Only A True King

Summary

A tarnished mage, shaky on the ethics of commanding the dead to serve him in combat, notices that the one summon he was sure he couldn’t command has been acting strangely. He also, for completely unrelated reasons, desperately needs to get fucked.

Chapter 1

Leon knew something was different about Floh. He didn’t behave quite like the other spirit ashes he employed during his journey through the lands between. Leon was a mage through and through. Even during his time in prison he never quite got the hang of a blade, so he relied upon spectral champions to keep his enemies well away from him while he pelted them from afar. The other spirits were generally eager to help, often too eager by his estimation. He knew they were once living beings, that they had once had wills and ambitions different from his own. Yet each of them obeyed him unconditionally, except Floh.

He’d learned early that Floh didn’t give a shit about what Leon wanted him to do. The first time he’d found out was when he’d summoned the knight just outside an enemy camp. Leon had expected him to follow him like everyone else, only for the mage to turn back and see him chasing butterflies as Leon had the shit kicked out of him by the entire camp. However, when Floh actually decided to fight, he was the perfect partner. He was damn aggressive, practically rabid, and he knew how to keep himself alive. For a mage like Leon, someone who could consistently keep his enemies’ attention was a valuable companion. If anything, the strange distance between them was refreshing. Floh was once a living man with his own wants and needs. His obstinance kept that fresh in Leon’s mind.

Leon wanted to be as respectful to the compelled dead as possible. It reminded him too much of puppet magic, the dark secret of the Carian royal family. He’d been in line to become a preceptor until he discovered the dark magic the position would have required him to perform. He was imprisoned for slander after that. Funny thing to call spreading the truth. He hated having to rely on the dead in the same way they had forced the living into servitude. Perhaps that was why he liked Floh’s company. He was always sure that the Bloodhound Knight only ever did as he pleased.

It was because of that certainty that he had become concerned when Floh began to stick around longer and longer after battles. At first he thought he’d imagined it. Floh was only hanging around for maybe an extra minute, usually just investigating the aftermath. After a while though, he remained for five, maybe ten minutes by Leon’s count, shuffling around watching curiously as Leon looted the bodies of his fallen enemies, occasionally bringing him an item or two himself. His friendliness was becoming concerning to him. He hoped Floh wasn’t losing his will with repeated summons. It had gotten to the point where he was now avoiding summoning him altogether. However, today he had been backed into a corner.

The fanged imps he had taken to using (they were created beings to start with, that meant they were fine to use right?) weren’t really cutting it against the giant Magma Wyrm he’d found himself up against. He needed someone who could keep its attention for longer. He regretfully pulled out the box containing Floh’s ashes.

The two of them took care of the dragon handily. It was much easier to pelt its head with magical arrows when Leon wasn’t dodging sword swings every five seconds. Floh was streaked with blood and ash when he approached Leon after the battle. “Thank you.” Leon had gotten in the habit of thanking his summons after battles even if most never responded. Floh nodded in understanding. But continued to stalk forward. “You know you don’t need to hang around if you don’t want to. I’ve disturbed your rest, you shouldn’t feel obligated to stay.” Floh stood drawing himself to his full height. He took Leon’s face in one hand. The worn leather on the underside of the spectral knight’s gauntlets was soft against his skin. He felt the desperate urge to lean into the touch but he steeled himself. He would not take advantage of him like that. Floh scrutinized his face for a moment before wiping a fleck of blood from his skin. The mage felt all the blood in his body suddenly rush directly to his dick. The Bloodhound Knight made a gesture Leon didn’t recognize and faded away, leaving the mage alone with his guilt, and his raging erection.

Leon was reasonably sure he’d found the correct interpretation for the gesture that had burned itself into his mind. He paused and set his book down a moment to blast the Lazulite mage that had spotted him in the face before he resumed his reading. Bloodhound knights could not speak but they could use sign language to make their wills known. If this text was correct, he now knew what Floh had said before he disappeared, “Stupid fuck.” Perhaps his fears had been unfounded. He slipped the book into his brown and blue robes. He’d need to study up for the next time he summoned him. The phalanx of blades he’d erected skewered the Warrior Jar spinning towards him down the hallway. It’s not like Raya Lucaria couldn’t afford another copy. He figured it must cost less than his tuition had. They could take the cost of the book out of that.

