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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Magi:_The_Labyrinth_of_Magic
  Relationship:
      Sphintus_Carmen/Titus_Alexius
  Character:
      Sphintus_Carmen, Titus_Alexius
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Frottage, tsundere_boyfriends, Anal_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-11-12 Words: 10047
****** Le Souris Chasse Le Serpent ******
by daphnerunning, Galiko
Summary
     Titus shows up at Sphintus's door, a present in his hand and an
     apology on his lips. From then on, things get interesting.
This is totally unnecessary.
A ‘thank you’ from him isn’t going to do anything for Sphintus. It’s not going
to bring Lady Scheherezade any credit. It’s not going to advance his mission or
bring him closer to the truth or even help counteract the horrors they’d seen
down in the pit. It’s totally unnecessary, and stupid to boot, and Sphintus is
probably just going to laugh at him.
What an intolerable idiot.
Sphintus is such an idiot that Titus can’t believe his feet carry him to the
room the boy shares with Aladdin, can’t believe he actually went out and got
him a thank-you gift, though Sphintus will of course be obscenely grateful.
It’s the least he can do, after all. And then he’ll thank Titus, and they’ll be
even, and everything will be back to normal.
That thought firmly in mind, Titus raises his hand and knocks.
Maybe he won’t be home. If Titus is very, very lucky, he won’t be home, and
he’ll get to go out to the shops to return the gifts, and see all the people
again by himself which was exciting enough the first time.
 
"Door's open--ah, whatever, I'm coming--"
It swings open with a too-fast pull, and Sphintus' head cocks at the sight,
eyebrows lifting slowly. Of all people, this isn't who he expects. Definitely,
definitely not bratty, snobby, weird Titus, who looks for all the world those
very adjectives when his nose is in the air like it is right now. 
"Aladdin isn't here." It would be rude to blow smoke in his face, wouldn't it?
Sphintus barely resists. "If you wanted to tell him something, I'll pass it on,
I guess."
 
Now that he’s looking up at Sphintus, with that stupid pipe in his hand and
that cocky, arrogant stance--what does he have to be arrogant about, anyway?
About his family, from that little backwater? About his magic skill--
ridiculous!
Titus tries to remember that he’s not here to pick a fight. It’s for the best,
probably, to announce his intentions. “I’m here to thank you,” he says, certain
that Sphintus will be properly grateful. “For, ah, saving me.”
He thrusts out his hand, dangling both the little package and the ventilated
box. “These are some of the finest leaves used for smoking in Laem. And this is
the fattest mouse I could find at the pet store. For your snake.”
 
Huh. Well, this is new.
It's also pretty damn unexpected, and, uh, nice? Sphintus supposes. There's no
shaking the suspicion that this is some kind of trap, though; this is Titus,
after all, and the guy is just all kinds of weird and manipulative and Sphintus
only trusts him as far as he could throw him.
… Okay, admittedly, he could probably throw Titus pretty far, with how small
the other boy is, but that's beside the point.
"You're… welcome?" Yeah. This is awkward. "It's what I'm here to learn to do,
anyway, so it's fine. You didn't have to get me anything…" Though not accepting
it would be as rude as this brat normally is, and Kukulcan is already
slithering from the bed, smelling dinner. "Well, whatever. Come in for a
second, at least," Sphintus mutters, stepping away from the door with a little
sigh. "You're feeling all right still, I hope." It's more out of concern for
his own skill that he asks, though he'd never admit as much. Aladdin would hear
about it and scold him for three days straight about not giving a shit about
other people enough or something.
 
“Hmm? Oh, yes. I’m quite healthy.” How do Sphintus and Aladdin live in such a
mess? Granted, Aladdin seems the sort of person who can understand the
mysteries of the universe but not how to tie his shoes, but what is Sphintus’s
excuse for not being able to work a simple hangar? Perhaps he should offer the
assistance of some of his attendants to come and clean up--
No, that would come across as cruel. And funny, but he’s trying not to do that
right now, at least not until this whole thanking business is taken care of.
Curiosity does get the better of him, and he asks, “Can I watch him eat it?
Will he chase it if it runs? Is it bloody?”
 
Yeah, okay. Titus is definitely a weird kid, but at least that is sort of
amusing. "Let it out and see for yourself," is his amused response as Sphintus
simply plops himself back down onto the edge of his bed. "He's usually pretty
fast about it. Really, though, didn't expect you'd be the kind of guy into
watching that sort of thing; that explains the gift now."
 
“It’s more the lure of the forbidden,” Titus explains absently, eyes focused on
the flared head of the snake and the way the muscles move under the scales, the
intent way the slitted eyes follow the quaking ball of fur. “Laem is most
famous for the gladiator fights, but I was never allowed to go.” He bites his
tongue as the snake rears, suddenly regretting his decision as the head comes
down on the unfortunate fat mouse. Then again, the way the quivering lump makes
its way down the snake’s throat is entertaining enough to make up for it.
“Fascinating! How often does he need to do that?”
 
"… About every two weeks." Sphintus squints at him, exhaling a long stream of
smoke. "How do you live in Laem and not see the fights? And geez, sit down over
here or something, you're making my knees hurt." If Titus is going to show up
and try to be pleasant--well, Sphintus figures he can be the same, at least
marginally. And hell, he brought Kukulcan dinner, so that's a few points in his
arena. "Then again, I dunno why I'm surprised about the fights. Don't take this
the wrong way--" He's going to take it the wrong way, anyway. "But you're kind
of… sheltered." As in Aladdin's a goddamn baby and seen more stuff than you.
 
Titus’s cheeks flush, but he sits nonetheless, gingerly picking a spot that he
deems ‘almost clean enough’ on the edge (the very edge) of the bed. He blinks
in the smoke--how can Aladdin stand to live here, the place is nearly as bad as
one of those hookah bars he’s heard the guards talking about--and coughs once,
delicately, deliberately. 
“My lady is very...particular about what she wants me exposed to. In Laem it is
believed that a magician’s experiences shape his talent, and she is shaping
mine in a certain way, I assume.”
 
All right, he's fun to fuck with, if nothing else. Don't blow smoke in his
face, don't do it."So she wants you pure and delicately untouched." Sphintus
snickers, running a hand down the back of Kukulcan's head as the snake winds
his way up onto the bed, slow and languid from how contently full he now is.
"Considering Aladdin's already molested you once, guess that plan's ruined."
 
