Challenge
Zsien took a good swig of his watered down ale and grimaced at the taste. If he were in any other mood right now he'd have a long talk with the barkeeper about such stupid undertakings. But his mind was occupied with other things tonight.
Once again he shifted around on his stool at the bar and let his eyes roam the main room of the tavern, searching for that something that would hold his interest for more than a minute or two. The curvy, dark-haired barmaid walked past him again, giving him an inviting look from under long lashes. Zsien raised an eyebrow at her and flashed her a grin that made her sway her hips even more. She was pretty in that plain sort of way and had a bosom ample enough to have him dreaming of milk for nights to come, but no. Too easy. He wanted tougher prey tonight.
As he was about to turn back to the bar again, the door suddenly swung open on a gust of wind and a man stepped inside. He was nearly as tall as Zsien and his shoulders and chest were wide and his hips slim. His stance was light none the less, and the sword by his hip was for more than just show.
Zsien surreptitiously watched as the man made his way through the room to the bar, one hand on the hilt of the sword, the other raking back the bangs of his blond, wavy hair. The ends tickled the collar of his dark brown coat, leaving small droplets on already damp leather. It must have started raining again, Zsien mused. Good, that would keep his newly found prey in here long enough for him to make his move.
The man found a spot not far down the bar and waved the barkeep over. He swiftly got his ale and with it a friendly clap on his shoulder and a smile. So he was known in these parts of Threetown then. Zsien rather liked that.
Zsien kept watching for a while, absently sipping his ale while the man chatted amiably with the barkeep as well as one or another of the other patrons that stopped by to greet him. The man moved with self-confidence, his long-fingered, strong hands callused but not dirty, his smile easy and inviting, and his eyes glittering with mischief and intelligence. In his mid-twenties, if Zsien would hazard a guess, but knowing of the world and experienced in its machinations.
And not easily fooled; Zsien's interest had been noted. Grey eyes slanted to him for a moment, gauging his attention and the reason for it. Zsien let him understand he had only… friendly intentions; a quirk to his lips, shifting his thighs open to display more of himself.
The man tilted his head, a curious gleam appearing in his gaze, before he turned back to the barkeeper and continued the conversation. Zsien wasn't peeved by the apparent dismissal, rather the opposite. Intrigued. And challenged. He liked having to work for his play and he thought he knew it would be a good one this time.
He spent another half hour sending the man small signals, smiles and glances, and soon enough he had them answered. A smile spread on the blonde's lips, showing off white teeth, and then he downed his ale in one swallow. The hot look he sent Zsien after putting his pint down had Zsien grinning ferally in knowledge, his pants tightening over the crotch.
Let the games begin.
He was led out from the tavern and onto the street. He kept his distance to a constant 15 feet; the lamps along the way illuminated the blonde in intervals, letting Zsien see him turn his head from time to time, how he moved, his hips swaying slightly when he noticed Zsien's undivided attention and a smile flashing in the dark.
Yes, that's it.
He was led to an inn renting rooms by the hour, which in Zsien's mind was no different from the "entertainment houses" down in the more seedy parts of Harbor Quarters. He grinned when the man he'd been following went up the first set of stairs. His prey had obviously been planning to find someone tonight or he wouldn't have had a room already waiting here.
Zsien let the blonde get a few steps up the stairs before he followed, the wood creaking under the added weight. His prey paused for a moment, sending Zsien a look from under lowered eyelids before he continued down the hall to the left.
The door was left open for Zsien. He walked all the way up to it on silent feet, the leather soles of his boots making only the barest swish swish against the wooden boards. But he didn't enter. Instead he stood just outside, out of sight from the room. And waited.
He enjoyed the tension he felt rising from within the room. The anticipation growing hotter until it was smoldering out the door. He absorbed it like steam through his pores and bared his teeth in a feral grin. He waited.
Then came the moment when he felt his prey's expectation turn to confusion; the man turning around and heading towards the door to see where his guest had gone off to. Zsien pushed open the door at the last moment, bursting through it and slamming it shut before he came up close to his prey.
The blonde seemed shocked at first. His eyes going wide and his lips parting at a word or another that he never had the chance to utter; Zsien grabbed a handful of the man's coat and yanked him close, crushing his lips in a kiss that soon had him moaning into Zsien's mouth. He swallowed every sound, his tongue thrusting past opened lips and finding its adversary in the slick, hot cavern.
Then the blonde decided to claim his own territory, and began to fight Zsien for it.
Yes, that's it.
The kiss turned more passionate as hands began to tear at clothing, lacings snapping for both of them and belt buckles and weapons clattering to the floor, coats and vests soon following. Zsien growled low in his throat, his eyes turning dark amber, responding to the testosterone swirling around the room. The blonde grinned back and pushed Zsien away to remove his boots.
But Zsien didn't want any of that, he was in charge tonight and the blonde better understand it fast or there would be a fight for real. He planted a palm on the man's chest and pushed him backwards until his calves hit the bed, he went down with a surprised yelp. Zsien followed, only stopping halfway to yank off his own shirt before he leaned down, hands planted to either side of the other's shoulders and proceeded to kiss them both breathless.
The blonde reached up and began to tease Zsien's nipples, tracing the markings adorning his skin, following every line that circled close to a spot that might be an erogenous zone, and Zsien chuckled into the kiss when his flanks got a taste of the other man's fingernails.
