permanent happiness 3
Title: Permanent happiness 3 (a continuation of Can You Feel This?)
Author: ratherbrightred
Pairing: Baldwin/Tiberias (but this won't become a trend, I promise.)
Rating: nc-17!
Summary: An unabashedly plotless, sex-driven lepic. This exciting chapter: Baldwin bonds with little Baldwin (his nephew! Get your mind out of the gutter. Or, you know, maybe not, since you're reading this story.). Later on, Tiberias gives him a present, and shows him a few new tricks. Previous parts here. For those of you who want to proudly advertise your affiliation with the Baldwin Porn bus, I give you: the bus. Drivers wanted.
A/N: Okay, so most of the comments at the end of Can You Feel This wanted to leap ahead to more B/B. I'm obviously not doing that here. But don't worry, this little tumble with Tiberias is a one time thing, unless you want more. I kinda think it's hot. This is another tribute to Rosemending. Learn about William, Sibylla's ex, here:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sibylla_of_Jerusalem
and read about BUGGERING here, courtesy of legolas_is_mine: http://www.livejournal.com/users/legolas_is_mine/59251.html
and a disclaimer: Obviously Baldwin & Tiberias are not gay together, although Baldwin doesn't have much of a choice, given that the only woman in the film is his sister. None of these characters belong to me, and I mean no offense. Be sure to investigate the list of leprosy charities in the header for part one, as leprosy is very real, although my fic is not.
Tiberias was there when I woke in the morning, and this comforted me greatly. It struck me that Abul probably thought I had become a tawdry slut, but there wasn't much I could do about that. He brought two breakfast trays, and Tiberias fed me the fruit so I didn't stain my hands.
"I have to go," Tiberias whispered, his hand holding the back of my neck gently. He bent toward me and kissed my cheek, pulling away to sort out his clothes. Before he dressed, he rearranged the pile of pillows on my bed. "I should have guessed about you. All these pillows. Such a pansy thing to do, collect pillows," he muttered. Just as he was about to step into his trousers, my nephew came running into the room at full speed. He saw Tiberias, skidded to a stop, screamed, and ran away. "Good grief," Tiberias said, shaking his head. "Surely he's seen a naked person before."
I put my mask on hurriedly and adjusted my veil, pleased to see Abul leading the boy back to me, his hands on his shoulders.
"You've never seen a naked man?" Tiberias asked him, his voice sharp and annoyed. "You've never seen Guy? In all your long years?" The boy turned pale, crawling in bed beside me and hiding his face in the folds of my veil. I put my arm around him tentatively. Sibylla would kill me if she knew I was so close to him. She was paranoid that he'd contract my disease, and kept him away from any physical contact with me.
"Well, from what I heard, Guy doesn't have a lot to show off," I said calmly, praying for a brief moment that this wouldn't get back to Guy somehow. Then it occurred to me, why should I care? I'm the king.
Tiberias snorted, adjusting his tunic and pulling his shoes on. "That explains some things." He looked around to make sure he hadn't left anything behind. "I'm off. Have a nice day with your Uncle Baldy, sweetheart." My nephew buried his head in the pillows, unable to face Tiberias.
"Baldwin," I whispered, rubbing his back. "He's gone now."
"Why didn't he have his clothes on?"
"Um…he was just getting dressed, is all. We…uh…had some business to discuss and he was here late, and decided to stay over."
"But his room is down the hall."
"Baldwin, just pretend he had a reason, all right?"
"Daddy says you're bent and you like to get buggered. Was he buggering you? What's it mean to bugger someone?"
"Baldwin! Where did you learn those words?"
"From Daddy," he said, emerging from the pillows and shrugging. "What's bent mean?"
"Bent means a man who prefers men to women."
"Oh. Like instead of marrying a woman, you would marry a man?"
"Sort of."
"What's buggering?"
"Buggering is what men do. Together. You know. Sex."
