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Olivine sits in Dante’s elegant and stylish bedroom. He’s arrived for a visit, of sorts, a follow up from his prior time at the shrine. Perhaps with less alcohol but with a few additional…expectations.
Outside the door, Olivine hears Dante’s angry voice. He can’t make out the specifics, but he hears the slight slur and the rage. Oh, dear. He’s already run roughshod over two of their agreements. Olivine will need to take matters into his own hands.
He smooths his long skirt and adjusts the flowing button-up blouse, assuring everything is properly covered. This was certainly an interesting request of clothing, but he has to admit, the Solarian regal style is both flattering and comfortable. He’ll need to remember it in the future.
Dante throws the door open and stomps in, scowling. It takes him a moment before he notices Olivine sitting primly in a chair by the table. With an exaggerated flounce, he flings himself into the other seat at the table, his dark expression turned on his companion. Olivine sighs gently.
“You are staring,” Dante points out.
“Yes, because I can see that you haven’t kept to our conditions.”
“What difference does that make? You are aware of what day it is, I presume.”
“Of course, but that should not matter. I see I will need to correct your behavior before we continue.”
Dante only makes a low, furious sound in response.
“Please bring me the stack of paper and your quill from your desk,” Olivine instructs.
“If I refuse?”
Olivine smiles sweetly. “If you’re very good, then you and I can have playtime. If not…”
He has to hide his amusement at Dante’s pout while he follows the directions. He sets the items down roughly on the table.
“Pick them up and try again. Neatly this time, please.”
Dante does as asked, the tension in his jaw giving away how hard he’s clenching his teeth. At least he won’t need to be disciplined for talking back.
“Now. Please tell me what you think you’ve done wrong.”
Somehow, Dante manages to grind out, “I drank too much.”
“And?”
He throws his hands up. “I do not know!”
“Ah-ah,” Olivine scolds mildly. “If you don’t remember, you may ask me politely.”
“Tch.” Dante settles at Olivine’s arched eyebrow. “Would you please explain what other ways I have erred.”
“Much better, thank you. I overheard you speaking unkindly to Mr. Gyro just now. Is that how I’ve taught you to address the household staff?”
“No.”
“No, what?”
“No…ma’am.” Dante’s cheeks turn red.
“Very good. You understand I will need to give you a consequence?”
“Yes. Ma’am.”
Olivine takes a small object out of the pocket in his skirt, courtesy of one Grand Sorcerer who was more than happy to offer his services. He injects a bit of essence just as Eiden told him to.
Handing it to Dante, Olivine says, “First, put this on.”
“I—!” Dante looks at the cock ring resting on Olivine’s palm. Fortunately, he knows perfectly well he can’t refuse or their afternoon ends here. “Yes, ma’am.”
This will prove interesting. Dante typically wears tightly fitted trousers, with little additional room. They both know exactly how this is going to go. Still, Dante complies, adjusting himself before standing with his back straight. Olivine uses a bit of magic to make the cock ring vibrate. He wants to see how the normally stoic Sun Lord will react to this challenge.
He grunts softly, and his stomach contracts visibly, but he otherwise remains still. Olivine is impressed. He gives it a moment until Dante’s hands, balled into fists, relax.
“You may take a seat.”
Frustration is still rolling off Dante in palpable waves, but Olivine ignores this. He sets a blank page in front of him and moves the quill and ink within reach.
“Sit up nice and tall, no wiggling,” Olivine says. “I expect you to write two letters of apology. One to me for breaking our rules, and one to Mr. Gyro for your thoughtlessness.”
Dante’s lips press into a thin line. Judging by the almost imperceptible twitch of his hips, he’s already uncomfortable. However, there is no reward without proper punishment first. The consequence should fit the behavior; therefore, this is what is necessary.
Since Dante still hasn’t moved, Olivine says—his voice still soft—“Go on.”
At last Dante picks up the quill and begins to write. He does his best to remain perfectly still, but his eyes are watering and his breathing is rapid. There are beads of moisture at his hairline, and his entire face is growing more flushed by the moment. It’s a lovely sight. If it continues, Olivine is in danger of losing his own resolve.