“I--”
Damn Sphintus Carmen, this is not what a proper thanking sounds like. Or
rather, the thanking for the thanking. Probably. Why, he doesn’t sound grateful
at all to have Titus--an Alexius!--in his bedroom. 
Titus folds his arms stolidly across his chest. “What he molested was something
I don’t have,” he points out, a bit grumpily. “I hardly think my lady would
take issue with a little boy trying to--ugh, it doesn’t bear talking about.”
 
Really, really fun to fuck with. "What if he knew you were a guy all along and
still wanted to grab your boobs?" Sphintus casually tosses back, taking a long,
easy drag from his pipe. "Hell, you are kinda squishy either way. Aladdin's a
sneaky one, the things I've seen him do to get at girls…"
 
“I--I don’t have boobs,” Titus snaps, folding his arms tighter. “No matter how
sneaky he is, that’s not going to put--and don’t call me squishy! That’s just
fashion you’re noticing for what I might add must be the first time.”
 
"Uh huh. What if he knew you were a guy and still wanted a piece? What would
your Lady say then?" Actually, that would be pretty hilarious, even though
Sphintus knows Aladdin doesn't swing that way. There's been enough girls thrown
into his bed to prove that.
 
This is not why Titus had come here. He barely restrains the urge to draw his
wand and challenge Sphintus to a duel, reminding himself that such an opponent
is hardly worthy of being defeated at his hand and besides Aladdin might be a
bit upset to find his roommate dead.
Nevertheless he scowls, letting his hat fall forward a bit to cover his eyes.
“M-my Lady doesn’t care about such base things, beyond my academical education
in their regard. She’s far too lofty to be bothered by something like that.”
 
'Academical education' in...--uh. What even does that mean? 
Sphintus is really starting to think this one has been locked up in a fancy
room all of his life and never let out. "Everyone cares about sex in some way."
Okay, it's mostly fun to watch Titus' reactions to everything the blunter he
gets, especially now that he's getting flustered. He's definitely got a pretty
face, especially when he's blushing. "Uh, though, if it's just in the
academic way, that's boring as hell."
 
None of his tutors--not even the ones Lady Scheherezade had hired specifically
to teach him everything he needed to know about, well, all that--had ever
spoken like that. “It was interesting,” he protests, thinking of the hours he’d
spent pouring over those glossy pages of the textbooks. “My tutors did a whole
unit on the mating habits of reptillians and mammals, including humans.” He
sniffs. “What’s the tutoring like in Heliohapt, do they make you watch two pigs
rutting?”
 
He chokes on his next inhale. "Hey, you're talking to royalty, you know--don't
be such a little brat," Sphintus growls in return, and at his hip, Kukulcan
hisses lowly. "It's a lot more hands on than that, thanks. You know, like being
hand delivered beautiful women that actually have boobs. And nice ones, at
that." He smirks, leaning back onto one hand. "Tutors telling you about 'mating
habits' aren't gonna teach you a thing unless you actually have experience."
 
Titus vaguely remembers that he’d come here for something nice, something non-
antagonistic. Now he flares at the tone more than the words, which are so
ridiculous that he has to scoff. “As if the royal house of Heliohapt could
afford to throw a single beautiful woman at you. Or do all of your brothers
have to share the same one?”
 
A slender brow ticks upward. "Asks the little snot that's probably never tasted
a girl's mouth. The hell do you know about sharing women?" 
 
Titus nearly chokes on his own saliva. He hadn’t expected Sphintus to come back
with that--with anything--and to talk about sharing women as if it’s something
people actually do? “I don’t have to have kissed a girl to know more about the
theory than you could even if you’d bedded a hundred of them!” 
It’s not his best comeback. He’s thrown, and it shows.
 
Ah, success. Sphintus blinks at him, unfazed, even as his lips slowly curl. "So
you haven't ever kissed a woman, huh." His head cocks for the casual addition
of: "How about a man?" 
 
Damn him.
Damn him, and how the hell does he know that when Titus has been so careful not
to tell anyone, when not even Lady Scheherezade knows?
He stands, face burning, and heads for the door. “Thank you for saving my
life,” he says stiffly. “Don’t feel obligated to do it again.”
 
God, what a stick in the mud. Sphintus kinda wants to smack him, or maybe shove
a cat at him or something to make him stop making that angrily embarrassed face
and loosen up a bit. Or perhaps even get him to smoke once or twice, that'll
calm him right down.
It probably all stems from nearly getting expelled right along with him, and
the fact Titus didn't seem too bad, if he was risking his life for some little
girl he didn't even know. 
"You know, in Heliohapt, we don't care about that sort of thing. Who you want
to kiss, I mean." His eyebrows arch. "I don't know about Laem, of course, but
wow, you should see some of the romance novels that get spread around in my
country. Uh, point is--I could give you a real lesson, if you wanted. Or are
you saving yourself like that, too?"
 
The blood pounds in Titus’s ears. Can Sphintus possibly be serious? God, what
an arrogant ass, to think that he would--
To offer to-- 
He’s probably not being serious. Sphintus never is. Mu’s offer, that pitying
offer to show him how a warrior deals with his own urges, had been more
genuine. “I’m not that sheltered,” he snaps. “I think I know when I’m being
mocked. You probably just want to tell Aladdin about how you double-checked for
him, right?”
 
Aaand this is what he gets for trying to be a little nice. "Actually," Sphintus
snidely retorts, kiseru dangling from his fingers, "it's because you've got a
nice ass, and a pretty face that I wouldn't mind kissing." He snorts, annoyed.
"I did save your life, you know. Part of it was because you were pretty, part
of it's because Aladdin seems to like you well enough, and I figure if he sees
something decent there, then there probably is." 
 
Titus blinks.
The anger drains out of him, even as he tries to call it back, because he
understands how to be angry when someone laughingly makes a grab for his ass. 
It’s hard to understand what to do when no one is laughing.
Or when the heat slowly creeps up his spine and it isn’t embarrassment, at
least not primarily. 
He swallows hard, looking away, face burning. Damn, if only he’d learned some
sort of spell to undo the past, he’d just go back to when he was sitting on the
bed and Sphintus had offered and he could say yes without losing face, and then
they wouldn’t have to talk about why, and…
“Sorry.” He has to force the word out, but the next ones come easier. “I’m more
used to people making a joke out of it. I’ve never known a man who...wanted to.
Before.” Ugh, he sounds so stupid.
 
