Dimitri clings tight, fingers gripping just a little too hard into the fabric of his shirt, threatening to tear it. His shoulders shake, another choked noise muffled against the other man's neck.
"I do not deserve such kindness." He muttered. Max knew what he had done, and yet he still chose to help him. It was such an overwhelming feeling - someone caring so deeply, so willing to give up what they had earned for him. And don't even get him started on how amazing it was to actually taste those honey cakes again, like a sweet nostalgia that only made his tears fall harder and faster.
Max can feel the fabric creaking, and he marvels at Dimitri's strength again. He half thought he imagined it at the bar. It the shirt ends up damaged, Max doesn't much care, because this moment is so worth it.
"You didn't need to deserve it. I was happy to do it. Dimitri, seeing you happy is all I could ask for. I'm so happy for you."
Max pats his back lightly. "Why don't you come inside? I've got some stuff I'm dying to have you try now."
He slowly gathers himself, so tempted to argue but willing himself not to. Why was he so happy to do it? How was this man so - so good, and how had he come to be so fond of Dimitri in such a short time? It was all so fucking baffling.
"Yes - I apologize, I..." Yeah. He slowly leans back, wiping the tears from his eyes with the heel of his palm. Goddess, he was a fucking mess. He nods, stepping in after Max like a lost puppy; following close. "Those cakes - did you request them as well?"
He takes it, dabbing at his eyes and assuring they're dry before he fixes the patch back over the scarred one. He politely folds the handkerchief afterwards so he can set it down...somewhere, or just let Max take it back.
"I thought it might be some kind of trick at first." Because he was paranoid, and he wouldn't be surprised. "but when I tasted it...it was just like I remembered, as if the tray had come from the castle kitchens in my home in Faerghus, as if my step mother was there."
Max sees him looking for a place to set the cloth and takes it from him, tucking it back away in a pocket.
"I'm so glad. I knew I wouldn't be able to reproduce it as well as the fae could. But now that you've tasted it again more recently, you'll be able to help me get it right, won't you?"
He folds his arms afterward, for lack of anything better to do with them currently.
"I am not a baker by any means, but if you simply mean taste testing, I would be more than happy to." He says, shifting on his heels a bit awkwardly. "But I am going to have to insist you allow me to repay you with more than just that."
"Yeah, taste test. That's what I mean. And you can keep me company in the kitchen too." He winks.
But, oh dear. What is he supposed to say to that? Max knows what the dirty side of him wants, but he absolutely did not do this just to get a 'thank you' fuck. That would be wrong.
"Well... how about a thank you kiss from a handsome king? Hm?" This isn't the same thing. It's just a kiss. Like, on the cheek. "That would be thanks enough."
Dimitri's head cocks quizzically, observing Max for a moment as if trying to determine the sincerity in the request. Given their last interaction, he shouldn't be surprised, and yet his cheeks still alight with color. "That is all?" He certainly didn't think a kiss would be sufficient payment for getting his sense of taste back, but maybe...
He steps forward, a scarred, calloused hand cupping Max's cheek, thumbing under his eye with surprising gentleness (though that probably wouldn't last very long) as he leaned in and pressed his lips to the other man's.
Max swallow hard when the man draws closer. Whatever he was about to say dries up in the back of his throat as Dimitri strokes a thumb tenderly over his cheek. His lips part eagerly to accept that kiss. He presses in, seeking to deepen it, to taste Dimitri's tongue with his own. Will the sweetness of the cakes be lingering there still?
Oh, it definitely is. Dimitri ate about four of them before he left - the first one, he thought, had to be a figment of his imagination; some conjured memory that allowed him the briefest chance to taste again. But then he ate another, and it he tasted it just the same, sweet and familiar; warm, like home before everything went to shit. And it just went from there until he got up and headed to Max to thank him.
In turn he plans to taste Max just the same; his tongue delving from his mouth and into the other man's so he can really appreciate whatever he has to offer. An odd - but not unpleasant - mix of sweetness and...bitterness? He will have to probe a little more, excuse him. His arm loops around Max's waist, palm flat against the small of his back to press their chests together.
