:: NICKY & TRICK - Valdora ::

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So, come to find out.. Calypse had been none too amused by the entire shenanigans that had happened at the Graduation Ceremony. This was standard behavior for the Kirkland siblings-- they could fight like cats and dogs, but they had been quite united on this front and had been waiting for this exact moment to sneak into the Lunar Caverns and attempt to find King Eadrick Kirkland's dagger, the one that Nicholas had lost in there on his own Graduation ceremony.

It had been a point of honour for the both of them to find it and whatever strange magic that had taken the dagger and bring it back to it's rightful place.

And right now Nicholas was sitting on one of the benches at Queensglaive Park, lightly twirling it between his fingertips and staring intently at it. He'd used it to cut Calypse out of the Dark Energy when they had been pitted against each other, it had been the start of a relationship.

Now? It was the end.

The words went through his mind, of course they did. There had been a lot that had been said in hurt and anger, including the fact that Calypse could not be with someone who did not respect his position more, their position more; and he'd let Calypse go because the thing was that Nicholas did not. He knew this, being Prince meant little to him in the grand scheme of things; the sword had been more 'bringing back a keepsake' then doing something for the good of the crown. They were different people and they wanted different things, Calypse wanted to climb his ambitions and Nicholas? He had ambitions but they were as far apart as possible from bloodlines and crowns.

And now he was stuck in Valdora and unable to go to Lethe to attend the Festival of the Winds (per directive of the Pentacles, and he'd been dumped. He'd closed up Shadowspires for a few days and the first day he'd laid there on the couch and stared up at the ceiling with his blue eyes slightly glazed, almost tempted to burn everything that was a culmulation of the past five years.

Instead he'd just messaged Trick, asking him to meet him in the park.

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"Don't... don't you dare stop. Please don't stop." Trick was not the type to play coy, at least, was usually quite blunt about what was on his mind. So maybe it wasn't surprising that he was equally as expressive in this either. He'd let the secret of how badly he wanted Nicky escape, and it was free and in the open air, and there would be no putting it back down deep in the shadows where he'd consigned it to.

And then Nicky was drawing his arousal free and Trick's hips rocked reflexively towards that touch, which probably did not help with the way Nicky's got booped on the nose by his dick.

Another breathless laugh. "Please, please do not get a black eye from Little Trick. I am not explaining that one to Tish."

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"Little Trick?!" Nicky asked nearly incredulously, as if being socked in the eye with a cock would ever stop him, but it was true that this was the first time that it had ever happened to him, but the fact that it was with his best friend made it all the more ridiculous. Instead he mouthed against it, giving Trick a look. "I can play nice with Little Trickie." and then to prove his point, he slid it in his mouth once again.

This time he took the other man in three inches, though he was well equipped to be able to do more, already his mouth was lathing saliva and making the prick in his mouth wet and slick; he did not act with very much finesse but perhaps that was a good thing, because this was wholly Nicky who was performing this act on Trick.

There was no way that you could separate the two entities, because he did not pretend for anyone nor did ne want to-- he was at his core Nicky and that would never change, clearly in a bed situation like this. The prince also had some choice words for Tish better butting out of his life, but that was cut off by the way that he could feel the vein on the underside throb at his tongue's touched, he let out a moan and worked it in another inch, swallowing Trick down and relaxing his throat.

Soon Trick would be able to feel the beard of Nicky's chin touch his balls as the Prince took him into root.

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"...What?? What do you call yours??" Shut up Nicky. Shut all the way up. Trick was blushing, but Nicky was indeed shutting up given that suddenly that smart, ridiculous, absolutely beautiful glorious mouth was wrapped around his prick and Trick was nearly seeing stars.

Did Nicky understand that Trick was a stupid pent up virgin? Because he was. And this was going to kill him, but he'd die happy. Oh he'd die so fucking happy. He watched with wide eyed, blue chased to the slimmest halo around blown pupils, as Nicky took his cock inch by inch.

He choked on the sound that seemed to well up from his toes. A tighter grip at Nicky's hair, and Trick very nearly doubled over.]

Merde... putain... t'es parfait..." Congrats, Nicky, you'd knocked Trick back to his first language because most of his braincells had entirely given up trying to function.