"Yes, that's it," he whispered and reached down to mold his hand to the erection tenting the other man's breeches. The blonde gasped and growled at him, pushing his hips up against Zsien's and biting his bottom lip.
"This is going to be good, I can tell," the blonde said in a hoarse voice, his eyes glinting in the dusky light from a streetlamp shining in through the greasy window.
Zsien smiled, showing his canines. "How so, prey tell."
"Because you are so big," came the answer, just a bit breathy when Zsien squeezed the cock under his palm, "and strong, and I know you'll make me feel it in my bones." The last few words were rasped out against Zsien's lips before he was yanked back down by his hair.
Zsien growled and began to tear at the man's breeches, his own growing too tight for comfort, and he licked a damp line down the blonde's throat in appreciation when hands unlaced the garment for him. Zsien continued to fondle the blonde's cock as he let his other hand roam down chest and abdomen. He raised his head then to look down at the man spread wantonly under him and smiled. He had found a man with muscles to rival his own, a strength and will to give him a challenge; the sweaty, stimulating, passionate fight he needed to clear his mind of other things not worthy of his concern.
The blonde man growled at him when he stopped what he was doing, and demandingly shoved his hand down the front of Zsien's pants, making him groan and then growl back. Yes, a good challenge.
Zsien made sure they were both naked before he got down to the more serious business. They struggled for a bit, fighting each other to gain the upper hand, but like the blonde had said, Zsien was stronger and bigger and eventually he won. But not without having rubbed his aching cock against the other man's muscled thighs and pointy hips, grinding down against his groin to make him moan and throw his head back. Yes, Zsien found all his buttons and played with him, bringing him to the edge and back and not letting go. And that just while greasing him up.
Twisting two fingers inside the blonde's tight ass, growling when internal muscles clamped down around him, he pushed one long leg over his shoulder and hooked the other behind the knee, and then leaned down with all his weight over the other man. The blonde panted heavily, his breath wafting hot and damp against Zsien's skin, and he grinned at the man's predicament. And still he managed to speak.
"Tell me your name," the blonde breathed out.
Zsien arched an eyebrow and flicked his fingers, making the man moan and writhe under him. "Zsien. Why?" he murmured in a deep voice and a shiver traveled up the other's spine; he could feel it.
"So I know what to scream when you make me come around your cock."
That did it! Zsien growled deep in his throat, the passion and lust rushing down to his already aching cock and making it throb with every pulse of blood through his veins. He pulled his fingers out, ignoring the pouty look on the blonde's face when he was left empty for the few seconds it took for Zsien to slick himself and get positioned.
Then he was pushing inside. The tight, velvet grip threatened to undo him, but he held on by sheer will and didn't stop until he was buried to the hilt.
The blonde's chest heaved with every breath, his eyes a bit glazed and his mouth falling open on a gasp when Zsien made a first thrust. Then another one, this time garnering a deep moan, and then he kept going until all that could be heard was the moans and cries of pleasure as he took his prey.
Fingers tangled in his hair, tugging on it every time he hit the other man's pleasure spot, and the occasional pain kept him focused and from losing it. He sat up on his knees, bracing his hands on the other man's hips while making sure the long legs were securely wrapped around his waist, before he picked up the pace. He pounded into the willing body, making the rickety bed creak and complain, but he wouldn't be satisfied until at least one of the wooden legs were broken.
The blonde grasped his own cock and writhed before him, his spine arching and his hips rolling to meet every one of Zsien's thrusts. He pushed harder, enjoying being able to let loose, knowing the blonde could take it and enjoyed it just as much as Zsien did. The sound of his sweaty flesh slapping against the other's rear had him grinning.
The blonde cried out in a hoarse voice. "Yes! Uuhhnn! Right there!!" And then he came, the first spurt hitting his chest and then his belly and the rest being milked out of him when Zsien wrapped his own hand around both his hand and cock to keep him submerged in bliss just a little longer.
Zsien let himself go then, his thrusts growing more erratic and ruthless, and the blonde groaned with the force beating against his prostate. Zsien came with a harsh cry when one of his nipples was pinched and he slitted dark eyes open to glare at his bedmate for the audacity. The blonde only grinned back and pushed against his groin to take all of his seed inside him.
It was only minutes later that Zsien realized he felt slightly offended and he untangled his legs from the other's but kept an arm around his shoulders when he leaned up on an elbow. He looked down at the other man, taking in the sweaty, flushed skin and damp hair sticking to his forehead. The blonde smiled lazily at him, the tip of his tongue darting out to moisten his lips.
"Why the sullen look?" the blonde asked.
"You never cried out my name," Zsien replied and narrowed his eyes. At the widening of the grey eyes he could tell his own were changing color again; it always got some kind of reaction the first time someone saw it happen up close. He leaned down and licked and nibbled at the other's throat and jaw to let him know he wasn't too annoyed by the slip.
The blonde tilted his head back and chuckled, his skin breaking out in goose bumps when a strand of Zsien's hair slid down to tickle his pectoral. "Well, I guess you just have to make me, then. I'm sure you have some techniques you still haven't tried out, am I right?"
Zsien rose up a bit to get a good look at the man under him. The bastard was smirking. Zsien grinned evilly and leaned close enough to see the striations in the other's eyes. "Oh, do not worry. I have many ways to get what I want. You will feel every thrust I make into you vibrating up your spine still when you leave here in the morning."
The blonde grinned back at him and tangled a hand in his hair again. "Show me!" he breathed and Zsien set out to do just that. He never could turn down a challenge.
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