Additional content notes for this chapter: dom/sub dynamic, negotiated rough sex, sadism/masochism

Kloy wasn’t surprised by the knock on his door exactly two days after he ‘rewarded’ Feyl - in fact, he’d left work a few hours early in anticipation to clean his suite himself. It wasn’t quite as clean as the valet tended to get it, but he was reasonably sure it was no longer distracting.

“Good evening,” the Royal Physician said, opening the door and stepping aside, “How are you feeling?”

Feyl snorted, breezing past him with a distinct sway to his hips, “Oh, I’m feeling just wonderful, thanks to your personal care, doctor.”

Kloy closed the door before coming up behind the other man. He wasted no time wrapping his lower arms around Feyl’s waist, the upper two sliding up the valet’s chest as he replied, “I do have a certain reputation to maintain.”

“A little eager, old man?” Feyl asked, even as he arched into the touching, bringing one hand up against the side of the doctor’s face and neck.

“Well, I did take care of any distractions this time,” Kloy replied, always pleased with a pliant partner.

“So you did,” the valet chuckled - but pulled away, keeping the sway in his hips as he circled behind the couch, “But I think there’s a little something we need to discuss before getting down to business.”

“Oh?” Kloy asked, the coy act even more appealing, if he were being honest.

“Tell me, doctor, was I imagining things, or was it the sight of my face in tears that got you off the other day?” Feyl asked, resting his hands on the couch back to lean on his arms while sticking out his behind. His tail swayed, a hungry glint in his eyes as he waited.

Kloy found himself clasping all his hands behind his back as he slowly strolled around the couch, finding it easy to reply, “I’m surprised you noticed much of anything in the state you were in, but you’re not wrong.”

The valet snorted, “You’re hardly the first to recognize how pretty my face is no matter what state it’s in - but having said that, I have a few boundaries.”

“Naturally,” the Royal Physician replied, leaning on the back of the couch next to the other man. His hands twitched to touch, but despite the teasing, he knew better than to do so before having this conversation.

“I don’t mind fingers, tongue, or even small toys, but I don’t get fucked in the slit,” Feyl said, using one hand to count off things as he said them, “A little rough pillow talk is fine; but anything close to hard degradation is a no. I don’t do permanent marks. For anything else, my watchword is saevvu.”

The doctor had to admit - this was refreshing. His latest escapades had all been rather tame since they were usually taken by opportunity rather than actively sought. He was hardly one to explain the systems of safety regarding roughplay to a one-night stand it didn’t apply to, and even the most flirtatious could sometimes become shy when it came to openly stating the things they did and didn’t like as Feyl just had.

“I won’t have any trouble with that,” Kloy replied, shuffling closer and finally letting one of his hands explore the valet’s exposed back, “I don’t have anything specific, but my watchword is scalpel.”

“If that’s not appealing to you, I suppose I have little concern for permanent marks,” Feyl grinned, reaching over to open the tie to the doctor’s belt.

“I prefer not to leave them, yes,” Kloy agreed, carding a hand into his sex partner’s hair as the one that had been wandering palmed the valet’s ass, “And while I enjoy causing tears, my method is painful pleasure - my words tend more towards praise.”

Feyl shivered, rising from the couch to press himself against the doctor’s front and reply, “Well then - I’m at your disposal, old man.”

Kloy kissed the valet roughly as the heat of that little challenge settled in his gut, hands working on removing the other man’s clothing as he started walking them toward the bedroom. If he were a few centuries younger, he probably would have used the nearest wall for what he had in mind - but he was no longer in the habit of picking his sex partners up. It was hell on the back.

Feyl didn’t bother trying to undress the doctor – as he wore nothing beneath the lounge robe. The valet’s upper hands dragged nails against his chest and back without opening skin, lower set at Kloy’s hips and waist to facilitate grinding their slits against each other.

He’s more aggressive, the Royal Physician thought with a pleased growl - which made sense, of course, given they had just established boundaries.

Kloy had managed to get the man’s belt off but realized he needed to pull away for the rest.

Feyl beat him to it - reaching back to pull the neck loop of his tunic over his head without being asked, the rest of the garment dropping to the floor.

No undergarments today, either, the physician thought in amusement, taking the moment to slide out of his robe. Demons did not wear genital covers as humans did, given theirs were internal, but most tended to wear some form of pant when wearing the short-style tunics Feyl favored. Not that Kloy was complaining.

He gave the valet a shove onto the bed, climbing up after him and asking, “What did you think of our last session?”

Feyl snorted, stretching sensuously as he replied, “Your force eversion trick was like nothing I’ve felt before - I wouldn’t mind a repeat demonstration.”

Kloy ran a hand down the length of the other man’s torso - surprised by the definition of muscle there but not paying it much mind. His other three were maneuvering the valet’s legs up and grabbing his tail. He smiled, “If you’ll indulge me, I was thinking of more of an explanation.”

Feyl’s left brows rose, but he smirked and waved the doctor on.