"Oh. What's-"
"No, no more questions. We're done with questions. You can ask your mother. And those aren't nice words, by the way." I couldn't think of any nicer words, but that was beside the point. "Have you had your breakfast?"
"Yes."
"What do you want to do today? We can play chess again." He looked bored by that suggestion. I wasn't good for much else.
We ended up spending a very pleasant day together, playing with the soldiers and wooden horses. I recreated the battle that had defeated Saladin, using stacks of books to represent various parts of his army. He didn't seem very impressed, but he enjoyed pushing over the piles of books after I declared that we had won. After lunch, I spent some time writing to Balian, telling him about Tiberias and asking him what on earth he was thinking when he invited Tiberias to watch us. I did not receive a letter from him that day, and was just settling back in my pansy pillow collection when Tiberias arrived with a small package, looking mischievous. I took my hands away from my mask, which I had been on the verge of removing, and followed the package with my eyes.
"Good evening," he said, starting to take his cape off. His uniform was elaborate; I imagined his servants usually dressed him. I offered to call Abul, but he shook his head. "No need," he said, slowly peeling off the layers. "How did things go with little Baldwin today?"
"He calls Guy Daddy," I said, disgusted. Baldwin was not Guy's son; my sister's first husband, William, had died when he was quite small.
"Did you correct him? That would really chafe his ass, if Baldwin stopped calling him Daddy." Tiberias snorted. A section of chain mail hit the floor with a thunk. "That'd be brilliant, really. You should tell him to start calling him Guy, or better yet, cuntface."
"Speaking of cuntface, young Baldwin has learned all sorts of words from his 'Daddy,' who has informed him that I am bent, in his words. He asked if you had been buggering me."
Tiberias laughed, at last down to one layer of clothing, which he was soon rid of. He walked over to the washbasin and scrubbed himself off as best he could. "And you answered, 'I wish'?"
I blushed, folding my arms across my chest. "Or perhaps you told him that the buggering privilege belongs to the Baron of Ibelin?" Tiberias grinned at me, straddling my hips and sitting on the bed, his skin still wet. "Does that privilege belong to the Baron of Ibelin?" he asked, his fingers tracing a path up my arm. He was threatening a tickle, I realized, and tried to clamp my arms to my sides.
"In part," I said, relieved as his fingers moved lower and settled on the insides of my elbows, his touch light and warm.
"But you're willing to entertain other possibilities?"
"Perhaps." I looked away, eyeing the package Tiberias had left sitting on the desk.
"Is that a yes or a no, Baldwin?" He bent down and kissed my neck where Balian had kissed it before he left, letting his lips linger there in the same way. I felt his arms wrap around me and his knee part my legs, then he pushed himself forward so his hips pushed against me.
"Yes," I said, arching my back and wrapping my arms around his neck. "Yes, it's a yes."
"Good," he whispered, pulling away. "Because I went to a great deal of trouble to obtain this," he said, handing me the package. "The shop worked on it all day long, the whole lot of them."
I raised my eyebrows, indicating that he should untie the ribbon that held it together. I unwrapped layer after layer of paper, and then peeled back a last layer of black velvet to reveal a silver, well, it was a silver cock, with several pleasant alterations, including a textured underside. "Oh dear," I said, turning it over in my hands. "Now they'll think it's true," I added, looking up inside it. It was hollow, and looked big enough to conceivably fit over an erect penis.
"I told them it was an emergency, that your old one had been damaged while you were practicing your swordplay."
I snorted. "I haven't touched a sword in years."
"Well, they don't know that. Just as they don't know how you'll use it. It's the royal dildo." Tiberias smirked.
"It's beautiful," I concluded, still turning it over in my hands. I ran the underside, which was comprised of small raised lines, over my stomach and shivered. "They didn't want to know why it was textured like this?"
"I said it had to match the etching on your shield."
"Hm."
"Well, I confess that Jean-Pierre, the silversmith's oldest son, is…how shall I put this, an intimate friend of mine, so I convinced him to design it with certain activities in mind."
"He did a good job."
