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Aglovale isn’t quite sure how exactly he ended up in their current.. arrangement with Siegfried, so to say. 

Admittedly, Siegfried had always been easy on the eyes; the man’s handsome and rugged looks combined with the body built out of strong muscles was not missed by the King of Wales even back in the day. But as Siegfried had been a knight in the service of another country, Aglovale expected nothing to ever happen between them– customary greetings in the conferences they both attended, at most. 

But so had not been the case, and both in good and bad, their paths had crossed with each other more often than Aglovale ever thought they would. The relationship they shared had certainly not been a straightforward one either, not with Siegfried first being Aglovale’s enemy in his ruined plans involving the Otherworld and later Aglovale’s efforts in subduing the rampage Siegfried was about to unwillingly induce.

Yet against Aglovale’s expectations, the two men started to find company in each other. As Siegfried wasn’t a knight anymore and he was free to roam wherever he wanted, he had started to find his way to Wales’ Castle more and more often. Their polite talks relaxed with time, the discussions beginning to branch off to more mundane topics ever more frequently. And with time, Aglovale found himself starting to truly enjoy the Dragonslayer’s company. He would clear more time on his schedule whenever Siegfried dropped for a visit.

And as their companionship filled with ease, the air surrounding them slowly started to fill with something else. Aglovale found himself admiring Siegfried’s figure more often than not, and he could feel the other man’s eyes following himself as well. There were times when their gazes lingered on the bob of the other’s throat, or on their lips, when they had no real reason to. 

The casual touches came first: a pat on the shoulder, hand on the other’s arm to get their attention, and sometimes, daringly, a brush of finger against their skin as they moved a wayward strand of hair aside. Getting a taste like that, Aglovale found himself starting to hunger for even more.

The first time they fell into bed with each other had been.. not an accident, but an uncharacteristic moment of impulsiveness, certainly. Not that Aglovale had minded– not with the way pleasure rushed through him throughout the night, feeling overwhelmed and filled to the brim with Siegfried’s undivided attention and passion. 

They had not agreed to do this again, but had neither considered this a mistake– and so, a few months after their first tryst, Aglovale found company from the Dragonslayer in his bed once again. 

It became an irregularly regular thing; they met pleasure both in each other’s presence and bodies whenever the opportunity came. They never specified this thing going on between them; never gave it a label. It was not agreed to be anything exclusive, yet neither seeked the company of others. 

If Aglovale does not acknowledge the feelings that are slowly growing within him, they need not to be addressed either. He won’t acknowledge Siegfried’s tender gazes and fond smiles directed at him either. Right now they’re in this unmarked territory, and Aglovale is content to stay there. There they don’t need to think about how a courtship between them would work, if they could have a future together. He would much rather have this undefined something that they have as opposed to having nothing at all.

As of now, it’s been a few months since Siegfried’s last visit. Aglovale will not admit to missing Siegfried but.. his returned presence in the Wales’ Castle is something that brings comfort to him, after not seeing the man for so long. 

But comfort is not the only thing that Siegfried brings with him, and Aglovale is eager to get them back into his bedchambers after diligently waiting for him. He rushes through necessary niceties and when he deems it appropriate enough, he nods to Siegfried to follow him.

And it seems he was not the only one desiring, as the first thing Siegfried does when they get inside Aglovale’s chambers is push him against the closed door and capture his lips with his own. 

The kiss they share is slow and appreciating– and while on some occasion it would be just perfect, right now Aglovale hungers for more. He pries Siegfried’s lips open, biting on the man’s lower lip and pulling on it, and with the hand pressed against his chest Aglovale can feel the pleased rumble Siegfried lets out. 

He slips his tongue inside Siegfried’s mouth, eager to taste and explore it after months of them having been apart. Siegfried responds wonderfully, letting Aglovale set the pace for their makeout but not letting himself totally submit either– he pushes back with his tongue, just as keen on tasting Aglovale as well. 