Max smiles when he tastes the remnants of the cakes on Dimitri's tongue. He can imagine to himself the man trying one after the next, barely believing it's true. Max feels a little bad that he'd made the man cry, but tears of joy, he assumes.
Right now, though, it's Dimitri making Max's eyes water from the intensity of his kiss. The arm around his waist pulls him in close and he's like putty in Dimitri's strong, strong arms. His mouth opens eagerly to that kiss, letting the grateful king have full reign to explore as deep as he wishes.
The kiss lasts for a few seconds longer; Dimitri's tongue eagerly tasting all he can before he pulls back, breathless and red-faced. The hand on Max's back curls slightly, gripping at whatever fabric covers him to keep him pressed to the king's chest.
"Is that sufficient enough for repayment?" He asks, his voice low, the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. "Or do you require more of me?"
Max is breathless when the kiss finally breaks. His cheeks are bursting red and the rest of him is just as heated. His hands wrap around Dimitri's waist more out of a need for support than anything, because his legs feel like wet noodles. Fuck, he can't handle how hot it is to hear Dimitri's voice dip low like that.
"More than sufficient," he pants, "but... mmm, I really want more."
"I had thought you might. A simple kiss seemed an insufficient payment for the return of my senses." He laughed, lips brushing against Max's with each syllable. Max should have no fear of falling - Dimitri's holding him tight, and even as he pushes the other man back toward the nearest sturdy surface, he all but carries him along the way, holding him by the waist.
The king is only slightly hesitant. He's more experienced now than when they first met, but he still worries he might fuck something up or hurt the other man despite that. So he is careful - as careful as a beast if a man like him can be - as he leans in to trail kisses along Max's neck, not knowing how sensitive it is. Once he's got him pushed back against whatever he hit, he wedges a muscular thigh between Max's, pushing them apart so he can rub against his crotch. "What is it you want? I owe you quite a bit - so anything you request, I can surely manage."
"How do you know it wasn't just because, selfishly, I couldn't stand someone not being able to taste my cooking?" He says it teasingly. Obviously, that's not the real reason. Or, not the only one.
Max is trying to play it cool, right up until Dimitri's kisses begin to trail down his neck. He can't pretend anything with that, it sets fire to his skin.
"Oh, fuck yes."
His hands grip Dimitri harder, to hold himself up. But that proves not to be necessary at all. Dimitri is so strong! Lifting Max and carrying him like he's made of paper. They hit the kitchen wall and Max groans from pure unadulterated lust. He can barely stand how hard his cock is now. When Dimitri parts his legs with a thigh, Max grinds himself eagerly against it, desperate for relief.
"God," Max gasps. Words are hard when he'd this turned-on, "fuck me right here against the wall. Oh, please!"
"I have a strong feeling that is not the case." He saw the look in Max's eyes when he offered, the sincerity in wanting to see someone happy, in wanting to see him happy despite not knowing Dimitri at all. And even if the gesture was selfish to a degree, it was still something Dimitri felt he needed to pay back.
And so he would via obliging in Max's request. A request that did not surprise him and yet still caused his cheeks to light with a rosy hue, and a heat coil in his belly. He pushed his leg forward, making sure Max could grind as much as he wanted against the corded thigh, all the while kisses along the curve of his neck.
"As you wish." He murmurs, lapping his tongue along the column of Max's neck. He tugs on whatever clothing covers his upper half now, trying his best not to just rip it off with his strength - but making no promises that he won't either.
"I'm having some strong feelings too," Max groans. He's expressing them with his hips, undulating against Dimitri's strong thigh. But it's not enough. his body cries out for more.
Needy moans rumble in his chest at the delicious sensation if the man's tongue along his neck. He's too desperate to care if this shirt gets ruined. While Dimitri takes care of that, he moves shaking hands to his belt, unbuckling it and then undoing the fly of his trousers. He'll let everything fall around his ankles, and kick them away, along with his shoes.
