Comssion by Anto

Sarien sat quietly at his throne, looking over the last bit of paperwork which had consumed his day. A soft sight escaped his lips as he finally put away the last bit of parchment , giving an annoyed glare at Vhoyt just for good measure. Vhoyt as always gave him a rather large smile, one filled with complete adoration and love for the man who absolutely couldn’t stand his presence. Scowling, Sarien stood up and stretched, his back popping in several places as his fingers stretched towards the ceiling. He ignored Vhoyt’s attempt at a discreet look at his body, his eyes rolling as he finally turned to walk to his rooms to retire for the evening.
“Oh my lord!” came the call of the most annoying person in the kingdom, right before he left the room. Sarien gave a soft growl in the back of his throat, and turned around, glaring even more irritated at Vhoyt.
“What do you want you annoying twit?” came his tart reply, Sarien’s patience wearing down even thinner if that were at all possible.
“Its valentines day sir, and I got you a little something!” came the every cheery reply, as if Vhoyt couldn’t hear the irritation in Sarien’s voice. Vhoyt’s hand reached into his bag, and pulled out a single card in a pink envelope, of all colors. Though Vhoyt’s had was steady as he handed the card over to Sarien, his body felt like it was on fire. First a purplish blush started to form at his cheeks, and then his hands started shaking from the overly contained nervousness. He began to put things away, mostly to occupy his body and his hands, and to keep from looking at Sarien as he opened the card. Sarien quickly opened the envelope and pulled out the card, discarding the envelope on the floor, where a servant quickly and quietly retrieved it to discard it. Sarien looked at the heart on the front of the card for a moment before opening it with a sigh, and reading the interior.
To the one who stole my heart away, happy valentine’s day-with love, Vhoyt. A glare was shot at Vhoyt, who still had his back turned to Sarien. Once Vhoyt turned around and saw the glare on Sarien’s face, his own face fell into a frown, his pointed ears almost drooping with sadness. Before Sarien could help himself, he sighed, rubbing his temple as if that would solve the debate going through his head. For a while now, he had noticed Vhoyt’s unusually good behavior and had been wondering if he should reward him. In his mind he knew tonight would be the perfect opportunity, seeing as how it was Valentines Day, and he could blame it on the atmosphere, but at the same time, he desired to go back to his chambers alone, and just go about his normal routine until another time presented itself. Sarien looked up through his fingers, and saw the hurt look on Vhoyt’s face, and finally made his decision. Putting the card down on the table, he grabbed Vhoyt’s face and pulled him into a crushing kiss. Vhoyt started for a moment, before wrapping his arms around Sarien and kissing him back.
Vhoyt felt like he had just entered heaven and that his dreams had finally come true. Sarien on the other hand, was more concerned about how he was feeling, and how his body was reacting. Slyly, he slid his tongue over Vhoyt’s lips until Vhoyt opened his mouth a little, allowing Sarien entrance. They stood there kissing for about a minute before Sarien pulled back, wanting air before they both passed out. Vhoyt’s chest was heaving as he gulped air down, his glazed eyes staring lovingly at Sarien. Grabbing Vhoyt’s hand, Sarien led him to his chambers, knowing it was going to be a long night.
Once they reached Sarien’s bedchambers, the clothes started flying off like there was no tomorrow, heated kisses being exchanged between layers of fabric being torn off. Sarien was focused on how his body felt, and Vhoyt was focused on how he could please Sarien, hoping to god that this wasn’t going to be just a one night thing. Sarien’s throbbing erection popped free as he slid his boxer’s down his legs, and he groaned in satisfaction, as it was beginning to hurt being cramped up like that. Grabbing Vhoyt’s head he pushed him down to his knees, making him eye level with his manhood, expecting that Vhoyt already knew what to do. Vhoyt smiled and gently licked the tip, licking off the salty sweet pre-cum that had already started to form there. Slowly, he licked down the shaft, coating it in a thin sheen of saliva, before taking it all into his mouth. Sarien, who had been growing impatient with the tease, groaned in satisfaction.
Vhoyt put all his effort into pleasing Sarien, deep-throating occasionally with each stroke, his other hand fondling Sarien’s sack, gently caressing the sensitive area. Vhoyt ignored his own erection, more concerned with Sarien at the moment than he was with himself. Sarien, finally getting the pleasure he needed, got tired of just standing and letting Vhoyt have that kind of control. Roughly pulling Vhoyt to his feet, he drug him over to the bed, pushing him down on his hands and knees before climbing onto the bed after him, and pushing himself into Vhoyt. Vhoyt let out a slight cry, a mixture of pain and pleasure, while he adjusted to Sarien’s size. Sarien waited for a moment, before slowly moving in and out, his strokes easy and slow while Vhoyt got used to the penetration. Sarien’s head was in the clouds at the sensations of pleasure running up and down his body, the tightness of Vhoyt sending his mind into the stars.
Vhoyt was in heaven as well, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as Sarien’s firm hands gripped his hips, pulling him back again and again. Vhoyt silently reached beneath him and began stroking himself, wanting to come at the same time that Sarien did. Soon the gentle strokes gave way to harder firmer strokes; to where the only sound in the room was the sound of Sarien’s sack slapping against Vhoyt’s butt, and the mixture of their pants and moans. Sarien, feeling himself near the edge, finally came with a cry, and gripped Vhoyt harder. Vhoyt, feeling Sarien come, let himself go as well, his cum spurting all over the bed sheets. Sarien collapsed on top of Vhoyt, his breathing ragged, his body covered in a thick sheen of sweat like Vhoyt’s. Both sat there unmoving for a moment, before finally disentangling themselves from one another. Sarien pulled Vhoyt down onto the bed with him, pulling him close for the night, before dozing off.
Vhoyt, smiling broadly, fell asleep not to much later, hoping and praying that this could continue on, not knowing that when morning came, that nothing would have changed.