Gently pushing Siegfried backwards, Aglovale guides them to his bed, hurriedly climbing on top of the other man as he falls onto the soft mattress. He wastes no time trying to act coy as he unashamedly grinds his bottom against the hardness that Siegfried is already sporting on. Siegfried lets out a hiss of pleasure and grips Aglovale’s hips tightly, no doubt forming fingerprint-shaped bruises come morning. 

It’s just what Aglovale wants. 

With the help of Siegfried’s hands guiding him, he starts to properly grind down against him, adding more and more pressure with each press of his hips. Not long after Siegfried is already painfully hard, his breath leaving his lungs in short gasps. Aglovale prides himself in being able to reduce the mighty Dragonslayer to such a state in such simple actions. 

“Aglovale,” the man under him moans, his voice deep and raspy. He’s trying to sit up, to reach for the hem of Aglovale’s shirt and tug it off of him, but Aglovale stops him with a firm hand on his chest, pushing him back down. 

“No,” he says, his tone commanding. Taking a hold of Siegfried’s hands, he pins them above his head and traps him there. “You will stay right where I want you to stay.”

The shiver that passes through Siegfried doesn’t go unnoticed. A feeling not much different from smugness rises in Aglovale.

He goes to lean more into Siegfried’s face, his long blond strands falling down and forming a curtain around them. The former knight tries to raise his head to lock lips with Aglovale once again, eager for another kiss, but Aglovale tilts his head away. He continues forward right next to Siegfried’s ear, hot breath ghosting over it. 

“Tonight I shall take my pleasure from you as I see fit.”

Trapped under him, Aglovale can feel Siegfried’s dick twitch at his words and his hands still in Aglovale’s grasp jerk a bit. He doesn’t quite moan out loud at that– no, the louder one of the two has always been Aglovale, during the nights where passion and hunger take him completely over and steal the careful restraint he usually has of himself– but the sharp intake of breath tells Aglovale all he needs to know. 

It’s not often when Aglovale acts as dominant as now, usually letting Siegfried do most of the work. He prefers to be in control of the situation with his words and instructions rather than by physical means.

But judging by Siegfried’s reactions, this kind of approach is quite the welcome one as well. Perhaps he should do this more often. After all, who would have thought that the mighty Dragonslayer would enjoy being made to submit like this?

Aglovale can feel a satisfied smile make its way on to his lips, his own dick starting to throb in his trousers. Maybe he enjoys this more than he thought he would as well. 

Softly, he graces his teeth against Siegfried’s earlobe before he bites down on it– harsher than he normally would with any other partner, but during their many past tumbles Aglovale has learned that Siegfried enjoys a bit of pain. 

The hitch in Siegfried’s intake encourages him.

Moving on from his ear, Aglovale travels the stretch of his long neck with his lips, the expanse of skin freely exposed and given for him to leave his marks. He knows he’s not one to allow Siegfried to leave marks in any place easily visible, but Siegfried has never had any such complaints himself– and so Aglovale greedily takes the opportunity, sinking his teeth in and sucking at the soft skin. 

Siegfried’s breath is getting heavier and heavier with each kiss, each bruise left behind, and he’s rutting desperately against Aglovale’s ass. “Aglovale…” he moans out softly, craning his neck to give the king even more access. 

The hands still in Aglovale’s grasp jerk occasionally, as if to test if they’d be freed but halting in their plans at the slightest resistance. Aglovale holds them in a firm grip, not letting Siegfried escape.

In the back of his mind, Aglovale is aware that should Siegfried truly wish for it, he could wrestle himself free of Aglovale’s hold. When it comes to brute strength alone, Aglovale isn’t enough of a fool to try and lie to himself to be the superior one. 

The knowledge just thrills him more, the fact that Siegfried is willingly giving himself to him like this. 

With a final bite, Aglovale raises his head from Siegfried’s collarbones, taking in the sight under him;

From what can be seen from under his shirt, Siegfried’s chest is flushed a soft red and is heaving with his breaths, and the beautiful rosy tint continues all the way up to his cheeks as well. His hair is spread out under him, and the look on Siegfried’s face cannot be described as anything but hungry, the man’s pupils dilated and focused solely on Aglovale on top of him. 

Good, Aglovale thinks. Pay attention to nothing but me for tonight.  