"May I make love to you?" Tiberias asked, his breath hot against my ear. He took it from my hands and ran it up and down my body, parting my legs with its sparkling length and stroking my thighs with it.
I shut my eyes, wondering if this was wise. I loved Balian. I did not love Tiberias, though I believe he loved me in some official capacity, if not personally. He was loyal to me. "Yes," I whispered, letting him pull the sheets away and undress me. He left me my gown, as Balian had, but he pushed it well above my waist and looked me over. Balian had always understood my preference for keeping covered up; I felt my stomach quiver with anxiety as Tiberias examined me. "Please," I whispered, hoping he understood what I wanted. He shook his head, smiling at me.
"You're beautiful. Let me look at you, as you looked at me." I shut my eyes, deciding that he could do what he liked, but there was no need for me to look at my unsightly skin and hollow hipbones. I felt his hand on my thigh, covered with the scrap of velvet that had protected the silver surface of the royal dildo.
"Oh," I said, startled as the velvet made its way up my thighs and covered my balls, then ran up and down my cock. It felt nicer than the silk of my robe; it was thick and luxurious and very soft. The velvet traveled up over my stomach and under my robe, caressing my nipples. I didn't dare open my eyes; I could feel the slight breeze from the window against my bare skin and knew that my gown was hiked up to my neck.
"You're beautiful," Tiberias said again, turning my face toward him. "Open your eyes. Look at me, Baldwin." I did, relieved to find that the mask blocked my body from view, allowing me to see only Tiberias, his face open and relaxed. To my great relief, I felt the silk of my nightclothes slide down over my chest and stomach. Tiberias lifted my hips to pull the back side of the robe out flat, then disappeared from view. Anticipating what was coming, I propped up my head with an extra pillow, wondering if he would mind if I took my mask off.
"Would you…would you mind if I took this off?" I asked hesitantly. His eyes appeared between my legs.
"Please do," he said, waiting for me to set it on the nightstand before disappearing again. I squirmed around to try to see him. What was he doing? Balian was always quite visible when he did this. I felt his hands on my thighs, pushing my legs wide apart. He grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under my hips. I felt the underside of my robe slide between my legs, his hand cupping my balls through the silk and holding the fabric in place.
"Tiberias!" I screamed, truly screamed, when I felt his tongue push into my opening. He pulled away and looked up at me.
"Yes?"
"What-what are you doing?" I asked, clutching my hand to my chest.
"Did it feel good?"
"Well, I don't know-"
"I'll do it again, and you tell me if it feels good, yes?"
I acquiesced, mostly out of shock, and felt his tongue against me again, wetting the silk and pushing inside me. He pulled away again and looked at me expectantly. "Good?"
I nodded.
"Balian never did this?"
"No," I said, indignant that Tiberias would think such an innocent soul capable of such a lewd, albeit pleasurable, act.
"Well, it's a good thing I'm here," he said, lowering his head again and parting me further with two fingers, his other hand still occupied with my balls. I had never felt anything like this-it felt so illicit and wrong, but also fantastic. Eventually, he pulled away, sitting between my legs and grinning at me. "Tiberias!" he screeched in a high, nasal voice. "Tiberias! What are you doing!" I blushed, sure that he could see it through the bandages, and crossed my arms in front of me. "Tiberias! You dirty pervert! Get your hands off me! Help! Help! Oh, where is my gallant knight!"
"Stop it," I said, turning my head to the side. "It felt good, all right? You win."
He laughed, bending down and nipping me with his teeth, making a wet warm spot my silk-covered stomach. "Do you have any oil, darling Baldwin?"
"In the drawer."
He crawled over to the night table and retrieved it, looking at it critically. "You know, you can get better stuff than this. This is just kitchen oil."
"Well, pardon me for not being so experienced."
