Chapter 40: Chapter 40: (M) Several days
(CW// NSFW)
"AHHHNNNNGGGHH!!!"
Carlton’s anguished cry echoed through the chamber as Alaric’s substantial manhood penetrated him. The Duke’s body contorted in a desperate arc, back bowing off the bed like a drawn bowstring. His fingers dug into the sheets with white-knuckled intensity, nails leaving crescent-shaped impressions in the fabric.
Tears streamed down Carlton’s face as he struggled to process the overwhelming sensations assaulting his senses. It was as if he were being cleaved in two by Alaric’s girthy intrusion - every ridge and vein of that throbbing shaft an exquisite brand searing into his most intimate depths.
"S-stop... please..."
Carlton begged, voice breaking on a sob even as his hips tilted up to meet each relentless thrust. The fruit’s effect had stripped away all semblance of reason or restraint, leaving only primal need and desire in its wake.
His eyes then flew wide with shock as he felt the unfamiliar sting of tears and the humiliating burn of begging words spill from his lips. These were things he hadn’t experienced in years - not since he was a helpless child. To feel them now, in this most vulnerable and compromising position, was almost more than his pride could bear.
And yet, even as agony lanced through him at Alaric’s initial penetration, Carlton’s treacherous body betrayed him. His slick hole welcomed the prince’s thick shaft with obscene ease, greedy walls clenching and fluttering around that invading length. The pain swiftly gave way to pleasure so intense it bordered on ecstasy - a revelation that left Carlton reeling.
Lost to sensation and lust, the Duke could no longer claim ownership over his own actions or responses. He had become little more than a vessel for primal need - an instrument of carnal desire tuned by the fruit.
Alaric too was swept away on a tide of blissful oblivion. His eyes slid shut as he surrendered fully to the overwhelming sensations of Carlton’s tight, wet heat enveloping him. Each thrust of his hips carried him deeper into that welcoming body, and the prince groaned long and low at the exquisite pleasure.
"So tight... so wet..." Alaric panted, voice ragged with desire. "No wonder we do this so often in the future... I could get used to this..."
His movements grew more forceful, more demanding - each snap of his hips driving him balls-deep into Carlton’s yielding flesh.
Carlton’s instincts, honed by years of quick thinking and decisive action, pricked at the back of his mind. The prince’s words were strange - too naive for a man who had supposedly taken Carlton many times before. A flicker of confusion pierced through the haze of pleasure clouding Carlton’s thoughts.
Why was he talking like someone who had never done this before? Shouldn’t he have been an old hand at it by now? Why did he sound so much like... Alaric I know?"
But those questions dissolved like mist as Alaric slammed into him with renewed vigor, driving the breath from Carlton’s lungs in a strangled moan. All higher thought fled in the face of such intense sensation - all that mattered was chasing this exquisite pleasure to its peak.
"More..." Carlton gasped out between panting breaths, hips bucking up to meet each punishing drive. "Harder! Fuck me harder!"
To hell with pride or position! In this moment, Carlton wanted nothing more than to be filled and fucked until he could think of nothing else but Alaric’s touch. He craved to be used for the prince’s pleasure - to be reduced to a quivering, begging mess until ecstasy consumed him whole.
Lost in the throes of passion, neither Alaric nor Carlton realized the true nature of their situation. The prince believed he was with a future version of Carlton, while the Duke thought he was with Alaric from another world. Neither knew they were actually intimate with their own best friend.
Though both men possessed keen intellects, the influence of aphrodisiac and fruit had muddled their minds. From the start, their words hinted at this fundamental disconnect - but lust-addled brains failed to put it together.
Carlton’s body writhed wantonly beneath Alaric’s, hips undulating to meet each driving thrust as if possessed by some carnal demon. In that moment, all semblance of restraint fled before primal need - even a shred of common sense could not withstand such overwhelming desire.
And then Carlton did something utterly unexpected: he wrapped his arms around Alaric’s neck and pulled him down into a clumsy kiss! The Duke’s lips moved against those of his best friend with all the finesse of a drunken first-timer - which indeed he was.
Alaric too kissed back with all the awkward enthusiasm of a novice, his tongue tangling clumsily with Carlton’s as they both struggled to navigate this new frontier. It was obvious that neither had ever kissed before - save for Alaric’s forced encounter with the otherworldly Carlton just yesterday.
But in that moment, none of it mattered. All that existed was the heat of their bodies pressed together, mouths slanting hungrily against each other as they lost themselves in this first clumsy but passionate kiss.
Indeed, the clumsy, inexperienced nature of their kiss and coupling was a stark contrast to the otherworldly versions of Alaric and Carlton who had been fucking like rabbits for over a decade. The prince’s lackluster technique - focusing solely on speed and depth rather than skill or finesse - further underscored this difference.
However, lost in the haze of lust, neither man noticed how amateurish their lovemaking was. For them, it was already exquisite beyond compare - there was no frame of reference by which to judge its quality.
Suddenly, Alaric’s cock brushed against Carlton’s prostate by accident, eliciting a loud moan from the Duke as his body bowed off the bed. The unexpected pleasure made stars explode behind Carlton’s eyelids.