That's a better reaction, and so is the apology, which mollifies his own
annoyance, somewhat. "Come to Heliohapt, watch what happens… uh, actually,
don't, that might shell shock you a bit." Lazily, he crooks a finger, scowl
fading back to a grin. "Considering everything I've heard about Laem… I'm not
surprised. I'm not making a joke, though. I was honestly curious when I asked,
you just need to loosen up a bit." 
 
Titus hates himself a bit for the way he steps forward, automatically following
the crook of that finger. Of course he doesn’t need to loosen up, he’s plenty
loose, it’s just that he’s from a whole different culture, and those barbarians
from Heliohapt don’t understand how civilized people--
Then again, Sphintus wants to kiss him. 
Even the idea of it burns a warm little pool, something panicky and fluttery in
Titus’s belly, and he swallows hard as if to drown it. “If you were just
curious, then...no. I haven’t.” He looks down at his folded arms, at the way
his hands are clutching so hard they’re white at the knuckles. “Though that’s
probably pretty obvious to you by now.”
 
"Yep." He's amused still, of course, but ah, he tones it down a bit. It's more
amusement towards Titus getting so damnably worked up over this, rather than
him having never been kissed. Kinda seems like a shame, really, because he
is pretty, sort of ridiculously so, and Sphintus leans over to set his pipe
down before reaching out and resting his hands over Titus', thumbs rubbing in
slow, easy circles. "That's okay, though. I offered to teach a beginner, not an
expert."
 
Sphintus is touching him. His hands, and that feels kind of good and oddly
reassuring, and at least he’d set the pipe down, and in a vague, giddy way
Titus wonders if he’ll be able to taste smoke. He swallows hard, trying to calm
the fluttering, trying to slow his breathing, and at least Sphintus isn’t being
an ass anymore. Slowly, Titus tightens his hands on Sphintus’s, and is the door
locked did I accidentally activate the Eye of the Rukh can my Lady hear my
heart beating even without the crystal I swear they can hear it in Laem--
 
He's kind of like a bird--at least, judging by fast that pulse is going, that'd
be a respectable guess. Like the little hummingbirds that Kukulcan likes to
eat, even, and Sphintus grins suddenly, fingers tightening around Titus's
wrists to haul him forward, abruptly between his spread legs to have him
closer. Maybe eating himwould be kind of fun. "Calm down. I'm not gonna bite."
A hand cups that pretty face, and Sphintus's head tilts, lips brushing the
corner of Titus's mouth before parting to nibble at his full lower lip. "Unless
you decide you like that."
 
Titus opens his mouth to tell Sphintus what an idiot he is, how only a
revolting peasant could think someone like Titus could like something so
vulgar, but all that comes out is a stupid breathy noise that sounds
suspiciously like a whimper. Even the smell of the other boy should disgust
him, but it’s intriguing, smoke and some kind of earthy musk, and Sphintus’s
lips--his lips--are so warm against his own. 
He’s supposed to be learning, yes--but the best kind of education is hands-on,
didn’t Sphintus say? 
Titus has never been so nervous in his life as in the split-second before he
leans forward, a little off-balance physically and a lot mentally, hearing his
heart like a drum in his ears.
 
Muchbetter. Even better than him being off-kilter and blushing, especially now
that Titus isn't talking. 
Sphintus's hands drag around to Titus's hair, and somewhere in the midst of
curling through it, his hat hits the floor, and Sphintus stretches up to kiss
him all the better for it. He doesn't bite, no matter how he wants to, because
Titus's lips are soft and plump and asking for it. The sweetness of his mouth,
too, is hard to resist when he nibbles and gently sucks on that lower lip, his
tongue swiping over it slowly before delving inside, all while his hands
tighten around the back of Titus's head. 
Yeah, he thinks he likes this one better when he's mostly quiet, making nothing
but those little noises and with his pulse pounding so hard that Sphintus can
hear it.
 
Even now, even like this, even with Sphintus’s tongue in his mouth and oh god
that’s probably the most obscene, arousing thing he’s ever felt, Titus hates
that Sphintus was right--
The books never said anything about this. 
Oh, they’d talked about how desirous mating could be, about the science of
arousal and the fact that animals seemed willing to die for it, but it had all
been so clinical compared to the way Sphintus’s hands are in tangled rough and
large in his hair, his mouth smoky and warm against Titus’s, and when he rests
his hands on the other boy’s shoulders they’re so broad, and it had never said
anything about how his body would feel like it’s melting, about to fall apart
or explode or how it prickles all over and makes him want to pant like a dog,
fingers digging in to pull Sphintus closer.
They’d never said he’d feel so lost.
 
Really good. Really much, much better, and a little rumble pulls from his
throat before he drags himself back to let them both breathe, though Sphintus
doesn't go far, not when Titus has softer lips than any girl he's kissed and
ah, damn, pulling back was a bad idea because the faces he's making, all
flushed and overwhelmed and really, really cute--
"Looks like you like it," he can't help but tease, and it's with an easy tumble
backward that he flops onto his back, yanking Titus with him and on top of him.
The kid weighs nothing, anyway, and Sphintus wants to roll him over and see
what he'll do if his back is pressed down into a mattress, but he also doesn't
want to get punched in the face, not when they're doing so well right now about
not snarling at one another.
 
Titus doesn’t let out a squeak of surprise, because that’s not dignified and he
used to care about things like that before Sphintus was touching him. Somehow,
the way gravity sinks into him brings them closer than before, and suddenly
he’s aware of Sphintus’s body against his in places he hadn’t thought about,
like his chest, his thighs, his nose close enough to brush against Sphintus’s
and all right, he’s kind of cute (kind of really handsome) when he’s not being
an arrogant little fool.
Titus’s breath catches, and he announces, “I’m going to keep kissing you,”
because if he’s saying it it doesn’t sound quite as much like he’s enjoying
Sphintus tossing him around.
 
"Uh huh. That's what I thought." There's a sudden, gleeful thought of what if I
did bite, just a little and even better yet, when Sphintus tilts his head to
the side to nuzzle and nudge at Titus's neck, what if I left marks.
Now that would be fun.
Sphintus parts his lips, teeth lightly scraping the side of Titus's neck as his
fingers tug lightly on his hair, keeping it out of the way and also judging to
see if Titus likes thatat all. He's been hard pressed to find a girl that
didn't, after all, if he pulled just right. "You've got the palest skin," he
murmurs, and it's with those words that he nips, just a light, tugging bite for
now before he sucks gently over the same spot.
 