Leon wanted to attempt to speak with Floh. Clearly he still had some semblance of his wits about him and the ability to communicate, so the mage wished to negotiate terms of their companionship. In his mind, if Floh was able to set boundaries it would be a significantly more ethical arrangement than their current one. However, before that, he needed to take care of something. The… issue that had arisen the last time he’d summoned Floh. Over the course of his journey, Leon hadn’t had many opportunities to feel the touch of another person and he was starting to feel a little pent up. That’s why he’d gotten a boner, not because he wanted Floh to gently hold his face like that again as he pulled aside his armor and took out his cock and thrusted it into Leon’s mouth like he was just a hole to be used. That definitely wasn’t the reason. He just needed to jack off a little bit first. That was it.

Before he attempted the summoning he made a quick stop at the Church of Dragon Comunion. He wasn’t an adherent or anything but there never seemed to be anybody out on its small island, especially not at night. He leaned himself up against the walls of the ruins next to the grace and pulled aside his robes. At first his thoughts drifted to an old fuck buddy from prison, but as he kept going and his strokes became sloppier his mind went instead back to Floh. What would it be like if he fucked him? Would he be passive, letting Leon fuck himself silly perched on his massive cock while he begged him to move, only to laugh at him and leave him crying for more? Or would he take him on all fours fucking into him over and over again until he was lying delirious in a puddle of his own cum, still using him like the fuck toy he was.

Suddenly his hand on his cock wasn’t enough anymore. Leon removed his robes completely and began working his fingers into his hole. It had been a while, so he’d tightened up considerably. That was unfortunate, he’d have to rectify that. Not for any particular reason, definitely, he just needed a little more than his fingers up there. It took what felt like hours for Leon to work himself back open to his satisfaction, but he eventually managed to fit his hand comfortably inside his hole. Praise the stars! His title as the biggest slut ever expelled from Raya Lucaria was no longer in question! He shook as he slowly clenched his hand into a fist, working his way back up. By the time he began to thrust he was drooling into the grass, cock entirely forgotten in favor of the hole that he desperately wanted filled. He could feel Floh’s name falling from his lips as he lost himself completely, but couldn’t think clearly enough to feel guilty for it. He just needed to cum. Just a little bit more and he would be there. He twisted his wrist and his knees buckled as his brain leaked out of his cock.

It took a minute for him to gather himself again. May he be struck down by the comets, that wasn’t how he’d intended things to end up! He was supposed to be disposing of the urge to fuck Floh not engaging in fantasies revolving around it. The complicated issue of whether or not Floh could even properly consent should have been enough to keep him away from that line of thinking. But, no, Leon had let himself get too fucking cum brained and now he had to deal with the consequences. As his head began to clear he heard the rustle of paper from somewhere behind him. He stood up quickly, not bothering to get dressed before snatching up his glintstone-less staff. Floh was sitting cross legged on the wall of the church thumbing through the book Leon had stolen.

“Having fun?” he signed. He shouldn’t be here! Leon hadn’t summoned him, unless? The bell had been in his pocket when he’d tossed away his robes, it might’ve rung when he threw them to the ground or he might’ve kicked it when he was lost to the world. Shit, Floh Probably heard him. Leon bowed politely, still naked.

“My apologies for my lapse in decorum. I promise you it will never occur again.”

“Did you understand me or would you have started with that anyway?”

“Both.”

“You learn fast.”

“I’m a quick study.”

“I guess you need me for something if you aren’t dismissing me.”

“Yes, once again my apologies for what happened earlier, it was not my intention for you to see.” Floh waved his hand, indicating for him to wrap it up. “Right sorry, since you’d proven yourself capable of communicating, I was wondering if I could negotiate terms with you, regarding your summoning.”

“Alright, what are your terms then? If you want me to play things more defensively the answer is no.”

“Oh you seem to misunderstand me, I wanted to know if you had any terms.”

“What?”

“Well, I feel like I’m taking advantage of you, you know? I can disturb your rest at a moment’s notice and ask you to fight for me. It doesn’t seem very fair to you if you don’t get anything out of it. For example, is there anything you’d like me to help you do? Latenna asked me to take her to the consecrated snowfields. I'd be happy to help you visit family or take you to some place you’ve always wanted to visit.” The bloodhound knight paused for a moment and then Leon heard a raspy almost hiss-like sound ringing through his helmet. Floh was laughing at him.
“You’re serious aren’t you?” Floh dropped down from the wall and stalked towards Leon on all fours. He placed his clawed hand on the mage’s shoulder. Leon could see the red glow of his eyes through the visor of his helmet. With his free hand he signed, “Do you really think that you could make me do anything I didn’t want to?” Fuck, that was going right to Leon’s dick again.