Letting go of Siegfried’s hands, Aglovale raises himself back up to properly sit on him. He trails his fingers on top of Siegfried’s abdomen, teasing the touch through the fabric separating them from skin-to-skin contact. When he makes it to the hem, he starts lifting it.

“Off,” he orders simply. Siegfried smiles at him and complies. 

“As Your Majesty wishes.”

The line gets a scoff out of Aglovale. Siegfried says such things only in these intimate moments shared between them– he’s not entirely sure if it’s more to thrill or to tease him.

As soon as the shirt is off Siegfried’s body, Aglovale moves so that his boots and trousers can follow suit, tugging at them almost impatiently. The sight of Siegfried naked, no matter how familiar at this point, never ceases to amaze him and make him yearn.

“I would like to see you fully as well,” Siegfried says, looking pointedly between them. “This seems hardly balanced.”

Aglovale raises an eyebrow. “And what makes you think ‘balanced’ is something you will get tonight?”

He places his hand against Siegfried’s stomach, eliciting a shiver from the other man– from the ever chilly touch of his or from anticipation, Aglovale isn’t quite sure. But well, that hardly matters. 

“I thought I had made myself clear when I said I shall be using you for my own pleasure as I will,” Aglovale says, his voice low.

Aglovale follows the bob of Siegfried’s Adam's apple with his eyes as he swallows. His cock, fully hard and red against his stomach, twitches eagerly. 

Well, he has been patient, and seeing SIegfried after such a wait has him in a good mood. Perhaps he can award him this much. 

“But I suppose removing my clothes is befitting.”

“Allow me–” 

Aglovale once again grabs Siegfried’s hands firmly before they can reach him.

“No. You will lie there, take what is offered to you and nothing more.” He gives Siegfried a hard look, caging him in with his gaze. “You will not touch me without permission. You will not touch yourself without permission.”

He releases his grip on Siegfried’s hands and tugs his shirt over his head, carelessly throwing it somewhere behind him. Siegfried’s gaze roams over his now bare chest, hungrily eating up the sight with his eyes, his hands no doubt itching to touch and explore the skin before him.

But he restrains himself as Aglovale ordered.

What was the dimmest of flames in Aglovale’s mostly icy abdomen now burns hotter, the control he has over Siegfried arousing him.

He makes a show out of removing the rest of his clothes, doing so slowly. Having Siegfried’s undivided attention on him like this is more exhilarating than Aglovale will ever admit it to be.

When both of them are naked, Aglovale pauses for a moment to think what he wants to do tonight– or more precisely, what he wants to do first. He has not waited all these months for them to only go for one round.

Fortunately he knows Siegfried’s stamina–perchance thanks to the dragon blood flowing through him–is more than enough to make him feel fully satisfied by the time they’re done.

When Aglovale had thought of this evening beforehand, he had wanted to feel Siegfried inside him, fucking him thoroughly and filling him to the brim. He still wants that, he will not lie, but…

Having Siegfried at his mercy like this gives him other ideas though. 

“Grab the oil,” he tells Siegfried. Needing no instructions as to where to find the vial, Siegfried turns to Aglovale’s nightstand and starts rummaging through it. When he finally locates the oil, he blinks at the amount of it– or the lack of it, more precisely. There’s still enough left for their tryst tonight, but it is considerably emptier than the last time Siegfried saw it.

His eyes get this teasing glint in them.

“Were you lonely without me?” He lowers his voice as he then continues: “Were you thinking of me? When you used up all this oil?”

Despite himself, Aglovale feels his cheeks heat up. He turns his head to the side, lifting his nose.

“It is not uncommon to recall one’s past experiences while pleasuring themselves.” He side-eyes Siegfried, daring him to refute his words.

“No,” Siegfried agrees. “I certainly thought of you while touching myself.”

Aglovale decides not to answer to Siegfried’s admission, fearing what feelings he might unravel should he give the confession too much thought. He goes to grab for the vial and Siegfried hands it over without complaint, only a lopsided smile on his lips. Aglovale can feel Siegfried’s gaze heavy on him as he uncorks the vial and pours liquid over his fingers, rubbing them together in an effort to warm up the oil a little– not as effective as it could be, not with his ice magic leaving this ever-lingering cold surrounding him. 

