His hands fumbled with his belt in the rush to get it off and then Franklin, as gentle as ever despite his lustful nature, was gazing at the Garde with eyes so dark, they were like pools of inky blackness. And high above his tousled head, there lay a halo of twinkling stars and loralite motes. The sight of it, almost took his breath away…if it hadn't already disappeared earlier. And then they were on each other again.

This time when their lips met in a hungry kiss, his breath was stolen in the most delicious of ways. This time, as the motes of loralite fled from his tongue and danced admist the salvia passed between them—when they skittered beneath pale flesh like stars in the night sky—they mingled with Franklin's. Deft fingers raked down the farm boy's back and marked him with nail-deep scratches that elicited a pleased groan from the boy and would absolutely leave their mark. Not a Garde mark, his mark. It only excited him more.

"Suck me…!" He gasped, when they finally came up for air again. And again, those words were exactly the kind of command that Theodore wanted to hear, something that he'd dreamt about since he'd finally figured out what Franklin was to him. Without much askance, Theodore rocked up onto his knees, pushing Franklin back far enough that he could slip out of the rest of his clothes. The farm boy just sat there and watched in satisfaction as he undressed, shimmying out of the clothes that had yet to be torn away.

Despite himself, Theodore felt his cheeks become flushed in his vulnerability. But there was no point in feeling embarrassed or ashamed; Franklin had already seen his body in every way that it could be seen…Except, maybe in this way. They'd been naked in front of each other before—changing, swimming in the lake at the Cooper's farm and during boiling hot summers where too many layers were a sin. But this? This was different, vulnerable, intimate. When they met again, Theodore was naked as the day he was born and Franklin's jeans & underwear had fallen to his ankles, his shirt fully shucked and tossed aside.

Theodore pushed Franklin toward a nearby pile of sweet-smelling hay and they sank down into it as one. Finally, Franklin's sweet cock was cradled in Theodore's hands, steadily leaking pre-cum and throbbing unwaveringly. "Lore, it's beautiful…" Theodore whispered in adoration as he crawled up in between Franklin's legs and proceeded to bathe the upstanding cock with his tongue, like it was a particularly sweet lollipop. He spent several minutes licking the organ from the tip to the base, making sure to get it glistening wet before engulfing the head, whole. He could only groan in happiness at the feeling of it throbbing against his tongue.

Franklin moaned heartily at the feeling of it all—particularly of the vibrations of Theodore's ministrations coursing through him—and it was all he could do, but thread his fingers into the brunette's hair for a better hold. He ran his fingers through the Garde's curly hair, muttering obscenities all the while, as he tugged on the locks as if they were reins. Theodore moaned happily at the feeling, sending more vibrations through Franklin, who only tugged harder. It was a scrumptious cycle, one they had no problem repeating over and over again. Especially as Theodore dipped lower to tongue at the farm boy's balls whilst his hand skittered upwards to stroke the already sopping dick. This was the dream of a lifetime and he wasn't about to blow it. Excuse the pun.

Licking his way back up to the head of his cock again, that sweet pre-cum was drooling down the sides. Theodore lapped that up as well, slurping it up through pursed lips and an eager tongue. It swirled around the head of the organ, before he dove down again, sucking deeply. "Ah yes! Jesus!" Franklin hissed through clenched teeth as he thrust upwards into Theodore's mouth; fucking it until he gagged.

By this point, Theodore's own cock was about damn near ready to explode and his hand trailed down his own body, until it had a tight grasp on the erect organ. His hand steadily moved up and down as he jacked himself off as he thought of all of the delicious things that he would do to the farm boy, if only he would let him.

The hay rustled with their steady movements and just when Theodore thought that he was going to lose control, Franklin stopped and pushed him back. Theodore slipped off of his cock with a demure "pop" salvia and pre-cum trailing from the tip as a disappointed whine fell from his lips. He was so achingly close.

"Franky…!" Theodore whined.

"Show me how you jack off" Franklin grunted, his fingers sliding up and down his spit-slick road with ease. "Show me how you shuck"

Still sat on his knees between his legs, Theodore steadily pumped his dick with one hand; eyes hooded with lust and lips parted as breathy moans fell. "Fuuuuuucccck…!"

"Do you think about me when you cum?" Franklin rasped, his voice thick with lust.

"Yes…!" Theodore breathed with wanton lust.

"What do you think of? Tell me" Franklin commanded, his voice strangely dark but alluring.

"I—I think about sucking you…" Theodore replied, almost hesitantly.

"Tell me more" Franklin titled Theodore's chin upwards before leaning forward to mash their cocks together; rubbing them as one. "What else have you been thinking of, in that pretty little brain of yours?"

Theodore watched, hypnotised, as Franklin stroked both of their erections together, at the same time. "You…I…you…" He swallowed thickly, unable to get his words out.

"Breathe, Teddy" Franklin soothed, even as he gave both of them an extra hard tug, eliciting a pleased groan from both of them. "And tell me"

"Some—sometimes, I'd think of you moaning my name over and over again" Theodore choked out, "And some—sometimes, I'd thrust into you…while—while stroking you"

"Mmmhh…" Franklin moaned as he pictured it in his mind's eye.