“Well, surely there must be some way I could compensate you for your service.” He said quietly, suddenly very much aware of exactly how naked he was. Floh removed his claws, letting them drop to the ground and disappear.

“Seems like you’ve already got something in mind don’t you?”

“That was, I, just because I want it don’t think that I expect you to reciprocate.”

“Come on, you put on a show like that, going wrist deep in your ass moaning my name, and you think I wouldn’t at least want a taste?” Leon could feel Floh’s breath hot and wet against his face. The knight grabbed his ass kneading it before feeling around the edge of his loose hole. He felt like he was going to melt from pleasure. Leon felt Floh trace something onto his skin. “Eager?” He nodded. Yes he was eager. So eager he didn’t know where he wanted it first. All he knew now was that he wanted to be filled. Floh started to remove his helmet, but then paused tracing “Scream if you want, you agreed to this.”
Leon had never seen a bloodhound knight without their helm. They were all mostly human in their proportions aside from their size and digitigrade legs, but the way they moved and their inability to speak led Leon to believe they were a good distance from human underneath their armor. At first his only thought was that Floh was unusually hairy. It wasn’t fur, just a thicker than average layer of body hair, but then he got his helmet all the way off. It looked like the starting point for whatever Floh was had been human, but he had been obviously warped and formed into something far from that. His jaw had been elongated into something not quite a snout, his lips stretched over sharp teeth that didn’t all quite fit inside his mouth. His tongue hung slightly out, much longer than a person’s should be, rendering it useless for speech. All Leon could think about was how deep he could fit it down his throat. Stars, self control, self control.

“May I please kiss you?” Floh smiled.

“No.” He traced and Leon whined involuntarily. The knight laughed that harsh hissing laugh again. “You’re filthy. Have to clean you up first.” He pushed the mage to the ground and sat on top of his legs, pinning him down. Then Floh lowered his head down to Leon’s stomach and began licking the remainder of his cum off of it. He squirmed helplessly as the knight licked his way up further, his tongue curling around his chin and teasing the corner of his mouth. “Now you can kiss me.” Leon surged forward trying to take as much of him in as possible. He could taste himself in Floh’s mouth as he licked over his sharp teeth and tried to swallow down as much of his tongue as possible. Floh pulled away, humming low in his throat. “Not eager, desperate,” he traced. Leon panted underneath him. Yes he was desperate, he wanted to kiss him again, he wanted that tongue to cover every inch of him, he was hardly sure anymore exactly what he wanted anymore aside from more.

Floh backed off of Leon’s legs and flipped him onto his stomach. Then the knight grabbed a hold of his hips and brought the mage’s ass up to his face. Leon moaned quietly as Floh spread his cheeks. Marika’s tits he had a nice ass. That had been one of the things that had first made him stick around after battles were over. The mage’s robes gave Floh just enough of a hint of what was underneath to get him drooling. Well, not that it was particularly difficult with the way his mouth was shaped. Having the real thing in his hands though, that was something else. It was softer than he thought it would be and plush enough that he could really sink his hands into it. Then there was of course that loose hole, still wide open from Leon’s hand, practically begging for something to plug it back up.

Floh pulled off his gauntlets with his teeth. Most wizards he’d met were massive pervs in some way or another. Usually it was a control thing. Maybe something about learning the secrets of the infinite universe just gave people a thing for domination, maybe it was just the hazing culture at the academy, he had no clue. All he knew was that if he had a rune for every mage that had tried to get him to wear a dog collar, he’d have been able to afford a much better burial. Seluvis especially, eugh. Floh didn’t know how Darriwil stood working with the old lech. Man, it had been a while since Floh had seen Darriwil. He wondered how he was doing.

Leon was clearly pretty well educated, Floh had seen him melt a tree spirit in seconds using some souped up version of a comet spell. He’d assumed he’d be just like all the other mages, maybe with a bit more guilt and crying afterwards. This though, this was new for him. To see somebody so desperate for him, squirming in his hands begging to be touched… fuck. That was hot. Floh spat on his fingers and teased at the edges of Leon’s hole. It was still slick from the show he’d put on for him earlier. You know what, fuck foreplay, he was prepped enough already. Floh just wanted to taste him.

