this is part 1 for the anon that wanted the flaytare and viewer fic, idk wtf i wrote i'm sorry it's shit
>after hours at the Tempus HQ were peaceful with most of the members gone for the evening.
>there was a guild-wide meeting today about the objectives for the rest of the month, a relatively straightforward gathering that ended quickly.
>so far everyone had left the HQ to do their own things, except for Flayon and Altare, but you didn't mind as the resident janitor, there was less of a mess to clean up.
>you're doing your normal routine of mopping the hallway to the dorm rooms when you hear something.
>you stop in your tracks to listen harder when the sound resonates in the quiet hall. a very distinct and clear "please~!"
>there was only one person in the guild whose voice could get that high. you creep closer to the door at the very end of the hallway. it was slightly creaked open, allowing a sliver of light to seep out.
>moans, grunts, pants, and slapping emanated from the room.
>you hesitate. you know deep down, the moment you look there was no coming back. that somethings are better left unseen. but a shock of electric anticipation shoots through your body, you lean closer to the door as a raspy "ahhhhm~" exits.
> in your sliver of vision of the bedroom, Flayon is laying on his back, his hands binded in red rope and completely naked with Altare hunched over.
>bite marks, welts, scratches, and light bruises litter Flayon's thin frame that was moving back and forth from the motion of Altare's own hips bucking into his.
>"haaah~ it's s-so good leader--" a sharp hand comes across Flayon's cheek. Altare pants and stops moving his hips. "What was that?" Altare stares coldly at the younger man under him.
>Flayon shivers and mewls. "I'm-I'm sorry...daddy~!"
>a smirk grows on Altare's face as he caresses the cheek he smacked and Flayon leans into his palm, gently moving his hips in a circle to feel Altare's shaft in him.
>"you know what to do." Altare removes the hand caressing Flayon and traces the many marks that littered his chest slick with sweat.
>Flayon nodded and let out a high-pitched plea on command. "please~! fuck me, daddy~! cum inside me one last time~." Altare smiled and leaned forward to plant a kiss on his forehead.
>you couldn't believe what you were seeing. and how much it turned you on. you felt your own knees get weak but you had to remain standing to see how this would end, so you leaned closer to the door to see more.
>Flayon's blush grew redder and he let out a giggle. Altare pulled his shift out of Flayon slowly, getting a deep moan out of the young man. "Good boy. Now face down." He commanded and Flayon followed suit, flipping himself on his stomach and raising his ass into the air in front of his superior.
>without another word Altare lined himself with Flayon and shoved his cock in him with one fluid motion. Flayon shuddered and his eyes rolled back, moaning into the pillow he laid his head on. "A-ahhh~ fuck mee~!" Altare snapped his hips back and forth relentlessly, shaking the bed underneath. Creaks from bed frame grew louder as did both of their breathing.
>Altare gripped Flayon's hips pulling them back onto his shaft, never letting go until he could see where his hands left bruises. He panted and gasped, Flayon was tighter than usual. It had been awhile since they had alone time together and he was going to make the most of it. He reached his right hand forward and cupped Flayon's throat in his large hand. Flayon gasped and squealed and lifted himself with the guidance of Altare's hand.
>Altare then gripped Flayon's throat with both of his hands. He still pounded into Flayon's ass, watching the young struggle to properly breath and moan and talk, it turned him on even more. His blue hair began to stick to his face with sweat.
>his hands grew tighter on the thin and delicate neck in his hands. his expression grew dark, like a predator that finally had its prey. "Say you love me."
