"Whew... finally..." Magolor sat down on his bed, sighing in relief. "Such a stressful day... Nearly had my hide burned off by Landia, the Lor is in pieces, and much of my time was spent trying to gain Meta Knight's trust..." He undid his collar, slowly stripping down as he recalled the day's events.

"I'm glad that I got to learn more about the war, and his history, but jeez... That guy sure is intimidating!" His ears twitched as his hood fell off of them.

"And Kirby... for a little kid like him to be as powerful as Meta Knight says... that [i]definitely[/i] doesn't put me at ease..." His cape gently slipped to the floor.

"Ugh... I expected trouble—it would've been stupid of me not to—but I never would have thought today would have gone this stressfully!" He tossed his collar aside, causing the rest of his clothes to drop to the floor. He let out another exasperated sigh. He was so stressed, and not ready to sleep just yet... but tonight he shared the Lor with four others. Could he get away with...?

He went to the door and cracked it open, peering out to see if anyone had left their room. The hallway was empty, and other than some snoring from the far end of it, all was silent. He carefully shut the door and lay back onto his bed. He closed his eyes as he reached down to idly rub at his slit. His other hand moved to grip the overs at his side as he felt the pleasurable sensations begin, and he eagerly looked forward to more of the same. Gradually, his arousal grew, causing his shaft to start peeking out of his slit. His hand moved to rub it accordingly, causing his body to shiver. As his erection reached its full mast, he gave it a slight squeeze before slowly, gently stroking it. He moaned at this nice feeling, almost a bit too loudly, but he didn't want to waste time thinking about that. No, at this moment, the only thing on his mind was stroking himself to climax.

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Meta Knight was well on his way to falling asleep when he heard some muffled muttering coming from the room next to his. He couldn't make out the words, but it sounded irritated. If Magolor was speaking under the impression no one was awake to listen, it was very possible he'd let something slip...

Slowly, so as not to make any noise, he unwrapped his wings from himself and slipped off the bed, decidedly ignoring the touch of cool air on his bare skin. He stood close to the wall separating his room from Magolor's, and listened.

After a long silence, he'd begun to fear he'd missed whatever it was the Halcandran had to say, but then he heard a noise that almost sounded like someone in pain, but not quite. He glanced to his left and noticed his sword and mask were still within reach, should he have need of them. His curiosity got the better of him, and he kept listening.

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"Ohhh, I really needed this..." Magolor's voice broke some as he continued stroking himself from base to tip. He gave himself a couple more squeezes, each causing another moan. "Sh-shoot... This feels so good..." he groaned, moving a shaky hand to his asshole. He prodded it some, just barely dipping one finger inside, trying to add to the pleasurable sensations.

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Oh. [i]That's[/i] what was going on.

Meta Knight quickly took a step back from the wall, feeling his face heat up a little. The possibility of his host doing something [i]that[/i] private hadn't occurred to him. It would be detestably wrong of him to keep listening now that he was aware of what was happening, but he wasn't sure he'd be able to ignore it. It had been quite some time since he'd done anything of this sort himself, and now that he had the idea, it did sound really good... And there wasn't much of a chance he'd be caught...

He berated himself for even considering the idea and quickly got back in bed before he could hear anything else. He lay facing away from the wall separating his room from his host's, and put the extra pillow he hadn't been using over his head in an attempt to block out any other sounds. He shut his eyes closed tight, taking deep breaths and focusing his thoughts away from what he'd heard...

It stopped working when he heard another loud, needy moan from the other room.

He grit his teeth, biting back a curse. This was the [i]least[/i] opportune time he could have been reminded of sex after going so long with a dormant libido. Even though he [i]really[/i] didn't want to, it was near-impossible not to picture Magolor lying on his bed, desperate for someone's touch. From the sound of it, that wasn't too far off from what was going on right at that moment.

The swordsman shuddered at the thought, hating that his mind going to places he didn't want it to. His body was threatening to follow suit—he had to struggle to keep his wings from unfolding in excitement, and they wound up trembling anyway. He realized he wasn't going to be able to ignore this now. Whether he tried to listen in on Magolor or not, it was inevitable his urges would get the better of him.

Knowing he would hate himself for it later, he hesitantly got out of bed again. He crept up close to the wall, reaching down with one hand to rub around his neglected slit.

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Magolor gave a desperate groan as he continued to prod his insides, trying and failing to satisfy his need. Sure, it felt good to finger himself, but it just wasn't enough. He needed something bigger, more filling.