Leon tried to muffle his moan as he felt a long rough tongue make its way into his ass. “Louder,” Floh traced into the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. “Don’t hold back, let me hear you.” That tongue licked deeper and deeper into him and he let himself go, moaning wantonly. Floh hummed and the vibration against his hole made Leon throw his head back. “Good boy.” Oh stars, yes he was a good boy. Maybe if he was even louder Floh would call him that again.

“Your cock! Please! I need it!”

“Where?”

“My mouth.” Floh slid his tongue slowly out of his ass and he whined desperately. “Please don’t!”

“Don’t what?”

“I need you in both! Please!”

“Greedy.” Floh laughed as he traced the words. He slowly, agonizingly, removed the rest of his armor and sat up on his knees. The rest of him was unusually hairy as well, with a few bald patches worn away underneath the straps of his armor. His legs were strangely bent, as Leon had observed outside his armor. Now he could see that it was because the bones of his feet were unnaturally elongated, forcing the knight to stand on his toes. Floh didn’t give him much time to take all of it in, easily handling the mage so his thighs rested upon the knight’s shoulders and his head hung down into Floh’s lap. Leon’s position gave him a perfect view of Floh’s cock.

It was disappointingly human looking, however, it was also significantly larger than Leon had imagined. His cock was about the same girth as his fist but a good couple of inches longer than he could reach with his own arm. As if that wasn’t enticing enough, his balls hung the size of apples beneath it. Oh stars, he could just imagine how much cum Floh would be able pump into him. He could imagine how he’d look, leaking into the grass out of both holes like a used cum rag. It was a shame spirits didn’t smell like anything, he’d have loved to bury his face in them and take a good whiff. “Go on, what are you waiting for, an invitation?” Floh looked down at him and Leon could see strands of drool leaking past his overcrowded teeth. Stars, Floh was just as desperate as he was wasn’t he?

Though Leon prided himself in his ability to take anyone, even he could admit that Floh’s dick presented a challenge. It would be difficult for him to get his mouth around it, let alone down his throat, so he resigned himself to worshiping every inch of it with his tongue. It didn’t taste like anything sadly, but it had a strange slick texture to it that he found endlessly fascinating. Maybe, with the added slickness he’d manage to get it down his throat like he so desperately wanted? It was worth a shot wasn’t it? He played with Floh’s balls as he kissed his cock’s massive head in preparation. He forced his mouth as wide as he could and attempted to take it inside of him.

Floh noticed what Leon was attempting to do and pulled him away, whining in protest. As good as it would feel to ruin his throat, the mage probably would’ve hurt himself trying that. Normally Floh figured he would’ve known that, but in the state Leon was in it was probably safer to assume he’d try anything if he even remotely believed he could get off doing it. Leon had offered himself up as a toy but he was a delicate one, Floh would have to be careful not to break him. He easily flipped him over, sitting him on top of his thighs. The mage immediately switched gears, grinding his own cock against Floh’s. Fuck that felt good, but one of them had to stay more or less lucid. Floh held him in place with one hand and snapped his fingers in front of his face. “Are you still with me?” The mage nodded vigorously. Okay, he was still communicating at least, that was good. “You’re not going to be able to get my dick in your mouth.”

“Please, give me one more chance! I promise I can do better! Please!” Leon looked legitimately distressed at the idea, something to unpack later he guessed.

“Look buddy, if I let you try you’re just going to end up hurting yourself. We can find other things to occupy your mouth alright? For now I can think of somewhere else I want to put my dick.” He lifted up the mage, pulling him closer so that he could slot his dick between his ass cheeks. “You want to be a good boy for me, right?”

“Yes! I’ll be a good boy!”

“Great. Now, I’m going to sheath my cock in that loose ass of yours. I want you to stay absolutely still until I tell you, alright?

“Alright.”

“Good boy.” Floh slid his cock into the mage’s gaping hole. Marika’s tits, that was nice. He was just loose enough that Floh could slide in easily but he was still tight enough to squeeze deliciously around him. He stopped for a moment allowing Leon to get used to him. He was being good to his word, but was crying from the effort of staying still. Floh pushed himself further in, feeling Leon’s walls stretch around him as he went deeper and deeper. He paused again. Fuck, he was so close to getting it all the way in, but he didn’t want to go too fast for Leon’s sake. Of course the mage wasn’t making things easy for him. He’d progressed from crying to screaming and begging.

