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Mal
He was kneeling.
Not in the way a general might kneel before an overlord to pledge allegiance, but rather to a lover, both knees on the floor soft with plush carpeting and his wrists tucked neatly behind his back.
He'd asked his lover for this, quite enthusiastically as a matter of fact, but still he couldn't quell the flutter of nerves. Not that he'd be hurt, there was never any fear of that with his husband, but simply that he wasn't quite sure of himself.
Along with his nerves there was an abundance of desire. Arel was even more beautiful today than he had been all those years ago. Ten years had aged him, of course, but he wore it very well indeed in the sprinkling of silver at his temple and the lines that crinkled so appealingly around his eyes. His body was still firm and his muscles showed the work he did with the sword to keep his mastery.
Yes, Mal was almost embarrassingly delighted with how well his husband wore his age. Six years was not so big an age gap but it was enough that he'd more than once fancied himself as Arel's eager young student. It was a thought that compelled him more than he'd been able to admit at first and he'd kept such play as a fantasy only.
As ever, his husband had worked the fantasy from his mind and into the light. A man with thirty-five winters to his name shouldn't blush like a virgin but blush he had when trying to explain himself. Even now, he knew, Arel preferred not to kneel and he'd never once even considered the idea of asking him for it. The idea of requesting anything that might distress the other man was an anathema to him and another reason why he'd not shared this particular fantasy until prodded.
"No," his husband had said with no small amount of exasperation "I'd not enjoy kneeling as you describe but, Mal, you're not asking me to do it! Considering you've been on your knees for me more times than I can count why is this any different?"
"It's the situation," he'd tried to explain. He knew it was different, it was just hard to explain how. "The power, I suppose," he said finally.
"You want to be overwhelmed, husband mine," Arel had said softly "Entirely at my mercy, yes?"
He'd nodded, mouth dry at the though but miserably unhappy at the idea he could ever remind Arel of kneeling powerless.
"I've not been afraid with you now for ten years," Arel had pointed out "You've been careful with me for a decade, my love. I don't think that'll change now. Let me think on it, please. I don't think it's so big an ask as you believe."
He'd nodded and let his husband distract him by proving he didn't need to get on his knees to suck his cock so well he came breathless and gasping in the space of a short few minutes. When he'd got his breath back he'd only had the energy to offer his thighs for Arel to fuck as if bringing the fantasy out in to the open had exhausted him as much as acting on it would have.
And Arel had thought about it carefully as he'd promised. Then he'd sat Mal down and worked every tiny detail out of him until he was squirming with embarrassed lust and nearly spilling in his underclothes like an untried newlywed.
"Yes," his husband had purred, clearly enjoying the state of him "I think we can make that work. Now, come to bed. Such play is for other nights, I want you in me tonight." Mal had gritted his teeth to not come on the spot and set himself the delightfully distracting task of kissing every inch of the other man's skin until he had calmed enough to give him what he wanted.
That had lead him here, kneeling on a rug that had been laid down over the carpet already there simply so he might not hurt in any unwanted way. He was naked and his husband was fully clothed and in his hand was the sword that Mal had worn to their wedding. Arel had laughingly proclaimed it dull as ditchwater all those years ago but that suited their purpose now.
"I'll not come anywhere near you with a blade with an edge," he'd said firmly and Mal had offered the dull blade to him. He had no interest in bleeding.
Arel held up the sword with cool precision and set the flat of the blade on Mal's bare shoulder as if he was appointing a knight of old. He didn't lift the blade though and Mal trembled at the look on his face.
"Well?" his husband said, still cool and poised "What are you waiting for. Come closer. You'll not be able to suck my cock from there."
The lust rolled in his lower belly and he felt his cock twitch and harden. He shuffled forward on his knees and went to move his hands from behind his back. That earnt him a tap from the flat of the blade and a disapproving hum.