This is really obnoxious, the way Titus keeps wanting to say things, wanting to
tell Sphintus he’s an idiot and most people in Laem are so pale and maybe he
would be too if he didn’t run around in the sun half-naked all the time, but
all that comes out of his mouth are more panting, breathy noises that trail up
into a squeal at the scrape of Sphintus’s teeth. He can’t help but wriggle on
top of the other boy, eyes fluttering shut and hands tangling in the front of
Sphintus’s tunic. “I--d-do that again--”
 
Oh. Yeah. Sphintus really, really likes that reaction. A huff of breath exhales
through his nose, and Sphintus for once wants to do little but obey the other
boy's commands, leaving him to bite down again, slow and firm with a little
suck afterwards that he knows is going to leave a bruise. The way Titus is
wriggling on top of him isn't fair, and his chest heaves, a hand dragging from
Titus's hair down his spine, kneading into his lower back as he tries, really
tries not to just grab a handful of his ass and pull him down harder. Don't
fucking scare him, he's never kissed anyone, let alone done something like
this. 
 
Titus’s mouth hangs open as he groans, losing all sense of propriety when
Sphintus’s mouth is so perfect, so slightly painful and who would have thought
he’d like something like that? Certainly it’s nothing he’s envisioned at night
when he’d taken himself in hand, as quietly as possible so he wouldn’t disturb
his attendants. 
That thought leads to another, that he’s embarrassingly hard now--and worse,
he’s sort of nestled up between Sphintus’s thighs, and it’s almost impossible
that the other boy can’t feel it. Just don’t let him pull away yet, let him
keep kissing me, I don’t want to stop, he repeats silently over and over,
pulling Sphintus’s face up for another, harder, more insistent kiss.
 
Oh, to hell with it.
In one, easy roll, Sphintus has Titus pressed onto his back into the sheets,
his own mouth hungry, insistent against those soft, pretty lips. A hand twists
up roughly into the other boy's hair--not too roughly, though he's pretty sure
now that Titus would like it, but certainly enough to pull when his fingers
drag close to his scalp and his teeth nip, just a bit, into Titus's lower lip
when Sphintus kisses him harder. 
Titus is hard against him, and that's all Sphintus needs to know, really--all
it takes for him to grind his own hips down, breath leaving him in a fast,
ragged exhale and his eyes shutting at how good it feels just to press against
someone like this, especially someone soft and yielding and damn, Titus has
nice thighs, too. He sort of can't help but grab one, kneading into soft,
squishy flesh and… yep, he has to pinch, has to.
 
Titus doesn’t even want to know what kind of noises he’s making now.
Everything has shifted, turned upside down in a fraction of a second and
suddenly Sphintus is on top of him, the savage, and Titus doesn’t shouldn’t
can’t like the solid weight of him, the hard press of his muscles down against
him. He flinches, letting out a little yelp, thigh twitching as he squirms
under the weight of Sphintus’s body. “I--”
Sphintus’s hand is on his thigh.
“I’m not--”
His teeth are scraping over Titus’s lip.
“But--”
And from the press of his hips down, Titus isn’t the only one who’s hard.
He groans, surrendering to the madness of the moment, and grabs Sphintus’s
hand, dragging it up between his legs. “Touch me.” It was supposed to come out
a command, but damn if it doesn’t sound like a plea.
 
These are the kinds of orders he can get used to hearing from Titus, and the
kind he never, ever wants to disobey. But still--"Got a better idea," Sphintus
mutters, tilting his head to give Titus's throat another, soft bite, even as he
paws open Titus's robes, and--no surprise there, his cock is as pretty as the
rest of him, flushed and aching and leaking as he drags a thumb down the length
of it. His idea almost flies out the window, and his only reminder is how hard
he is now, too, which prompts him to drag his hand away in favor of fumbling
with his own clothing and puling his own cock free. 
Sphintus thinks he's probably going to hear something about how it's disgusting
how he spits into his own hand before wrapping long fingers around them both,
but it would fall on deaf ears what with how his pulse pounds so hard in his
ears that he can't think. Skin against skin is infinitely better--slick and hot
and there's no helping the roll of his hips down into his own grasp, against
Titus's own pretty, pretty cock, and he squeezes them both as he sucks on the
side of Titus's neck, breath escaping hard and fast with each stroke and grind.
 
Titus never thought he'd care if someone had big hands or not.
That was before Sphintus's big hand wrapped around his cock and Titus's
together, squeezing them in his grip and stroking down the length and that's so
much betterthan anything he'd done in the privacy of his own bedsheets. He has
to remind himself that it's all right to make noise, no one is going to wake up
and stare at him, it's only him and Sphintus and Sphintus's staring is only
making him harder.
His fingers slide down to twine with Sphintus's, pale and dark together as he
adds his own grip no matter how his breath hitches, how he thrusts up wildly
into their joined hands and--
He squeezes his eyes shut, unsuccessfully biting back a shriek as he comes too
fast and too hard and oh god that's messy, spilling over both of them and their
hands as he shivers, other hand still tangled in Sphintus's tunic. 
Their neighbors in the next room over are going to hear all of this, and damn,
if that isn't alluring.
The thought of someone walking in, seeing Titus Alexius sprawled over his bed,
flushed and panting and writhing beneath his hand--yeah, that's nice. Sphintus
grins, biting, sucking harder at that soft, pale throat at his own breath
escapes raggedly through his nose, hot, fast pants of it brushing over Titus's
ear as he switches their grip, grabs Titus's hand and wraps it around his own
cock. He can still feel the other boy shaking, trembling, but it doesn't matter
when Sphintus holds his hand there, hips jerking forward into that soft, soft
palm, and god, he comes fast, spilling over Titus's stomach with a breathless
groan muffled into his bruised and bitten neck. 
 
Slowly, the realization starts to sink in.
Titus swallows hard, trying not to have a moment. He's filthy and sticky and
messy, with an uncultured barbarian lying on top of him like this is some
bloody trashy novel like Lady Scheherezade never lets him read. This wasn't
supposed to happen, he'd just come over to thank Sphintus and watch a snake eat
a mouse, not to be held down and rutted against.
Somewhere in the dreamy wriggly feeling between his brain and his mouth, the
sharp orders get lost, changed somehow into, "Do all your kisses end like
that?"
 