“You see, forced eversion works by manipulating the press of muscles around the genital slit,” the physician said, aware that heat was creeping into his lecture voice, “By pushing the legs open, the muscles form a wedge behind one’s uneverted cock. Pulling the tail pushes that wedge forward, causing eversion. Unless, of course,” Kloy pressed his last hand into a muscle at the bottom of the valet’s abdomen, smiling brightly, “There was a muscle that keeps the slit closed.”

He gave Feyl exactly one moment to absorb that information before pushing the valet’s legs apart and pulling his tail down as he had previously - except, as he’d explained, his fourth hand on the abdomen kept the slit from opening.

The valet’s breath hitched as he arched, eyes wide in shock. He managed a soft, “What-?”

“Beautiful,” Kloy purred, before letting his sex partner’s legs relax only to push them out sharply again, “It’s all rather fascinating, you see - essentially, I can use your own cloaca to stimulate your cock.”

Feyl squirmed, already tearing up as he moaned.

“You can’t cum this way, of course,” the physician went on, “But since I intend to make you cry all night, it’s an excellent warm-up.”

The valet shuddered at that, hands finding purchase in the blanket beneath him - but this time, he didn’t cover his face.

Kloy could feel his own cock pressed against his slit at the sight, but kept up the simulated auto-fuck as he said, “The only downside is that it takes up all my hands.”

Feyl huffed - then surprised the doctor by reaching up with one of his own hands. He placed it over the hand Kloy had on his abdomen, pressed to feel out the amount of pressure being applied… then moved to snake his hand under the physician’s, leaving him one hand free.

“You know,” Kloy said, growling as he leaned up - using his free hand first to push the valet’s head back by the chin, “The reason I refused at first was that you’re almost dangerously my preference.”

“Oh?” Feyl asked breathily, needing to add a second hand to his abdomen to keep the pressure steady.

The doctor breathed out carefully, “Gorgeous, flirtatious, confident, always challenging - my absolute favorite kind of person to reduce to tears.”

The valet moaned, sticking his forked tongue out to brush against the hand on his chin.

Kloy obliged him, sticking two fingers into the other’s mouth as he went on, “I knew it would be a struggle to keep my rougher impulses at bay - if I’d known I didn’t have to, I’d have made a move a century ago.”

Feyl was too busy eagerly sucking his fingers to reply - long tongue teasingly sliding down to the doctor’s wrist and undulating.

“Look at you,” the Royal Physician breathed, control slipping at the display, “Loving every minute of getting self-fucked and looking as perfect as an erotic painting. I should let you suck my cock just for the pleasure of seeing your face while you do it.”

The valet moaned with a nod, upper hands moving to explore Kloy’s chest - though at their current angle, he couldn’t reach much further than that. Especially with Kloy still pressing his chin up sharply.

“I think I will,” Kloy said, “But first I need to collect some toys - why don’t you go ahead and evert without touching yourself, hm?”

As the physician slid back off the edge of the bed, Feyl did just that - panting and legs shaking as his hands dug into the blankets and his cock writhed against his abdomen. Kloy couldn’t help glancing back as he dug out what he wanted from the box of sex toys in his wardrobe, bringing them over and setting the second aside to focus on the first.

“Have you seen one of these before?” Kloy asked his partner.

“Yes,” Feyl replied, licking his lips.

“Oh, good,” the doctor smiled, tapping the knob at the end that made the fae metal rod vibrate before running it up the base of the valet’s cock.

Feyl let out a keen, back arcing sharply as his head fell back, his cock ends trying desperately to wrap around the object.

“Gorgeous,” Kloy breathed, running the metal wand around the other man’s cock some more, knowing the cold metal was making him doubly sensitive. His cock started to poke out his own slit as he slid the toy into Feyl’s cloaca under the base of his cock.

The valet moaned and squirmed, unable to escape the sensation.

Kloy picked up the second toy - grabbing the other man’s chin to make him look at it as he asked, “Objections?”

“Oh,” Feyl’s eyes were going a bit glassy as he licked his lips again, “You really meant all night.”

Additional content notes for this chapter: dom/sub dynamic, negotiated rough sex, sadism/masochism

“I don’t make idle promises,” the physician replied, continuing to hold his sex partner’s head still to watch his face as he used his other hands to wrap the fur-lined leather cocksleeve in place - pulling the buckle tight so the other man wouldn’t be able to cum until it had been removed.

“Now then,” Kloy smiled and straddled Feyl’s chest with his legs between the valet’s two sets of arms. His cock had half-everted and squirmed up Feyl’s chest, “If you would be so kind.”

The valet’s tongue was out again, curling itself against the tip of the physician’s top fork in his cock - pulling the appendage out as it wrapped around it.

“How very skilled you are,” Kloy hummed, pinning Feyl’s upper arms above his head with one hand. He could hear the soft thud of the other man’s wrapped cock hitting his own stomach, but the valet’s lower hands settled on the doctor’s hips rather than try to relieve it.

Feyl didn’t reply - busy keeping his agile tongue moving as Kloy’s cock wrapped around it. The physician grabbed the man’s horns with his lower hands, helpfully holding the valet’s head in place as he leaned forward to slide his cock into that warm, welcoming mouth.

