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Dayton

F arron blinks at me, tears pooling in his eyes. I cross to him in two steps.

My chest still heaves with the exertion of the fight, the thrill of the battle coursing through my veins.

The final match was unlike anything I’d experienced in my entire life. I ended it quickly, efficiently, in a way that would have made Justus proud. With every strike of my sword, I thought of Farron. People love to call me an idiot, but what kind of person locks themselves in a cell?

Why had he done that?

I grab his face and press my lips to his cheek. “I won.”

Outside, I can still hear the chanting of my name. I’ll have to return to accept my victory soon. But the only thing that mattered was getting back to him.

“You won,” he murmurs against my skin.

“Let’s get you out of here,” I say, looking at the corner of the cell where I left the key.

“I can’t wait.” Farron surges forward, crashing his lips against mine.

The kiss is intense and untamed, and it’s precisely how I crave it. I feel like I’ve won so much more than the fight. Farron shivers against me, his body pressing into mine.

I pull away, my eyes tracking up to his, seeing his hands dangling above his head. “Hmm, I don’t want to release you yet.”

His eyes widen, and he gives a little moan of pleasure. Slowly, I kneel and open the golden buttons of his tunic, trailing my tongue down his soft skin before I stop above the waistband of his pants.

“Would you like me to touch you, Fare?”

“Yes.” He bucks his hips closer to my face. I can feel his hardness through his slacks; my own cock aches in similar fashion.

“Fuck,” I groan and strip his pants down to his boots. And damn if his cock isn’t gorgeous, hard and long and dripping with precum. “Does the thrill of battle make you ache, Farron?”

His breathing grows ragged as I stroke him slowly. “I need you.”

My eyes meet his, and I can see the sincerity in them. I lean forward, my lips grazing his length before I take him in my mouth, tasting his salty sweetness.

Farron moans, his hips thrusting as I move my lips up and down his hardness.

He makes a sound of pleasure as I run my tongue around the tip of his cock. His body trembles. He’s close. The thought ignites a primal ferocity within me.

I pull away, looking up with a satisfied smirk. “Now I’m definitely not letting you out of these chains.”

Then I take his entire length to the back of my throat.

He lets out a deep moan, and his hot seed explodes in my mouth. I swallow greedily, and when he’s spent, I lick his cock clean. Fuck, he tastes amazing.

I stroke his still-twitching member. My hand continues its slow teasing.

“Please, Dayton,” Farron begs. He must know I can’t deny him a thing. “I need you inside me.”

I stand and push the leather down my legs, my cock on full display. Spitting on my fingers, I press my shaft against his stomach and reach around to stroke his entrance.

“You ready for me, Fare?”

He nods, wild hair falling in his face.

I lift him, pressing him to the sandstone wall. He wraps his legs around my waist. My hard length pushes against his entrance. He gasps, his eyes fluttering closed as I slide inside. We both moan as I thrust deep, filling him.

I drive into him hard, our moans echoing off the chamber. His body quivers beneath me as he makes his way closer and closer to the edge.

I never come in my lovers. Had never done so before until my first time with him. Something about it feels too intimate. Too lasting. But every ounce of me wants to fill him with my seed again, wants to claim him. Mark him in a way no one else can.

“Fuck.” My pace increases at the thought of my cock exploding in his ass.

“Day,” Farron cries out, face scrunching.

I pull him close, my mouth dipping to his neck to suck on the sensitive skin. I need to possess him, make him mine, fill him, scar him.

If anyone ever lays a hand on him, I’ll rid them of life and fuck him in their blood.

A broken moan escapes his lips as I release my teeth from his neck. A red mark lingers. Good.

The chains rattle in time with the slap of our bodies, my balls hitting his ass hard as I push as deep as I can go. Not hard enough . Strength courses through my arms as I grab his hips, pulling him down more. Then I still.

Arching my back, I let out an intense moan as I feel his tight muscles grip my cock. His whimpering voice is so sweet. “Oh gods, Day. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

But I don’t move, not yet. I stare at him, firmly gripping the nape of his neck. His whole body shudders around my length, his own cock hard again and aching, dripping against his stomach.

“Day… Day,” he breathes.

“Shush.” My fingers tremble on his hips, tight enough to bruise. “I want to feel this, Fare. I need to feel this. Just for a little longer.”

He nods, hands grasping the chains. “This feels so good. You feel so good.”

I squat down, still holding Fare close to me, and grab the key off the floor.

Trembling, I unlock the chains from the wall, and his wrists fall away to loop around my shoulders.

We both let out a moan as the movement pushes me deeper inside him.

He’s so easy to hold in my arms. His mouth opens against me as I kiss him.

I rotate my hips, not ready to pull out even an inch.

I circle my cock, touching every part of his inner walls.

Farron kisses me deeply, then sucks on my bottom lip before biting down.

“Naughty boy,” I murmur. “I’m going to fucking fill you to the brim, baby, until you’re stuffed full of my cum.”

His reaction to my words spasms through his whole body. His muscles clench so hard around my cock, I almost explode.

“Would you like that?” I groan. “You’ll have to walk out of here with my cum running down your legs.”

He blinks, eyes glassy, face flushed. He’s too fucking cute, too fucking beautiful. I never want to let him go. I move my lips to his ear. “Walk past all those gladiators. They won’t see it. But they’ll smell it. They’ll know who you belong to.”

Farron whips his head to capture my lips with his, his soft hair falling across my brow. He moans something. I think it’s yes. But I need to make sure.

I pull out, out, out, out, out of him, until it’s just my tip nudging his entrance. It’s delicious how his body moves and squirms with the movement.

“Tell me, who do you belong to?” I plunge all the way into him. His answer is a broken whimper. I pull out again, slamming in harder. “Tell me, baby.”

Farron’s face scrunches up and he lets loose a cry. His fingers are so tight in my hair I swear he almost pulls it out.

My pace increases rapidly, strong strokes deep inside him. “Tell. Me. Who. You. Belong. To,” I growl at him with each pump.

“Day, I’m yours.” He grips my face with sweat-slicked palms, then brings his lips before mine. “I’d crawl naked behind you if you asked.”

Fuck. His cock is so hard. I free my hand from his waist to touch him. He’s so ready for me, all it takes is that one hard stroke for ropes of his sticky hot release to coat my palm.

The shattering of his face sends me over the edge. I push deeper than I have all night, roaring as I burst inside him.

“Day,” Farron groans, wiggling in my arms.

“You’re not moving.” I pull him closer. “Not until you take it all.”

“Fucking fill me, Day. It feels so good. Gods!”

My cock keeps shuddering into him, waves of pleasure releasing. Something tightens in my chest at his expression. That half-lidded gaze he’s giving me…

He needs to stop looking at me like that.

I kiss him, but it’s not like I expected. His lips are so soft. And I’m falling. We’re falling, to the sandy ground, and I’m still inside him. I never want to leave. He’s clutching my face, and when he pulls away, he whispers, “I’m so glad you won.”

Of course I did.

Because I know something now.

I won for him.

There is nothing I wouldn’t do for him.

And damn to the gods if that isn’t more frightening than fighting to the death in the arena.