:: 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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Just something for two bros to do together, no strings attached-- just release pure and simple. But was it really all that simple?

Nicky lay back and watched Trick uncork the lube bottle, the subtle mess near miss and then the purred request that definitely made his cock twitch with the decadent vibes coming off him. "Actually, I have an idea--" that should've scared Trick maybe. But maybe the tendril of lust in Nicky's voice made it alright.

With surprising grace on bed that he likely would not have had on feet, he rolled over onto his stomach and then stretched like a cat; in that process he displayed himself fully, the backs of his thighs, his ass and then his own opening-- his back slopped downward to reveal that expanse ending at his shoulders, he looked over his shoulder at Trick.

Yes Trick, this was his good idea-- to let the other man prep him from behind, because there was a selfish part of him that wanted Trick to grab his hips disrespectfully, and slam into him .

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So many of his favorite memories began with Nicholas Kirkland having an idea. Now, half of those memories involved terrible choices and trouble they'd only barely managed to get out of, but gods had it been worth it. So no not scared so much as very interested and very horny.

And there was Nicky looking like a bespoke temptation meant to ruin Trick's ability to even begin to think clearly. The arch of that back, the that ass was lifted and on display and fuck fuck fuck.

"Fuck, Nicky. You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" The accusation was muttered even as he shifted so that he could settle his currently non-slick hand against the other man's hip, a gentle touch even as lube-slick fingers found their way to tease at that very inviting hole, smearing lube there before one began to slowly twist its way inside.

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A hiss as Trick's fingers started to play with his hole, the slickness of warmed lube as finger made sure to spread it amongst all little ridges that made his opening stretch, he arched and sighed almost dreamily.

"Not on purpose, if you die then it's all on you." Why did he feel like he was going to melt into the bed with Trick opening him like this? Yeah he was a bit fan of that and was quite prepared to jump into this head first.. sorta like Trick was going 'head first' inside him.

"Gotta tell me how you like, what you like..." Nicky wanted to know all Trick's kinks because he wanted to explore those, wanted to do all sorts of things that were definitely best friend bonding..

This was a bonding experience right?

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"All on me? Excuse me? You go all sex on a fucking stick on me, arch your back and look at me like that, and it's all on me? You're evil." More accusations, but there was no real fussing in the fussing, because Trick was watching Nicky like he fully intended on devouring him.

He let his finger press deep, a soft groan at how tight Nicky felt and the idea of burying himself inside that clenching heat. Breathe, Trick. Another finger joined once he was confident Nicky was relaxed enough that it wouldn't cause him any discomfort.

"'m still figuring that out. But I like all of this a lot so far, with you. You gotta tell me what you like too."

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"Oh fuck me.." and it was uncertain whether that was in regards to the 'sex on on a stick' comment or the fact that Trick gave him another finger to ruminate on, oh and indeed he was perceiving it much like a wizard's focus. He pressed his head against the pillow while the fine muscles just underneath his shoulder blades tensed but in the most delicious way.

He felt like this part of his body was set to melt against the bed with every little bit of ministration.

Trick taking him apart, spreading him open unlocked something in him and he pushed his hips back greedily for more because he was a very wanton thing when it came down to; of course he would not be shy when it came to sex-- doubly unshy because Trick was there, and he was very comfortable with his best friend to the point where he could do anything that he wished and he'd want more.

"You can use me as your own personal science experiment, Trick..." if this was some sort of sexual discovery he did not mind at all giving himself to the cause, he would do it quiet gladly. And Trick would find that Nicky was down for a healthy amount of trial and error if needed; he could absolutely commit to the bit here.

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Trick laughed, though a breathless quality had slipped into the sound. Something about the way Nicky's back shifted as he fingered him, the way he rocked back against him as if he couldn't get enough already. "That is the plan, Baby." Fucking. Fucking was the goal, the agenda, the reason for the season.

He did remind himself to take his time though. Eager as Nicky was, Trick needed this to be perfect. He needed this to be so good that Nicky wanted to do it again. And then again and maybe also after that.

