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It had been an eventful day for Telemachus. Traveling the whole morning and afternoon had left him sore and drained, even more so after his conversation with the spartian king Menelaus and his beautiful wife Helen. Therefore, when he and his companion Peistratus reached their bedroom, they were exhausted. A shared glance told them that tonight would be a quiet one, not filled with their usual nightly chatter.
Telemachus stripped himself of his clothes, avoiding looking behind him at his friend who was doing the same. For some reason, he always found his eyes straying to Peisistratus' toned body, taking him in, wishing he could lay his hands across that tan skin and just feel. It was embarrassing to have those kind of thoughts for his dearest and first friend, but he couldn't help but fantasize no matter what.
Telemachus dared to sneak a peek of the man, finding him massaging his shoulders with those strong arms. The sight almost made him drool. By the gods, what was wrong with him? If Peisistratus were to look at him now, would he see the desire behind Telemachus' eyes? Hear how his heart raced at the sight of his bare upper body and what it made him feel?
Telemachus turned away before that could happen, folding his clothes and laying them on the chair beside him. After that, He layed himself on the other side of the bed, to which Peisistratus joined him, back turned. This close, he could smell the scent of the man across from him, and hear his chest slowly rise and fall. Peisistratus seemed to already be asleep. Telemachus should do the same, seeing as how he was so tired after today's adventure.
But he couldn't. No matter how hard he tried, images of a man with calloused hands holding him, doing with the prince as he pleased while Telemachus begged for more- kept seeping into his mind. Why does his head keep messing with him? A flush started to appear on his cheeks and ears. The ithican opened his eyes, only to be met with a piercing pair of deep brown eyes. He sucked in a breath.
They held that electric-charged stare for several moments. Why was Peisistratus awake? He should be in slumber already, just as Telemachus should. It was late and they had been traveling all day. "Why aren't you sleeping?"
Peisistratus still held that gaze while responding. "I could say the same for you. Why are you awake, Telemachus?" Tension. Telemachus felt like he had been caught red-handed, but for what? "I.."
Those eyes didn't leave him for a second. Telemachus' mouth felt as dry as a desert, opening and closing as no words would come out. A smile appeared on Peisistratus' face and his demeanor was filled with mirth. They both knew why. "I...Can't sleep." The words felt lacking for what he was feeling, but nothing else came out. The words were stuck in his throat, and Telemachus swallowed the meager saliva that had gathered in his mouth.
Suddenly, like a light breeze, Peisistratus' hand was on his face, pulling a stray piece of his curly hair behind his ear. Telemachus felt like his heart was going to beat out of it's chest with how fast it was going. Was it possible that his friend felt it too?
That hand then went to hold his cheek with such gentleness that the Ithican just wanted to give himself to the prince without resistance. They were closer now, noses nearly touching. When had he leaned in?
"Peisistratus, you-" He didn't get to finish his sentence. A pair of soft lips encased his own, moving sloppily against the younger prince's lips as Telemachus was gently pushed onto his back, with Peisistratus' hand still on his cheek while the other trailed downwards to his hip. Telemachus' brain wouldn't register a thing except the fact that the man he had been pining for was kissing him. Kissing him! Touching his body and holding him like he was delicate glass. That was a blessing by the gods in itself. The man wanted to scream. Instead he let out a sigh.
Eventually, the prince started to kiss back. Hesistantly he grabbed onto the muscled man's arms, feeling them beneath his hands. It all felt too unreal. They separated for air with only a single string of saliva connecting them. Telemachus breathed heavily, gazing at the prince above him with lidded eyes. After a moment to catch his breath, Peisistratus opened his mouth, "Telemachus, my friend who I hold so dear in my heart, I yearn for you. I crave you- each and every night. Nights in which you visit my dreams repeatedly. This time I have spent with you has made something blossom inside me. Suddenly I realise that my life didn't have meaning until you came along. It made me understand that I want to be with you endlessly. I'm saying that I... I Love you, Telemachus."
Telemachus was without words. He wanted to cry with joy, but tried to hold back the sting he felt behind his eyes. Even so, a single tear escaped and fell down his cheek. Telemachus wrapped his arms around the other's neck gingerly, letting a smile spread across his features. The prince was unusually speechless this time, no smooth flattery or charming persuading to back him up. "Me too. I feel the same for you, Peisistratus. My Peisistratus."