Deeming the oil warm enough, he puts the vial aside and kneels between Siegfried’s legs. He drags his eyes slowly across the man’s body, making Siegfried shudder with anticipation before making eye contact.

“Spread your legs.”

Siegfried doesn’t need to be told twice. He opens up his legs eagerly for Aglovale, bringing his hands to hold his thighs in place. Aglovale lets out an approving hum.

“It seems you are good at listening to commands, even those coming from a foreign king.” There’s a small pause before Aglovale opens his mouth again: “Tell me, did your king ever ask this of you? Did you warm his bed during the cold nights of winter? Or am I the only king who you have willingly offered yourself like this?”

Aglovale’s tone is carefully neutral, only mild curiosity bleeding through his voice. He has wondered about this for a while now, and even though the answer wouldn’t really change anything between them, he is curious to know. 

Siegfried shakes his head. “Never. King Josef and I– we never shared this sort of relationship.” He catches Aglovale’s eyes, the look in them is heavy with intent and lust and something else that Aglovale refuses to decipher. “You are the only one to have me like this.”

A wave of satisfaction and something akin to possessive pleasure rushes through him at Siegfried’s words. The satisfied pull of his lips is entirely subconscious. 

“Good,” he murmurs.

As Aglovale says this, he brings his hand down to Siegfried’s entrance and circles his oiled fingers there. A soft sigh falls from Siegfried’s lips and he tries to move his hips to meet properly with Aglovale’s touch. 

Aglovale withdraws his hand. 

“Who gave you the permission to seek your own pleasure? We are going at the pace I set.”

Siegfried swallows. “Apologies,” he says. Aglovale studies him for a few seconds before he hums and brings his hand back. 

He spends a good time just teasing the entrance, trailing his fingers over and around the rim. When he finally pushes the tip of his index finger in, Siegfried tenses minutely before relaxing with a content sigh. Aglovale wastes no time on being gentle; he knows Siegfried can take more than this, and a bit of a rough treatment just excites him. He thrusts his finger fully in with one slide, making Siegfried’s breath hitch. He moves it back and forward a few times before he pushes a second finger in.

With Aglovale scissoring and fucking him open, it doesn’t take long for Siegfried to loosen up for the third to fit in him too. When Aglovale pushes against the sensitive gland inside of him, Siegfried arches up against bed with a breathy moan falling from his open mouth, his hands gripping tightly on the sheets below him. His cock bounces against his stomach, already leaking clear precum. 

“Do not come until I say so,” Aglovale murmurs in warning. He knows that Siegfried isn’t yet close enough to do so, but the reminder that for tonight, his pleasure is dictated by Aglovale wasn’t said in vain regardless. 

Below him, Siegfried nods as he takes in heavy breaths of air. “I won’t,” he promises.

Satisfied, Aglovale continues to ram his fingers in and out of Siegfried’s hole, merciless in the pace he sets. Siegfried’s breathing starts to get more and more irregular, gasps and small groans escaping him with each push against his sweet spot. 

The sight before him is too delightful to not have a taste. Aglovale leans down to bite and suck at Siegfried’s already bruised neck, but now without the shirt in the way, he can move lower than before. He makes his way down to Siegfried’s chest, leaving marks after him until his mouth greets Siegfried’s nipple. His tongue comes out to circle the already hard nub, teasing and wetting it before Aglovale pulls back to blow some air on it. Siegfried lets out a small, pleasured hiss and juts his chest out for Aglovale. 

Aglovale spends his time teasing Siegfried’s nipples with his mouth, alternating between each nub and gently biting and sucking on them. When he first learned that Siegfried is surprisingly sensitive on his chest, he had taken advantage of it right away, reducing Siegfried to a panting mess with his mouth and fingers alone. 

He is half tempted to lavish Siegfried with the same kind of attention as of then, but he refrains; his own cock is throbbing painfully by this point, weeping for having been ignored for so long. 

