But I know I'd miss you baby, if I left right now.

Chapter 8

Sorry it took awhile. Okay so there's Welsh spoken in this chapter, because the way I see it, Veronica, Maxim, and Balthazar were raised in what is now present day Wales. So they speak it, write and and basically have a full grasp on Old, Middle and Modern English as well as Welsh. Because they were raised in Wales and effectively grew with the ages. Except Veronica ofc. And Morgana too, I guess.

Most Arthurian legends take place in present day Wales anyway. In this chapter, Maxim speaks Welsh.

The translation may be iffy bc Google translate sucks, but I did my best. I'll add the translations at the end if you wanna skip down first.

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A month later, things were looking up. With Aster and Maxim, at least. Balthazar never came around anymore, and Aster was doing better in school. Maxim was still looking - and getting closer to - finding the Grimhold. But true to their agreement, they never discussed that. Maxim and Aster held an odd air of domesticity within their apartments. Like right now, Maxim had Aster in his home, the fire roaring and the lights dimmed.

The slick sounds of lips around a thick cock could be heard in the otherwise silent apartment. Maxim was sitting in a chair, legs apart and a cigar in his mouth. His coat lay on the bed, along with his vest and button up. The young man between his legs was so adamant about pleasing him, so obedient and so pliant under his hands.

Aster-Alexander Pendragon, a young wizard directly related to the once exuberant King Arthur, was bound with Maxim's tie, his arms behind his back and unable to move them. His red, wet lips sucked wildly at the thick meat in his mouth. Maxim had to admit that the young man was skilled. With his mouth, that is. Maxim watched Aster's head bob back and forth over the slight swell of his stomach. Aster's nose would push into the fat slightly, but Aster loved it, and moaned each time.

Aster's face was red as a tomato, and hot as fire. His red curls were tangled tightly in Maxim's large hand. Maxim often had to control the pace because if he didn't, Aster would choke himself. It sounded good in his head, but Maxim didn't want to hurt Aster. Not like that, of course. Maxim's hips thrusted up to meet Aster's face, ignoring the slight gag he received. Aster never once complained about any jaw pain or aches, just focused on pleasuring him.

Maxim rumbled a loud moan when Aster pulled away to breathe, his lips resting on the tip of his head. It's been about a month since Balthazar left Aster to his own devices. A month of wonderful sex and figuring out what's what and how they felt. Horvath was... Attached, to say the least. Stone was right. He did care. Very much. Enough to want Aster to live after Morganas' rise.

Fucking Aster's throat felt like heaven. Slick, wet, heat. An adamant tongue gliding over every inch, every vein it could. Maxim rolled his head back, holding his cigar idly in his free hand. Smoke billows up from his lips and fades away in the air. Aster gargles something that sounds like a moan and Maxim looks at him. Aster's face is damn near purple, and his eyes were boring holes into Maxims'. Maxim pulls away to slap his shaft against Asters' cheek. Said man flinches and tries to take it back in his mouth, but the man above him pushes Aster back and stands.

Aster watched with glassy eyes and gasping lips, as Maxim walks over to the bed. It was huge to Aster, perfect to writhe on while under Maxim. Maxim sat, one hand on his knee and the other bringing his cigar to his mouth. Sometimes Maxim calls Aster to his apartment to wind him up, just like this - just to tease and make Aster squirm.

Maxim grabs his cane, running a hand down the shaft while his cigar hangs in his mouth. He looks at Aster, a glint of mischief in his dark eyes. "Come here, fy tegan bach.[1]" Aster didn't know what he said, but he crawled on sore knees anyway. He practically tumbled against Maxims' legs, desperate to please him. Maxim cooed before he slotted his cane shaft in-between Aster's legs. The cool, smooth material glided over Aster's heated and hard flesh.