"Lube, in the kitchen drawer," he pants, motioning to a nearby drawer under the counter. He wants to waste no time, but he's also seen what Dimitri is packing. He's going to need it.
A series of pop, pop, pop's echo in the room as the buttons of Max's shirt clatter to the kitchen floor when Dimitri tugs just a little too harder in his eagerness to get the other man's clothes off. "Ah- Sorry." comes his muttered apology, and he hopes that when he pushes the shirt open entirely and splays his fingers across the other man's chest; calloused fingers brushing his nipple, that Max will forgive him.
"Of course." he has a hand free, so he will use it to yank the drawer open and fumble around for the bottle of lube. He retracts his leg so Max can get his pants off, none too worried about his own for the time being as he grasps the bottle finally and pulls it out of the drawer.
Max's room is going to be a fucking mess once this disasters done.
The only thing going through Max's mind right now as the buttons go bouncing away is how fucking hot that was. He doesn't look sorry at all as he pushes his chest against Dimitri's callused hand, wanting more.
Dimly, Max is aware of the sound of the drawer almost meeting an unfortunate fate. Nothing sounds like it broke, so he's not too concerned. No, the only thing he wants to concern himself with is Dimitri's cock. Hurry up with that lube!
"I need you," he whines impatiently, pressing his naked erection against Dimitri's thigh once more. "Please!
Dimitri grunts out a reply as he shifts his weight against the other man, keeping him pinned to the wall while his hands work to get the bottle of lube open. Once he has it, he liberally slathers his fingers with it, pulls his leg back, and replaces it with his hand. He dips under Max's thighs, pressing a lubed finger into him and working as diligently and quickly as he can to help prepare him.
His other hand slides up along Max's front, cupping the curve of his neck as he leans in and kisses the other side - trying to rouse more cries of pleasure from him as he had earlier. "Patience, Max. I need you to be ready for me." He breathes hotly between kisses.
"Hnnn," Max whines so deep in his throat Dimitri will feel the vibrations of it against his hand. Those kisses are sending him into the clouds.
He grinds himself against Dimitri's fingers now, encouraging him to probe deep. He's already plenty relaxed and open, a little more lube and he will be as ready as can be.
"I want you now," Max begs. So much for patience. "Fuck me. Fuck me, please!"
So much for patience indeed. Max's insistent begging sends surges of heat right to Dimitri's core, his reply this time more a growl than a grunt as he bites his teeth down into Max's neck - not enough to bruise, but enough to leave a lingering red mark for at least a few minutes. His fingers work him quickly, coating him with lube before they finally pull back.
The hand on Max's neck trails down, thumb against his pulse for a split second before vanishing entirely. He needs both hands to grab the lube again so he can quickly slather it across his own dick.
It's sloppy, there's splashes of lube on both their thighs but whatever. Its done, and as soon as he can he hooks his hands under Max's ass; simultaneously spreading him a bit and lifting him off the ground as the head of his cock presses to his entrance.
"You are awfully demanding." He muses, the words rumbling in his throat just as the head of hair cock slips in. Even that tiny bit of warmth is enough to overwhelm him, the next words he speaks ending up as nothing more than an animalistic growl against Max's neck. He was never good with words anyway.
Dimitri tries to ease in slow, letting his girthy cock fill him inch by agonizingly slow inch until he's hilted in him fully. His breath comes hard, body pressed to Max's to keep him held against the wall, the hands under his thighs squeezing so hard he will likely leave him bruised.
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Date: 2020-12-04 03:45 am (UTC)"I do not deserve such kindness." He muttered. Max knew what he had done, and yet he still chose to help him. It was such an overwhelming feeling - someone caring so deeply, so willing to give up what they had earned for him. And don't even get him started on how amazing it was to actually taste those honey cakes again, like a sweet nostalgia that only made his tears fall harder and faster.
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Date: 2020-12-04 03:51 am (UTC)"You didn't need to deserve it. I was happy to do it. Dimitri, seeing you happy is all I could ask for. I'm so happy for you."