"Mmn... I need something to put in me... [i]anything![/i]" he whined pitifully. He didn't expect the need to do this while he was away, and thus didn't pack anything to sate such lusts before leaving his home planet.

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The swordsman on the other side of the wall bit his lip, well aware he would have to hold back any noises he had the urge to make before they could get out if he was going to do this. Magolor sounded so [i]desperate[/i], and it didn't take long for the knight to start poking out of his slit upon hearing his pleading. He ran his thumb over his tip in circles, shuddering and trying his best to keep his wings from unfolding, but it was easier said than done. He'd forgotten how [i]good[/i] this felt.

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"Wh-what I wouldn't give to have someone take me right now... I need it so bad...!" the Halcandran continued pleading, fingering himself deeper. "Oh, someone... please just push me down and... and pound me hard!" he begged to nobody in particular, certain that he wouldn't get any sort of response. He couldn't ask anyone here for help with this. Kirby was far too young, Dedede seemed like he'd be too big, and his servant was a bit on the small side. Meta Knight seemed just right as far as size went. Even aside from that, Magolor had to admit to himself, the knight had some qualities he found alluring, power and intelligence not being the least of them... But there was no way someone like him would be interested in having sex with someone he'd just met, right? Besides, he was probably asleep by now anyway.

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The winged warrior had to bite down on his free hand to keep from moaning, and ended up leaning most of his weight against the wall as a result, completely erect now. Hearing the smaller male sounding so wanton and needy was getting to him. His eyes shut tight and he started pushing into his hand, thinking about doing the same to his Halcandran host. His wings began twitching with every wave of pleasure he got, unfolding more, and he panted with the effort of his thrusting, his pulse speeding up. It was getting increasingly difficult not to just barge into the other room and give Magolor what he wanted, but he had too much sense to let himself do it. He couldn't be sure the alien completely meant everything he was saying; plenty of people said extreme things while being pleasured. Besides, they had only just met a few hours ago; it would be ridiculous to do anything like that so soon. There was a good chance he'd be rejected if he tried to join him anyway, or worse. Still, he was kind of cute, and he sounded [i]so desperate...[/i]

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As unlikely as it was, Magolor still couldn't stop thinking of how it would feel if Meta Knight took him right then and there. To have that mysterious, masked knight come into his room, and mercilessly pound away at his asshole, his voice low and filled with lust as he spoke in that exotic accent... The thought of it caused him to shudder. "Oohhh... M-Meta...!" he moaned, shutting his eyes tight and speeding up his strokes as the perverted thoughts filled his mind.

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“Nn-[i]nngh...![/i]” the aforementioned knight let a moan slip out through his clenched teeth when he heard his name spoken with so much desire, and his wings snapped wide open, knocking his mask off the nightstand. It hit the bedpost with a loud [i]clang[/i], and although he realized his mistake, he couldn't bring himself to stop. It felt too good after going at least a decade or two without, and it felt even better with pre-ejaculate leaking into his glove, making it a bit more slick. At the very least, he managed to slow his thrusts a little, tightening the grip he had on his length, panting open-mouthed.

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Magolor froze and felt his heart skip a beat as he heard noise from the room next to his.

Meta Knight's room.

Should he check on him? Did Meta fall off the bed? Or... was he awake the whole time?

Magolor climbed off the bed and quietly put his ear to the wall in order to listen. "Um... M-Meta Knight? Is... is everything alright?" he asked, his voice still shaky.

“Ff-fine!” the swordsman called back, unable to keep his voice even. “Aagh, mierda...!” he cursed under his breath, fighting to get his wings back under control as they started threatening to flap in time with his thrusts. He braced himself against the wall with one hand and stopped moving completely, trying to catch his breath.

Magolor blushed as he heard the knight speak. He certainly didn't [i]sound[/i] fine... Actually, to be honest, he sounded [i]very[/i] fine... He shook his head before responding, ignoring his dirty thoughts for the moment.

"U-um... Are you sure? Because it sounds like you're... um... y-you know..." his words died in his throat before he could finish. After a brief pause, and an audible gulp, he decided to chance it. "Uh... Sh-should I come in and check? Just to make sure everything's alright?”

“Th-that's, err...” Meta Knight grasped for words, having trouble thinking straight with his mind in a haze. He ran his thumb back and forth over his tip again, unable to help himself. “That m-may not be the be-est of ideas, ahorrra...” He got stuck rolling the 'r' for a bit longer than he should have and chided himself for mixing his languages up so often. “I'm—aah—indecent...!” he struggled to keep his voice from getting higher and his shuddering from being audible, but to little avail. Strangely, the idea that he might be caught only aroused him further. His legs started shaking, making it difficult to stand.

