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One Night in Oblivion 9/11

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Martin’s skin was the same shade of golden brown all the way down, unmarred by any scars or blemishes. Dyce considered the possible repercussions and couldn't think of any particularly bad ones. So he gave the Emperor’s arse a few sharp slaps. Martin responded in the most favourable way possible, moaning loudly and shouting, “Do that again.” Dyce spanked him, eliciting the most delightful stream of swearing, until his buttocks were red and his own hand was sore, and Martin had paused his fingering of Alix to cry out in wordless pleasure. Only then did Dyce part the Imperial's buttocks, stroking and squeezing the twin globes of his arse, before trailing one lubricated finger around his asshole. Martin inhaled deeply, shuddering in anticipation.

Martin’s entrance was already gaping open. It took no effort at all for Dyce to push the tip of his finger inside. Then he met a little resistance, but nowhere near as much as he'd been expecting. Martin sighed, and his arse opened up to him.

“Huh. You really like this, don't you?”

“Yeah...” Martin was flushed with arousal, and his normal mode of speech – relatively formal, rather decisive – was replaced with breathless pleading. He glanced over his shoulder at the Breton, his blue eyes glazed over, the pupils pulsing as he shifted focus. Alix complained as his boyfriend's hand stilled, his needs temporarily forgotten. Martin turned back to him with an apology, stopping again as Dyce thrust a second finger inside.

The threesome lay together for a while, Dyce fingering Martin while he attempted to finger Alix. Dyce regarded it as a great success every time he wrenched a deep groan out of Martin and a grumble out of Alix. Not that he had anything against his (very pretty) fellow Breton, but the man had already come once and got to make love to his Emperor on a nightly basis. This would be Dyce's only chance, after all.

Martin was clearly ready, well and truly prepared. Dyce slid his fingers out, caressing Martin's cheeks one more time. He slicked up his cock, leaving the bottle of oil within Alix's reach before whispering “Brace yourself, Your Majesty,” right into Martin's ear.

As Dyce thrust into the Emperor’s tight heat, Martin uttered a long, low-pitched moan, half-collapsing on top of Alix; who wrapped both arms around his neck in a loving embrace. Dyce didn't stop until his erection was all the way in, gratified by each hitch in Martin's breath and his wanton cries.

“Gods!” groaned Martin. “Fuck me, please, fuck me.”

Dyce pulled almost all the way out before slamming into him again, and was rewarded by Martin shrieking, begging, “Please!” The Imperial was writhing beneath him, hands reaching back to try to draw Dyce even further inside. Each thrust of Dyce's cock caused Martin to convulse in ecstasy, desperate for more. Each movement caused friction of Martin's cock, now dripping, against Alix's belly.

Alix poured oil into his hand, and spread it over Martin's erection. Then he reached up and kissed his boyfriend's nose. “Love?” he said. “I'm ready.”

Dyce stopped for a moment, waiting for the Emperor to adjust his position, but Martin was too turned on to be capable of conscious thought. So Dyce sank his teeth into Martin's shoulder to get his attention. The sudden pain made the Imperial swear; but he seemed more aware of what was happening, resting his weight on one elbow instead of leaning heavily on Alix, and shifting up a little. Slowly, very slowly, he entered Alix, who made delightfully slutty noises and lifted his legs, wrapping them around Dyce's back. The three men lay together for a while as Martin got used to the sensation of being impaled from behind while sheathed inside his lover.

Taking a deep breath, Martin attempted to regain control of the situation. “Okay,” he muttered. “Let's do it.” He slowly slid out of Alix as Dyce withdrew from him; neither of them pulling out completely. Then Dyce rammed into Martin, forcing him inside Alix. Martin yelled in pleasure at the intense stimulation he was receiving from the two Bretons; one filling his arse, the other surrounding his cock. Alix screamed passionately as Dyce's weight drove Martin's cock deeper inside him than it had ever been before.