“Just use me! Please! Let me be your cocksleave! I want to be your hole!” Well, even if Floh was having a rough time looking him in the eyes, at least he was honest. It gave him more to work with. When Floh was sure he could keep going without hurting him too badly he pushed the mage down onto his back and finally sheathed himself fully. The mage breathed a sigh of relief as Floh’s hips met his ass. Fuck, he was really going to enjoy this.

“You can move now.” Yes! Leon immediately surged upwards, nearly headbutting Floh in his rush to kiss him again. That rasping hiss of a laugh came again as he ran his tongue over Floh’s teeth. The knight began to kiss him back, delving deep into his mouth and towards the back of his throat. He hummed contentedly around his tongue. Leon was finally being filled the way he needed to be. He didn’t have to think about the people he’d killed to get here, he didn’t have to think about the burdens he would be expected to take upon his back if he became Elden Lord, the only thing that occupied his mind in that moment was the tongue in his mouth, the massive cock in his ass, and how much he wished Floh would just move already.

Floh could tell Leon was getting impatient, he could smell it on him, but this was supposed to be his compensation now, wasn’t it? He was going to be the one dictating the pace. Floh began to pull out, moving at a snail’s pace. Leon clawed at his arms, begging him to go faster, but he held steady, pulling himself almost all the way out before slowly pushing his way back in. It was torturous, but the way Leon squirmed made it all worth it.

Floh was starting to understand the whole control thing now. He knew Leon was a competent mage, honestly probably one of the best he’d seen in a long time, but in this moment he had put himself completely at Floh’s mercy. Having someone he knew was so capable surrender himself completely, doing as he said and begging to be used, It was utterly intoxicating.

Floh drew himself out slowly one last time, before slamming back inside. The mage arched his back as if he was electrocuted at the change of pace. Leon grabbed onto the knight’s back for support. He was close again now. It almost felt as if Floh was getting bigger inside him, though Leon was too far gone to care about anything aside from how good it felt. He felt Floh’s cock scrape up against that sensitive spot inside him and his vision went white. He just barely registered the feeling of cum spilling into his own ass as well.

As Leon started to come back to himself it slowly dawned on him that Floh hadn’t pulled out. Not that he was upset he hadn’t in the moment, far from it, it was just a little odd he was still in there. Leon tried to gently back off his dick, but found he couldn’t.

“Sorry, it’s going to take a while to go back down. We’re going to be stuck like this for a bit.” Floh looked almost sheepish, well as much as he could look sheepish with those intensely glowing red eyes.

“Don’t worry too much about it, it feels kind of nice actually.” Leon felt pleasantly full. Not in the same way he had earlier, desperate to have his brains fucked out, but content and comfortable in the intimacy of it.

“This isn’t going to be a one time thing is it?”

“Why do you listen to me when I summon you?”

“You can’t just avoid the question by asking me one.”

“My answer depends on yours. Bloodhound Knights only swear themselves to one master right? Why listen to me?”

“I never had a master. I waited my whole life looking for somebody I thought could be a king and bought it before that happened. Isn’t that carved on the box my ashes are crammed in?”
“Precisely, why me then? Why not wait for someone stronger? I can think of several people off the top of my head whose strength better befits a crown.”

“It isn’t strength that befits a crown. Any dog’s arse can be strong. Hell even if you weren’t strong to begin with there’s plenty you can do even without runes to become stronger. Not that any of them are exactly healthy.” Floh wiped some of the drool from his mouth as he finished to underscore his point. He knew a couple of people who became bloodhound knights because they wanted to be strong, and look what had happened to them. “You might not be strong but you’re a clever bastard.”

“Then once again, there are a multitude of options far more intelligent than I am.”