They laughed breathlessly together, a shared secret in the air, known only between the two of them.
Telemachus' hands eventually roamed down to where the other man's loincloth was covering his half-hard member, a silent question being asked. When Peisistratus pressed against the prince's touch eagerly, Telemachus flipped their positions so the older man was laying under him. The ithican shyly lingered on the cloth, feeling a sense of inexperience overtake him. But with a bashful expression and flushed cheeks he pulled off the loincloth, exposing Peisistratus' dick to the cold night air. Telemachus' blush only deepened when he saw its size with its leaking tip. He wondered how that would go inside him without his body breaking...
He held the member in his hand, slowly stroking it up and down. Above him a gasp could be heard. Motivated by the small sound from his lover, he started stroking faster, smearing pre-cum over the cock. The noises continued, and arousal shot through Telemachus' body, making blood rush down to his crotch.
The man leaned down and took it into his mouth. Telemachus sucked on the tip, tasting the bitter liquid on his tongue. He continued doing this and kitten licking Peisistratus' cock with fervour, hearing the man groaning and rocking slightly into his mouth. Telemachus felt more confident, and pushed the dick further down his throat. A loud moan escaped Peisistratus while he grabbed ahold a fist of curly brown hair as Telemachus bounced up and down on his cock.
The virgin prince thought that he was doing well for his first time given that his companion couldn't keep his voice down. The penis hit the back of his throat once Peisistratus bottomed out. The sting from him pulling Telemachus’ hair sent tingles through his body. He wanted to please him, love him, praise him. His Peisistratus. The friend who was always at his side, ready to direct him on how to speak, and tell him how well he's doing no matter how small the act. He was like a steady pillar that the prince could lean on, reliable and comforting.
Telemachus would always blush furiously when Peisistratus whispered encouragement and advice in his ear, his hot breath ghosting over the prince's red ears, or when a hand would rest on the small of his back, rubbing reassuring motions into his skin whenever Telemachus felt overwhelmed. Those small actions lit a fire in his heart, one he couldn't contain. When the two would stay up listening to one another speak in hushed voices and gaze up at the brightly lit stars, Telemachus would find himself thinking, "I would spend every night of my life listening to you talk, be it about anything your heart desires. I would worship you for the strength that no one else sees, and slice the throat of a thousand cattle so that the gods would see your worth and bless you with all you ever wished for, my dearest friend."
His lover was bucking up into him now, moving with an energy that told the prince he was close. Telemachus tried to breathe evenly through it all, but a choke would come out every now and then from the man's hurried movements. The hums he let out only made the moaning louder, the vibrations sending pleasure straight to the cock in his mouth. With a shaky moan Peisistratus reached his climax, gripping onto Telemachus' hair as he came into that wet cavern.
Hot semen shot down his throat, and Telemachus stayed there taking it for a more few moments with his eyes set on the man's scrunched-up expression before pulling off the dick, having the remaining cum cover his face in spurts of white. Telemachus loved it. He loved feeling claimed by his beautiful lover- be it with sperm or lovebites- he loved it.
The sight the ithican made swallowing his cum nearly had Peisistratus go hard again. That sexy prince didn't even know what he did to him. Every sway of his hips when they were walking, every expanse of pale skin when they bathed and every breathy Peisistratus had him going wild, and therefore always trying to hide a boner from those gentle eyes. But now all his deepest fantasies were being served to him on a silver platter. His beautiful prince was being soiled by his sperm, having it coat those long eyelashes and rosy cheeks. It was a wet dream come true.
They both took a moment to collect themselves before Telemachus was being lifted onto the pylosian's lap. Peisistratus' hands roamed down his back to just above the curve of his backside, resting them there. The air was hot with arousal from the two princes. "Have you ever done this before?" Peisistratus asked. Telemachus shook his head slightly, the blush on his face intensifying. Telemachus had only a small amount of knowledge on the matter from overheard conversations between the suitors.
Peisistratus just smiled fondly. "It's fine. No need to be embarrassed. I'm quite new to this aswell. Lets...Just take it slow, hm?" A thumb stroked Telemachus' cum-soaked cheek with a fondness that had the prince melting in the other's arms.
