HAPPY BIRTHDAY IKE AND MARTH!!
*gets out the cake*
(This was really quick just for the occasion.)
"But Marth, I need you."
"Tough. You wanted us to be celibate for a week, so we are. Learn to control your dreams." Marth huffed and lay back down in the bed, his back facing the aroused mercenary.
"But…Marth! Please?"
No response.
"Marth?"
Still, no response.
Ike, too, huffed, pulling the tented bed sheets from his lap and standing. He awkwardly strode around the bed and stopped in Marth's line of sight before brashly pulling his black boxers down. The prince's eyes widened, brows knitting in utter confusion.
Of course, he agreed to not have sex with Ike for a week, but that didn't mean he was going to look away from his lover's arousal staring him the face.
"I hope you have a good explanation for this. What, am I meant to stare at it until release?" The arms curled under Marth's head shifted slightly, the prince putting on his best poker face and trying not to give away the fact that by Ike showing off his thick, red standing arousal, the prince was producing his own.
"Hardy-Har, princess." Ike's hands slowly slid down to the warm organ, a single hand softly stroking the heated flesh with a fist whilst the other hung lower, rubbing circles on the skin of his testicles. His head cast backward and his breath became deep, heavy 'Ooo's, hands working up a set pace.
Marth bit hard on his lip. Of all the time they'd been together, the prince had never realised how sexy the mercenary looked whilst masturbating. The familiar straining in his pyjama bottoms proved that he could be a little more then turned on by the sight, specially so as he shifted and it brushed against the material of his trousers, eliciting a quiet moan from him.
"I'm glad…I'm not the only one enjoying this." Ike cooed teasingly, the fist firmly clamped onto his arousal rubbing at a faster pace. "Marth…" He groaned roughly, the hand fondling with his testes crawling upward to join its double in a last effort to bring himself to some kind of satisfaction.
The monarch continued to watch his boyfriend's hands work from his laying position on the bed, a clear flush spreading across his cheeks. He pleaded with himself to not give in to the vision before him, changing the subject to something not so…arousing.
"Isn't it a little difficult to pleasure yourself standing up?"
Great job on changing the subject, by the way.
"Nah. I'm…I'm good."
Despite his sayings, Ike's legs were feeling weak at the knees from the immense attention his arousal was receiving. His mind clouded, slaving to the bliss and he stumbled backward, trying to find something to take his weight, and forgot his head was tilted backward.
THWACK