[Fic] The Finest Wine
The Finest Wine
Author/Artist: crystaltear
Characters/Pairings: Alford x Conrad
Word Count: 469
Rating: NC-17 just to be safe
Any Warnings: sexual content
Theme/Prompt being used: 10 years later
Notes: Written for round 3 of kkm_challenge
Dedication Note: For poisonangel7, the best co-mod ever!
Conrad Weller didn’t like to think that the years of peace that Yuuri achieved had settled him into any sort of complacency. The soldier, having been officially promoted as the Maou’s personal guard years before, went out of his way to assure that he was as sharp as in his youth, both physically and mentally. He trained tirelessly, he read, and he ensured he was in the know of what was going on with as many people as possible, politicians and common folk alike.
That being said, it bothered him that he didn’t recognize the man sitting at his desk at first. Ten years had added newfound angles to the man’s face, as well as a splattering of stubble that he wore well. His chest had broadened and his height had sprouted, forming a fine specimen of a healthy journeyman. There were two things which finally made Conrad smile in recognition and cover his surprise: Alford Markina’s bright teal eyes shone with the same brightness of his youth, and his Holy Sword still sat proudly against his back.
Not so surprising, the younger man showed an interest in his long-desired match with Conrad after their warm exchange of greetings. Conrad agreed that with his king safely locked away with paperwork for the day, he was able and willing for some sport. The rest of the morning was spent with the recounting of tales, the re-telling of how ten years had gone by so very quickly.
Later, when the afternoon sun was at its highest, the two exchanged swipes with swords in the long promised re-match. True to his word, Alford displayed a skill that attested to the last ten years of his journey. His Holy Sword parried Conrad’s offense with ease and it took him only a few turns to realize his competitor was weaker on his right side. Conrad had won the duel at its conclusion, but the older man made sure to convey how impressed he was with Alford’s improvement.
And later still, as the sun settled into the horizon and the castle had retired for the night, they tussled in a sport of an entirely different kind. Those experienced, calloused hands made Conrad’s breath catch in the back of his throat as they traveled along his skin. That stubble, earlier noted as physically appealing to his eyes, ascended to a whole new level of appeal as it brushed against Conrad’s stomach, his thighs, and along his length. That broadened body that glowed tan with the years of travel and experience and smelled of earth drove Conrad to the brink of madness, a madness that made him cry out in complete surrender and satisfaction.
By the dawn of the following day, Conrad had decided Alford aged much like a fine wine: the taste only improved with time.
Author/Artist: crystaltear
Characters/Pairings: Alford x Conrad
Word Count: 469
Rating: NC-17 just to be safe
Any Warnings: sexual content
Theme/Prompt being used: 10 years later
Notes: Written for round 3 of kkm_challenge
Dedication Note: For poisonangel7, the best co-mod ever!
Conrad Weller didn’t like to think that the years of peace that Yuuri achieved had settled him into any sort of complacency. The soldier, having been officially promoted as the Maou’s personal guard years before, went out of his way to assure that he was as sharp as in his youth, both physically and mentally. He trained tirelessly, he read, and he ensured he was in the know of what was going on with as many people as possible, politicians and common folk alike.
That being said, it bothered him that he didn’t recognize the man sitting at his desk at first. Ten years had added newfound angles to the man’s face, as well as a splattering of stubble that he wore well. His chest had broadened and his height had sprouted, forming a fine specimen of a healthy journeyman. There were two things which finally made Conrad smile in recognition and cover his surprise: Alford Markina’s bright teal eyes shone with the same brightness of his youth, and his Holy Sword still sat proudly against his back.
Not so surprising, the younger man showed an interest in his long-desired match with Conrad after their warm exchange of greetings. Conrad agreed that with his king safely locked away with paperwork for the day, he was able and willing for some sport. The rest of the morning was spent with the recounting of tales, the re-telling of how ten years had gone by so very quickly.
Later, when the afternoon sun was at its highest, the two exchanged swipes with swords in the long promised re-match. True to his word, Alford displayed a skill that attested to the last ten years of his journey. His Holy Sword parried Conrad’s offense with ease and it took him only a few turns to realize his competitor was weaker on his right side. Conrad had won the duel at its conclusion, but the older man made sure to convey how impressed he was with Alford’s improvement.
And later still, as the sun settled into the horizon and the castle had retired for the night, they tussled in a sport of an entirely different kind. Those experienced, calloused hands made Conrad’s breath catch in the back of his throat as they traveled along his skin. That stubble, earlier noted as physically appealing to his eyes, ascended to a whole new level of appeal as it brushed against Conrad’s stomach, his thighs, and along his length. That broadened body that glowed tan with the years of travel and experience and smelled of earth drove Conrad to the brink of madness, a madness that made him cry out in complete surrender and satisfaction.
By the dawn of the following day, Conrad had decided Alford aged much like a fine wine: the taste only improved with time.