Sphintus rolls to the side with a heavy, sated exhale, some part of his mind
reminding him that he's bigger than Titus and flopping on him would probably
have bad results. "Nope." Reflex makes him reach over to thoughtlessly grab his
pipe. "Just the good ones."
 
A slow curl of jealousy unfolds in Titus's chest. Sphintus gets to do this all
the time? Is that what life is like, in Heliohapt? No wonder Lady
Scheherezade's advisors had kept him away from such things. 
Then again, they're not here now, and he's sort of--extremely--glad.
"Teach me how to smoke?"
 
Sphintus blinks, the request taking him off guard--pleasantly so, once it sinks
in, and he grins slowly. If he's single-handedly responsible for corrupting
every bit of Titus, then he's damned proud about it. "Yeah. Okay. Where are
those leaves you brought me? We'll try them together."
 
Titus leans to the side, plucking the package from where Sphintus had set it
carelessly down. "I've never tried it, but they're supposed to be very good,"
he says, opening the box even as he tries not to wonder if they can grab a
sheet or something, or if he's just supposed to lie here all exposed and
sticky. "Uh--did you lock the door?"
 
"Nah." On a whim, Sphintus leans over the side of the bed, grabbing a discarded
cloth to toss it to Titus. "Here, you can clean up with that. And relax, no
one's gonna come in," he adds in-between wiping himself clean as well and
resetting his clothing before fiddling with his kiseru. "Smoking's easy, by the
way… you should do it more after this, it might make you less high strung."
 
The cloth is at least clean--at least, it is before Titus drags it through the
mess on his belly, cheeks flushing as he looks down at the soft curl of
Sphintus's cock. It's at least a good incentive to try and keep his temper, the
idea that Sphintus might do it again with him later. 
For now, he focuses on the pipe with a little shrug. "Might as well. It's just
one more thing I'll have to give up when I go home."
 
"… Do you have to think of it so pessimistically?" Sphintus grumbles, and he
lights the pipe with a little spark of his own magic. Inhaling deeply, he shuts
his eyes in pleasure, because god, when was the last time he had smoked
something this high quality? "Here," he murmurs, keeping it balanced in his
fingers still as he holds it in front of Titus's lips. "Inhale deep and slow,
and you won't cough so much the first time."
 
The only thing worse than humiliating himself by coughing would be coughing in
front of Sphintus, so Titus is careful. He closes his lips around the end of
the pipe, feeling a little thrill in knowing that they're sort of replicating
their kiss from earlier, and breathes in slow and deep. The smoke curls and
unfurls in his lungs, filling them slowly, spilling out from his mouth and nose
when he exhales. "N-not bad," he says, a little hoarsely, but he hardly needs
to dig his fingers into his palm to keep from coughing at all.
 
"Don't die," Sphintus teases, drawing his pipe away to take another, long drag
himself with a content sigh following. "Everyone coughs and stuff the first
time, don't kill yourself trying not to," he wryly says, and dangles it back in
front of Titus's face again. "Here, it gets easier." 
 
The second drag is a bit easier, even if Titus does ignore Sphintus's advice
and breathe deeply, determined that no matter what everyone does, he'll simply
do it better. "Does everyone in Heliohapt smoke?" he asks. He hadn't read about
that, but then again, he hadn't read about the royal family buying its sons
prostitutes either. 
 
"Not everyone. A lot of my family does, though, so I've never really thought
about it." Out of the corner of his eye, he watches Kukulcan slowly slink onto
the bed again, coiling himself directly behind Titus's head. Hmmm. Well, if
Kukulcan likes him well enough, that's a good sign--or maybe it's just because
of the mouse. "Guess your Lady would be less than thrilled to know about this,
huh?"
 
The thought curls like a hard lump in Titus's belly. "She...probably, yes. She
has...very specific ideas about what kind of magician--what kind of person she
wants me to be." 
He takes another drag on the pipe and relaxes back, eyes sliding half-shut.
"Sometimes it's very tiring."
 
"Sounds like it." Come to think of it, he's never seen Titus this relaxed, has
he? He looks a lot younger, and a lot sweeter. It's nice. Sphintus rolls over
onto his stomach, propping his chin in his hands as he simply surrenders his
pipe entirely to the other boy. "Well, you don't have to worry about it right
now. It's the same thing with me, sometimes. I'm expected to do my best while
I'm here and it makes my head hurt sometimes just thinking about it."
 
A thousand cruel retorts come to Titus's lips, and oh, any one of them would
make Sphintus's face twist in anger, and Titus could laugh and crow about how
perfectly he'd set himself up and it would be funny, and Sphintus wouldn't
smoke with him or touch his cock or kiss his neck ever again.
Come to think of it, that wouldn't be very funny at all.
The smoke fills his lungs, and for once it's easier to just lie here, even
nudging sideways a bit to bump his head against the other boy's arm. "Nice to
take a break sometimes," he says softly, head rolling to the side to meet
bright green eyes.
 
He's got to get Titus to smoke more often. 
Sphintus's lips twist into a slow grin, and he nods, shifting and turning to
run a finger over one of the bruises he left so recently on Titus's neck.
"Yeah. Just a little break is good enough."
 
Titus shivers at the touch, the smoke somehow making him feel just a little
fuzzy, just a little inclined to roll around and smile and even giggle a little
at the touch of Sphintus's finger. "Tickles," he murmurs, batting at it with a
lazy hand.
 
Maybe with less strong leaves next time. Eh, no, this is good, too. "Good." He
does pry the pipe away from him for a moment, though, all as he yanks a sheet
up and over them and settles down against Titus's side as he smokes. "You can
stay for awhile, if you want."
 
God, when is the last time Titus had honestly just had fun? 
He'd enjoyed going out into the city with Sphintus and Aladdin, but that had
been on his Lady's mission first and foremost, even if there had been a real
cat. But this...this is secret, special, for no one but him, and his eyes are
bright when he rolls on top of Sphintus instead. "What if I want to stay here?"
 
"Aladdin's gonna come back at some point." Not like he cares, but Titus
probably would, and he doesn't want to deal with his fussing about it. Sphintus
lifts a hand to pluck at one of Titus's braids all the same, turning his head
slightly to the side to exhale a breath of smoke. "But if you don't care, then
neither do I."
 
