Chapter 1: Opening Image
Telemachus put on his hoodie and was preparing for his next performance until Ankoku stepped in.
"Hey."
"Hey." Telemachus said, putting some make-up on his face to hide his scars. "What's up?" "You're not going to kiss me again, are you?" Ankoku asked, his voice laced with frustration."I can't kiss you, Koku. You know that." Telemachus replied, his voice soft but firm."Why not? You kiss everyone else." Ankoku said, his voice rising slightly."Because I can't kiss you and not hurt you." Telemachus said, turning to face Ankoku. "I can't heal you, Koku. I can't heal myself. I can't...""You can't love me." Ankoku finished, his voice barely above a whisper. Telemachus looked at him, his eyes filled with pain.
"No, that's not..." He sighed, walking over. "What's wrong? Clearly you have something to ask of me." Telemachus said, his voice gentle. "I just... I just want you to notice me, Tel. I want you to see me, not just as your performer, but as your partner." Ankoku said, his eyes pleading. Telemachus looked at him, his heart aching. He knew Ankoku was right. He had been so consumed by the circus, by the memories he tried to outrun, that he had forgotten to see the man he loved. "I do notice you, Koku. I see you every day." Telemachus said, his voice soft. "But I'm not good at showing it. I'm not good at...
being present," Telemachus admitted, running a hand through his butterfly cut. "I'm not good at... being present." Ankoku's eyes softened, and he reached out to take Telemachus' hand. "You're here now, Tel. That's what matters." Telemachus looked at their entwined hands, a small smile playing on his lips. "You're right. I'm here now." He squeezed Ankoku's hand gently before letting go.
Before Telemachus could leave, Ankoku stopped him.
'HEy."
"Hey..." Telemachus said, raising an eyebrow. "Somethin' wrong?"
Suddenly, he was pinned against the couch.
"Wha-!? Koku?!" Telemachus gasped, his eyes wide with surprise as Ankoku's body pressed against his, pinning him to the couch. Ankoku's eyes were wild, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. "I need you, Tel," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "I need you to fuck me, to make me feel alive." Telemachus' heart pounded in his chest as he looked into Ankoku's eyes, seeing the raw, unfiltered passion that lay beneath his calm exterior. He could feel the heat of Ankoku's body through his clothes, could smell the sweet, musky scent of his arousal.
He shifted backwards a bit, titling his top hat. "I... don't think I want to right now."
"C'mon... daddy." Ankoku teased.
"You know you want to. You're always so in control, so put together. Let's see you lose it, Tel. Let's see you fucking lose it." Telemachus' breath hitched at the crude words, his cock twitching in his jeans. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, the familiar flush of arousal spreading across his body. He looked at Ankoku, his eyes darkening with desire. "You're playing with fire, Koku." Ankoku smirked, his hands moving to the hem of his shirt. "I like fire, Tel. It's hot." He pulled his shirt off, revealing his toned chest and abs.
Telemachus' eyes lingered on the tattoos that adorned Ankoku's skin, the intricate designs writhing like snakes in the dim light. Ankoku leaned in, his breath hot on Telemachus' ear. "I want you to fuck me, Tel. I want you to make me scream your name." Telemachus' cock throbbed at the words, his jeans feeling suddenly too tight. He could feel the heat radiating from Ankoku's body, could see the way his pupils dilated with desire. He knew he should stop this, knew he should put an end to it before it went too far. But he couldn't. He didn't want to.
"We..." He huffed. "The performance-" "
"Fuck the performance," Ankoku growled, his hands moving to the waistband of Telemachus' jeans. "I need you, Tel. I need you to fuck me." Telemachus' breath hitched as Ankoku's fingers brushed against his cock, the rough denim of his jeans no match for the heat of Ankoku's touch. He could feel the bulge in Ankoku's pants, could see the way his body trembled with anticipation.