“I’m not talking about how much bullshit they crammed into your head at the academy either. I’ve seen enough young mages get themselves killed thinking that just because they know a few spells, the whole continent was obliged to kiss their ass. How much you know isn’t as important as you’d think when you’ve got half a fort on your ass.” He stopped, running a hand through his shaggy hair, trying to think of a way to phrase what he was trying to say. “Cleverness isn’t something you can really teach and it’s certainly not something you can get with runes. You can learn it, but it’s difficult and you have to do it on your own. It’s not a measure of the resources you have, whether mental, or physical, or material, but a measure of how well you utilize them. I have seen others decide their lords based on who was the strongest or, the smartest, or the wealthiest, and seen them fall, because their lord didn’t understand how to effectively use the gifts they’d been given.” Floh attempted to look away, difficult as that was with the two of them stuck together. “You understand what you can and can’t do. When we fight, you know how to leverage both of our strengths. You never take on more than you can handle, but you also don’t make me do all the work either. And don’t think I don’t notice how much you set up, even before I get there, to make things easier on me.”

“Well isn’t that my role as your commander?”

“It is.” Floh managed to look at him again. “But not everyone is good at it. That’s…” He looked conflicted, not sure if he was willing to continue signing. He took a breath, the intensity of his eyes softening for just a moment. “That’s why I figure you can do it. Out of everyone I’ve met, before and after I bought it, you’re the only contender for the throne with any damn sense. Even if you’re a fucking dumbass sometimes.”

Leon breathed a sigh of relief. Okay, he had actual confirmation now. There was nothing compelling Floh to listen to his wants or needs. He was the same as always, he’d just decided this for himself. It gave the mage a warm feeling, knowing Floh thought he was special. “This doesn’t have to be a one time thing, if you want.”

“What about you? Do you want to do this again?”

Now that the haze of arousal was no longer clouding his eyes, Leon could finally begin to take in how Floh looked in the light of the approaching dawn. There was his unnaturally elongated face, which looked as if it were halfway forced into the shape of a canine’s before whatever mage, priest, or surgeon had done it had given up. His ears were slightly pointed with a notch in his left one. The hair on his head was limp and shaggy, though it was impossible to tell what color it was when he was alive. A thin layer of hair also covered the rest of his body, too thick to be natural, but still too short and thin to be called fur. Patches of it had worn away at the points where his armor was strapped onto him. His hands were relatively ordinary, apart from their size and the thick calluses that had developed from being forced to walk on them. Floh’s legs on the other hand had been forced into a digitigrade configuration. What was fairly clearly once an ankle, rested at what should have been his mid-calf, allowing him to run and fight on all fours. His body as a whole was strangely thin and gangly looking, as though he had been simply stretched into his current shape, with the exception of his chest which was already particularly broad, but looked especially so in contrast to the rest of him. He was unsettling to look at, a creature more than a man, molded into a form designed specifically to track and to kill. Floh was in fact quite frightening to him, but at the same time, by the stars and comets, was that hot.

“Yes, I would like to, but, once again I want to stress that you shouldn’t feel obligated to have sex with me just because we’re working together.”

“If you don’t want to fuck me just say so. I’m not going to be offended.”

“No! Far from it! It’s just, I lose myself when I have sex. I ask for things that my partners find beyond their capacity or their comfort to give. Others generally find me selfish or unreasonable.”

“You didn’t ask me for anything I wasn’t willing to give you, though maybe I’m just special.” Floh grinned. “I’m going to guess with an ass like that, it would normally take more than one cock to satisfy you.” Leon squirmed a little in embarrassment. “Of course if I’m still not enough I’d be willing to share. It would be a shame if I kept you all to myself. I’ve got a couple of friends I could introduce you to if they’re still kicking.” The thought of being passed around like a doll between more men like Floh threatened to make him hard again.

“Stars, please don’t tease me like that,” he moaned.

“All I think you need is a steady hand. Somebody willing to tell you no if things start looking too dangerous.”

“Maybe, but I ought to be able to control myself. I don’t want you to feel like you have to be responsible for me when you also have needs that require fulfillment.”

“Maybe, but I don’t think you’ve considered that keeping you under control might be a way for me to fulfil those needs. Trust me, I was into it. I could’ve dismissed myself ages ago if I wasn’t.” Floh finally felt himself flag enough to pull out and laid down in the grass next to the mage. It had been a while since he’d felt grass on his skin. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed it.

“Alright, but if I ever become too exhausting for you…”

“Fuck, you’re stupid.” Floh kissed him again, this time slower, more exploratory. He had been all business before, but now he wanted to take his time to map out all the details of the smaller man’s mouth. “Bloodhound Knights swear to serve for life. Ignoring the fact that we’re both already dead, you’re not going to get rid of me that easily.”