"Oh I think it'd be fun to experiment all right. But not just me." He wouldn't be using Nicky for it, he'd be dragging him along as his lab partner while they played the does it explode? game, but with sexual positions, activities and various kinks. "We'll make a complete study of it, yeah?" It being the extent of their libidos.

Speaking of. He slowly withdrew his fingers, sparing a moment to stroke his prick, smearing the lube along himself before rising up on his knees. "Like this is okay?"

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"Yeah, like that... like that alot." More fun to get into trouble jointly, to make it do that their bodies were open game for each of it-- and also it was togetherness and he also wanted that, wanted to trip into all of this exploration with someone who was just as excited as him; please match his freak, Trick.

He liked that idea just as much as he had enjoyed Tricks fingers deep inside fucking him-- and he felt empty now without him except he looked over his shoulder and caught sight of Trick stroking his cock in preparation of entering him. Oh god, Trick was hot and it was the body yes, but also the eyes like his best friend wanted to devour him.

He'd put himself on a silver platter if it quenched that hunger-- except truth be told he wasn't so keen on quenching it unless there was a chance he could incite that hunger over and over.

He rolled his hips backward, until his rear came in contact with Trick. "Fuck me, I want you inside me-- I want you hard and fast." Even if it didn't last long for the both of them and with this new for the both of them it may not.

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Oh. Trick did want to devour him. Whole, if he were given the option. Or hole. That would work too, of course.

He groaned lowly in apparent suffering as Nicky went and made himself a problem by rocking back against him that way. "You are making it very hard for me to think clearly right now." But maybe thinking was overrated -- and even if it weren't he was thoroughly incapable of thought when Nicky went and told him to fuck him hard and fast and yeah, okay. That was going to happen.

One hand around the base of his prick, he positioned himself at that slick, eager hole. His other hand gripped at Nicky's hip and he pushed forward, sinking the first inch of his cock inside, another groan at how Nicky's hole yielded around him.

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"Fuck thinking..." was all that Nicky said, which honestly was in keeping with the Kirkland; it was in keeping with a great many Kirklands in some way shape or form, they thought with action and sometimes not with the brain; and for all that NIcky had gone to magic acadamy he still carried the hubris of many Kirklands on his back. Right now he was not thinking, and if he was well it was with his prick.

A hissed out exhalation of pleasure as he felt the tight pressure of Trick rocking into him, and his own entrance swallowing up with Trick, and he could not help but wiggle his ass with enough insistence, as if trying to get Trick in quicker; yeah there was pressure but oh gods he knew that there was a spot inside him that when touched would feel good and he wanted Trick to press into it.

"Fuck Trick.. I need.. fuck fuck.." he clearly had problems expressing himself in anything other than obscenities, like he had turned into them with Trick's cock pinioning him to the bed. "This was.. best.. idea ever." and it was, he was not unafraid to say that at all.

The two of them fucking-- frequently? Yeah, he endorsed that.

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Nicky devolving into nothing but cursing and thoroughly wanton need was really going to go straight to Trick's head... just you know, not the one that sat on his shoulders. Nope. He was thinking with his cock now. And his cock wanted to be fully hilted inside the prince, and Nicky clearly wanted that too, so who was Trick to deny either one of them?

No one, that was who. He rocked forward in one decisive thrust then, burying himself fully, his hips meeting Nicky's ass with the audible sound of skin striking skin.

"Fuck. You're... fuck. Yes. Best idea."

Clearly eloquence was both their strong suits.

He half tipped forward then, bearing over the other man, one arm moving to wind around Nicky's waist. His lips pressed a kiss to the back of a shoulder, teeth scraping before kissing again, like he was intent on tasting each and every individual freckle on that warm, irresistible skin. Then he started moving, drawing out near entirely before thrusting hard to bury himself, rolling his hips to try to find that spot inside Nicky that would have his best friend screaming for him.

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They were both two of a kind, both highly similar as well as distractingly different.

The thrust sent him forward and his head bumped into the pillow but that was fine. He slipped his hands underneath the pillow then and kept himself there, panting as Trick robbed him of all breath-- or maybe it was just that the thrust had pushed all the breath out of his lungs in one fell swoop.

