of flesh. He was the sort of spectacular statue that one had dreams about. Tovo _did_ have dreams about him. Tovo had seen the way his massive hands, round fingers, closed around his spear. He had seen those muscled calves. He had seen those powerful pectorals with those dark nipples. That _neck_. Oh, he would ask his husband if he could take a shape like that sometime. It was good, honestly, that the leopard skin kept him from seeing the guard captain's back, for he was (unlike other people) only mortal, ad a mortal could go blind from looking at something too sublime. He had a feeling the guard captain's back might have been divine and Tovo knew something about divine sights.
A little bird told him the one in charge - _Ludvic, Commander Omo_ (Omo? What an interesting family name!) - had bar in the city. It was cramped in here but Tovo was not going to waste it.
Even sitting next to Ludvic Omo made his body tingle. Oh, up closer he was an even more revelatory sight. He gleamed in the dim light and Tovo could see old scars and he wanted to trace all of them with his mouth.
"Hello," Ludvic said to him, not recognizing him.
"Hello. You might be one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen," he said, at least his husband had kept his Shaian sounding not to strange, "Are you doing anything tonight?"
Ludvic's eyebrow lifted. Tovo was about to settle with his hand and his imagination and this up-front look at those biceps and the sight of his throat disappearing into his shirt but then Ludvic said, "Usually yes. But not tonight."
"May I pleasure you?" Kip would have been so _terribly_ embarrassed at his directness, but it was important to not care about what Kip wanted at a time like this.
Ludvic considered him in silence for several long moments. Yes, it was true that Kip did not make stupid friends, but Ludvic clearly carried within him some great wisdom and judgment, and also Tovo could not have cared less about what was between his ears at that moment. "Yes," Ludvic said, "Lead on."
His room appeared itself in one of the inns, as Tovo knew it would if he went there. Ludvic stripped out of his clothes in an almost Kip-like business manner and sat, naked, on Tovo's bed. Tovo stared, licked his lips, and wiped the drool out of the corner of his mouth. He knelt on the floor - oh, he could just kneel without pain, he could stand back up again, his body would not break at the thought! - and he put worshipped every muscle in those powerful legs and that dark, strong, perfect cock. Hot seed spattered his face and he licked it from his mouth, from his cheeks, from his fingers.
He ran his hands over that panting chest, over heaving panes of skin, his tongue tasting sweat. It was rather rewarding to have a body's hunger to match his mind's desires. Ludvic's powerful hands stroked down his body, and then without any effort at all - Tovo thought his body might burst from the heat alone - Ludvic hefted him onto the bed, so that Ludvic could lay down and Tovo remained on top of him. Oh, he would pleasure this divine icon of a man. Oh, he would wait until Ludvic was hard again, take him inside his body, let him sink so deep. His body could handle such things in this moment and that was not at all going to go waste.