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Sorry, Nicky cannot answer the phone right now.. he was too busy sucking Trick's dick. Nicky would have been surprised though that Trick was a virgin, in Nicky's mind it would've been more suited to be himself because of the awkwardness that held onto him like a mantle. Although, he rumbled at the back of his throat when he heard that sigh as it emmerged from lip, at this moment nothing existed for Nicky but Trick's groans-- the Prince was definitely a pleaser when it came to his partners, which perhaps had only inspired his ex to take more and more.

Hold that thought, he would answer it later when he got the other guy to fill his mouth up; that was really want he wanted and thus he bounced his mouth up and down on that cock while his hands continued to squeeze velvet heavy balls as if he was encouraging Trick to come.. and with no real sign of stopping for the time being.

The faster he moved, the filthier the noises became and Nicky looked up to catch that gaze and then he was holding Trick's hips and inviting him to fuck his mouth to help bring himself off; making somewhat choking sounds but fuck Trick tasted so good and he wanted to swallow down every last possible drop.

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Trick was a man with an active imagination, had spent more than one lonely night with his hand around himself, picturing something rather like this. But uh, his fantasies had not come close at all to how good Nicky's mouth felt around him, how hot and wet, how slick the slide of that tongue.

He would not last like this, but he was starting to get the sense that Nicky was very deliberately trying to make him come with that talented mouth, even if Trick hadn't had a chance to properly touch Nicky yet. He would address that very, very soon. He could hear each obscene, wet sound as his best friend swallowed down his prick.

A rock of his hips at that encouragement, mindful to not be too rough or make things difficult for Nicky, but oh he had to fuck that hot little mouth. Nicky's mouth was clearly one of the most dangerous things in the universe, partially for the things that came out of it on a daily basis but also for what he could do with it. What a thing to learn, and one he would never forget.

Trick managed to wrest himself back out of his first language, back into Common so he could warn, soft and low. "I'm going to come, baby... I can't hold out anymore..." So if Nicky wanted to not have his mouth absolutely flooded, he needed to retreat now.

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There was a lot that Nicky's mouth could take, and Trick fucking it was one of them-- in fact that seemed to make it so that Nicky's mouth quickened it's suction back and forth-- quickened his pace with his eyes closed. He did enjoy this, enjoyed hearing Trick's moans; there was a definite self-satisfaction to it and that stemmed from being told that he was doing a good job; one of the reasons why he had worked his hardest at the acadamy to be one of the best, at least best enough that he'd been chosen for the graduation ceremony as one of the Valedictorians

He was stuck there, like a filthy cockslut for Trick's prick, not so sadly enough.

And just so that Trick was clear on Nicky's intentions, the Prince's hand was working the balls.. rolling those seed-laden sacs as an unspoken gesture that he wanted Trick to come and he was going absolutely nowhere. Words were not possible at this moment, but that was fine; words would just make it so that he could not swallow the load that his best friend was going to give to him.

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All right, so that was pretty clear, wasn't it? Nicky was determined, and Trick wasn't really in the business of denying his best friend much of anything. He sure as hell wasn't going to argue when Nicky wanted him to come.

His fingers tightened their grip on Nicky's hair. Another rock of his hips, another, chasing the climax that was growing ever closer. He gasped out again, language failing him entirely again, except for shaping Nicky's name like it was the only important concept in all of reality.

And then he was coming, spilling himself inside that wicked mouth, emptying every last drop of his seed.

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Alright, so Nicky had not expected that it would be that much; but the great about Nicky was that seemingly the dexterity did not affect his mouth and he was indeed able to field every single droplet and with nary a spill, working to swallow every single bit with only a little bit of choking, while those muscles of his throat worked around Trick.

And then once he was sure, he slid off of Trick's cock and then fell back against the couch. He ran the back of his hand over his mouth but just to make sure that there was no lingering stray. "Fuck..." he said almost breathless as if he had been the one that had just come and not Trick.

Honestly, he had not expected Trick to come that much but he was not complaining.

His fingers trailed up over clothed flank since there was still pants on Trick and he gave the other man a smirk that was fairly insolent and more than a little smug-- part of that smugness was the whiskey, he knew. "You liked that?"

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Trick needed a moment, to wait for his vision to come back from whiting out, to remember how to breathe. When he came back to his senses enough to think, he looked down at Nicky just in time to see that smirk, to hear that question.

"Smug asshole," he accused, but there was a grin on his own face and he was, without any warning, moving to land himself straddling Nicky's lap, leaning close to curl his fingers into the front of his shirt and pull him close to kiss that smug (deservedly so) smirk.