And then Trick's back was against his own, could feel the breath against his shoulders-- tongue and teeth and mouth and he let out an almost agonizing sob of pleasure as he pressed himself backward, waging a wary of his own hips against Trick's while they rutted together. Words were starting to become hard, but he did manage to bear out with trembling voice.

"Not gonna last long if you keep doing that with your mouth, sweetheart."

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How the hell did Nicky manage to sound like that? The noises he made as Trick fucked him would haunt all of Trick's best dreams for the rest of his life. It was obscene how hot it was to know that he was the one stirring those sounds from Nicky, that he was the one driving him wild with pleasure.

Trick's hips pistoned more insistently, as if he could bury himself even deeper inside his Prince if he tried just a little harder. He was chasing his own pleasure as well, knowing that he wasn't likely to last long either.

So he very deliberately bit, sharp enough to leave a mark, one that he soothed the flat of his tongue over in the next moment. "Then don't last. Let me make you come, Baby. I won't be far behind."

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Nicky was uncertain if one should be so horny while they were being fucked like this, like he was ridiculously strung up with each thrust; and then Trick hit his prostate and he arched up, his back bowed against the other man while his eyes closed, oh no.. this was absolutely not fair, hitting him right where it felt the best. Oh he liked this, it was new and it was different for him, and he was experiencing it with his best friend. This was the dream right here, and he was already thinking of being able to make the other man feel like this now that he knew how good it felt to have someone deep inside.

"Fuck yes, I'm gonna come.. for you." he breathed out, a huff amid panting while he rode backward against Trick, and Trick rode forward into him. Seamless and hot, their hips smacking together with the force of their fucking. "Just for.. you-- fuck."

Oh he was gonna need to prestidigitate these covers, he knew he was gonna need to.

He reached underneath himself to grip his prick, stroking it as he felt Trick's sacs thwap lightly against his, his own hole clenching around Trick's shaft in that pre-orgasm stage, so close-- his balls clenched, everything clenched really and then he arched his body back while he felt orgasm shoot through him in hot waves, his load spilled underneath him and he spasmed near uncontrollably.

He would've felt bad if he wasn't so sure that Trick was coming right behind him.

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Oh. Oh that was good. Trick buried a smile against Nicky's shoulder and with a single-minded determination, thrust hard at that same angle, again and again, like he was fully intent on fucking Nicky straight through the mattress before he was done. Being told that Nicky was coming for him only drove him on all the more.

"Nicky... fuck."

Because yeah, Trick was right behind him. He didn't have a choice, the way Nicky's hole squeezed at his cock, like he was actively trying to stop Trick's cock from going anywhere. Not that he wanted to go anywhere. His hips slammed to Nicky's repeatedly, erratic as he chased his own orgasm, devolving into his first language because all non-essential mental functions had apparently gone right offline.

"Putain... tu vas me tuer. T'es tellement serré... tellement parfait. Mon cœur... mon cheri."

He trailed off into something that wasn't quite words in any language as he came, emptying himself inside that tight passage, filling him.

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He had no idea what those words meant though he knew they were Olympian in nature, he knew that Sir Dumas as an ex-pat of Olympia and by default Trick too but he had always treated the other guy as a Sylvian. He slowly came down from orgasm, panting and having made a mess of the bed, there was also the drip he could feel on the inside of his thigh for where Trick had filled him, but that had to be displaced somewhere.

He rested his head on the pillow and tried to gather his breath as well as his brain. "You can quote me on this if you ever see Calypse in public, but I've never had such a fucking intense orgasm like that in my life."

Truth, Nicky was still reeling from it-- hazily he could see a problem with wanting Trick all the time, but lucky for Trick-- Nicky's grasp on self control was very tenuous. Could you have too much of a good thing? Maybe he'd chafe but it'd be worth it and wasn't there dick cream for that?

"Also, it's kinda sexy when you speak Olympian like that-- what'd you say?"

