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Behind the Door, Behind the Armor 👑💦
🕑 Added 2025-08-20 18:00:06 +0000 UTC"You’re late," Griffith said quietly, standing in the middle of the dimly lit chamber, his silver armor catching the firelight.
"I prefer to take my time," the man answered, closing the heavy wooden door behind him. "Especially when I know something beautiful is waiting for me."
He paused, taking in the sight before him. "And tonight… you're breathtaking, Commander."
Griffith blushed slightly under his helmet. "I owe you a great deal. I haven't forgotten that."
The man stepped closer, eyes fixed on him like on a sacred statue.
"You don’t owe me anything you didn’t already promise with those eyes the night we met."
There was a silence, thick and pulsing. Then Griffith knelt. The armor clinked faintly as he moved. He hesitated only a moment before his hands reached to unlatch the man’s belt. The heavy shaft sprang free, already swelling with desire.
Griffith’s breath hitched. He leaned forward, brushed against the man’s stomach as he brought his lips to the tip.
Slrp...
A soft sound escaped as he took it in, tongue slowly circling, lips tightening.
"Mmh… gods..." the man whispered, eyes fluttering. He placed a hand on Griffith’s helmet gently, reverently. "Even in steel, you’re the most divine thing I’ve ever touched."
Griffith moved deeper, cheeks hollowing, the heat of his mouth contrasting with the cold of his armor.
Slrp... slrp...
"Just like that… haaah... you were born to be worshipped. No—" his voice trembled, "—to be mine."
Griffith looked up with wet lips and flushed cheeks. "I’m ready," he whispered.
"Then take it all off," the man said. His tone was low, trembling with want. "I want to see you."
Piece by piece, the armor fell. Greaves, pauldrons, chestplate… finally, Griffith stood nude, illuminated only by the firelight. Pale, slender, ethereal — like something carved by a god.
"You're unreal," the man breathed, stepping forward to run his hands along Griffith’s sides, his thighs. "So soft… and yet you lead warriors. You're everything."
Griffith bit his lip and turned, leaning forward against the edge of the bed. His voice was barely audible:
"Be gentle..."
The man positioned himself behind him, one hand spreading those soft cheeks, the other gripping Griffith’s waist. The moment he pressed in, Griffith arched with a gasp.
"Ahhn…!"
Tchck… plap…
Slowly, carefully, the man pushed deeper, deeper still. Griffith whimpered under him, fingers clutching the sheets, his body rocking with each movement.
"You're tight," the man grunted, "so warm… You take me like no one else."
"Too… big…" Griffith gasped, but he didn’t resist. His voice was high, pleading, trembling.
"Haaah… aah…"
The rhythm built, hips slapping softly at first, then harder.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
The bed creaked beneath them.
"Lie down," the man said, pulling out with a wet sound. Griffith let out a faint whimper as he was turned over.
Now on his back, thighs spread, chest rising and falling quickly, Griffith looked like something between saint and sinner.
"Take me," he whispered. "All of me."
The man didn't hesitate. He slid back inside, pushing deep. Griffith's mouth dropped open.
"Ahhh—!"
Their bodies moved together with more urgency now, the wet sounds of skin meeting skin growing louder.
Plap! Plap! Slrp!
"You’re perfect," the man murmured between thrusts. "Everything about you—your body, your voice, the way you tremble—gods, Griffith—"
"Inside…" Griffith moaned. "I want to feel it… when you…"
"Griffith—!" he growled, hips jerking harder now.
With one final thrust, the man buried himself fully. His body shuddered, and a long, guttural moan tore from his throat.
"Mmhhnn… aaahhh…!"
Griffith let out a soft gasp as warmth spilled inside him. He wrapped his arms around the man's back, pulling him close, feeling every twitch, every pulse.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. The only sound was the soft crackle of the fire.
"You’re not just beautiful," the man whispered against his ear. "You’re mine. My treasure. My sin."
Griffith closed his eyes, voice barely audible.
"I gave you everything… even the part of me I thought no one would ever touch."
