It wasn’t often that Damocles pleasured a man in a manner in such a bold and audacious manner, but given the thrall of heated desire, and, admittedly, his own stubborn determination aimed at making this equally obstinate youth beg for pleasurable discharge that only came with those most overwhelming of releases, he would forgive himself for committing to an act he rarely performed on others, let alone those that shared his gender. Still, it wasn’t as if he was being forced to do what he had resorted to. He might not be one of those legendary Leventi beauties, but it seemed that all the nobles from Taengea were at least good-looking. It just so happened to be that the one he had bid for a time of comfort was far more handsome than the average.

Regardless of Achilleas’s impressive height, muscular body, and, not to be too generous, considerable size, Damocles was not entirely clueless when it came to treating another male’s most privy parts. He slathered that length with his saliva and decided to at least give the Taengean a moment of surprised pleasure, drastically increasing the speed of his downwads and upwards bobs while a loose fist jerked at the exposed parts he did not entertain at all times. The Colchian knew that his late-hour partner had been enjoying himself, given his grunts and that hand that tangled itself, uninvitedly however, with his hair, and, though he could be extremely greedy himself, he might as well be generous in his midnight encounter with Achilleas and make the moment worthwhile.

Yet, there was a part of him that did not approve of the other’s actions. Sure, he was moaning here and there, but he did not approve of the way the other had pulled his black hairs, like if he were some sort of servant to the other man. To be perfectly honest here, regardless of the other’s nobility, for this moment, Damocles would not yield to the other man however he wished. And then, to make matters worse, he thrusted in, shoving his cock like he had a right to do so, without any sense of consent from the Colchian at all. Well, that would be enough for now! With a disapproving sneer on his clean-shaved face, the silver-eyed militant stopped his actions and glared at the other man. “If you want me to continue, then no thrusting and no gripping…You’ve not earned that right yet…”He declared, resuming his swallows as he continued to please the other man with each rushing bob of his head.

Despite returning to his act of pleasurable comfort, Damocles did not do so before he settled his hands on the other’s pale hips and slammed them against kline, settling the blue-eyed man against the bed so as to stop him from getting any new ideas without asking first. Perhaps, he had been a bit too rough however. Thus, as a small act of forgiveness, he swallowed the other’s entire length and left it in place for a couple of seconds, letting his tongue work that shaft while his lips pushed against the other’s base, taking the Taengean royal completely before he moved his head slowly but still sheathed most of the other’s member. He wondered if anyone had ever show Achilleas such a rare treat, and wondered for an instance or two whether or not that would be enough to set the man on edge and reduce him to his climax. It might be disappointing if he did so, but, as the other had said before, he had never lain with another man before anyways.

And then he heard his request, mentally smirking as he realized that perhaps, he had been a bit unfair with the Captain of the Lions in this moment of maddening salaciousness. Alas, it seemed his own demands about having the other lay his hand over his head had fallen on deaf ears. No matter, he would have his revenge somehow. If anything, Damocles was sure that, while this may be the first time he and the other had shared a moment of heated comfort, it most probably would not be the last at all. Silently, and without any obvious protest, he continued on his work, keeping his throat pressed against the other’s base as he swallowed him deeply and kept working the man so as to welcome his climax.

A wild smirk fastened across his face, betraying the sense of accomplishment that Damocles felt when he finished off the clumsy Taengean beneath him. He found it infinitely amusing how, despite the obvious pleasure that was depicted on his blue-eyed companion’s face, he seemed to be confused, bewildered even, as he stared at him with a certain uneasiness that did little to hide the fact that he was new to this whole world of sensual delights.

“Go ahead…”He allowed, swallowing down the urge to laugh somewhat as he saw his nighttime partner reach out for his own hardness so as to reciprocate the same intensity in a similar fashion as the Colchian had done prior, albeit in a somewhat reluctant manner. Perhaps, he shouldn’t have expected much from the other man, but Damocles summed up the others awkward approach to his inexperience and naivete. A part of him pitied Achilleas, who seemed to have denied himself the passions of sex solely on the basis of one’s gender. Yet, at the same time, he felt a degree of responsibility. He had to teach the other how to enjoy himself more, even if it meant taking things a bit slower than he wished for.

Once he was finished, the satisfied grey eyed man watched the now clothed Taengean wonder around the tent with a certain sprint to his moves as he made for refreshments. “Well, look at you, being all confident.” He teased as he took the offered wine and clicked it with the other’s goblet, taking his drink to the brim of his lips as he quenched his thirst. Afterwards, he pulled the other man above him so as to feel the press of his powerful body against his tanned one, chuckling lowly as delighted in the proximity between them at that precise moment. “You’re blushing.” He once more teased as he noticed the reddened expression on the Tangean’s captain’s features. Afterwards, he closed his eyes and pushed his lips against him, tangling Achilleas into another of his enthralling kisses.

He knew that there could be quite a few repercussions if word broke through the confines of those tented walls, but it wasn’t as if it was the most damming realization if it did come to public light. Soldiers often took lovers in the heat of battle, and it wasn’t uncommon for men to satisfy their desires with each other whence deprived of the touch of a woman. Still, he noticed how the other man looked undeniable worried about the whole thing, causing the Colchian to feel as if he ought to reassure the other that, despite the relative openness that was often the case between men of battle. “Don’t worry your, pretty little head.” He responded, looking at those blue eyes with a penetrating brightness emanating from his grey spheres, oozing an almost arrogant level of confidence as he started to answer to the other’s request.

“What happens between us, stays between us. Not even your very own shadow will know of this.” Guaranteed Damocles, leveling himself as he rolled his arms behind his head, staring at the other as he quietly committed to the pact made right amongst them, forging a discreet, but passionate covenant of sorts with the Taengean lord. “How was it? Your first time with a man I meant?” He asked, curiosity apparent as he stroked the side of the other’s chiseled jaw. “Did I win another night with you?”