"I'll get you some good stuff tomorrow." He sat back and buried his face between my legs again, managing to relax me with his tongue in a most pleasurable way. I felt the tip of the silver cock push into me slowly. It was much harder than the cucumber had been, but smoother, too. He let me get used to it for several long minutes, arranging my robe so it made a small tent over my erection and teasing the tip of my cock with his tongue. I whimpered as another inch pushed inside me; I could feel the ridges on the bottom. I couldn't help but cry out when another inch entered me and Tiberias started rotating it around so I felt the ridges in different places inside. I looked up and saw him smile as he found the spot I was so fond of. My whole body shook, and I spread my legs wider, pushing my hips against his hand. "Better than the cucumber?" he asked, pulling away from my cock and sitting up. I nodded. "Tell me how it feels."
"Oh," I whimpered, not sure I could speak.
"Tell me. Describe it to me."
"It feels…it's harder, and it's smooth, and…I can feel the tip of it, the head, I can feel that deep inside."
"Tell me more. Tell me how my tongue felt."
"It was warm, and…softer, and I could feel that it was yours, that it was alive." I felt tears in my eyes, realizing that Tiberias' tongue was as close as I had come or ever would come to the feeling of a living person inside me.
"You look beautiful like this," Tiberias whispered, smoothing my veil out and cupping my cheek with his hand as he continued pushing into me. My mouth dropped open as he found that spot with every thrust, and I felt sure I would come from that alone, but then his hand left my cheek and I felt his fingers part my balls and touch me behind them, just above my entrance. He pressed his fingers against me there and I tried to speak, but no words came out. I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me, and I clutched at the sheets so I could push my hips into his hands with more strength. "Tell me more," he said, a slow smile spreading across his face when all I could manage was a long, strangled moan, soon followed by a wet spot that rivaled my best efforts with Balian.
I waited for him to do the usual things that Balian would do: pull away from me, clean me up, help me tie up my trousers. Tiberias did none of these things; he just kept thrusting into me, still smiling at me, his hand moving patiently, steadily, deliberately. I watched him, still catching my breath from before. "But I'm finished," I said weakly, my hips moving against his hand involuntarily.
"I don't think so," he replied.
"Tiberias, I…I am," I said uncertainly.
"I beg to differ," he whispered, running his finger down the underside of my half-hard cock. "Now, Baldwin, I've made you come, and I'll make you come again. What will you do for me?"
I must have looked apprehensive, because he took his hand away from my crotch and stroked my cheek gently, looking into my eyes.
"You don't have to do anything," he whispered, cradling my neck in his large, warm palm.
"What would you have me do?"
"Whatever pleases you," he said, and proceeded to turn around so his legs straddled my face, his dripping cock quite close to my mouth. I wrapped my hand around it uncertainly, pleased when he shivered and made a sound in his throat. I realized that he must be painfully hard; he'd been occupied with me for quite some time. This wouldn't take long. I shifted around a bit, and Tiberias adjusted his position so his arm curled around my hip and his hand kept gripping the end of his gift. I felt his mouth on my incredibly sensitive flesh, and wished I could do the same for him. My free hand patted the bedclothes until I found my discarded trousers, and I gathered them up, wondering how to start. I pulled my veil away and opened my mouth, letting him drip into me; he tasted different than Balian, saltier.
"You taste good," I whispered, and Tiberias moaned in response, sending a shiver up my spine. I wrapped his length in my trousers and guided him into my mouth, still stroking the lower half with my hand. Tiberias moaned again, and sucked me harder. My disease was starting to eat away at my upper lip, and I knew I wouldn't be able to suck him hard, if at all, so I gently scraped my teeth over his flesh, hoping that the silk made it tolerable. Apparently it did, because with a series of sharp breaths, I felt him start to come. Amazed at my dexterity, I pulled the cloth away, gave the base of his shaft an extra squeeze to make up for my mouth's absence, and managed to catch most of the white cream in my mouth. It took all my strength not to reach out and lick the rest from his slit. Something about the taste of him on my tongue and the feel of it sliding down my throat took me over the edge, and I pushed into his mouth one last time before I came as well, accompanied by a small whimper.