Magolor shivered, reaching down to give himself a few slow strokes. It was obvious Meta had been listening in on him the whole time, and in his aroused state he couldn't find it in himself to be mad. It only made him want it more.

"O-oh... I uh... Very well." He backed away from the wall, and took a deep breath...

… before carefully leaving his room, making sure not to wake the others, and opening Meta's door without warning. He couldn't help but give in to his urges now that Meta Knight was... in a similar situation as he, so to speak.

Of course, the knight had tried to grab his mask and put it back on when he'd heard the door opening, but he'd knocked it too far away to reach it in time, and was left standing wide-eyed and frozen in place with one hand gripping his erection and the other reaching toward his signature piece of armor.

That much was to be expected. What the Halcandran didn't expect to see was a face that so thoroughly betrayed the voice behind it. Meta looked... [i]adorable[/i], especially with his face flushed, and looking as if he'd just been caught with his hand in a cookie jar. As Magolor looked over the rest of the knight's body, taking in his... [i]assets[/i], he gave a small smile. Despite the cute face, he definitely wouldn't mind being taken by Meta. He wouldn't mind it the other way around, either, later on down the road.

“Do you, uh... need help with that?" he finally asked, blushing furiously and unable to take his eyes away.

“I-I...” the winged swordsman stammered helplessly, feeling completely mortified and far too exposed. No one else alive today knew what his face looked like except Kirby, and it had been far longer since he'd been seen completely nude. As difficult as it was with his blood rushing through his veins, he managed to cover himself with one trembling wing as he retrieved his mask. “I w-would, si, but...” His hands were shaking too much to put it back on properly, and it only made him feel that much more foolish.

Magolor flinched a bit at Meta's reaction. He hadn't realized how much he wanted to keep his face hidden, although he could see why. Nevertheless, he slowly came closer, bringing a shaking hand to pat the winged knight gently on the back.

"Uh... I-I can help... i-if you'd like me to, that is!" he insisted. Despite his nerves, he made no attempt to hide his own erection, which subsequently pointed straight at the embarrassed puff.

“Uno m-momento...” the latter mumbled, still fumbling with the mask. After another short moment it slipped out of his hands and fell to the floor, at which point he gave up on saving any last remaining shred of dignity he had left. It was too late, anyway, now that he'd been seen, but at least Magolor hadn't made any comments about his face.

“Are you c-certain? We only met today...” he protested half-heartedly, still not meeting the other male's eyes, and making a valiant—if somewhat unsuccessful—effort not to stare at him elsewhere. His morals were against them doing such things so soon after meeting, but his body craved sex so badly, he was tempted to do it anyway...

"Yes! I-I mean, if you're alright with that," the smaller male caught himself, though he eagerly grabbed one of Meta's hands in his joy. "U-um... do you want your mask back on, or...?" he trailed off, glancing down at the armor piece for a brief moment. Granted, he doubted it would matter too much if Meta were to take him from behind, but still, part of him didn't want to keep that adorable face hidden.

"Never mind it." The armsman shook his head a little, unfurling his wing and trying very hard not to blush. He had little success once he saw a very visible bead of pre-ejaculate on his tip.

Magolor took note of the precum bead as well, and almost without thinking, he lowered his hand to gently rub Meta's tip just a little. With the pre now on his fingers, he began to lick them clean, getting a good taste of the knight.

"D-Dios mio..." Meta Knight whispered, a shiver passing through him as he watched. He felt a particularly strong throb, and gave his length a brief squeeze to sate it. "What shall we do first?"

"Well... Y-you probably heard how much I uh... How much I... wanted to be filled..." the other male stammered, averting his gaze for a moment, a little embarrassed upon realizing how much of what he'd said was overheard. "But uh... I didn't bring any lubricant. So unless you have an idea, entry might be a bit... rough." he put delicately, rubbing the back of his head.

“Hmm...” That was definitely going to be an issue. The winged swordsman glanced downward and realized he'd been leaking more than he had thought, though, and he'd inadvertently coated himself in it from base to tip. He still wasn't too far along, either. “I'd suggest more foreplay. It's... been a while, para mi, so there's a lot backed up.” He felt unclean talking this way, but it didn't bother him enough to stop.

Foreplay sounded really good to Magolor at the moment. The only issue was his minimal experience with an actual partner.

"Uh... About that foreplay, uh... anything in particular you'd like me to do? Um... I could l-lick it some? If you'd like?" he stuttered, finding himself gazing at the knight's length some more.

