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Patroclus hardly ever got jealous, at least in a romantic sense, this can be said for all of his romantic and sexual partners. He allowed them to be open with others if they desired, usually, this was reciprocated allowing him to also indulge in other partners.
Achilles was different, much different. When he had a partner he demanded all their attention while in that relationship. He was quick to jealousy and had a possessiveness about him. It was rare that Achilles' jealousy would result in blood being spilt, most of the time he released his emotions by intimacy.
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It began with a conversation among generals in the tent, unsurprisingly when more wine was introduced the topics turned explicit.
“Diomedes is it true your wife Aegiale has lovers other than you?” Greater Ajax slurred at the other warrior in a more curious than mocking voice.
Diomedes in response winced, nearly spilling his wine on the table. He curtly nodded before sculling the rest of his wine before speaking.
“Yes she does, not to worry though it’s an agreement we have. I can bed any woman or man I want and she has permission to do the same” A loopy smile was spread across his face as it flushed pink with alcohol and embarrassment.
“Is there no jealousy in your relationship?” Patroclus asked, this was the first time he’s heard of such an arrangement outside of his own experience. Achilles sat next to him, arm practically around his waist in a comfortable embrace.
“Oh gods no, it wouldn't work so well if there was jealousy whether expressed or not.” he poured himself more wine before speaking again.
“How about you Odysseus? Do you also have any lovers aside from your wife?” Diomedes asked eyebrows raised as he sipped his drink.
“No, I could never do such a thing to Penelope. I love her with all my being and we are committed to each other in body and soul.” The king spoke sappily, everyone looked at him with sympathy knowing he longed to go back to his kingdom of Ithaca and return to his wife and son.
Then came a long-winded argument about marriage, infidelity and experiences with lovers. Almost everyone joined in, Achilles himself made a reference to the marriage he himself was forced into. Patroclus meanwhile was silently indulging in his wine amused at the depravity that was released among the other men.
Then something Lesser Ajax said after his loud explicit boosting.
“What about you then Patroclus? Being the son of a god you must’ve had plenty of lovers” everyone including the son of Monetius himself fell silent, Achilles grip on Patroclus’ hip tightened slightly.
“I have had my own experiences, why would it be of interest to you Ajax the Lesser?” Patroclus spoke eloquently, staring at Lesser Ajax blankly.
“Everyone here has divulged in their own intimate relationships, you however haven't done so. Leaving me curious. Perhaps you have no experience to speak of?” A large grin spread across the prideful man's face.
“Would you like me to tell you my experience as if it was godly scripture? Would that satisfy your wanton need for intimate information?” Patroclus spoke with a still and annoyed tone. His gaze hardened to a glare.
“Yes please do, Patroclus” Lesser Ajax drank from his glass and stared expectantly as did the rest of the men in the tent. Achilles however seemed tense as opposed to intrigued. Sure he knew deep down that his companion has had other lovers aside from him but he couldn't help the feelings of envy growing in his chest.
“Fine, my first experience of a sexual relationship was when I was becoming a man, it was with Clysonymus, one of my boyhood friends. In this relationship I was free to bed overs as he did-” Patroclus began only to be interrupted mid-speech.
“Don't be stingy with it now Patroclus tell us everything bit of detail” Lesser Ajax pestered.
“It was an explorative relationship, we spent countless hours exploring each other's bodies and what made each other feel good. It was exciting and everything was new to us. We weren’t romantically attached and were simply messing around. I don’t regret what we did together despite how embarrassing our first attempts at sexual intimacy were” Patroclus smiled faintly recounting those memories of his long-gone friend as he tried to ignore the negative feeling slipping in.
It was his fault, Clysonymus was killed by him.
Achilles, noticing the small inner turmoil inside his companion, put his feelings of jealousy aside to console him with affection.
“Is that all? A long-gone boyhood companion? How boring” The lesser man complained.
“Of course not I have more to tell,” Patroclus himself smirked, “I’ve had other experiences with women and men, meaningless relationships but I doubt you’d care about the lack of romance in my accounts.”
“The less the better in my opinion” At this point, the rest of the tent was quiet and enjoying the two men squabbling.
Patroclus began describing multiple interactions he had, almost every detail fell from his lips. When he started speaking Lesser Ajax shut his mouth and blushed violently.