"Yeah," he half growled to his lips in between kissing. "I liked it. Fuck. That was amazing. You're amazing." Another kiss, searing, hungered, and he drew back to shift down and start unfastening Nicky's pants because now Trick had a mission he was very intent on completing.

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The first thing that Trick tasted was himself on those lips; the beard was still neat but the mouth was slick and wet with the way that his tongue had been swiping his lips to re-memorize the taste. And then Trick was undoing his own pants, and yeah he wanted that too-- wanted whatever it was that Trick was going to do to him, it was fine it really was.

They were best friends and well they were just easing something inside; he was not worrying overmuch that it would ruin the friendship, because Trick just called him a smug asshole which okay, he'd been doing that for years.. and with Nicky calling him not much better. The growl coupled with Trick's assertion that it had been amusing did do something quite impressive.

He had been nursing a hard-on underneath his trousers but somehow that made him even harder-- he wasn't even aware that you could get harder than hard but here they were. The growl made him dizzy, he tried to follow those lips like something needy-- but time was a wierd soup, time was even wierder underneath the affects of whiskey and he was moving in slow motion like he was caught in a vat of honey.

"I don't ever remember being this fucking hard, Trick." he didn't, not really. He was actually pretty tame until Nicky held in close and started that danger analogy, as if Nicky could resist anything that started with a D and ended in 'anger'.

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It was surprisingly thrilling to taste himself on Nicky's mouth -- not something he'd experienced before. But it was very sexy, the way it was an undeniable and lovely bit of evidence of Nicky having so eagerly and effectively sucked his sou out of his dick. Damn it. God he was a menace in the best possible way.

He got the prince's trousers open, looking up with a grin stretching over his face. "That a fact? All for me?" And since Nicky was that hard, Trick took some pity on him, slipping his fingers inside pants to draw his prick free so that he could wrap his hand around him properly, to discover the length and girth of him, curious and eager.

"Would you like me to suck your cock, Baby?" He asked as he began stroking said cock, thumb dragging up and along the veined underside, teasing along the ridged head before smearing the percome he found at the slit. "Because fuck I really, really want to."

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What was this, someone being enthusiastic about sucking his cock? This was strange magic indeed, but fuck fuck fuck Nicky wanted that and he was trying not to be too excited about it-- but truth be told there was really not a casual bone in Nicky's body-- it was either awkward or enthusiasm, with no clear middle ground either way.

"Fuck yes, please." he murmured as almost immediately his hand found purchase in hair that perpetually looked like a cyclone had run through it and he would let Trick do whatever he wanted to him.

His own cock was hard and pale, with the head a darker rose-- he definitely had the cock of a redhead, and then there was the length and size which was rather nice all things told, it had a very subtle curve to it and when Trick had unbuttoned his pants it all but popped out. It looked just about as eager as Nicky was at this moment, it was clear that there was a sharing of the braincell at this point.

He was all but hissing out at pleasure the moment that Trick started to stroke, his hips arching up off the seat in something that he was unable to control. "I need it, Trick.. need you."

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"Well, you did say please."

Trick was grinning, entirely pleased with himself at the moment because, well, even if this was a terrible idea here he was with his best friend pleading for him to suck him off, and really. How was that possibly a bad thing? Nope, Trick was winning. Totally winning.

The liquor might have something to do with that reaction, but that didn't mean it was wrong, now did it?

So Trick quite happily, quite eagerly, shimmied his way down until he was draped comfortably between the prince's legs. And then nothing was in his way, face to face with that rigid, swollen prick. "Tell me if I do it wrong, okay?" The first hint that this was new for Trick, but that would he all he'd say before doing what he did first and charging forth head first.

His first approach was indulging his own desire to properly taste Nicky, a swipe of his tongue along the head of his cock, humming at the taste of precome beading there, and then continuing on, mouthing and licking down along his shaft, further down until he could lave his tongue over and along those balls, heavy with come that Trick entirely intended to relieve them of.

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Did Nicky think that Trick was new to this? Well it didn't seem like it, but then Nicky had not gotten his cock sucked all that much so he may have not have known what it was to expect from a 'proper' blowjob such as the one that Trick was right now giving him-- but oh, it was perfect, especially at the first swipe of tongue against his cockhead to swipe up precome.

A groan came from his mouth, back of his mouth like a purr and his own mouth parted; oh yes his eyes felt like donuts like how they were glazing over at this moment.. and he fingered his way through Trick's hair with something akin to a clench. "Oh, I think you're doing it right." his voice was breathless and husky with desire.