"Fuck, Koku," Telemachus groaned, his hands moving to Ankoku's shoulders. "Enough...!" Ankoku's hands moved to Telemachus' jeans, popping the button and pulling down the zipper in one swift motion. Telemachus gasped, his hips bucking as Ankoku's hand wrapped around his cock, the rough callouses on his palm sending shivers down Telemachus' spine. "Fuck, Koku," Telemachus groaned, his head falling back against the couch. "You're so fucking hard, Tel," Ankoku murmured, his hand moving up and down Telemachus' length, his thumb brushing against the sensitive head.
Telemachus' hips bucked, a moan escaping his lips as Ankoku's touch sent electric shocks through his body. "Fuck, Koku," he groaned, his hands moving to Ankoku's hair, his fingers tangling in the soft strands. "I need you to fuck me, Tel," Ankoku said again, his voice a low growl. "I need you to fill me up, to make me feel whole." Telemachus' eyes met Ankoku's, seeing the raw, primal desire that burned within them. He knew he couldn't deny Ankoku, couldn't deny himself any longer.
He needed this, needed the release, needed the connection. He needed Ankoku.
Telemachus pushed Ankoku back, his hands moving to the waistband of his jeans. He pulled them down, revealing Ankoku's hard cock, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Ankoku's breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire as Telemachus wrapped his hand around his length, stroking him slowly.
"Fuck, Tel," Ankoku groaned, his hips bucking against Telemachus' hand. "That feels so good." Telemachus smirked, his thumb brushing against the sensitive head of Ankoku's cock, spreading the pre-cum around.
"You're so fucking hard, Koku. I can feel it throbbing in my hand." Ankoku's breath hitched, his eyes rolling back as Telemachus' hand moved faster, his grip tightening.
"Fuck, Tel," Ankoku groaned, his hips moving in sync with Telemachus' hand. "That feels so fucking good. I want more. I want you to fuck me, Tel. I want you to make me feel alive." Telemachus' cock throbbed at the words, his own desire growing with each passing moment. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Ankoku's ear. "I'm going to fuck you, Koku.
I'm going to make you feel so fucking good," Telemachus whispered, his voice low and husky. Ankoku's breath hitched, his eyes fluttering closed as Telemachus' lips moved to his neck, his tongue tracing a path down to his collarbone. Telemachus' hands moved to Ankoku's pants, pushing them down and off, leaving him naked and exposed. Ankoku's cock stood proud, leaking pre-cum, and Telemachus couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight.
"Fuck, Tel," Ankoku groaned, his hands moving to Telemachus' hair, his fingers tangling in the butterfly cut.
"I need you to fuck me, Tel. I need you to fill me up, to make me feel whole."
He stood up, his hands moving to his own jeans, pushing them down and off. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Ankoku's eyes widened, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he took in the sight of Telemachus' naked body.
"Fuck, Tel," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
"You're so fucking big." Telemachus smirked, his hand wrapping around his cock, stroking it slowly. "You can take it, Koku. You can take all of me." Ankoku's breath hitched, his eyes darkening with lust. "I want to," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to feel you inside me, Tel. I want to feel you stretch me, fill me up." Telemachus' cock throbbed at the words, his grip tightening around his length. He could feel the heat radiating from Ankoku's body, could see the way his chest rose and fell with each ragged breath.
Telemachus' eyes moved down, taking in the sight of Ankoku's hard cock, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He licked his lips, his mouth watering at the sight. He wanted to taste him, wanted to feel Ankoku's cock in his mouth, wanted to make him scream his name.
He moved closer, his hands moving to Ankoku's hips, pulling him towards him. Ankoku's breath hitched, his eyes widening as Telemachus' lips brushed against the tip of his cock. He could feel the heat of Ankoku's skin, could smell the sweet, musky scent of his arousal.
He flicked his tongue out, tasting the salty pre-cum that leaked from the tip of Ankoku's cock. Ankoku's hips bucked, a moan escaping his lips as Telemachus' tongue moved down his length, exploring every inch of him. Telemachus could feel Ankoku's body trembling, could hear the ragged breaths that escaped his lips as he took him in, inch by inch.