“Ay, maltida sea...” As nice as that offer sounded, Meta Knight had to decline it. The thought of Magolor sucking him off with his cute little mouth made him shiver a bit, and the more aroused he got, the less attention he paid to which language he spoke. “I would say yes, pero saliva dries too quickly.” He backed up a pace, then hoisted himself onto the edge of the bed with a couple downward wing flaps. “Para nuestros purposes, it would be best to keep to mild teasing for me, or simply nothing, por un poco mas.” He slid one hand across the empty space beside him invitingly. “We could focus more on you, si tu prefieres.”

"Um..." the other male looked puzzled. Meta seemed to be switching between his two languages more often now. He only understood a few things that the knight was saying, though of what he did catch, the part of "focusing more on him" made his face beet red.

"F-focus on me? Uh... what do you mean by that?" he asked, sitting close beside him.

"Here..." the swordsman murmured, taking one of Magolor's hands in his own. Deliberately holding eye contact, he leaned in and softly kissed the back of it. Even if what they were about to do wasn't completely within his morals, given how recently they'd met, he wasn't going to abandon all semblance of chivalry.

"Where would you like me to touch you?"

Magolor stuttered briefly as the knight kissed the back of his hand. He hadn't expected the knight to be so... [i]suave[/i]. Aside from feeling a little flustered, though, he didn't mind it.

"U-um... Here...?" he asked, pointing toward his aching erection.

“Hmmm...” the larger of the two hummed in a husky tone, leaning in closer. He used the same hand he'd been handling his own appendage with to grip the Halcandran's base, and the other to hold him close. Wrapping one wing around him, he began to stroke it slowly but firmly from base to tip and back. “Like so?” he murmured, his breath teasing his partner's feline ear.

Magolor covered his mouth to muffle a moan, his ear twitching as Meta Knight's breath crossed it. He leaned back into the swordsman's body, placing a hand against him to keep himself steady.

"Y-yes..." he whispered back. A few small beads of precum dripped from his tip, slowly spreading across the rest of his shaft thanks to his partner's stroking.

Assured that his host was satisfied with his ministrations, Meta Knight used his wing to completely close the gap between them. He kissed the Halcandran slowly and tenderly, and ran a hand up and down his back. His eyes slipped closed, and a contented sigh escaped him as he paid attention in particular to Magolor's underside. This was [i]far[/i] better than handling things on his own. He hadn't been intimate like this with anyone in so long...

The kiss made Magolor jump just a bit. Now that, he [i]definitely[/i] didn't expect! Combined with the gentle back rubs, this caused Magolor to whimper and moan, and more precum to leak out. He was so unused to being treated tenderly, and he wasn't sure how to react. What he'd wanted was less... soft. Having his partner treat him as a gentleman would almost made him feel a little guilty, as if he didn't deserve it. [i]'Almost'[/i] being the key word there.

He pulled away slightly, and covered his mouth in embarrassment after the kiss was broken. "I-I... I didn't... this is... I wasn't expecting you to be so... well... I'm used to things being rougher," he stammered, at a bit of a loss.

“Lo siento,” the knight apologized, removing his wing and folding it back behind him. It [i]had[/i] been quite a while since he'd done this. Maybe the way he was used to it had grown outdated? Or perhaps it was just a matter of differing cultures? Either way, the idea for now was to put Magolor's desires before his own, so as much as he wanted some romance and intimacy, he'd have to try and adapt a little. His grip on the smaller male's length tightened minutely, and he sped up his strokes.

“Is this better?”

At the sudden change, Magolor leaned back into the puff, hugging him tightly. He bucked forward involuntarily, and his moans became louder and more frequent.

"Mmmh! Y-yeees!" he cried out. Not that there was anything wrong with what the knight was doing before. As a matter of fact, it was a rather nice change of pace. However, as nice as it felt, what he wanted from the start was something more aggressive. Perhaps they could try the gentler route another time.

Hesitantly, the armsmaster returned the embrace with his free arm, a little fearful of making a wrong step now. He had to stay his wings from wrapping around the other male, at least, but it was so instinctive they trembled a bit with the effort, and he wound up folding and unfolding them a bit awkwardly to keep them occupied. He started throbbing for the same kind of attention he was giving to his partner, but deliberately ignored it, trying to think of what else he could do.

“Would, err...” he faltered a little, feeling out of his element. “Would you like me to talk dirty to you?” He hadn't tried that before, but it couldn't be too terribly difficult.