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Trick let himself more or less drape right on top of Nicky, nuzzling his way into the spot where his neck and shoulder met. Nicky was so warm and he smelled so sinfully amazing, woodsmoke and whiskey and sweat and sex. He nibbled where his face was pressed, though what Nicky had to say made him smile. Oh he would love to tell Calypse that, thank you very much.

But this was about Nicky, not Calypse. Calypse could go fuck himself. Trick wanted Nicky, and oh he wanted Nicky to be happy. Even if this was just fun and sex, friends with benefit, it was Nicky and it would be more than enough.

"Careful Baby, saying things like that'll go straight to my head." He was already quite smug about it, thanks.

A pause at the mention of speaking Olympian. Right yeah, he'd done that hadn't he? He remembered his journey to Sylvia with Sir Dumas years ago, remembers being told that he could trust the Kirklands, but that his secret needed to stay a secret. He shouldn't tell anyone who he really was. He shouldn't talk about his past. It was safer if he behaved like he was from Sylvia, if he left that chapter of his life closed and hidden away. He wasn't Prince Patrice of House Etienne anymore. He was Patrick now. It would be safer that way.

But this was Nicky. Trick trusted Nicky with every piece of himself, his life. "I think I said you were going to kill me. You were so tight and so perfect. Because you were." He did not add that he'd also called Nicky his heart and his darling because that wasn't a very bro-ish thing now was it?

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"I'm beginning to realize that I like it when things go to your head.."

A definite double meaning right there in front of Trick's salad.

"And to be way more specific, I would love to go to your head many many times." yes, the lust could kill the both of them now, because they'd end up probably dying from all the sex they were about to have over the next couple of days. "Sweetheart, I don't intend on leaving this place for anything except for grab food and there's a place across the block that sells sandwiches so we're set."

He rested his head back though, watching Trick.. watching those lips form such filthy words.

Now, it was perhaps a terrible way for Trick to find out that he could be a bit horny but here he was. "I'd like to do that to you later.." his fingers lightly traced against that shoulder blade while he looked into those clear and perfect blue eyes, then he leaned up to press a kiss where his fingers had been. "Because I bet you are just as tight and perfect.."

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Gods above and below, why had no one invented Door Dash in Elessari yet? Because they would need snacks. And hydration. Fuck they'd definitely need to stay hydrated if this was going to be a sex marathon -- which Trick was very much in favor of, please and thank you.

He did snort at the double entendre because yeah, Nicky was gonna Nicky, and Trick wouldn't change that for the world.

"Oh. I... I'd like that too. A lot. Yes please." He'd very happily let Nicky fuck him. He'd very happily explore each and every configuration they could imagine, so long as it was with Nicky. Also he figured he probably ought to not admit how much he liked hearing the other man call him sweetheart. Trick was full of feelings right now. Many of them very emotionally compromising. And even more of them horny.

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Maybe Nicky would petition for a food delivery service, he would probably also tell his sister that it was because he couldn't be assed to drag himself away from his sex fest with his best friend-- maybe even say it in front of the Pentacles, they expected nothing less from him.

"Good.." though he did shift a little bit as his thigh landed in the 'wet' spot. "Oh gods, I came alot." and then a bit of chagrin. "I'm gonna have to clean this up really quick but we can get back to under the covers as soon as I do." falling asleep in his load was not his ideal sleeping conditions though he'd gladly sleep in the wet spot with all of the force of that orgasm.

That was chivalry right? It really had to count for at least something.

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"One of us has gotta learn prestidigitation," Trick lamented with a sigh because yeah, they emphatically did not need to cuddle in the wet spot. ...because they were going to cuddle, right?

Trick was holding out hope for cuddles. Not that he had any experience personally, but he had the notion that sex was best followed up by a quieter sort of closeness and intimacy. He sat up then. "I'll grab clean sheets."

They could, by their powers combined, make this quick hopefully. So they could get back to being disgustingly lost in each other.

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Nicky did not know prestidigitation however if he did learn it (and he probably would) it just meant that it would be mainly used for selfish reasons that had everything to stem from the hornt. A secret just for the two of them to know; there were sheets however.. he managed to get then laundered every week, dumping his laundry off at the palace to do because let's be real there were still some conveniences that he did not mind having at all.