Telemachus nodded. Peisistratus interlinked their hands, his left one going to touch the prince's chest. Telemachus was beet-red by now, clutching onto the other's hand and playing with Peisistratus' curls on the back of his neck. The man trailed kisses along his neck, eliciting small gasps that left the ithican feeling flustered. Peisistratus' hand was squeezing his chest as if it were a woman's, rubbing his nipples and pressing at them. Telemachus let out a soft moan before hiding his face in the crook of the other's neck, mortified.
Peisistratus swore in that moment that he would have the prince moaning and wailing without restraint by the end of the night. Forget slow, he needed Telemachus now. This part of the palace would be empty for at least a couple more hours, so they had all the privacy they needed. He manhandled the other onto his stomach with his ass in the air and cheek pressed into the soft pillow. "Peisistratus!" The prince was stunned by the sudden roughness, but a hand at his backside had him quiet right away. The fabric protecting his nether region was pulled off swiftly and tossed to the floor.
Peisistratus fondled both of the plump buttocks with his hands, squeezing and spreading them to give way to a small hole inbetween. The sight made his cock twitch, starting to harden again. Telemachus made a squeak when he felt the midnight air brush past his sensitive entrance and a slight shiver shook his body.
Suddenly and without warning, a tongue was there licking at his rectum while the older man spread Telemachus' asscheeks even wider so he could fit his head in between them. In that same moment a shriek was let out by the younger ithican. "Peisistratus! Stop, stop it's dirty-!" Another yelp was drawn from him as Peisistratus' tongue penetrated his asshole, pushing inside bit by bit. The feeling was a strange pleasure. Telemachus couldn't help but be ashamed that he was letting the other lick him in such an obscene place, no matter how good it felt.
Peisistratus continued in that fashion, variating between licking the rim and fucking Telemachus open with his tongue. Eventually, the shrills turned to muffled moans, and every noise made the pylosian even harder. The prince's hole was much looser now, so eventually Peisistratus retreated from the entrance and rubbed Telemachus' back affectionately.
With a pat to Telemachus' butt he walked over to his belongings, trying to find the bottle of olive oil he knew he had on him. He left the younger man panting and squirming, secretly wishing that Peisistratus would continue. His penis leaked onto the bedsheets, dirtying them.
Soon enough, Telemachus turned to lay on his side, watching his lover rumage through bags and getting increasingly frustrated, with a smile on his face. The ithican took the time to admire the muscles that flexed underneath tan skin aswell as the tight butt he'd only snuck a glance at when they had bathed in a creek together. The difference was that now he didn't have to hide his desire nor his love for the other. He wondered if his mother would accept her son being with another man, given that he was the sole heir to Ithaca, with his father far away or possibly dead.
Telemachus threw the thought out immediately. He couldn't falter now, not when the goddess of strategy was willing to help him on his journey. His father was alive, he was sure of it. Even if with every year, his hope to see his father diminished, going from a blazing flame to a weak flicker.
Telemachus was pulled from his thoughts as a weight settled beside him, looking up to see a shirtless Peisistratus leering hungrily at him. A hand was already moving to slinger around the ithican's waist like a possessive snake. The action only seemed to make hot-red fire spread throughout Telemachus' body, burning just under his skin, almost like a fever. Even so, he welcomed it with open arms, wrapping his arms around the other's torso. It felt as if the world had stopped the moment they touched, like two puzzle pieces interlinking.
Telemachus was layed on his back with Peisistratus leaning over him. The older man sat up and reached out his right arm to grab the bottle of oil and let it coat his fingers. Telemachus layed pliant as the other's hand lifted Telemachus' leg up to reveal his pink entrance.
The ithican sucked in a deep breath once he felt two slick fingers rub around his rim before pushing in with hardly any resistance thanks to Peisistratus' earlier preparation. A low gasp was released as the fingers pushed in to the knuckles. Telemachus' walls clung to the fingers as if desperate to keep them inside. They pushed in and out of him, eliciting pleasured moans which were quickly muffled by two hands.
The fingers continued to massage his insides, making them into a plush mess as Peisistratus let go of the prince's leg to gently pull Telemachus' hands away from his mouth. "You're so beautiful like this, giving yourself to me. Don't hide away, Telemachus. I want to hear you."