"A-ahh... Um... Y-you don't have to if you f-feel uncomfortable doing it," Magolor assured, finding it hard to speak properly while Meta was jerking him off. He glanced over to his partner's throbbing member, and slowly moved one of his hands to it.

"Maybe... maybe I can return the favor?" he suggested, beginning to firmly grip the knight's manhood. Ah, the glorious feats one could do with floating hands.

The latter male hastily removed his left hand from Magolor's back to roll it into a fist and bite it, struggling not to moan. He stopped moving his other hand for just a moment, having trouble focusing past the pleasure.

“S-si, yes... Pero, keep it slow, please,” he requested, fighting the urge to start pushing upward. He ran his thumb over his partner's tip before stroking the shaft quickly again. “I'll last longer, a-and more will come out that way,” he explained, his voice quivering just a little. “It's been... [i]ages[/i]...”

"R-right..." the Halcandran nodded, keeping his ministrations slow and teasing. He gave occasional, gentle squeezes between strokes. Meta Knight was certainly doing a good job on his end, though. Almost [i]too[/i] good.

"U-um... D-do you think you could slow down a bit too? Y-you're uh... you're really good at this, and I don't want to... you know... finish too soon," he asked, a little embarrassed.

“Por supuesto,” the knight obliged, unwrapping his hand from the appendage entirely. He rubbed the underside alone with only his palm, slowing the pace significantly. He got the urge to kiss him again, but decided against it, and licked his lips wistfully. “Would you prefer to be fingered, perhaps?” he tried a different offer, figuring maybe an activity he considered less intimate and more plainly sexual would tempt him less.

Magolor shuddered and bit back a plaintive sound before it could get out. As much as it pained him to have that wonderfully fast pace taken away, it was best to keep going as long as he could. At Meta's suggestion, his shaft twitched in anticipation, likely giving the knight his answer already.

"Y-yes, please!" he answered quickly. Oh, how he'd waited for something like this!

Meta Knight removed his hand from Magolor's length and noticed his glove had gotten thoroughly soaked in their intermixed fluids. It would more than suffice.

“Get comfortable, then,” he prompted, trying not to blush at the thought of it and thoroughly failing. He would [i]definitely[/i] have to wash his gloves after this was all said and done.

"O-okay." Magolor nodded before positioning himself to where Meta could get to his asshole without any trouble, lying on his stomach. "Um... I-I know I really want this, but... c-could you start off slow, please?" he requested, covering his face in embarrassment.

“Si, si,” the armsmaster soothed, placing a clean hand on his rear. He used his thumb to spread his partner's entrance a little, then slowly pressed the index finger on his other hand inside. Although his asshole was taut, there was minimal resistance, given how well-lubricated his finger was. He only stopped once it was as far in as he could get it, and was pleasantly surprised at how warm it felt inside.

“Should I move it yet?” he asked, not wishing to cause any pain.

Magolor had to bite his hand to keep from moaning out loud as the knight pushed his finger inside of his entrance. It felt so good, and yet was so painfully slow. Meta could probably feel his entire body quivering.

"Y-yeah... Please move it!" the Halcandran pleaded after removing his hand from his mouth. [i]Don't keep me waiting any longer! I've been wanting something like this all day![/i]

Steadily, the armsmaster began pumping his finger in and out, not bothering to start out very slow given how needy his partner sounded. He briefly gave himself a gentle squeeze, biting his lip as he leaked out more fluids. It wouldn't be too much longer until there was enough lubrication between them to move on to the next step.

"Oohhh yeeess..." Magolor sighed, relaxing himself a bit more as the winged puff thrust his finger inside him. It was a bit bigger than his own finger, and more satisfying to have someone else do the work for him. His eyes closed as he enjoyed the moment, and images of them taking this even further flooded his mind.

Meta Knight's breathing got a little heavier as he listened to the sounds Magolor was making. It was difficult to fight the urge to just plunge in right then and there, and he ended up moving his arm a bit faster to speed things along, his patience waning. Looking for a distraction in the meantime, he decided to go ahead and try talking like he'd mentioned earlier, although it shamed him a bit too much to do it in words Magolor would understand.

“Quiero follarte tan malo...” he murmured in a tone that spoke for itself even without the words' exact meaning being clear.

Magolor's body gave another shake at Meta's words. Despite having understood none of it, the way he said it only made him want to hear more. 

"M-moorrree!" he groaned, noticeably drooling at this point. Oh, how he wanted Meta to go ahead and take him right then and there...