He gently relieved me of my cucumber replacement and cleaned me up with a fresh cloth, laughing to himself.
"You look obscene," he whispered, dabbing at my bandages. I guess I hadn't caught as much in my mouth as I thought I had. I watched him thoroughly clean my new toy before putting it in the drawer with Balian's clothes and the oil. "Do you want this?" he asked, holding up Balian's tunic. I nodded, and held out my hand to take it. As I pulled the familiar fabric close, I realized I had been lying spread out on the bed with my robe pulled almost over my ribs, my hips still propped up by pillows. I peered down at my body and decided it didn't matter so much that my skin was uneven and that my hips stuck out, as sharp as my elbows. "Do you want clean nightclothes?" I nodded again, watching him root around in my closet. He pulled out a clean set and helped me into them, buttoning up the high neck of my robe and kissing my forehead. "You're getting better," he said, climbing into bed beside me and tossing the majority of the pillows on the ground.
"What do you mean?"
"You're relaxing a little. About being seen. About your body."
"Oh. Yes. Maybe."
He pulled me close and I tucked my head under his chin, holding Balian's clothes close to my chest. It didn't feel right; Balian's neck was nicer to burrow into, his skin softer, his smell more familiar.
"He'll come back," Tiberias whispered, running his hand up and down my spine. "He'll come back for you. Don't worry."
I didn't respond, impressed that Tiberias could both read my thoughts and tell me what I wanted to hear, all the while leaving himself out of it. He was a good friend, I decided, knowing that he would wake up in the morning and go about his business as if nothing was amiss, and that he would be back at night to read me my mail and hold my hand as I fell asleep.
Author: ratherbrightred
Pairing: Baldwin/Tiberias (but this won't become a trend, I promise.)
Rating: nc-17!
Summary: An unabashedly plotless, sex-driven lepic. This exciting chapter: Baldwin bonds with little Baldwin (his nephew! Get your mind out of the gutter. Or, you know, maybe not, since you're reading this story.). Later on, Tiberias gives him a present, and shows him a few new tricks. Previous parts here. For those of you who want to proudly advertise your affiliation with the Baldwin Porn bus, I give you: the bus. Drivers wanted.
A/N: Okay, so most of the comments at the end of Can You Feel This wanted to leap ahead to more B/B. I'm obviously not doing that here. But don't worry, this little tumble with Tiberias is a one time thing, unless you want more. I kinda think it's hot. This is another tribute to Rosemending. Learn about William, Sibylla's ex, here:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sibylla_of_Jerusalem
and read about BUGGERING here, courtesy of legolas_is_mine: http://www.livejournal.com/users/legolas_is_mine/59251.html
and a disclaimer: Obviously Baldwin & Tiberias are not gay together, although Baldwin doesn't have much of a choice, given that the only woman in the film is his sister. None of these characters belong to me, and I mean no offense. Be sure to investigate the list of leprosy charities in the header for part one, as leprosy is very real, although my fic is not.
Tiberias was there when I woke in the morning, and this comforted me greatly. It struck me that Abul probably thought I had become a tawdry slut, but there wasn't much I could do about that. He brought two breakfast trays, and Tiberias fed me the fruit so I didn't stain my hands.
"I have to go," Tiberias whispered, his hand holding the back of my neck gently. He bent toward me and kissed my cheek, pulling away to sort out his clothes. Before he dressed, he rearranged the pile of pillows on my bed. "I should have guessed about you. All these pillows. Such a pansy thing to do, collect pillows," he muttered. Just as he was about to step into his trousers, my nephew came running into the room at full speed. He saw Tiberias, skidded to a stop, screamed, and ran away. "Good grief," Tiberias said, shaking his head. "Surely he's seen a naked person before."
I put my mask on hurriedly and adjusted my veil, pleased to see Abul leading the boy back to me, his hands on his shoulders.