Achilles meanwhile was burning with rage at what he was hearing and witnessing. His lover spoke of such intimate acts he’s had in the past. He felt such jealousy over others who saw Patroclus in the way he does, the faces he makes, the noises, everything.
The grip on his companion’s hip tightened before it slowly moved to the other man's thigh, seconds felt like hours. Despite how jealousy clawed at his chest Achilles also felt the familiar warmth of arousal that pooled inside him, images of his lover's face washed in pleasure entered his mind.
Achilles’ patience broke and he quickly dismissed himself knowing that Patroclus would follow him. He started walking to his and his companions' tent and glared half-heartedly at his manhood that laid between his legs half erect and heavy.
“Achilles, it was raver rude of you to leave so abruptly. You didn't even finish your wine” Patroclus had a humorous look in his eyes and tone.
After a few moments of walking
“I didn’t particularly fancy listening to you parade your past companions as if they mean anything present-day” Achilles growled.
Patroclus would’ve responded with a retort (Lesser Ajax did ask for previous sexual experience specifically) but he was stopped as his mouth became preoccupied.
Achilles' lips meet Patroclus’ in a rough kiss. Despite the suddenness of the kiss Patroclus was responsive immediately. Eagerly kissing back and hooking his arms around his neck. As it deepened it was clear who was dominant in this scenario and Patroclus was willing to give up control for tonight.
They found themselves at their tent where Patroclus was shoved onto the bed they shared together. Achilles crawled onto his companion who spread his thighs to accommodate him.
Achilles was focused on marking Patroclus’ neck and collarbone with hickeys and loving bites, meanwhile, Patroclus under him was grinding his lips into Achilles both their manhoods fully erect and demanding attention. He seemingly didn't care about the wanton moans escaping him.
Possessively the blonde gripped the others hips in such a way that surely was going to leave bruises.
“Achilles, please let's undress and continue” Patroclus spoke in between groans.
“Fine I left enough marks upon your flesh so that everyone knows” Achilles huffed admiring his handiwork.
Eagerly Achilles undressed both himself and the man beneath him, he then reached for the oil. He slid one finger inside Patroclus and worked his way to two then three fingers to stretch him out properly. The tips of his finger roughly pressed against the prostate to which a moan erupted from Patroclus.
“Oh gods” Patroclus groaned, eyes fluttering.
“It’s been so long since i've prepared you and yet your body still remembers” Achilles grinned, leaving kisses on the muscular thighs in front of him.
Achilles with his free hand grabbed Patroclus’ manhood and forcefully stroked it, bringing out more moans.
After he deemed the older man ready Achilles positioned himself and quickly shoved his manhood inside him. The warm velvet walls tightened around him as the tip grazed against the prostate.
Patroclus wrapped his muscular thighs around the other man's hips which moved in a messy pattern as the sounds of sex enveloped the tent and Achilles mighty manhood thrusted inside sloppily.
Bruises were being laid upon Patroclus’ thighs and hips by Achilles' strong hands, the pain turned to pleasure raver quickly and added to the intimate act. Despite how strong the blonde was, Patroclus knew wholeheartedly that he could easily shove the other off but he didn't want to.
Grunts and heavy breathing erupted from the two men, the pleasure was building quickly, Achilles feeling himself grow close to release reached in between his lovers' legs and roughly grabbed his manhood and stroked it while he himself thrusted into him harder.
The fortunate side to being impenetrable is that Achilles' back wouldn't be covered in marks that Patroclus’ nails left when things got rough.
Achilles bit into Patroclus’ neck not enough to break the skin but hard enough to bruise. Then his seed was released inside him. After the orgasm Achilles then bought his companion to release, his seed covered Achilles hand who licked it clean instead of wiping it onto the sheets.
After a silent moment Achilles removed his manhood and watched as his seed slowly spilled out. Instinctively he cleaned his companion and himself and embraced the other man again.
“That was most enjoyable, almost worth riling you up” Patroclus smirked, eyes shining with the candlelight.
“I knew you were being so crude intentionally” Achilles huffed, all the jealous feelings inside him had escaped him.
They gazed at each other lovingly, they both cared about each other much more than anyone else in their lives.
The night ended as it usually did with intimate kisses and eventually falling asleep together whilst cuddling.