Max pats his back lightly. "Why don't you come inside? I've got some stuff I'm dying to have you try now."
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Date: 2020-12-04 04:00 am (UTC)"Yes - I apologize, I..." Yeah. He slowly leans back, wiping the tears from his eyes with the heel of his palm. Goddess, he was a fucking mess. He nods, stepping in after Max like a lost puppy; following close. "Those cakes - did you request them as well?"
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Date: 2020-12-05 04:10 pm (UTC)"Yeah. I told Mab to have your favorite dessert waiting for you next to the note. Figured you'd want a way to test out for yourself that it was true."
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Date: 2020-12-07 08:18 pm (UTC)"I thought it might be some kind of trick at first." Because he was paranoid, and he wouldn't be surprised. "but when I tasted it...it was just like I remembered, as if the tray had come from the castle kitchens in my home in Faerghus, as if my step mother was there."
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Date: 2020-12-09 03:41 am (UTC)"I'm so glad. I knew I wouldn't be able to reproduce it as well as the fae could. But now that you've tasted it again more recently, you'll be able to help me get it right, won't you?"
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Date: 2020-12-09 03:55 am (UTC)"I am not a baker by any means, but if you simply mean taste testing, I would be more than happy to." He says, shifting on his heels a bit awkwardly. "But I am going to have to insist you allow me to repay you with more than just that."
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Date: 2020-12-09 04:10 am (UTC)But, oh dear. What is he supposed to say to that? Max knows what the dirty side of him wants, but he absolutely did not do this just to get a 'thank you' fuck. That would be wrong.
"Well... how about a thank you kiss from a handsome king? Hm?" This isn't the same thing. It's just a kiss. Like, on the cheek. "That would be thanks enough."
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Date: 2020-12-09 04:19 am (UTC)He steps forward, a scarred, calloused hand cupping Max's cheek, thumbing under his eye with surprising gentleness (though that probably wouldn't last very long) as he leaned in and pressed his lips to the other man's.
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Date: 2020-12-11 04:52 am (UTC)Max swallow hard when the man draws closer. Whatever he was about to say dries up in the back of his throat as Dimitri strokes a thumb tenderly over his cheek. His lips part eagerly to accept that kiss. He presses in, seeking to deepen it, to taste Dimitri's tongue with his own. Will the sweetness of the cakes be lingering there still?
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Date: 2020-12-11 05:04 am (UTC)In turn he plans to taste Max just the same; his tongue delving from his mouth and into the other man's so he can really appreciate whatever he has to offer. An odd - but not unpleasant - mix of sweetness and...bitterness? He will have to probe a little more, excuse him. His arm loops around Max's waist, palm flat against the small of his back to press their chests together.
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Date: 2020-12-12 06:46 pm (UTC)Right now, though, it's Dimitri making Max's eyes water from the intensity of his kiss. The arm around his waist pulls him in close and he's like putty in Dimitri's strong, strong arms. His mouth opens eagerly to that kiss, letting the grateful king have full reign to explore as deep as he wishes.
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Date: 2020-12-12 08:49 pm (UTC)"Is that sufficient enough for repayment?" He asks, his voice low, the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. "Or do you require more of me?"
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Date: 2020-12-14 06:58 pm (UTC)"More than sufficient," he pants, "but... mmm, I really want more."
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Date: 2020-12-14 07:07 pm (UTC)The king is only slightly hesitant. He's more experienced now than when they first met, but he still worries he might fuck something up or hurt the other man despite that. So he is careful - as careful as a beast if a man like him can be - as he leans in to trail kisses along Max's neck, not knowing how sensitive it is. Once he's got him pushed back against whatever he hit, he wedges a muscular thigh between Max's, pushing them apart so he can rub against his crotch. "What is it you want? I owe you quite a bit - so anything you request, I can surely manage."
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Date: 2020-12-17 04:35 am (UTC)Max is trying to play it cool, right up until Dimitri's kisses begin to trail down his neck. He can't pretend anything with that, it sets fire to his skin.