“I am finished with the letter to Gyro.” Dante pushes it over for approval.
“This is excellent. You may deliver it.”
“Wh-what?” Dante glowers at him. “You said nothing of the sort—!”
“Mm, I believe I said there would be consequences, and I outlined the possibilities. You did agree to the terms, and then you chose not to follow them.”
Dante lowers his voice. “At least stop this damn thing from vibrating before I go out there. Please.”
He’s broken character, so Olivine nods. The purpose was not public humiliation. He retracts the magic, and Dante stands. He sways for a moment, but he quickly steadies himself.
“I will return shortly.”
It takes less than five minutes. As Dante left the door open, Olivine can hear most of the conversation, ending with Gyro’s “Very good, sir.” His footsteps become softer and softer on the tiles until the sound disappears, at which point Dante returns to the room and closes the door.
Olivine immediately reprises the magic, making the cock ring vibrate again. Dante grunts and grips the back of the chair at the sudden return of the sensation.
“You may sit again. Please continue your writing.”
His discomfort is even more visible this time. Olivine has to remind him twice not to move. Eventually, he sets the quill aside and hands over the second letter.
“I am finished.” His voice is rough.
“Good.” Olivine stands, but he doesn’t take the letter. “Come with me, and bring that.”
At the couch, Olivine instructs Dante to face him. He slowly unfastens his trousers and slips them and his underclothes off. Relief registers on Dante’s face, and Olivine has to suppress a shudder.
“Sit,” he directs. He gives Dante a pointed look. “Do not even think about touching yourself, young man.”
Dante inhales sharply; his breath shakes as he lets it out and takes a seat. His fingers twitch a bit as he rests them on either side of himself to resist putting them anywhere on his body.
Olivine lifts his skirt, under which he is entirely bare. He settles on Dante’s lap, his knees cradling his hips. With gentle care, he draws up Dante’s hand that’s holding the letter.
“Read it to me,” he says.
Dante’s tongue pokes out. He still has a fairly sour expression, but his pupils are dilated and the pulse in his neck is bounding. His hand quivers as he shifts the page so he can see his writing.
“Dear M-mm—” Dante’s breaths are pained and stuttering. His lips tremble. “I—”
“Shh,” Olivine murmurs. He puts a soothing hand on Dante’s arm and rubs softly. “You can do it.” He scoots in so their cocks are just barely touching. “If you’re a very good boy, Mommy has something special for you.”
Dante positively whines. The sound is utterly mesmerizing. Olivine has to brace himself to get through this part.
“A-all right.” Dante closes his eyes for a moment. When he opens them, that resolve Olivine loves so much is evident. “Dear Mommy,” he reads.
As he recites, Olivine uses a touch of magic to make the cock ring vibrate more and less at irregular intervals. It causes Dante’s voice to break several times.
“I’m—hahh—sorry f-for! Ngh! Dr—. Ungh. Drinking too much a-and causing you! Trouble. Please—nnnhh—f-forgive me. I will be good—mmmnnnn—from now on.” Dante finishes on a gasp.
“That was excellent!” Olivine praises. “You really are my good boy. Now, would you—”
He’s cut off by Dante’s pleading moan. “I-I’m going to—”
“Ah, ah. Not yet.”
Olivine retracts the magic entirely from the cock ring, ceasing the stimulation. He’s rewarded with Dante’s closed eyes and the way he’s biting his lip, trying not to cum until he’s allowed.
“Please…”
“Please, what?”
Dante is nearly crying. “Please, Mommy…I need to…finish.”
“Unbutton my blouse.”
Dante’s fingers are trembling so violently he almost can’t unfasten the buttons. His hurried desperation isn’t helping. He’s so gorgeous like this that Olivine has a sudden urge to push against him and bring them both release. He takes a few calming breaths.
With his blouse now open, Olivine’s bare chest is right at Dante’s eye level. His hand hovers a few centimeters from Olivine’s left nipple. Olivine takes that hand in his own.
“Would you like to touch?”
“Ahh…yes.”
Olivine presses Dante’s palm against the flesh of his plush breast. He’s writhing his hips now, seeking friction, so Olivine gladly provides it.