“Eres tan lindo...” the larger male continued, a hint of desperation in his voice. “Quiero correrme dentro de su culo...!” As true as the statement was, he felt perverted to be saying it aloud. He reached down to give himself a few slow strokes, spreading his precum over his length a little more. The anticipation was getting to him. He longed to get closer, to feel the other's body against his, to bring them both more pleasure...

Finally, he removed his finger, still breathing heavily. He couldn't wait any more.

“Turn onto your side,” he ordered, letting go of his own length.

Magolor whined a bit as the puff removed his finger. He had momentarily lost himself in the pleasure, but he followed the knight's orders, and flipped to his side.

"D-does this mean... ? Are we going to...?" his words faltered, though it was obvious what he intended to say.

[i]Are we going to finally take it further?[/i]

Meta Knight could only look him in the eyes and give a single nod.

He positioned himself on his side, behind Magolor. He wrapped both arms around him snugly, longing to get as close as possible. One of his wings lay splayed across the bed while the other draped over them both. His tip brushed against his partner's entrance, but he didn't push in just yet.

Magolor clenched in excitement as he felt his partner's member brush against him. This was it. They really were going to go all the way! It was strange. After trying so hard to gain Meta's trust, this very night, they had ended up so close to each other, about to actually have sex. That was certainly one way to make an impression on day one...

“Are you certain you want this?” the larger of the two whispered into his partner's ear again, nuzzling against him a little. He wanted to offer one last chance to reconsider, although he was sure he knew the answer. The catlike alien gave yet another shiver at the whisper, and a shaky nod in response.

"Yes... Please!" he begged, turning his head to nuzzle back into him as best he could. There was no reason to stop this now, after having gone so far!

Satisfied with having been given full consent, Meta Knight pushed forward, cautiously slipping into the smaller male's rear.

“Mmmh...!” He was unable to suppress a moan upon feeling his partner's tight warmth envelop him, squeezing down on his most intimate of areas hungrily. Similarly, he hugged the other male just a little closer, planting a few soft kisses behind his ear. He pushed in until he was as far as he could go, shuddering lightly as he was reminded of this feeling he'd nearly forgotten about, not having experienced it in so long.

Briefly, the thought flashed through his mind that he was making a horrible mistake, both in doing such sexual acts with someone he barely knew, and by extension, how vulnerable doing these things made him. He was faintly aware that giving himself to someone physically also meant giving himself to them emotionally, whether he wanted to or not, and he very much doubted Magolor felt the same way. Even if his partner wanted nothing more than the physical aspect of this and not the emotional, the swordsman found it impossible to be satisfied with just one and not the other. They would likely never be anything more than what they were now, and he knew that. Even up to this very moment, he couldn't completely trust Magolor.

Soon, though, he set those thoughts aside, disregarding them on the basis that he couldn't stop now even if he wanted to. It felt far too good to be so [i]close[/i] to someone again, to have someone else's body against his, even if only for a short time.

"Ohhhh yessss~ Finally..." Magolor groaned as the larger male pushed himself in all the way to the hilt. He'd never dreamed that Meta Knight, of all people, would trust him enough to do this the very day they met! But here they were, going all the way!

"W-well... Whenever you're ready, go ahead and start thrusting, please!" he begged. His drooling appeared to have continued, as though he were hungry for more, adding to the noticeable wet spots already on the bedspread.

“I-if you insist...” Meta Knight was slightly caught off-guard by that request. He'd expected to have to wait a moment for Magolor to accommodate, but supposed it would make sense if he did this rather often, given his behavior thus far...

Regardless, the winged warrior pulled out until only his tip was left inside, then pushed all the way back in, taking in a sharp breath through his clenched teeth upon feeling a strong wave of pleasure wash over him. He moved slowly at first, making sure he was at a good angle, then picked up speed a little once he was more certain. Hot waves of euphoria overtook his body, and he wound up panting open-mouthed onto the back of the Halcandran's ear. He wasn't able to keep a few moans from leaving him between breaths.

“Aah... Hhh... [i]Haahh...![/i]”

Though Magolor did have some marginal experience dominating partners, he was far more of a bottom, so to speak, and it felt so nice to start the real fun.

"Oohhh yeeaahhh... That feels so good...! Don't be afraid to go a little harder! I-I can take it if you can give it!" he assured, thoroughly enjoying being filled. He gave his own member a squeeze to add to the pleasure a little, moaning softly.

The armsman took notice of this and pushed his hand away, taking it upon himself to see to it his partner was taken care of. He curled his fingers around the Halcandran's length and started stroking it in time with his thrusts. The wing that lay over them both started to tremble as he complied with the previous request, pushing forward a little harder. He found himself having to hold his partner in place with the arm the lay underneath him. Subsequently, the pleasure he was feeling gave him the urge to bite down on something, but with both of his hands busy, he was left clenching his jaw instead, taking sharp breaths through his teeth.