Pulling back from Siegfried’s chest, Aglovale withdraws his fingers as well. He can feel Siegfried squeezing around him, trying to keep his fingers inside him. The sight of his stretched rim trying to clench around nothing makes a flare of arousal rise in Aglovale’s stomach. 

“Hand me the oil,” he orders Siegfried, who after a couple of blinks gets up on his forearms and reaches for the vial. He is about to give it to Aglovale, when Aglovale gets another idea.

“No, wait,” he says, raising his hand to stop Siegfried.

“What is it?” Siegfried asks and tilts his head. His breathing is still a bit heavier than normally, a lovely flush high on his cheeks and continuing down on his chest.

“I prepared you in order for you to take me. You know what comes next–  do your part in this as well.”

One side of Siegfried’s lips lifts up. “Of course,” he says, his voice low but obedient.

He pours some oil on his hand–too little if Aglovale were to say, but it is Siegfried who will bear the burn–and puts the vial aside. Warming up the liquid on his hand, Siegfried then reaches over to delicately wrap his fingers around Aglovale. Aglovale lets out a low moan at the first contact, and Siegfried squeezes his dick a bit tighter in response.

Siegfried moves his hand over Aglovale’s cock, spreading the oil around it. He rubs his thumb over his tip and twists his hand a bit when he gets to the top, just like he knows Aglovale to like it. Aglovale moans breathily as Siegfried handles him, his grip just on the border of being too tight but managing to stay on the side of being just right. Siegfried’s eyes are glued on his face as always when they are together like this, watching and drinking in every minute reaction and expression of pleasure visible on the king’s countenance.

“Enough,” Aglovale breathes out as his cock starts to steadily leak out precum. As good as Siegfried’s hand feels on him, he would much rather come when he is surrounded by his tight heat. Siegfried lets him go, and he doesn’t need to be told to lie back down on the bed.

Grasping Siegfried’s leg, Aglovale lifts it so that it rests on his shoulder as he starts to line himself up to Siegfried’s entrance. Aglovale takes a hold of his cock and starts to push himself inside– when the tip makes it past Siegfried’s rim, the two men groan in unison. Despite all the prepping he did earlier, Siegfried is still tight and clenching greedily down on Aglovale.

“Haah… Aglovale, please,” Siegfried pleads softly, his eyes half-lidded but not hiding the desire and lust within them. His hips make small twitches, clearly wanting to hurry along and push himself onto Aglovale’s cock, but he restrains himself. Looking at the way his hands have once again found their way to clutching at the sheet below him, Aglovale wouldn’t be surprised if the cloth eventually ends up tearing along the course of the night. 

He finds himself not to care about that. 

Aglovale had thought to take it tortuously slowly at first– teasing and edging Siegfried on until the man would be reduced to a begging mess, something that Aglovale doesn’t get to see too often. But with the man acting so compliant under him and his own desire burning up his insides, Aglovale isn’t feeling patient enough to spend hours taking Siegfried apart like he had first planned. That has to be saved for another night. 

But he still has enough patience for this.

“‘Please’? Please what?” he asks, stopping his movements so that only his tip rests inside Siegfried. “You need to be more clear in what you are asking for.”

Siegfried looks at him, cheeks tinted rosy red and pupils dilated with his need. He risks a small roll of his hips as he tries for a coy smile, ruined by the clear desire in his eyes. 

“Please fuck me?” He emphasizes his words by hooking his other leg around Aglovale’s waist and trying to pull him closer. 

Aglovale raises his brow at the action, biting down on his tongue to not react. 

“What did I say about seeking your own pleasure?”

However, he does not give Siegfried time to answer as he benevolently decides to give him what he asked for.

With one hard thrust, Aglovale shoves himself fully inside Siegfried and savours the broken gasp it elicits from the other man. He lets out a loud moan himself, and starts mercilessly pounding in and out of Siegfried, giving the man no chance to catch his breath. 

“Is this what you desired?” Aglovale rasps between each push of his hips, “To be fucked without respite? To be used just as a sleeve as I bury myself into you?”

