#【 answered: wyatt nightstar. 】

[rclldamage]

The tavern downstairs had become a muffled mingle of noise. It was a small blessing since most of the wooden floorboards had been so thinly crafted that travelers could hear everything that went on downstairs. In the solace of the private room, Wyatt’s had felt comfortable enough to rest on the bed in the nude. His muscular frame lit by flickering candlelight. He could feel the knots in his body from the stress of travel, the training, and the nerves of the Oath he was to take in the coming days. It was enough to warrant him to bury his face in the pillows and disappear. But, the gods smiled on him and granted him a small reprieve.

He felt the slick oil against his smooth skin and the strong fingers that worked against the very knots that bundled up in his muscles. Strong hands that Wyatt would push into the moment the right spot had been worked and pulled out a very vocal moan. Gods, he needed those hands on his body. The pressure working down his broad shoulders, the center of his spine, and over the heft of his backside. A small chuckle and a hiss escaped him while Theodore worked. Wyatt felt relaxed. Each knot worked out sent a wave of euphoria throughout his body.

“Hm,” he uttered. Oh, his body reacted to the touch. Even as he sat up, rolled onto his back and looked up at the young man, it was rather evident how relaxed he had been. His member thick between his legs, engorged and pulsating with need as clear beads rolled in copious amounts down the heft of his shaft. His blue eyes burned brightly in the candlelight while he stared up at Theodore with the same crooked smile. Slowly, he took the man’s hand and guided it over the smooth plain of his stomach, over his chest and his arms.

Wyatt released him and sat up, grabbing him by the waist and manipulated him to sit in his lap. His arousal pressed strategically to the cleft of Theodore’s ass. He raised up and started to kiss, suckle and nip at the young man’s throat all while his large hand moved around to knead at one plump check. Tongue traced up, across the jaw and back down again over the man’s adam’s apple before he leaned back down, arm resting under his head. As he stared up at the man, he could hear the spirit bound to him whisper its desire to him. Wyatt obeyed.

Theodore would find himself on his back, legs spread around Wyatt’s thick waist, his arousal grinding slowly down into him as he moved his hips in slow circles. He hummed to himself, staring down at the man before a soft laugh escaped him and he lowered his head to whisper into his ear. “Beg me to own you,” he rumbled.

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[rclldamage]

His voice is a song. A distant melody that inspired Wyatt to fight, for him. It was an innocent sound that warmed him. Wyatt looked up in the mirror at the youth who stood behind him. His lover. Teddy was still a young man and was filled with so many ideas of adventure. Wyatt fantasized that he would be a daring knight one day. He wanted to help him and a part of the paladin wanted him there by his side. A selfish, sinful side that whispered that the two knew each other intimately and that meant they belonged to each other. No, he could not think about that. He could not allow himself to think in that manner. Even as he found that his hand had rose to run his fingers so softly against the column of flesh that was Teddy's throat. No, he couldn't help the boy help. And it had everything to deal with ... the feelings he had started to hold for Teddy since they had laid with each other in the inn.

Wyatt could still feel him. Eager to please, desperate to prove himself. He moistened his lips and leaned down to kiss the boy. His tongue pushing into Teddy's mouth to slowly kiss him. A kiss that poured everything he couldn't bring himself to say while his large hand pushed him closer with its resting on the small of the boy's back. Gods, he could keep kissing the boy forever. He tasted of honeysuckle and the way his mouth felt was ... paradises. He broke the kiss, rested his forehead against the boy's and shook his head. A fight with monsters and an Oathbreaker was no place for a soul that Wyatt had tied himself to so easily. So quickly. Teddy would be a distraction.

"I need you to stay here. I wouldn't be able to fight well enough knowing you were there on the battlefield," Wyatt said, a sigh to his words. "I need my boy to stay here so when I get back, someone can take care of me," he smirked softly, nipped at the others lip and nudged him. "Be good and stay. I will make it up to you, you know I will. I meant even spank you for your patience."

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[rclldamage]

It was methodical how the holy guard moved about the room and doffed his gleaming armor. His breastplate was laid so perfectly into the soft cushion of a nearby chair, followed shortly by his gauntlets and chausses. The elegant shield was leaned against the same chair, followed by the warhammer. The light hammer was placed on the nightstand for easy reach. Everything had a place and a purpose for its placement. His eyes roamed over the others' form, so eager and coiled in anticipation. Yet, Wyatt was a patient man who was both polite and respectful … if not a little teasing. As he approached Theodore ( he refused to call him Teddy ), he toyed with the leather strap in his hands. Folding it and wrapping it so slowly around one before testing its give with the other.