"Oh, fuck yes."
His hands grip Dimitri harder, to hold himself up. But that proves not to be necessary at all. Dimitri is so strong! Lifting Max and carrying him like he's made of paper. They hit the kitchen wall and Max groans from pure unadulterated lust. He can barely stand how hard his cock is now. When Dimitri parts his legs with a thigh, Max grinds himself eagerly against it, desperate for relief.
"God," Max gasps. Words are hard when he'd this turned-on, "fuck me right here against the wall. Oh, please!"
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Date: 2020-12-20 06:03 pm (UTC)And so he would via obliging in Max's request. A request that did not surprise him and yet still caused his cheeks to light with a rosy hue, and a heat coil in his belly. He pushed his leg forward, making sure Max could grind as much as he wanted against the corded thigh, all the while kisses along the curve of his neck.
"As you wish." He murmurs, lapping his tongue along the column of Max's neck. He tugs on whatever clothing covers his upper half now, trying his best not to just rip it off with his strength - but making no promises that he won't either.
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Date: 2020-12-22 06:26 pm (UTC)Needy moans rumble in his chest at the delicious sensation if the man's tongue along his neck. He's too desperate to care if this shirt gets ruined. While Dimitri takes care of that, he moves shaking hands to his belt, unbuckling it and then undoing the fly of his trousers. He'll let everything fall around his ankles, and kick them away, along with his shoes.
"Lube, in the kitchen drawer," he pants, motioning to a nearby drawer under the counter. He wants to waste no time, but he's also seen what Dimitri is packing. He's going to need it.
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Date: 2020-12-23 03:32 am (UTC)"Of course." he has a hand free, so he will use it to yank the drawer open and fumble around for the bottle of lube. He retracts his leg so Max can get his pants off, none too worried about his own for the time being as he grasps the bottle finally and pulls it out of the drawer.
Max's room is going to be a fucking mess once this disasters done.
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Date: 2020-12-24 06:46 am (UTC)Dimly, Max is aware of the sound of the drawer almost meeting an unfortunate fate. Nothing sounds like it broke, so he's not too concerned. No, the only thing he wants to concern himself with is Dimitri's cock. Hurry up with that lube!
"I need you," he whines impatiently, pressing his naked erection against Dimitri's thigh once more. "Please!
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Date: 2020-12-29 09:44 pm (UTC)His other hand slides up along Max's front, cupping the curve of his neck as he leans in and kisses the other side - trying to rouse more cries of pleasure from him as he had earlier. "Patience, Max. I need you to be ready for me." He breathes hotly between kisses.
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Date: 2021-01-02 04:55 pm (UTC)He grinds himself against Dimitri's fingers now, encouraging him to probe deep. He's already plenty relaxed and open, a little more lube and he will be as ready as can be.
"I want you now," Max begs. So much for patience. "Fuck me. Fuck me, please!"
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Date: 2021-01-02 06:29 pm (UTC)The hand on Max's neck trails down, thumb against his pulse for a split second before vanishing entirely. He needs both hands to grab the lube again so he can quickly slather it across his own dick.
It's sloppy, there's splashes of lube on both their thighs but whatever. Its done, and as soon as he can he hooks his hands under Max's ass; simultaneously spreading him a bit and lifting him off the ground as the head of his cock presses to his entrance.
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Date: 2021-01-03 11:19 pm (UTC)"O-oh," he moans unhappily when Dimitri takes his hands away. But that displeasure is short-lived.
The moment he feels himself lifted with Dimitri's thick cock poised at his opening he lets out a joyous cry, "Yes! Fucking do it!"
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Date: 2021-01-05 01:12 am (UTC)Dimitri tries to ease in slow, letting his girthy cock fill him inch by agonizingly slow inch until he's hilted in him fully. His breath comes hard, body pressed to Max's to keep him held against the wall, the hands under his thighs squeezing so hard he will likely leave him bruised.
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