For a split second, Titus considers simply killing whoever comes through the
door. Not because he doesn't like Aladdin, but if a Magi finds out, then it's a
short leap to another Magi finding out, and...
Then again, instead of murdering his best friend...
 Titus gets up, flushing at how exposed he is, and locks the door before
wriggling his way back on top of Sphintus. "Just shout at him to go away if he
knocks," he murmurs, "or I'll hide under the blankets and you can say I'm a
girl, if he'll believe that."
 
It's not a bad plan, and Aladdin's brought enough girls back to their room that
he owes Sphintus. "It's his room, too, so he'll come in anyway, but we can try
the hiding route," he snickers, draping an arm around Titus with a little
rumble in his throat at how good the other boy feels, soft and warm and not a
bag of tension that Sphintus would normally expect. "You do look like a girl,
anyway, especially underneath a blanket. That's a compliment, before you get
pissed."
 
"I've heard it a lot," Titus admits, rubbing his cheek against Sphintus's
shoulder, squirming around until he gets comfortable. "I know I'm not, and Lady
Scheherezade never minded that I look like this, and a lot of men in Laem do.
It's just when--I mean, thinking I'm a girl and grabbing my chest in public are
really different things!" A little put-out at the memory, he huffs, flopping
his head down onto Sphintus's chest and enjoying the warmth.
 
"… It was really funny, though," Sphintus can't help but say, snickering at the
memory as he drags a hand through Titus's hair. "To be fair, though… I don't
think he even gets why that was, uh, rude. He's kind of a weird kid." 
 
"I know that now," Titus mumbles, eyes closing in pleasure at the feeling of
the other boy's fingers in his hair. "After seeing the way he follows Meyers
around like a puppy looking for a teat, it's pretty obvious." Idly, his hand
starts moving, tracing little patterns on Sphintus's chest. "Did he try to
grope you?"
 
"Nope, not once." It's probably just as weird being proud of that. "He did try
to pet Kukulcan, though… and I swore he'd get bitten, but he liked Aladdin
right away. Weird kid," he sighs through his nose.
 
Titus snatches the pipe back, taking a last slow drag before the leaves finally
go out. He's rarely felt so good, moving a little with each rise and fall of
the other boy's chest, feeling deliciously naughty about doing something so far
apart from his normal behavior. "When you thought I was a girl," he murmurs,
leaning up to tug on a triangular earring with his teeth, "did you think I was
pretty?"
 
A little shiver runs down Sphintus's spine, and his hands drag down Titus's
spine, sliding down to languidly curve about his hips. "I'm pretty good at
telling the difference, anyway." Though he had wondered for a few minutes--not
that Titus needs to know that. "You're pretty either way." He smirks. "It's
kind of obscene." 
 
That sends another pleased little wriggle through him, and the smile on his
face is positively mischievous. Sphintus's hands are big and warm on his hips,
and it feels sort of good to have them squeezing him like that. "Oh?" he asks,
arching a fine brow, sitting up so he's straddling Sphintus's waist. "What's so
obscene about the way I look, hmm?" 
 
Damn.
"… When you're sitting like that, everything," Sphintus mutters, his hands
squeezing tighter before trailing down, brushing soft, creamy thighs and
scraping his nails gently over them, liking the way Titus's flesh reddens so
easily. His fingers curve around, giving Titus's ass a squeeze to boot, because
how is he supposed to resist, exactly, when Titus is wriggling on top of him
like that? 
 
There's an odd sense of power in sitting like this, in having a man want him.
Titus has heard stories of that kind of thing but had dismissed them as things
that were so far from his own life to never apply. Every little brush of his
flesh against Sphintus's, every scrape of the other boy's nails into his
thighs--just even the fact that someone is touching his thighs, that someone is
looking at him like that-- 
It's intoxicating.
"Sorry," he murmurs, not sorry at all. He wriggles a bit, shifting forward and
back. "How should I sit?"
 
Sphintus lets out a breath slowly, his eyes briefly shutting as his hips lurch
up, body quick to stir when presented with something so enticing. Titus isn't
sorry. He's never sorry, and right now, that's a good thing. "Didn't say you
had to change anything," he mutters, thumbs dragging over Titus's hipbones,
giving his waist another little squeeze as he tugs him forward, just a bit--
making it that much easier to rub his half-hard cock along the cleft of Titus's
ass. "You look good."
 
Titus flushes pink at the praise even as he squeaks at the press of Sphintus's
cock against his ass. The fluttery, pounding feeling is back, even though it
feels slightly less terrifying, more familiar, like riding a wild boar he'd
already tamed once before. In fact, he reflects, that might be a really good
analogy.
He reaches back, wrapping a hand around Sphintus's cock, eyes lidding as he
strokes. "It's different from mine," he breathes. "Thicker."
A hard swallow follows the touch of Titus's hand, and Sphintus bucks up into
the touch, his fingers gripping until he knows they bruise. That he likes, too-
-the idea that Titus is going to have bruises from him marking him up,
something that no one else has ever gotten to do before. "Y-yeah." It feels
good, just rocking up into that touch, and Sphintus lids his eyes, dragging one
hand down to slide his fingertips along the length of Titus's cock in turn.
"Yours is prettier, though." Just like the rest of you. It has to be illegal to
be that pretty. 
Titus's mouth falls open at the hard squeeze to his waist, and when Sphintus's
fingers brush over his cock, he bites his lip so he doesn't make one of those
stupid whimpering noises again. It doesn't help much. He rocks gently, breath
coming shorter as he bucks into Sphintus's hand. "If we do it," he says softly,
swallowing hard at that thought alone, "you'll have to show me how to put it
in."
 
God.
That goes straight to his cock, and Sphintus has to bite his lip to keep from
coming right then and there, regardless of how recently he already did. "You'd…
ah… you'd want to do that?" Damn, he's hard now, and he hisses out a breath
through his teeth, rubbing insistently against the curve of Titus's ass,
shifting just enough so that the head of his cock rubs, presses against that
tight little hole before sliding away again. "You'd look really good," he hears
himself pant out, "with my cock inside you." 
 
Wait.
What?
Titus’s breath is a strangled, choked-off gasp at the press of Sphintus’s cock,
and he looks down, stunned. “Y-your cock? In me? I meant show me how to get
mine in you!” Surely he couldn’t be serious.
 
It's bad form to laugh. Fuck, though, it is sort of funny. "Yeah, no. I don't
think so. Someone like you… you're kind of made for it." 
 