"You'll keep your hands where they are," Arel told him. He'd not worn a belt, Mal realised and left the button of his trousers undone. He used the hand not holding the sword to open his trousers and Mal could see skin underneath. Arel wasn't wearing any underclothes he realised with an almost violent pang of lust. He was as hard as Mal was already and when he drew his cock from his trousers he hissed a little at the touch of his own hand.
"Go ahead," he told Mal and he lurched forward to suck the head of his husband's cock into his mouth. The bright blade of the sword stayed steady in his peripheral vision and he knew he was in no danger but the obvious sign of power and possession was leaving him dizzy with arousal.
It was awkward to suck with his hands behind his back but he quickly learnt the best angle to take and set up a smooth rhythm. Occasionally the light would flash off the blade or it would shift a little at his shoulder and he'd be reminded of his position. He moaned and Arel gasped at the feel of it.
"That's good," he praised and Mal felt his cock start to drip with pleasure as he doubled his efforts. He wanted to make his husband come. He knew Arel was close when he set his sword to one side and put both hands in Mal's hair. He was forceful as he moved his head and Mal gave himself up to the delight of being moved for his pleasure. When Arel came he swallowed him down and gladly. The rush of the other man's pleasure was nearly enough to take him over the edge himself but he resisted the urge. He'd asked for more yet.
"You've done so well," Arel said, his voice husky from pleasure. "Let me please you now, come up on the bed. Over my knee, love."
His husband sat at the headboard and piled enough pillows up that Mal could lay himself over his knee without putting any pressure on the scarred hip and thigh that still gave Arel pain if he wasn't careful. He was harder than he could ever remember being and when his dripping cock rubbed against Arel's trousers he couldn't help but thrust against him. It earnt him a scolding slap on the backside and he moaned at the sting of it - sharp and warming - but obediently stilled his hips.
"You've pleased me so well," Arel said, stroking gentle hands up his back "Hold still now, love, I want to please you in return." He picked something up from the bed and showed it to Mal. He recognised it as the leather sheath intended for the sword Arel had held and he moaned when his husband dragged the cool leather down his back to rest at his backside.
"I want to use this on you," he said "Want to leave you spanked red and moaning for more."
"Please," Mal moaned "Please, I want it please." He was almost unbearably aroused at the thought of it. The sting of the first strike was enough to have him moaning and pushing back for more. Arel didn't hit him hard, neither one of them would have enjoyed this if it were more pain than pleasure, but the sting was warming and spreading and he groaned out his delight. His husband warmed his entire backside then worked down the back of his thighs until Mal thought he'd go mad with lust.
"Please, please let me," he managed to gasp out and Arel obliged him in an instant.
"That's it, take your pleasure," he encouraged Mal to thrust against his leg and he could feel himself already nearly at orgasm.
"I'm close," he groaned and Arel drew back the sheath and set one precise strike neatly across the middle of his backside, just a little firmer than the rest had been. It was enough. Mal shuddered through his peak with the sting only magnifying the pleasure of it.
He lay for a long moment recovering and enjoying the gentle stroke of Arel's hand up and down his back but eventually the spend that clung to his skin and Arel's trousers cooled enough to be uncomfortable and he shifted in place.
"Ready to move?" the other man asked him and he nodded his head. It didn't take them long wash and to set the pillows to rights and Mal helped his husband undress before they tucked into bed together as they usually did.
"Thank you," he said into the quiet between them "I knew I'd enjoy that but I didn't realise I would like it quite that much."
"You were beautiful, husband mine," Arel said "Your pleasure was so wonderful to see. I enjoyed it too, more than I thought."
"I'm glad," Mal smiled at him. He couldn't hold back a yawn and it set Arel yawning too.
"Go to sleep, love," he said quietly and Arel nodded and tucked his head onto his shoulder
"I love you, Mal," he said, his voice blurred with sleepiness.
"I love you too."
The reply was as easy now as it had been nearly ten years ago.