Siegfried’s breathing is heavy and ragged by this point, groans and gasps enlivening the sound of it. His weeping cock bounces against his stomach with each thrust, already making a mess. “Yes, yes,” he gasps out. 

Siegfried lifts his right hand from the sheets and starts to reach for his own neglected member, but Aglovale slaps the hand away. “No,” he says. “You will come only by my hand.”

The way Siegfried’s dick jumps even as he lets out a frustrated growl does not escape from Aglovale’s notice.

Aglovale shifts slightly and changes his angle, aiming for Siegfried’s prostate. It’s clear when he manages to find it as Siegfried lets out a hoarse shout, his back arching off the bed as his eyes widen. Smugly satisfied, Aglovale aims for that sweet spot with every drive of his hips, delighting in all the delectable reactions he gets out of Siegfried.

“I’m close,” Siegfried pants out as a warning. 

“Not yet,” Aglovale orders. “You will not come until I say so.”

The groan Siegfried lets out is positively obscene. It sends Aglovale teetering closer to the edge than he would like to admit. 

He starts plunging into Siegfried with more vigor, his cock brushing against Siegfried’s prostate with every push. The pace he sets is fast and rough, his fingers that are tightly gripping at Siegfried’s sides surely leaving bruises behind on his already scarred skin. There’s something inherently pleasing in the act of leaving his own marks on the Dragonslayer, having the power and authority to do so.

The bedchamber is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, gulping breaths and moaning as the two men chase their pleasure from each other. Aglovale can feel his climax building in his stomach– he won’t last long. Looking at the constantly leaking dick, it’s clear that Siegfried is at his limit as well.

“Do not come,” Aglovale orders before he buries himself deep inside Siegfried, catching his lips in a hungry kiss as he releases inside him. Aglovale can feel Siegfried trembling against him as he fills the former knight with his seed, the latter desperately moaning into the kiss.

When Aglovale finally pulls back from the kiss and tries to pull his dick out as well, Siegfried moves his legs so that he locks Aglovale in place. “Stay inside,” he pleads.

Aglovale supposes he can grant him that much. 

He slowly rakes his fingers against Siegfried’s chest, nails scratching the skin with the slightest pressure. He moves downwards until his hand wraps around Siegfried’s throbbing member.

“Not yet,” he murmurs when Siegfried groans at the touch, his hips bucking up to meet Aglovale’s hand. 

“Aglovale, please.” 

Aglovale ignores his plea and starts slowly moving his hand up and down Siegfried’s cock. “Hold on.”

Siegfried groans but obeys. Having Aglovale’s hand rubbing at him just how he likes it without being allowed to cum is starting to overwhelm him, sounds unlike before escaping from his throat.

“You are doing great,” Aglovale praises softly, delicately increasing the pressure on Siegfried’s cock.

It is becoming too much for him. His chest raises rapidly with the intakes of breaths he gulps down, his body starting to writhe with oversensitivity. Perhaps he has done well enough. 

The moment Aglovale says the words “You can come,” Siegfried orgasms with the loudest moan Aglovale has ever heard from him, copious amounts of cum shooting from his cock, seemingly endless.

As Siegfried’s climax passes and he starts to get his breathing back under control, Aglovale finally pulls out from Siegfried. He feels another wave of arousal as a line of cum starts slowly dripping out from Siegfried’s hole.

Siegfried looks at him with a dazed and satisfied smile on his face. “Aglovale… That was…”

“Hardly the only round we will have tonight,” Aglovale says, hunger discernible in his voice as he comes to straddle Siegfried’s hips once more. 

Siegfried blinks up at him before letting out a low chuckle. “I see that rest is something that I won’t be getting much of this night, then.”

Aglovale shuts him up by leaning down to kiss him, feeling Siegfried’s length already starting to harden against him. He breaks the kiss with a huff. 

“As if you would be satisfied with only that.”

Siegfried reaches out to tenderly brush a strand of hair behind Aglovale’s ear. 

“I will more than gladly take anything you offer me.”

And that night, Aglovale passionately offers him his body– over and over again, until he’s ready to offer something far more vulnerable than that.