The words turned the ithican into mush. Telemachus hesistantly removed his hands from his mouth, wanting to please his lover, and he was rewarded with a smile that could rival the gods. Peisistratus' fingers resumed, a third finger even being added, but this time Telemachus put in the effort to not cover his mouth. "Ah...Ha- Peisi...!" He was unsuprisingly loud. Even before, during their travels, Telemachus hardly ever stopped making noise, whether it be humming, sighing or mumbling to himself, it was a constant buzz in the background of Peisistratus' mind. It was no shock to the older man that he struggled to keep quiet. But he still cherished every squeak and whisper. That reassurance that Telemachus was happy and safe soothed him like no balm could, and the fact that he was loud in bed as well turned him on to the max. He was so innocently sexy.
The moans mixed with the wet sounds from Telemachus' insides, filling the air with lewdness. It sounded like heaven to the older man. Peisistratus removed his fingers before pouring a generous amount of oil on his cock. He gave it a few strokes and sighed in relief before lining it up with his lover's entrance. Telemachus wrapped his arms around the other's shoulders as the member was pushed in bit by bit. The air was shoved out of them both, warmth overwhelming the two as they held each other until Peisistratus' dick reached the hilt. Telemachus keened. He felt full, Peisistratus' cock pulsing inside of him. A part of him never wanted it to leave.
Telemachus sucked in a breath to calm himself. He was so embarrassingly loud. "He likes it," the boy reminded himself. Peisistratus buried his face in the ithican's curly hair as he started thrusting into the younger's hole. They moaned simultaniously, and Peisistratus had to hold himself back from ramming into that wet cavern.
They went slowly at first, easing themselves into it. The slick passage was penetrated again and again, squelching with the movements. Soft gasps escaped the younger man as Peisistratus started trailing kisses across the other’s face. His forehead, his nose, his cheeks and chin. It was so gentle that it made Telemachus want to cry. So many of his years were spent being taunted and abused from the men that took over his home, ate his food and emptied his treasury. Never did he feel as respected as he did with Peisistratus. He wanted more, Telemachus wanted everything the man had to offer him. His body, his mind, His love.
"Please... Touch me..I can't wait any longer, my Peisistratus.."
A second passed before Peisistratus tightened his hold on the ithican and started thrusting with abandon, making the other cry out in pleasure. "Ah! Peisi!" The room echoed with the slaps of skin against skin and Telemachus' wailing. Telemachus' thighs were held with a roughness that made red bloom across his pale skin. It was the skin of a crown prince, unmarred and smooth. Peisistratus’ was the opposite, scars littered across his tan skin from hours upon hours spent in the sun playing with his brothers and getting into trouble.
The two of them were so different. Telemachus was destined for greatness, a heroic prince blessed by the gods, and Peisistratus was the shadow by his light. The ithican shone with a brightness that blinded those around him, flocking to him like moths to a flame. That was something Peisistratus would never be. He was forever unnoticable, blending in with the shadows he was born from.
Even so, despite being unworthy, he selfishly stayed by the other's side. He lingered with every brush against that beacon of light, even going so far as to defile him. It was euphoric being inside this otherworldly being. Peisistratus felt alive. The sting from Telemachus' nails dragging across his back hardly registered in comparison to the warm, wet body sucking him in. It was inevitable that Telemachus would be taken by him. Peisistratus would always want to bask in the prince's light. His voice, his hands, him, him, him. It was so simple to give his heart and soul to the man, all for Telemachus to keep. So very easy. And yet the other did the opposite, surrendering his heart to him instead. Peisistratus' feelings weren't one-sided. Telemachus actually... Loved him.
He was suddenly overwhelmed by it all, laying his head on Telemachus' chest while still digging his aching cock into that heat. He had the whole world in his embrace right now. Those arms held him so gently, as if he was fragile. For once in his life, he liked the feeling of being taken care of. Telemachus made him like that.
"I love you," Peisistratus stated with a snap of his hips. Telemachus groaned. The thrusting soon turned to pounding his dick into Telemachus' hole as the other moved to meet him halfway. "I love you, I love you, I love you." It was said in a rush, breathless and soft. Telemachus took it all in with intensity. The laboured breathing as Peisistratus rocked into him, the teary eyes as they stared into his own, and of course, those three words. I love you.