He could taste the salty sweetness of Ankoku's pre-cum, could feel the way his cock throbbed in his mouth, growing harder with each passing moment. He looked up, his eyes meeting Ankoku's, seeing the raw, primal desire that burned within them. He could see the way Ankoku's pupils dilated, the way his lips parted as he moaned, his fingers tangling in Telemachus' hair.
"Fuck, Tel," Ankoku groaned, his hips moving in sync with Telemachus' mouth, fucking his face with slow, steady thrusts.
Telemachus could feel the way Ankoku's cock throbbed in his mouth, could taste the salty sweetness of his pre-cum as it dripped down his throat. He could feel the way Ankoku's body trembled, the way his fingers tightened in his hair as he fucked his face, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts.
Telemachus' own cock throbbed, the sensation of Ankoku's cock in his mouth sending waves of pleasure through his body. He could feel the heat of Ankoku's skin, could smell the sweet, musky scent of his arousal as he took him in, inch by inch.
He pulled Ankoku's out, huffing with delight. "Koku..." He whispered, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks.
"Mmph... Be a good boy for me, Telly, and fuck me like an animal." Ankoku whispered in his ear. "Be a good sub for me."
Telemachus whimpered in delight as Ankoku lined up his dick to his own arsehole. "A-ankoku..."
"Shhh..." Ankoku cooed, seating himself on Telemachus' cock.
Telemachus' eyes widened, his breath hitching as he felt Ankoku's tight, hot hole envelop his length. "Fuck, Koku," he groaned, his hands moving to Ankoku's hips, pulling him down, impaling him on his cock. Ankoku's head fell back, a moan escaping his lips as Telemachus filled him completely. "Fuck, Tel," he gasped, his fingers digging into Telemachus' shoulders.
"You're so fucking big. You're stretching me so fucking good." Telemachus' breath hitched, his hips bucking as Ankoku's words sent electric shocks through his body. He could feel the way Ankoku's hole tightened around him, could feel the way his body trembled as he adjusted to Telemachus' size. "Fuck, Koku," he groaned, his hands moving to Ankoku's ass, squeezing the firm flesh. "You're so fucking tight. I can feel every inch of you." Ankoku's eyes fluttered closed, his head falling back as Telemachus' hands moved to his cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts.
Ankoku stopped him from thrusting, a sly grin on his face. "Mm, bad boy. You thrust when I say so."
Telemachus, who was submissive only to Ankoku, nodded.
"Yes, sir." Ankoku smirked, his hands moving to Telemachus' chest, pushing him back against the couch. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Now, let's see if you can take my cock like a good little sub." Telemachus' breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire as Ankoku's hands moved to his own cock, guiding it to Telemachus' hole. He could feel the heat of Ankoku's skin, could see the way his pupils dilated as he looked down at him, a smirk playing on his lips.
"You're going to take my cock like a good little sub, aren't you, Tel?" Telemachus' breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire as he nodded. "Yes, sir," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. Ankoku's smirk widened, his hands moving to Telemachus' hips, pulling him closer. Telemachus could feel the tip of Ankoku's cock pressing against his hole, could feel the way his body trembled with anticipation. "That's right, Tel," Ankoku murmured, his voice low and husky. "Take my cock like a good little sub.
That's right, Tel, take it all." Ankoku's voice was a low growl, his eyes locked onto Telemachus' as he slowly pushed his cock into Telemachus' tight hole. Telemachus' breath hitched, his back arching as he felt the intrusion, the burn of Ankoku's thick cock stretching him. "Fuck, Koku," he groaned, his hands moving to Ankoku's shoulders, his nails digging into the firm flesh. Ankoku smirked, his hips moving forward, seating himself fully inside Telemachus. "That's right, Tel.
Take it all," Ankoku growled, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm, allowing Telemachus to adjust to his size. Telemachus' breath hitched, his body trembling as he felt Ankoku's cock fill him completely. He could feel the way Ankoku's cock throbbed inside him, could feel the way his body stretched to accommodate the intrusion. "Fuck, Koku," he groaned, his eyes fluttering closed as waves of pleasure washed over him. Ankoku's smirk widened, his hands moving to Telemachus' chest, his fingers tracing the outline of his scars.