Standing before the bed in only his small clothes, his knees pressed into the mattress. Large frame caused the wooden supports to creak under his weight while he moved across the surface. His thighs flexed with each movement of his body until he was close enough to the man to throw his leg over his waist and straddle his body. Theodore was smaller than him but that meant little in such an intimate situation where doors were locked and windows were shuddered. The outside world did not exist for either of them and only that moment had been important. His azure gaze still focused on him, eyes on eyes, he leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to the man’s forehead, then lowered downward to connect their lips. A slow and lethargic kiss where his tongue pushed past slender lips to delve into the wet heat of Theodore’s mouth. It was a kiss that he savored while his body weight alone held the man in place.

Wordlessly, he pulled from the kiss and leaned back. His free hand gathers both of Theodore’s wrists together before tying them with the leather strap. Each bit of movement from Wyatt was slow and deliberate. A movement of which sang that he was taking his time and enjoying it while his eyes never left the other man’s. Shifting his larger frame against Theodore, he adjusted his position and inspected his work. Pleased with the outcome, his smile slowly spread into a lazy smirk while he pinned the man’s bound wrists above his head and leaned down to whisper in his ear. While he said the words in his own Quorian tongue, the tone of which he spoke them was pointed and direct. “Yua ruuk su pieatovar. Hirpriss. Eegir. Og'm guong tu priit yua err nogyt, pieatovar uni.” He pulled back only to lower his head and kiss the pulse in Thedore’s neck. Slowly, he started to work his lips downward, worshiping the body pinned beneath his own.

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[rclldamage]

Being an older soldier wrought his body with stresses of which he could have never imagined. Yet, hard work had paid off when he had become a deity's chosen champion. To whom he championed still remained a mystery. Wyatt wasn’t on a field of battle anymore, nor was he on some crusade of divine providence. It had been a rare chance for him to soak his aches in the warmed water of a bath at an inn. It was relaxing and refreshed his core. The grim of daily life cleansed from his muscular form lifted a weight from his broad shoulders he hadn’t realized he carried. Wyatt embraced the solitude and the enjoyment of being simply alone. His fingers ran sensually down his smooth chest; tracing every line and curve that his muscles made. Drifting further down still to run through a tangle of manicured hairs that nestled above his shaft.

The warmth pulled a low moan from his chest. It had been so long since he had enjoyed the simple pleasures of the flesh — – his own flesh. Even with the few scars his body was marred with, his skin still felt smooth and taunt. Slowly, his fingers explored further down across the delicate skin of his testicles and across his thick thighs and back up again. Excitement coiled in the pit of his stomach, building up and causing arousal to pulsate through his entire body. His tongue darted out to moist his lips as his eyes slipped closed and body arched up. His hand wrapped around himself, slowly at first stroking underneath the warmth of the water while his free hand caressed his own body. A louder moan, his thumb swiping over the thick rim of his engorged cock once the foreskin had been pulled back. It had been too long, he realized. Too long since he had touched himself, since anyone had touched him.

His hand quickened, splashing water about him as his free hand wrapped around the thickened base. Long strokes, root to head and back again. The bath only added resistance to the burning need that started to build up at his very base. Wyatt stopped and shifted his weight. He raised from the water and enjoyed the sensation of how it cascaded down his body and caused it to glisten in the candlelight. All he needed was to adjust. His bare backside settled on the rim of the basin tub, one leg positioned out of it and the other into anchor. He groaned, leaning his head back while his hand continued its quickening pace on his cock. Quicker still as the head wept and glistened with beads of precum. He heard the young man, but his hand did not stifle its pursuit to release. Wyatt needed to feel empty again, to release the coil that had built up.

Normally bright blue-gray hues settled on the red hand, darkened with desire and lust as he scanned up the man’s body and smiled. His thumb teasing the rim of his head again to manipulate a deeper moan from the paladin’s lips. Oh, he was not going to stop. “If you’re going to watch, you might as well help.” It was a teasing, deep voice as he gestured with his free hand for Ellis to come further into the room. “Show me how talented your mouth can be,” he challenged.

answered ask for @holysound. perception check: dirty 20.