Feyl groaned, lower body squirming uselessly as he eagerly sucked Kloy’s cock - eyes shimmering with tears as he trained his gaze up.

“Fuck,” the physician said, cock flailing violently as their eyes met, and he came with a shudder. It’s been too long, he thought, Since I’ve seen that kind of tearful defiance.

He pulled away slowly, his own breath hitching at the overstimulation of Feyl continuing to lathe his cock with attention as he did. The valet didn’t seem to have a quip for his quick release - just trying to catch his breath as he squirmed.

Kloy let go of his horns to let his partner’s head fall back before he patted it, saying, “Good boy.”

Feyl moaned, leaning into the contact as the doctor caressed his cheek.

Kloy made an approving sound of his own - and got off the valet to order, “Get on your hands and knees for me.”

The valet complied, but it was clearly an effort - he was already trembling, but of course he was. Kloy knew exactly what he was doing.

The physician moved to sit in front of Feyl, pulling him forward, “Keep going, then.”

Feyl’s mouth and tongue were on his cock again, the latter sometimes thrusting into his slit under the doctor’s cock as one of his hands stroked.

Kloy sighed in contentment, reaching out to grab the valet’s tail and pull it forward - using two more to spread his partner’s ass and reaching under to thrust two fingers into his hole without warning.

Feyl half-shouted, half-sobbed - head falling forward as his hand kept shakily working.

Kloy didn’t relent - the heavy, choked breaths as he finger fucked the valet giving him a second wind faster than the sloppy oral. He added more fingers sooner than would be comfortable, the valet unable to do more than shudder.

“Four,” the physician purred, “And you’re sucking me right in, ah, you pretty thing - I don’t know how I’ve kept my hands off you this long.”

Feyl whined around his cock, ass pressing back into the doctor’s fingers.

“Yes, yes,” Kloy kneaded the valet’s ass with his other hands and paused to lick and suck on the end of his partner’s tail - then bit.

Feyl whined again, pulling back.

Kloy took his hands away, and leaned back, “Aw, poor young man - come here.”

The valet slid up the doctor’s body, dragging his bound cock against the bed and gasping as Kloy’s cock wrapped around it.

Kloy chuckled, half pulling the other man the rest of the way into his lap. He used his upper hands to push the valet’s hair back, holding it there as he ground his hips and cock up against his partner’s ass. He grabbed Feyl’s lower arms below the shoulder to help control the motion - the valet’s upper arms scrabbling against his chest.

“Gorgeous,” the doctor said, taking in the man’s tear-streaked, slack-jawed face.

Then he pulled his partner into a bruising kiss, twinning their tongues together and tasting himself in the valet’s mouth.

Feyl sobbed into it, wrapped cock squirming uselessly against the doctor’s torso as he bucked his hips across the other man’s cock.

Kloy pulled back - tugging the valet’s head against his shoulder as he used his lower arms to push the upper fork of his cock into his partner’s entrance.

Feyl shuddered - then forced himself still so the physician could keep pushing his cock further into him.

“Perfect,” Kloy complimented, turning his head to press his lips against his partner’s cheek, “Are you ready to cum, my pretty young man?”

The valet nodded, vibrating in the doctor’s lap as Kloy’s cock writhed inside his ass.

“Words,” the doctor replied, licking the shell of the valet’s ear.

“Please,” Feyl breathed, “Please let me… I need to…”

“Please what?” the doctor teased, tugging on the outside of the cocksleeve.

Feyl keened and bucked, needing a moment to collect himself enough to say, “Please let me cum!”

Kloy pushed the valet onto his back, following him with a harsh thrust while he held his partner’s head in place. He watched as he undid the sleeve and pushed the still vibrating metal wand up.

Feyl screamed as he came hard - splattering it over both their torsos with wide, wet eyes that rolled back.

Kloy leaned down to claim another harsh kiss, cumming again much less spectacularly with the valet’s legs wrapped firmly around his waist.

Then he lay next to the other man, both of them just panting for a few minutes.

“Fuck,” Feyl said, throwing an arm over his face, “We need to… do this… again.”

Kloy chuckled, reaching down to swirl the vibrating rod around, “Who said… we’re done?”

The valet moaned and squirmed, “Really?”

The doctor chuckled again - pulling Feyl into his side as he kept it up, “Maybe not as… enthusiastically, but I’ve got at least one more round in me. If you’re up for it.”

Feyl removed his arm and turned his face to Kloy with a smirk - like his eyes weren’t still puffy from having been fully wrecked just a moment ago. He said, “Do your worst, old man.”

The repetition of the challenge made Kloy growl approvingly, and he thought three rounds might not be entirely out of the question as he laid back, “Then show me how you want it, young man.”

As the valet straddled his lap, Kloy was already considering what to do for their next encounter to toy with the other man longer.

Such machinations were forgotten as Feyl pulled out the vibrating rod to finger his own slit while grinding over Kloy’s, both of their cocks having retreated back inside. There would be time for that later.