It’s very difficult, Titus discovers for the first time, to draw himself up in
a fit of offended dignity while someone’s cock is pressing against his ass and
he’s straddling that same person’s waist. Somehow, it doesn’t ring quite true,
even as the heat rises in his cheeks. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?
You can’t think I’d let you--”
 
Ugh, he's getting talky again, and Sphintus really doesn't like him that way.
"It means," he breathes, gripping Titus's waist tightly as he lurches up,
biting his lip at the slide of his cock against Titus's ass once more, "that
you'd look good writhing on top of me. If you don't want to, fine, but
you started this, so at least let me get off like this." 
 
“I’m not going to--”
The end of the sentence trails up into a strangled whine at the press of
Sphintus’s cock against him, hard and hot and god, it’s got to be painful to be
that hard, he’s got to be aching--
Titus bites his lip, knowing he can hardly hide how much he likes it when
Sphintus rubs up against him, at the thought of the other boy just using him
like this to get off, like one of the beautiful women provided for his
education. His head bows as he groans at the thought, hands bracing against
Sphintus’s chest. “I--” his voice comes out hoarse and low. “If that’s how you
want to--use me--” Just saying the words makes him harder, as he’d guessed it
would.
 
Hell, if he’s going to be educating himself, he might as well be thorough.
 
That's just not fair. 
Does Titus even hear himself? Sphintus swallows hard, biting his lip to keep
back a rumbling groan as his hips jerk, trying so, so hard not to just lift the
frustrating little brat up and set him down on his cock. "You're… not playing
fair," he rasps, brow furrowing as his fingers slide around, kneading into the
soft, soft curve of Titus's ass, digging in to pull his cheeks apart because
god if he can help it. "When you say things like that… it makes me want to
shove your face in the bed." He nearly does, when his cock catches against that
tight little hole again.
 
Something secret and gleeful, some part of Titus he didn’t even know about, is
enjoying this far, far too much. How can it be this good when this is something
people do every day? How has he been missing this every day when he could have
had it from anyone he wanted, probably?
Not to mention that Sphintus is always fun to torment, and this just gives him
more ways to do that.
It’s an entirely honest groan Titus lets out when he presses himself back,
mouth falling open as the head of Sphintus’s cock presses just slightly inside,
enough to promise a thick stretch and ah, god, he’d never even considered
having anything up there and how can it be that he’s passed no never I’d die
first and somehow landed in yes please I’ll ask nicely with barely a minute in
between?
He wants, childishly, to ask Sphintus to do it without hurting him, but that’s
not the kind of thing an Alexius would say. Then again, an Alexius probably
wouldn’t be loving having a barbarian squeezing his ass and rubbing his cock on
it, either. “J-just--” He swallows, cock twitching at the thought of Sphintus
shoving him around like that. “If you know how to do it…”
 
That's permission if he's ever heard it. Sphintus moves, grabbing Titus by the
arm to haul him off and toss him down, making good on his face-to-the-bed
threat in an instant. One hand presses between the boy's shoulder blades,
holding him down--because if he's not mistaken, and he's not, Titus likes that.
It brings a little smirk to his lips, something that quickly fades when he's
reminded of how much he wants. Just a lurch of his hips does that, grinding
against the curve of Titus's ass, and god, he has to do this fast, or he's
going to die. 
It's been too long since he's had another boy in his bed. Definitely it's not
something he's done while here at school, and so it takes some quick-thinking
to remember the oil stashed in their bedside table--better suited for dry skin
(or in a previous case, all of the cracks and callouses Aladdin acquired
killing himself with physical training), but it'll do for now, especially when
it's warm and slippery and dripping over his fingers, along the cleft of
Titus's ass. "Relax." Easier said than done, he knows, especially when
Sphintus is trembling just dragging a finger against him before slowly
wriggling it inside. "I'll make sure it doesn't hurt." Unless you like that--
you probably would.
 
In a way it’s better, a lot better, having his face shoved down into the bed.
Okay, in a lot of ways it’s a lot better, and Titus is leaking against the
sheets in a thin, steady drip. Better, because Sphintus can’t see his face or
hear him clearly, so he can make whatever embarrassing faces and noises he
wants. Better, because it makes him so exquisitely vulnerable, just something
pretty for Sphintus to use, and at just that thought he spreads his knees wider
apart on the bed, shivering as his back arches. 
At the first slide of that long, slick finger inside him, Titus bites the
sheet, lurching forward until he calms himself, slowly easing back onto it. It
doesn’t feel bad, certainly doesn’t hurt, and just the idea that Sphintus has a
finger in his ass is so obscenely lewd that it makes him shudder. 
 
A few choice words come to mind--slut is one of them, and it nearly slides off
of his tongue in a sort of affectionate tease as he wriggles his finger in
deeper, the thrust and curl of it enough to drive Sphintus mad with how tight
Titus feels around it. Just watching Titus would probably be enough, because
there's no doubt he's enjoying this, from the splay of his legs to the way he's
dripping on the sheets, and Sphintus grips one hip tightly, holding him still
as a second finger twists in to join the first. "Good?" he rasps, and oh, he
can't help but turn his hand and slide long fingers in as deep as he can,
stroking to find something better.
 
Titus can’t help but wriggle around, high keening noises coming from his mouth,
only partially muffled by the pillow. The dark little thought enters his head
that Sphintus is right, maybe I am built for this, and even that just makes him
spread his legs wider. With his face buried in the pillow, there’s no one to
see him or judge him, no one to tell him he shouldn’t act this way, should
uphold the dignity of the empire. All there is is what he feels, and with long
slick fingers inside him, all he feels is--holy god oh my what the fuck is
that--
Titus is pretty sure he’s biting a hole in the sheets now, and he nearly wails
as Sphintus rubs over something that makes him see stars, makes him thrash and
squirm and before he can catch his breath he’s coming, clenching down hard,
every muscle drawn tight.
 
The way Titus squeezes, shudders around his fingers is enough to make his mouth
go dry, and fuck if he can help but dragging his fingers over that spot again,
just to watch Titus squirm more as he spills over the bed, twitching and
thrashing. Sphintus swallows, shutting his eyes briefly to get ahold of himself
as he eventually drags his hand away, wiping it on the sheets. "Told you you
were made for this," he breathes, and maybe someone that's more of a gentleman
would wait before going much further. He's not that person, and he's pretty
sure Titus doesn't want him to be, not when he can rub the slick head of his
cock against his hole, not when just that first, tense, tight push forward
sucks the breath from his lungs, and god Titus feels good, slick and shivery
and so tight around him that he probably sinks in too fast, too hard, shoved
into the hilt with one smooth slide.
 
