:: 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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Trick did not miss how Nicky reacted to the hair pulling. He uh, he would remember that for later. It was a bit impossible to get it out of his mind, honestly, so remembering went without saying.

Those fingers slipped out, and he wondered at the way he felt so empty, so bereft. He ached with need, with a desire that threatened to consume him whole.

"I know you will, Baby..." There was no way that it would be anything but sublime, so long as it was Nicky. Trick was in far too deep, and gods he knew it. But he also didn't want to change just how bad he had it for his prince, even if it might be the end of him.

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For a few tortuous moments, Nicky stroked himself right in front of Trick. But he did it unknowingly perhaps of how it would affect the other guy, rubbing the oil into his prick from base to head until it was pink and glistening. Once though he was sure that he was slick enough, he moved to center himself between those legs again, one oil covered palm moving just underneath thigh.. and oh how he felt the muscle underneath his fingertips which was sexy-- and then he pushed that thigh lightly back and then used his other hand to guide himself to that hole.

Rubbing his cockhead right against the very pliant entrance, back and forth and then he was pushing inside, keeping his hand against thigh as he started to breach the tightness. And oh fucking gods was Trick very tight.

A hitched gasp emerged from his mouth that had gone nearly dry as he slid himself with a bit of pressure inch by inch. "Tell me.. if you need me to go slower, to stop-- it's alright, sweetheart.. I'll take care of you."

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Oh it was utter torture, watching how sexy Nicky was as he stroked himself. Trick's gaze had grown intense, focused, fixed on the other man, on each movement of that hand over his cock. He was so fixated that he found himself surprised when Nicky gripped at his thigh, pressed him back to bare him further to his prince.

And why did that have his prick giving an insistent throb?

He heard himself moan, a plaintive sound as Nicky teased at his hole. But thankfully he wasn't made to wait that much longer. Trick was also not quite ready for what Nicky calling him sweetheart and saying he'd take care of him would do to his heart. Or his arousal. Because both felt like they might burst in that moment. He felt like something -- someone -- precious in that moment, treasured in a way that he knew he didn't deserve.

His free leg shifted to hook around Nicky's hip and pull. "Don't care, need you. Now." Even if Nicky was stretching him open with his cock in a way that Trick had never felt before.

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Later, Nicky would want to hear all about how Trick touched himself-- perhaps what he thought about, would probably find it more than a little bit arousing if Trick said 'him' but for right now Trick was impatient and fuck if he didn't want to just do whatever it was that Trick wanted, so he pushed-- and he slid in even further, the tight heat surrounding him and more pushing deeper and deeper as his fingers dug into thigh.

"That's it, yeah..." he murmured with a heavy voice even as finally oh gods finally he was buried as far as he could go, his pubic bone pressed right against Trick's balls and cock. He waited there for a moment, just to make sure.. to get at least himself a bit of time to adjust. "You are so tight..." he nearly swore underneath his breath with how good it felt.

Deep inside, Trick would likely feel Nicky twitch right against his prostate, giving an absolutely unintentional response to how he felt buried deeply. "I'll explode inside you if I don't watch out."

[giveeverything]

Oh god Trick would confess all of it, even if he might combust from flustering when it came to admitting that Nicky had been the star of every fantasy and dream he'd had since he'd first been old enough for his body to start considering things like desire. And now? Nicky was so fully ingrained in his heart, in his soul, that he was hopelessly gone for him.

That part of the secret would stay secret.

He heard a soft keening sound, overwhelmed and wanton, and it took him a few heartbeats to realize it had come from him. He could feel Nicky's hips pressed to his ass, knew that the other man's cock was buried deep inside him, filling him in a way that shattered anything he might have thought it would feel like.

His arms wound around the prince once more, holding close, pulling Nicky to him because fuck he needed to hold onto something. He tried for the usual snappy banter, "I think that's the goal, Baby..." but it sounded breathless and pleading more than the sass he'd consciously intended.

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"I'm trying to give you a chance to enjoy it." Nicky said with a muffled moan against Trick's jawline, even as he started to pump himself deeper into Trick, feeling those walls squeeze him near tortuously, and then pulling back if only to repeat that movement.

And also of course there was that he did not want it to be game over for Trick, even if he fully intended on if he came before Trick did, he would very quickly take Trick in his mouth so that he could finish in a very pleasurable manner. But well, for right now if he took it slow and steady he could probably last-- the the idea that Trick may want to be slammed against the bed? Well that was something new but the thought was decidedly pleasant.

"You also.. yeah, you sound really good right now.. I like making you feel good." his voice husky and wrecked as well, due to how wonderful Trick felt wrapped around him.

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"Mm... the Prince is a generous lover..." Trick murmured, arching against Nicky as the other man finally began moving against him. He could feel every inch of him, could feel the warmth of Nicky against him, the other man always a hearthfire in the shape of a man. A soft groan, and he dragged fingernails down the other man's back.

"You feel so good... gods, Nicky. Please... Harder."

He wanted everything that Nicky had to give. He would indeed enjoy being fucked into the bed enough to make the headboard clatter against the wall.

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The Prince's stamina would be tested this morning, but that was fine. He had nothing pressing to do, except for perhaps pressing Trick's body into the bed, and so at the request, he was happy to oblige. He bit at his own lower lip and then after giving himself a bit of a balance check (he did not have quite as much experience as one would imagine, if only for the fact that his previous lover had been a bit cold even in intimate moments) he started to fuck Trick right and proper.

Hard and fast, using enough momentum that his very modest bed did give a resounding smack against the wall. Hope that the neighbors that shared the wall next door were going about their business and not spending a relaxing morning abed.

"Is that.. yeah?" his voice came breathlessly as he looked down into that beautiful face, feeling himself enamored with everything about Trick. Oh yes, this was how a extremely hidden crush came beautifully to life-- but because it was sex, there was no need to worry right? That it would get out of hand.

"Fuck Trick..." angling himself until he hit that prostate, perhaps hoping to make the other man see the same stars that he'd felt last night.