Magolor's hand weakly flopped aside, allowing the puff to stroke his shaft for him. He certainly wasn't expecting [i]that![/i] Usually he would have to take care of that on his own. He had to admit, Meta Knight was very caring of his needs. He smiled; moaning loudly as his words failed him. All he could really say was his partner's name, and he called it out loudly as the knight continued to please him.

“Mmh...! M-Meta Kniiigght...!

“Nnngghh...!” the winged swordsman's voice got higher in pitch as he inched closer to climax. He [i]loved[/i] hearing his name uttered that way. Needing something besides that and the pleasure to focus on, he tried to adjust his angle a little to push harder against Magolor's anterior wall. If his anatomy was similar enough to what the larger male was familiar with, there should be a particularly good spot to hit somewhere... In the meantime, he tightened his grip on the foreigner's length a little, ever-so-slightly speeding up his rhythm.

Magolor squeaked as his partner pushed even harder, and for a brief moment, he was silent. The silence was interrupted by a loud moan the other male managed to briefly rub against a spot inside that felt [i]amazing[/i]. His back arched just slightly as Meta Knight turned it up a bit more, his whole body wracked with a jolt of pleasure.

"Oohhh Meta...! I-I'm... I'm close! Please don't hold back!" he begged, lingering just on the edge, tantalizingly close to release.

“Wh-where...? Mmmh!” the swordsman struggled for words, shivering with ecstacy. “Where sho-ould I... ff-finish...?” he managed between breaths, nearing the point of inevitibility. He was going to cum soon, and he was powerless to delay it much longer. He wanted so badly to do it inside, but if his partner were to object, he would understand. He pushed just a little harder, eager for release, and his wing threatened to start flapping. He had to fight to keep it relatively still, trying to keep his angle the same once he'd assumed he found the right spot, given how Magolor had reacted.

"F-finish... oohhh...! Finish inside! P-please!" the latter pleaded. It took only a few more prods at his sweet spot for him to reach his peak, giving a long moan as his seed was shot across the bedspread. He clenched hard on Meta Knight's length when he hit orgasm, and it sent the latter over the edge faster than he'd anticipated, just moments after his Halcandran partner.

Overcome with bliss, the knight took in a sharp gasp, and his wings fluttered erratically. He wasn't able to contain a few excited moans as several spurts of semen were forcefully shot out of him. The pleasure was overwhelming after having gone so long without it, and for a moment it blocked out everything else, engulfing him in white hot bliss.

After those few wonderful seconds, they were both left panting and red-faced, their bodies completely spent. Meta Knight's limbs went limp once his thrusts died out, and he ended up with one arm still lazily draped over his partner, whilst his wings were sprawled in an ungraceful mess across the bed behind him. Magolor would likely have been in a similar state if he had limbs, but even still, his hands lay limp on the covers before him.

The larger male wanted to say something once his breathing had slowed a little, but couldn't find any words that sounded right. Instead, he nuzzled into Magolor a little, weakly holding him close and reluctant to pull out just yet. The foreigner moved his hand to stroke the swordsman's cheek. His heart was still racing, even long after they both had finished.

"Th-thank you so much... I needed that," he murmured between breaths as he nuzzled back. It was only after he'd come down from his high that he noticed how stuffy the room had gotten, and the tell-tale smell hanging in the air certainly didn't help. The bed was an absolute mess, too; the sheets were strewn about and covered in cum and sweat. This definitely needed to be cleaned, but not right at the moment. For now, they both needed to rest.

"Uh... I'll have to clean this room up in the morning... Would you like to... uh... bunk with me tonight?" he offered meekly.

“Si, I would,” the other sighed wearily, pulling himself away and decidedly NOT looking to see if his fluids dribbled out of his partner's rear end as a result. He pushed himself up to a sitting position, and found he had to brace himself with one arm. He'd worn himself out more than he realized. His wings almost felt like dead weight dragging him backward. That didn't matter much, though—there were more important things to worry about.

“Er...” he started, unsure of how to put this. “If it's all the same to you... I would prefer that the others not be informed of... this. We'll never hear the end of it otherwise...” He supposed Kirby would be too young to understand it anyway, and Bandana Dee likely wouldn't have much to say on the matter, but he could only imagine what he'd have to endure if the King found out. On top of that, he didn't much care for making personal things like this public knowledge. In his opinion, private matters were best kept that way: Private.