"I could tie up your hands" Theodore continued, bolstered by his reaction. "I could hold you down, restrain you"

"Yeeeeeesssss…" Franklin moaned, "More, tell me more…"

Theodore licked his lips as he searched Franklin's face; watching closely as his eyes closed in bliss, indulging in the fantasy painted for him. "I could lean over" He crawled up further, until he was straddling the farm boy. "And do this—" He then swooped down and sunk his teeth into Franklin's nipple.

"Arrrgggh…!" He cried out.

Breathing hard, Theodore continued. "I could bite you" He rasped hotly against Franklin's flushed skin, "I could leave my mark on you; I could tell everyone that you are mine"

Franklin laughed breathlessly at that.

"I could set the pace" Theodore breathed seductively, tweaking Franklin's nipples between his fingers as he rocked up against him. "You'd beg me to stop, but I wouldn't. You wouldn't mean it, not really. You'd need to feel like there was no other choice and I…I'd force you to feel me. Like I was raping you, but not really, because I knew it was okay. You'd know what to say if things went too far, but…but you don't, 'cause that's how you like it. Forceful. Rough. Ramming in without mercy! Ravaging you—!"

"—Aah! Franklin whimpered as his hips thrust upwards without restraint. The growl in Theodore's voice was both terrifying and arousing. "Tell me more!"

Theodore licked his lips as he savoured the sight of Franklin coming undone at his story. "But I won't listen. I'd hold your wrists down, so you can't escape. I'd keep going; pushing you further and harder"

Theodore then stuffed his hand into his mouth; slobbering all over his hand, getting his digits nice and wet before he reached down and pressed a slippery wet finger inside of Franklin's rear entrance. Those inky black eyes fluttered open, bulging wide at the feeling. He hadn't quite been expecting that—wishing for it, certainly—but not expecting it and the feeling shocked him. The farm boy tried to stutter out Theodore's name, but the fervid words of the Garde silenced him as he continued on his sensual tirade.

"I'd ram my cock up your ass" Theodore told him as he thrust his spit-covered finger in, moving it in tune to his words. "Harder! Faster! Over and over, thrusting myself into you!" He then squeezed a second finger in without warning, eliciting a pleased howl from the farm boy. "I'd stroke you faster, until your cock would leak all over my hand. But I won't let you cum. I want more. I want you to scream my name!" He leant down and bit Franklin's earlobe, a rather animalistic growl sounding in the back of his throat. "Moan my name, marcest" He commanded.

"T-Teddy…" Franklin whimpered.

"Louder"

"Teeeeeeedddddy…!"

"Yes…!"

Theodore began to rub his bare arousal up against the inner side of Franklin's leg, enthralled in the friction of their two boners throbbing against each other as his fingers continued to work on the farm boy's hole. The digits twisted & turned, until they brushed up against his prostate—something he only found out thanks to the farm boy's pleased cries—and he aimed to hit it relentlessly, rubbing at that spot without mercy.

"I'd completely overwhelm you" Theodore hissed, his breath coming out in heavy pants. "Touch you, thrust into you, fuck you, so hard!"

"T-Ted…a-ah…!" Franklin cried out. He felt himself getting close, so damn close!

"What if I sucked you?" Theodore pursued as he watched Franklin's hand moved faster, up and down his own dick. As the Garde's free hand trailed down to cup his jiggling balls.

"Oh God!" Franklin groaned at the feeling.

"Or maybe, I'd fuck you ass until you couldn't walk?"

"Yes! Oh, yes!" He breathed as he fucked his fist; his taut ass bouncing all over the hay. Sweat beaded on his skin, gluing his hair to his face as a mask of lust seemed to permanently ingrained itself into his expression. His eyes blazed with desire when they were open, even a sliver. Theodore wasn't far behind him; any minute now, either of them was going to lose it in the best way possible.

"Cum for me, Franky" Theodore grunted.

"Nnnn!" And that was all it took to send Franklin over the edge. He groaned low and loud in release, emptying, his balls in the space between them.

"Now" Theodore rasped as he leant forward, mindless of the cum decorating their chests, and thrust his crotch into the farm boy's face. "Finish me off"

The Garde boy was barely holding it together by that point and no sooner had the farm boy latched his lips onto his throbbing cock, did he explode that deliciously hot mouth. It was all that Franklin could do to swallow down Theodore's load, blissed out as he was, but he did his best to consume it all, anyhow. By the time that the Garde was empty, the hayloft around them had become thick not only with the scent of sex, but with motes of loralite emitted during their passionate love-making.

Franklin pulled back with a punch-drunk grin on his lips, licking Theodore clean to the best of his abilities as a trail of cum dribbled between them. It was all Theodore could do to prop himself up against the farm boy, arms shaking against his shoulders as he heaved in mouthfuls of sweet, succulent air. But they weren't done, not yet.

"Show me" Franklin whispered into the night; his voice hoarse in Theodore's ear as it broke through the tranquility that had settled whilst the Garde had come down from his high. "Show me how you'd mark me" He whispered, pulling the other teen further down until he sat squarely in his lap.

Theodore—still blissed out from his high—was a little caught off-guard when Franklin leant up to kiss him again. But he lazily rocked against him without question; their bodies finding the rhythm effortlessly, if a little slower and a little less hungry than before. The Garde had no qualms about drawing this moment out into forever. He adored him—every inch of him—again and again, hoping that this moment in time could last forever. As the moon hung high in the sky, loralite motes danced amongst the stars and swam in the eyes of the two lovestruck boys.

Theodore's Lien du Lorne didn't hurt so much, anymore.