Alaric paused mid-thrust, grinning down at his lover with smug satisfaction. "Oh? Is it good here?" he teased. "Looks like I found your sweet spot!"
Withdrawing almost completely until just the tip remained inside Carlton’s clenching heat, Alaric reveled in the feeling of emptiness before slamming back in with one powerful, precise thrust directly against that sensitive bundle of nerves.
Carlton gasped, back arching off the bed as his eyes rolled back in sheer ecstasy. It was like a fireworks display had gone off inside him - brilliant flashes of light and color bursting behind his eyelids as indescribable pleasure flooded every cell of his being.
"Yes!" he cried out hoarsely, fingers scrabbling for purchase against Alaric’s sweat-slicked skin. "Right there! Don’t stop!"
Alaric obliged with gusto, setting up a relentless rhythm of deep, targeted thrusts that had Carlton seeing stars with every pass. The Duke writhed and moaned beneath him, completely lost to the overwhelming bliss radiating from his core.
Alaric captured Carlton’s lips in a searing kiss, swallowing the Duke’s wanton moans as he continued to pound into him with relentless fervor. Their kisses grew more passionate and skilled with each passing moment - perhaps because of their deep friendship and intuitive understanding of what pleased the other.
Carlton’s legs locked around Alaric’s waist, ankles crossed at the small of his back as he pulled the prince deeper still. The change in angle allowed Alaric to reach even greater depths within Carlton’s tight heat, eliciting louder cries of ecstasy from his friend.
The sight of Carlton lost in such shameless abandon was utterly intoxicating. His usually stoic face was now flushed and contorted with pleasure, blue eyes glazed over and leaking tears of bliss, swollen lips parted around breathy moans. Alaric felt something shift inside him at this vision - a profound stirring that went beyond mere lust or friendship.
"Alaric... oh god, Alaric..." Carlton panted between kisses, nails digging into the prince’s shoulders. "Harder! Fuck me harder!"
Alaric complied with a growl, hips snapping forward with renewed vigor as he drove into Carlton’s welcoming body. The wet slap of flesh against flesh filled the room, punctuated by their ragged breaths and cries of passion.
"Carlton... Carlton..." Alaric chanted breathlessly against the Duke’s parted lips, desperate to imprint every detail of this perfect moment into his memory.
Carlton’s hand wrapped around his own throbbing erection, stroking in time with Alaric’s relentless thrusts. His cock was already pulsing and leaking, teetering on the very edge of release.
"Alaric..." Carlton whimpered desperately, fingers digging into the prince’s shoulders. "I’m so close! Don’t stop!"
Alaric growled against Carlton’s neck, sucking a dark mark into the tender skin as he pounded into him with wild abandon. The Duke’s words had unleashed something primal inside him - a fierce need to claim, to possess utterly.
"Yes... together..." Alaric groaned, hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. "Come for me, Carlton! Let me feel you come undone!"
He captured Carlton’s lips in a searing kiss as he drove them both towards oblivion. Their bodies moved as one now - slick with sweat and trembling with impending climax.
Carlton threw his head back with a hoarse cry as his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave. His cock jerked in his fist, spurting thick ropes of pearly seed across their bellies and chests. The rhythmic clench and flutter of his inner walls milked Alaric’s cock, drawing out the prince’s own release.
"Alaric!" Carlton screamed, back arching off the bed as ecstasy consumed him whole. "Yes! Fill me up!"
With a guttural shout, Alaric buried himself to the hilt inside Carlton’s spasming heat and let go. His cock pulsed again and again as he pumped the Duke full of his hot seed, marking him from within.
Alaric nuzzled into the crook of Carlton’s neck, savoring the aftershocks of their shared climax. The Duke shuddered beneath him as he felt Alaric’s release flooding his insides, toes curling with the intensity of it all.
For long moments, they simply lay there entwined, chests heaving as they caught their breath. The only sound was their mingled panting and the occasional soft groan as aftershocks rippled through them.
But even as Alaric basked in the warm glow of satisfaction, he could feel an unfamiliar restlessness stirring deep within him. The drug Lucas had given him was still coursing through his veins - heightening his senses and stoking the embers of lust back to a raging inferno before they’d even fully cooled from their first coupling.
He lifted his head to gaze down at Carlton with a wicked grin, trailing teasing kisses along the Duke’s closed eyelids. "With your legendary stamina on the battlefield," Alaric purred seductively, "I’m sure you won’t tire so easily between these sheets."
To punctuate his words, Carlton’s legs locked around Alaric’s waist like a vice, heels digging into the small of his back. The movement drove Alaric’s still-hard cock even deeper inside him, eliciting a strangled groan from them both.
"A few times?" Carlton echoed breathlessly, blue eyes fluttering open to meet Alaric’s heated gaze. "Let’s make it several days... I want to see how long this insatiable man can last."
Alaric growled in approval and captured Carlton’s lips in another searing kiss as he began to move once more. He was determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from this night.