Oh no, his balls.. his balls softly clenched in response and his eyes fell closed while he let out yet another toe-curling hum. "Fuck..." yeah, he was a fan of this, a big fucking fan of every route that Trick's mouth too. This did not feel strange at all, perhaps it should've but he trusted Trick and Trick wanted to do this.. and Nicky had wanted to suck Trick off so like it was a mutual thing in the moment.

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Trick was a quick learner, and he was incredibly motivated right now. God knows he had imagined this for years now, on those quiet nights alone. So in typical Trick fashion, he held nothing back, no hesitation and no second guessing. Instead he was trying to fight a smile at that fuck from Nicky's lips, which was incredibly rewarding. Good.

And since the prince seemed to be a fan of him, Trick was happy to lavish attention on those heavy sacs, taking one into his mouth to suckle, then the other.

Then he'd work his way up along that length once more before wrapping his lips around Nicky properly, taking just the head of his cock to suck at and tease his tongue around.

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The Prince was not sure if he should pull on that hair, he was not quite sure what was allowed, his free hand moved to dig into the couch cushions, his other hand only lightly scraped against scalp while he let out a feverish sigh, his hips lifting up from the couch once that sweet wet heat engulfed him, sending him firmly aflame with the feeling of his cock being sucked in the most perfect way imaginable; honestly Trick did not need to have finesse, he just had to enjoy it to turn Nicky on.

And the sounds he was making, greedy audible sounds-- the sucks and the murmurs of pleasure had Nicky utterly beside himself.

"You know I'm not gonna be able to..." hold out, that was the word he was looking for however vocab seemed to have evaded him for the time being, drawing him into a world where only visceral pleasure existed. "You're perfect.. gonna make me.." yes Trick was absolutely gonna make him do that. And the good news is that Nicky was unable to have any sort of chill about this, or be casual about it-- no, he was going to show Trick how much he liked it with every sincere bone in his body (protip, all his bones were sincere)

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Oh good god was it allowed. Trick would have to make Nicky understand that Nicky was allowed to do whatever it was that he wanted, and oh Trick would very much be in favor of it. For now though Trick was taking each delicious reaction as encouragement, too indulge his own desire and hunger for more. He took Nicky further into his mouth, tongue flat along the underside of his prick to guide him into his mouth.

There was a moment where the head of the prince's cock hit the back of his throat and had him gagging, but Trick was far too stubborn to let that stop him. Instead, as he was so prone to doing, he treated his limitations as both affronts to himself personally and as a challenge to be overcome.

He whimpered around him, low and encouraging, eyes looking up to Nicky. The silent unspoken sentiment was good, come. Come and let him drink down that seed. Trick's cheeks hollowed around the dick in his mouth, trying to coax Nicky to let go for him.

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Such attentions to his cock was not going to have him last long and perhaps it was only a little bit embarassing; but it was messy and it was sloppy and he was a big fan of the feel of Trick's saliva right on his prick; wet and decadent. He slouched a little bit on that couch as he saw fuck Trick take most of him in and that was nearly the breaking point, he angled his head upward, closing his eyes and giving Trick a rather nice view of his neck, the way that he seemed to be swallowing for air.

The look also did it too, the look definitely did it, the sort of look that was going to send him over the edge.

Right now he was not too content on lasting, and while alcohol dick was probably a thing he obviously hadn't consumed nearly enough whiskey where that would be a problem, no that just made his body all the more alive, with each nerve ending on fire.

"Fuck...." and then because warning had been giving, he came-- it was hard and fast, and probably a bit more seed then would've been expected, it had been a while since he'd gotten his dick suck and his sacs had likely gone in overtime keeping up with supply over demand, he would flood Trick's mouth if Trick wasn't on his toes.

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Trick was going to have a full on pavlovian response to the way that Nicky said fuck before too long. Because it was hot as hell to hear his prince so vehemently wanting, so thoroughly lost in pleasure. It might be a problem.

He'd think on that later.

Right now he was far too busy fielding the sudden torrent of seed that was filling his mouth. This was his first time having a dick in his mouth (He wasn't quite flexible enough for his own, and his cock was the only one he was familiar with in any way so) and the first time having one come in his mouth. But it was his Nicky, and he wanted to drink down every drop of him.