"You're so fucking hot, Tel," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I can't wait to fuck you like the dirty little sub you are." Telemachus' breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire as he looked up at Ankoku, seeing the raw, primal lust that burned within them. "Fuck, Koku," he groaned, his hips bucking against Ankoku's cock, trying to get him to move. "Please, fuck me. Ankoku's smirk widened, his hands moving to Telemachus' hips, holding him in place.
"Not yet, Tel," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I want to enjoy this. I want to watch you take my cock like the good little sub you are." I need it. I need you." Ankoku's smirk widened, his eyes flicking down to Telemachus' cock, hard and throbbing, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach.
"Look at you, all hard and ready for me," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You're such a good little sub, aren't you, Tel?" Telemachus' breath hitched, his eyes darkening with lust as he nodded, his hips bucking against Ankoku's cock. "I'm your good little sub. I want you to fuck me, Ankoku. Ankoku's smirk widened, his hands moving to Telemachus' cock, stroking him slowly, his thumb brushing against the sensitive head.
"W-wait! To... t-too much!" Telemachus gasped, his eyes wide as Ankoku's hand moved faster, his grip tightening around Telemachus' cock. Ankoku smirked, his eyes locked onto Telemachus' as he continued to stroke him, his thumb brushing against the sensitive head, spreading the pre-cum around. "You can take it, Tel," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "You can take everything I give you." Telemachus' breath hitched, his hips bucking against Ankoku's hand as he felt the pleasure building inside him, his cock throbbing with each stroke.
"I can't... I can't take it anymore." Ankoku's smirk widened, his eyes locked onto Telemachus' as he continued to stroke him, his thumb brushing against the sensitive head, spreading the pre-cum around. Telemachus' breath hitched, his body trembling as he felt the pleasure building inside him, his cock throbbing with each stroke.
I can't take it anymore," he gasped, his eyes wide as he looked up at Ankoku, seeing the raw, primal lust that burned within them. "Enough!" Telemachus exclaimed, pushing Ankoku off. "The performance." Telemachus panted, trying to catch his breath. Ankoku, still smirking, leaned back on his heels, his eyes never leaving Telemachus' flushed face. "Fuck the performance," he repeated, his voice low and husky. I need you to fuck me, to make me feel alive." Telemachus looked at him, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and concern. "But the kids... the show... we can't just-"
Ankoku cut him off, his hand cupping Telemachus' cheek. "They'll be fine. They've got other acts to keep them busy, sweetcheeks." He said, slapping Tele's arsecheeks.
"Now, get on your knees, sub."
Telemachus hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking to the clock on the wall. The show was due to start in less than an hour, and they were both still very much naked and very much not ready.
"Koku, I just don't think that this is a good idea." Telemachus said, his voice filled with concern. "The kids are counting on us. They're looking forward to the show."
Ankoku's smirk faded, his eyes softening as he looked at Telemachus. "I know, Tel. I know they are. But I need this. We need this. Just look at how hard you are!" Ankoku chuckled, his eyes flicking down to Telemachus' cock, still hard and throbbing. "You can't deny that you want this, Tel. You can't deny that you need this."
Telemachus looked down, his eyes widening as he saw the evidence of his desire. He could feel the heat of his arousal, could see the way his cock throbbed with each passing moment. He did want this. He did need this. He just didn't want to admit it. "I... I just don't want to let them down," Telemachus said, his voice filled with uncertainty. "They're counting on us, Koku. I... I just..."
"Tele... How about this?" Suddenly, Telemachus was flipped over, revealing his twitching, puckering hole. "I eat you out, you come, we go back and perform." Ankoku said, his voice a low growl as he leaned in, his breath hot on Telemachus' ear. "I'll make you come so hard, Tel, you won't even remember your own name." T
elemachus' breath hitched, his eyes widening as he felt Ankoku's tongue flick out, tracing a path down his spine, sending shivers down his body. "Fuck, Koku," he groaned, his hips bucking as Ankoku's tongue moved to his hole, circling it, teasing it.