Personal dry cleaning was one of them.

The Prince was rather good at doing tasks though including changing his bed, it was expected that he learn to do things like this with this separate bachelor's residence that he had taken upon himself. So he helped and even was pretty good at folding corners, though in this situation he was absolutely more invested in getting back to cuddling in a clean bed.

But also it maybe meant next time throwing towels down may be a good idea.

Once back, he crawled under clean sheets and then patted the bed beside him. "Get over here...?"

Because yes, cuddling.

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Nothing wrong with horny motivations for things right? Trick was of that mind at least. Surely some of the greatest discoveries of mortal kind were the result of someone desperately wanting to get laid. The indomitable spirit of the human libido would never be kept down.

He helped with the sheets, two sets of hands making the work quicker, which suited Trick just fine given that he was quite eager to reattach himself to Nick's side.

So once the bed was made and that invitation was issued, Trick wasted no time in climbing beneath the covers with the prince. "Yessir," he teased before tugging the blankets up so they were comfortably tucked around the both of them.

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The fact they had fucked was serendipity but he was glad they had, it felt comfortable and safe to share that intimacy with Trick-- maybe even natural. When Trick settled beside him, he wasted no time in making it so that Trick could not escape without a little bit of a wiggle. He wasn't thinking of a relationship but he was thinking that the arrangement was brilliant.

Also what escaped his mind was that bros who just fucked maybe didn't cuddle-- but they were maybe oblivious to the unspoken friends with benefits rules.

"If you had called me "Your Highness" I would've kicked you out of this bed.." a wry smile as he rested his head against Trick's shoulder, "you did good choosing 'yessir'."

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Yeah maybe not the most bro-esque way to follow up fucking each other casually. Nothing said casual like snuggling in bed together like two idiots in love. Just. Flawless execution of friends with benefits is what this way.

Not that Trick cared. He very much wanted this as much as he'd wanted to fuck Nicky's brains out, okay? So he draped an arm around Nicky in turn, fingers playing in soft, absentminded touches over his skin. He was warm, still in the tail end of the afterglow, content and comfortable, and maybe he wasn't paying attention to the things that came out of his mouth.

"Ha. Like hell you'd kick me out of bed. Lie to yourself, Baby." Trick snickered, but he quieted as he leaned to rest his cheek against Nicky's hair, letting himself breathe in the familiar, comforting scent of his best friend. As he continued, his voice sounded quietly distracted.

"Besides. Not fair punishing me for actually following the rules for once. Your Royal Highness, would've been proper. Sir Dumas would have made me run laps for hours if I forgot that lesson." And then in his best impression of said Sir Dumas, "When addressing royalty from another kingdom, it is right and proper for a prince to use their full title as address, in due deference and respect. To fail to do so could be viewed as deliberate offense and create conflict and tension in diplomatic relations." Guillaume had been better at politics, but Trick had still been a decent student.

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"Yeah, I really wouldn't." Nicky conceded as he enjoyed the cuddling, he was actually a very touchy person when the person was someone he wouldn't mind cuddling with, and he had always been glued to his mother's side tucked against her as she read her many books. It had also sufficed that he'd gotten into trouble and then he'd come and cling to her until he felt better about the entire situation.

Though he did start running a bit more wild when Trick had unofficially joined the household.

The Queen had taken both boys underneath her wing when trouble had chased after them, though she always bade them to be more careful and try not to be too naughty.

Right now though, he was enjoying this closeness.. the breath of Trick against his hair, the thrill of those words husky against his ear-- it really was not fair that he was getting so much self-fufilled pleasure from his best friend's company but here he was uninclined to extract himself. So Trick may have to forgive Nicky for actually being a bit dumb after what they both did for he did not quite catch on. "Mmmmm I sort of expect it by now to have you use my title ironically, which is fine-- I think it's adorable when you tell me I am being a dolt and then add 'your highness' or 'your royal highness'-- sets you apart from the others."

Oh he was starting to get sleepy now, and he turned and pressed a kiss against that collarbone.