Trick was the determined type, and it was true in this as well. He only let Nicky's length slip from his lips when he was certain that he was fully spent, his tongue still lingering and licking at it even as it did, as if reluctant to let it go, to have this be over.

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The moment that Nicky spent, he became something akin to jelly-- all of his limbs lost their tension and he flagged back against the couch as his breath came heavy and fast from the force of his orgasm and his quickened pulse; one hand halfway over his eyes; and unfortunately for Trick-- those fucks still came out of his mouth in rapid succession.

But now it was a happy and quite contented, "Fuck..." that was more purr than groan.

"That was so fucking good..." the best that he'd ever had; admittedly he'd not had many-- and they had veered largely into the 'pity' or 'good behavior blowjobs' but that did not feel like either of those. "Wow, Trick.." no words except for fucks, his vocabulary had been struck from his brain for the time being, left with exclaimations..and Trick's name.

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Trick swiped the back of his hand across his mouth -- lips shiny from saliva and semen both, and he chased the taste of the latter with a swipe of his tongue as he looked down at Nicky. It was his turn to look smug, so he did, grinning as he shifted to drag himself up along Nicky's body before flopping mostly on top of him.

"Yeah? You liked it?"

He asked even as he nuzzled his way at that bearded jaw, leaving a kiss there, apparently not done with being close and touchy and cozy. "Because I liked it. A lot."

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"Glad that you got the memo that you are contractually obligated to cuddle after something like that." he said as he wrapped his arms around Trick and let his head fall back against the cushions. "Of course I liked it, I would be a real idiot if I didn't like it." he didn't want to ask where Trick got those skills from, but they were pretty fucking impressive, he had never come so hard in his life then that moment when Trick had swallowed his entire cock down like it was a personal challenge.

The good news about Nicky is that there was no way that he was going push Trick away, no he liked the weight of the other guy on top of him-- like a anxiety blanket. "Guess we both liked it them, yeah that's good.. makes things a lot less complicated." but it was complicated he just didn't want to believe that it wasn't.

Unless of course they made it not complicated, via an agreement of sorts. "Makes this whole 'stuck in Valdora' thing a lot better, makes the whole 'miss out on the airship races' a lot better too." and that was high praise considering that Nicky utterly lived for the Airship Races.

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"Mm... you're warm. I'm comfy. Not moving." Go ahead, Nicky. Try to order him off by royal decree or something. Trick would find that hilarious. He'd get a real good laugh out of it. But he was too busy grinning at Nicky saying he liked it. So he didn't think twice about lifting his head just enough to catch Nicky's lips with his own.

Yup. Not done with kissing anyway.

"What's gotta be complicated anyway? We both liked it. It was fun. I'm single and hot. You're single and hot." Trick was also in full on denial of the complicatedness of the whole affair. It was fine. Conceal don't feal. This would be fine.

Ah hubris, his old dear friend.

"Look, all I'm saying is... if you wanna do this again, I'd be down to. Like... really really down to. With you. And Me." Just you know, things friends totally did, Nicky.

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This was logic at it's lowest common denominator, all the way until Trick said he was single (yes, true) and hot (decidedly less true...?) He was redheaded and nerdy, and though his eligibility was extoled by the Pentacles, he refused to believe he was attractive to anyone who was not looking beyond that and to the royal family.

"So firstly, you are full of bullshit with the me being hot thing but also you have a good idea.." about doing it again, Nicky had no qualms with that.. would like to do it frequently as was conceivable to do so-- and there was also lips that kissed him.. fuck he liked kisses.

He could not think of a world in which they were discovered, and at this moment it did not matter.

Discretion was not Nicky's strong suit but everything sounded like a good idea and already he was drifting off in a haze of post orgasm clarity.

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"You're too smart to be so dumb," Trick informed him, giving Nicky a very deliberate jab in his skinny ass ribs. "You're fucking beautiful. Fight me if you want. I'll win." And then he'd have to gloat, and no one wanted that at all.

Besides kissing was way more fun than fighting. He'd like to keep doing that too, thanks.

"But yeah, exactly. Good idea, right? Not so bad slumming it?" Another snicker as he repeated Calypse's words. Trick knew that his identity had to be a secret, closely kept. It would put him in danger if it came out. But part of him thought he really might enjoy watching Calypse choke on his own tongue if he found out.

Even imagining it had him chuckling because yeah, that'd be great. And Trick was a bad person. Oh well.

"You comfy like this, Baby? Or should we take the post sex cuddling up to a bed?"