“Go ahead and cum,” he says.
That does it. With an extended groan, Dante cums hard between them, making a mess of them both. His head is tipped back, mouth open, relieved tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. He is captivating like this, so much that it takes every ounce of Olivine’s restraint not to join him and rut against him until he spills too.
Instead, he uses the edge of his skirt to clean them both and carefully removes the cock ring. It’s clear that this didn’t fully satisfy the Sun Lord; he’s still hard. Good.
Olivine leans in and brushes his lips against Dante’s hot, flushed cheek. He whispers, “You did very well. Would you like your special treat? Do you want Mommy to ride your big, hard cock?” He nips Dante’s ear.
“Oh god…yes…”
Dante covers his eyes with one hand and uses the other to squeeze Olivine’s ass. Olivine is ready; he made sure of it before their meeting. He lifts himself and braces on Dante’s strong shoulders as he slowly lowers onto him. He’s big, and though he’s not as large around as Quincy or as long as Yakumo, the he’s well-proportioned. It feels amazing.
“Mm,” Olivine says. “You’re filling me so well, my good boy.”
Dante doesn’t answer. He probably can’t at this point. His eyes are glazed over, and he looks like he’s almost fully lost himself in the feel of their joined bodies. They’ve fucked several times, and Olivine’s seen him drunk a time or two. But he’s never had this version of Dante, utterly powerless under his spell and relishing every second.
Olivine decides he’s held back long enough. They both have. He grips Dante’s long hair with one hand and the back of the couch with the other as he rides him. Dante’s come back to just enough awareness to slip his hand between them, encircling Olivine’s dick and stroking in time with the rhythm of their bodies colliding. He draws a nipple into his mouth, alternating suckling like a child and teasing the piercing with his tongue.
Unable to bottle it in, Olivine moans as he moves faster. He knows Dante loves to hear him, loves the volumized lewd sounds he makes as he nears climax. Beneath him, Dante is shaking again, now burying his face between Olivine’s breasts. Every time he exhales, he utters a low noise that’s almost a growl.
“Fuck…harder…” Olivine gasps out.
“Nnghh!”
Dante gives one final thrust, his ass lifting off the couch. He shudders out another orgasm, his arms encircling Olivine and pulling him in tight. The sensory input sends Olivine over the edge as well. For a moment, he feels like he’s suspended in air, and then he’s brought back to earth with a mind-blowing climax, cumming hard with his cock pressed between their bellies.
The air in the room is thick with the scents of essence and body fluids. Olivine takes a few minutes to descend from his high before pulling off. He sheds his now soiled clothes and steps into Dante’s private bath for something to clean them both.
When he returns, Dante is still on the couch, looking slightly stunned. Olivine helps him up and into bed, laying him down and cleaning him with tender care. He cleans himself as well then joins Dante and draws the covers over them up to their waists. Dante rolls over onto his side and throws an arm over Olivine.
“Are you all right?” Olivine asks, tugging until Dante rests his head on his chest. He strokes Dante’s hair.
“I am, thank you.”
“We have time to rest?”
Dante nods against Olivine’s skin. “I always clear this day after…” He sighs. “After I visit their graves.”
“Of course.” Olivine is quiet for a moment before he asks, “Did it help?”
“Surprisingly, it did.” Dante pushes himself up. “May I…next time, would it be all right if I took care of you?”
“I—” Olivine pauses. His parents are very much still alive, and he knows perfectly well what they would have to say about this. “I would like that, yes.” He snorts and instantly covers his mouth to hold back the giggle threatening to burst out.
“What?” Dante eyes him quizzically.
“Just…my parents. Fuck them,” he whispers.
“No, thank you.” Dante’s chest rumbles with laughter. “Dick biscuits.”
“Oh.” Olivine’s cheeks flame, but he laughs too.
“Rest,” Dante says. “We can talk about it later.”
Later. Yes. Of all the people in Olivine’s life, Dante is probably the last person he expected to be sharing a bed with. And yet here he is, content and sleepy. He closes his eyes, remembering to say a quick prayer of thanks for the showers of blessings.