When Sphintus first pushes in, Titus is little more than a boneless, twitching
thing, sagging down from where Sphintus holds his hips up. It’s probably better
this way, because he offers no resistance when Sphintus slides into him, beyond
a low, broken groan that turns into a sob. Tears prick his eyes at how
suddenly, overwhelmingly full he is, and he’s arching, twisting a hand back
over his shoulder to grab a handful of Sphintus’s tunic, clutching it tightly.
“Ah,” he pants, turning so his cheek is pressed against the bed, face flushed
and tear-streaked, “f-feels good, I--good, I--please--” 
He can’t even breathe.
 
Shakily, Sphintus grabs that clutching, clinging hand, untangling it and
pressing a wet kiss to Titus's knuckles before setting it down. "I get it,
don't worry; I'll take care of you," he breathes, and a hand smoothes up
Titus's back, pressing down into a shoulder to hold him there, face down into
the bed. Sphintus's teeth sink into his lower lip as he slides his cock out
slowly, only getting out about half-way before needing to be back inside, and
he's less than gentle when he shoves back in, breath leaving him in a rush and
his fingers digging into Titus's skin. "God, you look like you love it." 
 
Whatever Titus tries to say comes out as a garbled, grateful groan as Sphintus
sinks into him, his thighs trembling as he tries to spread them farther apart,
tries to compensate somehow for that stretch. It doesn’t really work--he’s
still stuffed so full he feels like he’ll burst, but that dark part of him
loves it, loves it like he loves being shoved down into the bed and fucked. 
Sphintus gets it. He understands what Titus needs, steals his breath with every
thrust, and Titus can’t do anything but bite the sheets and shove back, near-
desperate for more.
 
At some point, Sphintus's mind effectively clicks off. There's little he can
focus on but the sounds Titus is making, how hot and tight he is around him,
and at some point, he simply slides a hand down to fist a hand into Titus's
hair, twisting and pulling and holding him down as he fucks him. 
He's gentler than he normally would be, at least, with someone that
loves getting fucked like this--but Titus feels so good, slick and trembly and
god he's soft, no matter where Sphintus puts his hands and grabs, hauling him
back onto his cock which each thrust, bending over him to bite and suck at
pale, pale shoulders, and there's no helping how fast he comes, not with how
wound up he already is and with how deep he can shove himself inside, spilling
himself there with a ragged, mindless groan.
 
At some point, in the wet hot full painful perfect mess that is his life now,
Titus vaguely realizes that Sphintus has stopped moving, deeper than ever
inside him, so deep that Titus can feel himself twitching uselessly around the
thick cock inside him. He groans, making a pathetic attempt to lift his head
from where Sphintus is holding it down, batting weakly at the other boy’s hand.
“D-don’t...what are you doing, don’t stop, I want more.”
 
"Harlot," Sphintus groans, sagging forward helplessly to bury his face down
into Titus's hair. "Geez, just… just give me five minutes at least, you're
gonna kill me." Of all the people that would be like this, he didn't expect it
to be Titus. 
 
“Not a harlot,” Titus mutters, experimentally squeezing his muscles down around
Sphintus’s softening cock. Hmm, interesting. “If anything, I brought you
presents, so you’re the harlot. Harlot.” That doesn’t really explain why he’d
enjoyed getting fucked so much, but as good as he feels, Titus can’t quite
bring himself to care.
 
Sphintus exhales on a hiss, shutting his eyes before he gives up, and slowly,
carefully pulls out with a ragged little exhale. "Gonna hurt yourself if we do
this all night," he mutters, and he gives the back of one of Titus's thighs a
pinch. "Save it, it's not like you can't come back for more." 
 
Titus makes a face, flopping onto his back with a put-out little scowl. “Easy
for you, you get to do this all the time. Weren’t you more...insatiable, your
first time?” Unvoiced is the thought that Lady Scheherezade could call him home
any day--any minute--and all those chances to ‘come back for more’ will be
gone.
 
At that, Sphintus grins, flopping himself down next to Titus with a slow
stretch. "Not anywhere close to this. You're, ah… textbook repressed, I'd say.
Should've known, when you liked it when I just manhandled you a bit."
 
It’s a heady sort of power, being able to touch another person’s body wherever
he wants, especially a man’s. Titus takes full advantage of it, running his
hand over Sphintus’s collarbone, down his neck to his belly, over strong thighs
and up again, shivering a bit. “Liked it,” he admits, arching his neck to show
off his newly acquired marks. “You can bite me harder next time, if you want.” 
 
Whatever switch he's flipped, Sphintus likes it--a lot. His own hand lifts,
dragging down Titus's throat, thumb brushing over the marks he's left and he
can't help but wonder how Titus is going to feel about those in the morning.
"Yeah? Then I will. You're gonna look like someone ate you alive." You already
do.
 
Titus shivers under Sphintus’s hand, purring a little at the twinge of pain
that goes through him. “The things I do for a thorough education, hmm?” he
asks, the most relaxed grin Sphintus has probably ever seen on his face. “At
least I know I have an experienced teacher.”
 
Please be like this in the morning, I don't want to have Kukulcan bite you and
then hide your body. "Glad to please." He yanks a sheet up over them and leans
in to press a last, absent kiss to the corner of Titus's mouth. "If you snore,
I'm kicking you out." 
 
Titus blinks, mouth opening and closing in surprise a few times. “Hey! I
thought you said five minutes! Now you’re going to sleep on me?” Though come to
think of it, now that he’s cooling down his joints are starting to feel a bit
sore, and he does feel oddly loose and twitchy and messy back there…
 
"I lied," Sphintus says around a yawn, and promptly drags a pillow over Titus's
head. "Plus, I was serious when I said you'd hurt yourself at this rate. I
can't be held responsible for what I do when you beg me to fuck you harder." 
 
Titus grumbles, batting the pillow to the side and nuzzling his head onto
Sphintus’s shoulder instead. “You’re going to fuck me hard tomorrow,” he says,
as imperiously as he can manage through a yawn. “Or I’ll hit you.” 
 
"Yeah, yeah." He promptly winds an arm around Titus, dragging him closer as
Kukulcan slithers closer to coil up on the pillow next to them. "No guarantees
I won't like it, though."
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