Ankoku chuckled, his hands moving to Telemachus' ass, spreading the firm cheeks, exposing him completely.
"E-eep!" He squealed, "K-koku!?" Telemachus gasped, his body tensing as Ankoku's tongue pushed past the tight ring of muscle, delving into his hole. The sensation was overwhelming, the heat of Ankoku's tongue sending waves of pleasure through Telemachus' body. He could feel the way his cock throbbed, could hear the way his breath hitched as Ankoku's tongue moved inside him, exploring every inch of him.
"Fuck, Koku," he groaned, his hips bucking against Ankoku's face, trying to get him to go deeper. "W-wait... Not good... I just took a dump- Ah!" Telemachus exclaimed, his body tensing as Ankoku's tongue hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Fuck, Koku, that feels so good," he groaned, his hips bucking against Ankoku's face. Ankoku chuckled, his hands moving to Telemachus' hips, holding him in place as he continued to tongue-fuck him, his tongue moving in and out of Telemachus' hole, stretching him, filling him.
Telemachus' eyes rolled back. "M-mmh... too... too much!" Telemachus gasped, his body trembling as Ankoku's tongue moved faster, his hands gripping Telemachus' hips tighter. I can't take it anymore, Koku. It's too good." Ankoku pulled back, his eyes meeting Telemachus' as he licked his lips, a smirk playing on them. "You can take it, Tel. You can take everything I give you."
He was close, too close... Ah! He was coming!
He was going to come! "Fuck, Koku!" Telemachus cried out, his body tensing as the pleasure built inside him, his cock throbbing with each thrust of Ankoku's tongue. "I'm going to come, Koku. I'm going to come!" Ankoku's smirk widened, his eyes locked onto Telemachus' as he continued to tongue-fuck him, his tongue moving in and out of Telemachus' hole, stretching him, filling him. Come for me," he growled, his hands moving to Telemachus' cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts.
"Come for me, Tel. I want to feel you come on my tongue." Telemachus' breath hitched, his hips bucking against Ankoku's face as he felt the pleasure building inside him, his cock throbbing with each stroke. "Fuck, Koku," he groaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he felt the orgasm building inside him. Come for me!"
It was too much to handle... But as he was coming down from his high, he felt Ankoku sink his tongue deeper.
"W-w-wait! I-i just came!" Telemachus gasped, his body trembling as the waves of pleasure washed over him. I can't take anymore." "You took it like a good little sub, didn't you, Tel?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. Telemachus' breath hitched, his eyes fluttering closed as he nodded, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. "Y-yes, sir," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ankoku smirked, his tongue moving to Telemachus' hole, licking him clean. Telemachus' breath hitched, his body trembling as he felt Ankoku's tongue move inside him, cleaning him, soothing him. Ankoku chuckled, his hands moving to Telemachus' hips, holding him in place as he continued to lick him, his tongue moving in and out of Telemachus' hole, stretching him, filling him.
Telemachus' breath hitched, his body trembling as he felt the pleasure building inside him once again. "Fuck, Koku," he groaned, his hips bucking against Ankoku's face. "You're making me hard again." Ankoku's smirk widened, his eyes meeting Telemachus' as he pulled back, his tongue glistening with Telemachus' cum. "That's the plan, Tel," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I want you hard and ready for me. Now be a good boy and let me eat my dinner!" He growled, dragging Telemachus forward and forcing his way into his hole.
"A-ahhh!" Telemachus felt overstimulated. "W-wait..." Telemachus gasped, his body tensing as Ankoku's thick cock pushed past the tight ring of muscle, filling him completely. "That's it, Tel," Ankoku growled, his hands moving to Telemachus' hips, holding him in place as he began to move, his cock sliding in and out of Telemachus' tight hole. "Take it like a good little sub."
Telemachus' breath hitched, his eyes fluttering closed as he felt the intrusion, the burn of Ankoku's thick cock stretching him.