The cock brushed against his prostate, and Telemachus cried out "Peisi~! There! Right there!" It was brushed again, this time firmer. Telemachus' body shivered in pleasure and a whine wrestled itself free from his throat. Peisistratus resumed his movements, but this time aimed towards that spot that made Telemachus go crazy. The pounding continued with renewed vigour, and everytime that bundle of nerves was hit, Telemachus would wail and tremble. It was adorable. Peisistratus just wanted to keep making him scream in ecstasy, for him to keep shouting his name over and over again.
"Ah, ah, ah-!" Telemachus was on the brink of climax now, his legs shaking with anticipation. Being surrounded by dangerous men all the time made it difficult to relax and lay into his desires, but now he was free to let go and have his Peisistratus take care of him.
Peisistratus wasn't any different. Sweat ran down his arms from the energy it took to plow his lover into the bed, and gods, it was hot. Telemachus looked like a piece of eye candy, writhing and moaning with no shame. It was such a stark difference to the earlier shyness, but Peisistratus thought he was so cute in both versions.
"Faster, d-deeper-! Peisi~! Oh, gods..!"
"Shit.. Telemachus..." The bed creaked from the effort Peisistratus used to satisfy his lover. Telemachus was pressed into the sheets as his lover slammed into him so hard it made him see stars. The tension between them was palpable, and Peisistratus bent down to sync their lips in a heated kiss. It was messy and wild, unlike their earlier kisses. Telemachus nibbled on Peisistratus' bottom lip before a tongue invaded his mouth. He moaned.
The two chased their release with ferocity. Telemachus broke the kiss. "Peisi, I'm- I'm-!" Peisistratus once again interlinked their lips in a short kiss as he sped up. Telemachus couldn't focus on anything other than the fierce orgasm ripping through him. The world went away for a moment, leaving the man feeling blissed out in ecstasy. His voice was hoarse from all his screaming, broken and hiccuping.
Everything felt tingly, and his legs had long gone numb. Peisistratus was still chasing his orgasm, and Telemachus thought he looked so beautiful under the moonlight that seeped through the windows.
Peisistratus moaned when his dick was squeezed by Telemachus' walls during his orgasm. He could feel his own nearing the surface and he continued thrusting into the now soft and pliant hole. Telemachus was gazing up at him hazily with a small smile that held so much love it made Peisistratus' heart ache. The younger was too cute for his own good.
Peisistratus buried his cock in the other before he came intensely. The older's arms gave out and he landed by Telemachus' head. Cum pumped into the other like a fountain, coating his inner walls white. Telemachus felt how it filled him up to the brim, and embarrassingly enough, he loved it. "I want him to cum in me everyday," his fucked out brain supplied. The two turned to lay on their sides, facing each other. Peisistratus had his eyes closed while calming down from his high.
The air was so peaceful, a calm and quiet that Telemachus never wanted to end. He didn't want to get up and resume being the prince of Ithaca, son to the cunning Odysseus. He just wanted to be Telemachus. To not worry about suitors hurting his mother while he's away or his father being dead. This night was his only reprieve before the weight of responsibility was once again placed on his shoulders. He stared at the face laying beside him. His peace, his home, Peisistratus.
"Stay with me," Telemachus said softly. It was almost somber, a fear of the goodbye that may come. Peisistratus opened his eyes and gazed at the other, unmoving. "Always."
The ithican smiled. Telemachus crept closer to wrap himself around the other in a hug. Peisistratus held him gently, and he could do nothing else but melt. He was safe. He would always be safe with Peisistratus.
They continued like this for the rest of the night, kissing, touching and embracing each other until the first rays of sunlight had penetrated the room. They then had to sneak down to the river to clean themselves of the semen, sweat and other fluids which clung to their bodies, all while avoiding any slaves which were wandering around at this hour. They would most likely not say anything for fear of offending the king's precious guests, but the embarrassment would be too much for Telemachus to take.
The two couldn't stop sneaking looks at the other while washing themselves with the remaining oil. Silly grins were plastered on both of their faces, their eyes turned to crescents. The rose-fingered Eos showed herself to the world, a beautiful sunrise casting the quiet morning in soft light.
It was safe to say that the princes were exhausted when meeting with Menelaus, but when they shared a glance with one another, they both knew they wouldn't have traded that night for the world.