Crumbs for the Rat King

Chrysos/Brone

Tags: Dragon, vampire, eggs, light breeding, degradation, orgasm denial.

It had been a while since Chrysos had been home for the holidays, and it was as stressufl as he could remember it, even more so with his partner, Brone, coming along. Under the constant disapproval during their stay, it was only logical it would come to a head eventually: "You're truly an incompetent lover." His father said calmly, as if Brone didn't flinch to the verbal hit, "A vampire and a dragon will never work. My son will tire of you."

Chrysos almost bit back that it was step-son, but felt Brone's strong hand clasp his beneath the table, and let it go. He knew that Brone wasn't confrontational, especially during the holidays when he wanted everything to remain civil. Well, until his parents retired for bed, that is.

Brone and Chrysos kisses in the hallway on the way to their guest room, freshly washed-up for the night. Chrysos's forked tongue slid across Brone's canines before Brone would pull away, smiling almost deviously. Chrysos felt his cheeks redden at the look. "I'm not sure how thin the walls are here." Was Chrysos's sheepish reply.

"Even though we're a few rooms down?" Brone asked, grin only growing. It only made Chrysos feel hotter under his gaze.

"Unfortunately."

Brone only gave a low laugh, before whisking Chrysos down the hall. But instead, stopped by the room next to his parents'. Chrysos looked at Brone in befuddlement, but didn't dare speak until the door was closed. "Why are we here?" Chrysos asked.

Brone leaned against the door, crossing his meaty army, looking to the wall that his parents were sleeping behind. "For what else?" He asked. When he saw Chrysos draw a blank, he chuckled lowly, only for Chrysos to shush him. "Your father called me incompetent." Brone moved forwards, pulling Chrysos's face to face his by the chin. "I want to show him otherwise.

"What-- Brone!" Chrysos hissed when Brone manhandled him down onto his childhood bed, the tiny thing it was. "Absolutely not! Not in here, and not when they can hear." He flushed, facing Brone, who held him by the hips.

"I know you've been dripping wet since dinner." That shut Chrysos up immediately. "If you keep quiet, they'll never know, and you get a nice, thorough fuck. And if you make noise? Well, I guess they'll see me as competent enough to pleasure their son."

Chrysos sucked in a breath, looking at the ceiling as if asking some greater deity for strength, only to sigh and tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. "Fine... You aren't allowed to make noise either, then." He tugged Brone down by the collar of his nightshirt. "Is that understood?"

"Of course, my prince." They kissed again, Chrysos feeling all that warmth building up and beginning to descend lower in him. He wrapped his arms around Brone, fearing for both their weights pressing against the bed, but knowing Brone would support him. Brone pulled away, tender kisses pressing to Chrysos's chin and neck. One hand kept a firm grip on his hip while the other drifted to the centre, stroking the throbbing cocks as they slowly rose to attention beneath Chrysos's pristine nightgown. "How I would love to smear you across this and throw it in your father's face." Brone purred in Chrysos's ear, making the man beneath him twitch in humiliation at the thought. Chrysos opened his mouth, only for Brone to press a finger to his lips. "Last warning. You make any noise and you'll have to take responsibility."

Chrysos flushed and said nothing, hand moving over his own mouth to muffle to quiet groans from the strokes. Quivering as he grew fully erect, both his members peaking out from beneath the nightgown. Brone carefully pushed the nightgown up and over Chrysos's chest, kissing his chest and collarbone as he pulled it above Chrysos's hands. Only there did he stop, securing it more tightly. The last thing Chrysos saw was Brone's smirk before he flipped over onto his front, throbbing members pushed into the bed as he was. "O-Oh.." Slipped out from Chrysos's mouth.

Two, then three fingers entered him, coming out slick. Chrysos reddened further and just pressed his face into the mattress, embarrassed Brone found out so easily that he'd already been prepping for the night since that afternoon. "Naughty." Brone whispered into his ear from behind, Chrysos's hairs standing on end. "You sat at lunch and dinner at the table, smiling to your dad, when you were all prepared for your daddy the whole time. I wonder how much you squirmed while you did this." Brone thrust his fingers in and out, Chrysos giving a low rumble in reply, tails swaying before lashing back, wrapping around Brone's waist and pulling him in closer. Chrysos finally looked back at Brone, face red as a tomato, eyes pleading with Brone to just hurry it up. Already feeling precum leaking out in anticipation.

"Hm... Wonder if its time yet." Brone reached forwards and beneath Chrysos, jerking on one of his dicks. Feeling along it until-- "There." Brone smirked, leaning his body down against Chrysos, over his back. His fingers massaging around a stiffer area. "Your first egg of the season. Let's see how much you have to cum to get it out."

Brone moved into him with little warning, Chrysos seeing stars as he was pushed into his bed and pounded into, ankles shaking and straining. Brone grinning wildly, because even without the sounds of the creaking bed, Chrysos was practically mewling, hands shaking as they went from his mouth to instead grip the comforter. Chrysos came once, twice-- then, Brone pulled out suddenly. A strangled gasp left Chrysos as his head whirled around to look at him. "Beg."

So, beg Chrysos did. Whispering and pleading with Brone to breed him, to shove him into the bed, through it, to fill him and leave him limping. "Louder." Chysos didn't even care anymore, so he did. Crying to Brone to get the egg out, to stroke him, to pound him until he couldn't walk anymore. That he wanted to be happy, filled, and passed out in Brone's arms.

"That's right." Brone said, pointed ear twitching as he picked up the sound in the other room. Chrysos's father had definitely heard. And out of embarrassment and pride, pretended not to. Of course, it took hours pounding into the loud, mewling Chrysos for him to be satiated. And of course, next breakfast and for the rest of their stay, Chrysos's father had no comments on Brone's ability as a lover.