"R-right." Magolor nodded, shakily returning to hovering above the floor. If the others knew what happened, that would most certainly change how they would view him, and he couldn't have that. Especially not this early.

"So um... I'll probably put these sheets away for now if you would like to clean up first. When you're done, you can head back to my room afterward and I'll be there soon?" he offered.

In Meta Knight's most frank opinion, the Halcandran was in more need of cleaning up than he himself, but he nodded politely anyway.

“Of course. Where is the restroom again? And should I assume it's not too badly damaged to work properly?” he asked just as the thought occurred to him, slipping off the bed. Immediately, he retrieved his mask and sword. He did [i]not[/i] plan on leaving his armor out of reach.

"The restroom is right at the far end of the hall." Magolor pointed as he gathered up the sheets, and placed them aside in such a way that no one could see the stains on them. "It works perfectly fine. Trust me, it was one of the first things I uh... made sure to test, if you catch my drift," he said, giving an awkward cough.

“Gracias,” the swordsman responded absentmidedly, more able to put his mask back on without his hands shaking this time. “Er, thank you,” he corrected himself after it was strapped on, gathering the other pieces of his armor but not bothering to wear them. He left the guest room, thankful the hallway was still empty, and entered the room at the very end of said hallway. He then set his armor down again and switched on a light.

It was a small and simple restroom with a single sink, and a washcloth bearing a design not unlike Magolor's robes hanging beside it. He considered using it to wipe himself, but then decided it best not to on the basis that someone else may be using it in the morning. Instead, he went with the toilet paper, and flushed it as soon as he'd gotten the fluids off of him. The less evidence, the better. It'd be too obvious something had been going on if there were a bunch of wadded up papers in the trash bin and nothing else.

The best he could do for his gloves was to run them under some hot water, wring them out, soak up a bit of the water using the washcloth, and put them back on once they were only somewhat damp. Once all that was taken care of, he once again gathered his armor, shut the light off, and left, gently pushing the door behind him closed with one wing. He went to Magolor's room and found himself having to use his wing to knock as well. It didn't work incredibly well, but it was better than kicking the door.

"Coming!" Magolor called from inside before opening the door for the knight, and inviting him inside. He was still completely naked save for his gloves, and showed no intention of gathering his clothes, having left them neatly folded on his desk. As a matter of fact, Magolor seemed to be almost completely clean. 'Almost' being the key word, as there was one last noticeable splotch on his side.

"Well then, I suppose if that's everything, we can, er... sleep now," he said, scratching the back of his head.

“Ehh...” The swordsman wasn't sure how to point this out politely. “I think you missed a spot, justo ahí.” He indicated the stray splotch with a wing tip, and briefly wondered how it ended up there in the first place.

"Hm?" Magolor put his hand to the spot Meta had pointed out. "Oops! You're right. I'll get it," he beamed, wiping it off with one finger and immediately placing it in his mouth, swallowing it. "There we go! I should be all clean now..." He gave himself one more look-over.

“R-right...” Meta Knight bit his lip and had to avert his eyes, lest he end up poking out of his slit again. He was able to stop his wings from unfolding, but they quivered visibly.

“Where, uhh... should I just set all this down by the bed, or...?” he trailed off, trying not to make eye contact. If he was to get enough rest to go with the others tomorrow, he couldn't afford to get all bothered again now.

"Oh, sure! Anywhere by your side is fine!" Magolor nodded once he was sure he had cleaned himself off completely, indicating the side of the bed he'd planned on letting the swordsman use. "Is there anything else you need before we go to sleep?" he asked just before yawning. Despite the question, the Halcandran began to drift toward the bed sleepily.

“No, that will be all,” the warrior answered, fighting back a yawn after hearing Magolor's. Too tired to care about organization at the moment, he set his armor down in an ungraceful pile adjacent to the side of the bed he understood as his. He hoisted himself onto the mattress and was just getting settled under the covers when the thought occurred to him to keep the mask and sword under his pillow, just in case. Another yawn escaped the smaller male as he crawled under the covers.

"That's good..." Magolor fumbled his hand around, feeling for the off switch on the bedside lamp for a few seconds before finally turning it off. "Good night..." he mumbled, absentmindedly snuggling up against the knight.

Rather than responding verbally, Meta Knight put one arm around the Halcandran, holding him close again. He lay one wing over them both and pulled Magolor in just a little more for a moment to steal one last kiss before letting his eyes slip closed, more than ready for a good night's sleep.

It might even be a better night's sleep than he'd had in years.