"You've never seen a naked man?" Tiberias asked him, his voice sharp and annoyed. "You've never seen Guy? In all your long years?" The boy turned pale, crawling in bed beside me and hiding his face in the folds of my veil. I put my arm around him tentatively. Sibylla would kill me if she knew I was so close to him. She was paranoid that he'd contract my disease, and kept him away from any physical contact with me.
"Well, from what I heard, Guy doesn't have a lot to show off," I said calmly, praying for a brief moment that this wouldn't get back to Guy somehow. Then it occurred to me, why should I care? I'm the king.
Tiberias snorted, adjusting his tunic and pulling his shoes on. "That explains some things." He looked around to make sure he hadn't left anything behind. "I'm off. Have a nice day with your Uncle Baldy, sweetheart." My nephew buried his head in the pillows, unable to face Tiberias.
"Baldwin," I whispered, rubbing his back. "He's gone now."
"Why didn't he have his clothes on?"
"Um…he was just getting dressed, is all. We…uh…had some business to discuss and he was here late, and decided to stay over."
"But his room is down the hall."
"Baldwin, just pretend he had a reason, all right?"
"Daddy says you're bent and you like to get buggered. Was he buggering you? What's it mean to bugger someone?"
"Baldwin! Where did you learn those words?"
"From Daddy," he said, emerging from the pillows and shrugging. "What's bent mean?"
"Bent means a man who prefers men to women."
"Oh. Like instead of marrying a woman, you would marry a man?"
"Sort of."
"What's buggering?"
"Buggering is what men do. Together. You know. Sex."
"Oh. What's-"
"No, no more questions. We're done with questions. You can ask your mother. And those aren't nice words, by the way." I couldn't think of any nicer words, but that was beside the point. "Have you had your breakfast?"
"Yes."
"What do you want to do today? We can play chess again." He looked bored by that suggestion. I wasn't good for much else.
We ended up spending a very pleasant day together, playing with the soldiers and wooden horses. I recreated the battle that had defeated Saladin, using stacks of books to represent various parts of his army. He didn't seem very impressed, but he enjoyed pushing over the piles of books after I declared that we had won. After lunch, I spent some time writing to Balian, telling him about Tiberias and asking him what on earth he was thinking when he invited Tiberias to watch us. I did not receive a letter from him that day, and was just settling back in my pansy pillow collection when Tiberias arrived with a small package, looking mischievous. I took my hands away from my mask, which I had been on the verge of removing, and followed the package with my eyes.
"Good evening," he said, starting to take his cape off. His uniform was elaborate; I imagined his servants usually dressed him. I offered to call Abul, but he shook his head. "No need," he said, slowly peeling off the layers. "How did things go with little Baldwin today?"
"He calls Guy Daddy," I said, disgusted. Baldwin was not Guy's son; my sister's first husband, William, had died when he was quite small.
"Did you correct him? That would really chafe his ass, if Baldwin stopped calling him Daddy." Tiberias snorted. A section of chain mail hit the floor with a thunk. "That'd be brilliant, really. You should tell him to start calling him Guy, or better yet, cuntface."
"Speaking of cuntface, young Baldwin has learned all sorts of words from his 'Daddy,' who has informed him that I am bent, in his words. He asked if you had been buggering me."
Tiberias laughed, at last down to one layer of clothing, which he was soon rid of. He walked over to the washbasin and scrubbed himself off as best he could. "And you answered, 'I wish'?"
I blushed, folding my arms across my chest. "Or perhaps you told him that the buggering privilege belongs to the Baron of Ibelin?" Tiberias grinned at me, straddling my hips and sitting on the bed, his skin still wet. "Does that privilege belong to the Baron of Ibelin?" he asked, his fingers tracing a path up my arm. He was threatening a tickle, I realized, and tried to clamp my arms to my sides.
"In part," I said, relieved as his fingers moved lower and settled on the insides of my elbows, his touch light and warm.
"But you're willing to entertain other possibilities?"
"Perhaps." I looked away, eyeing the package Tiberias had left sitting on the desk.
"Is that a yes or a no, Baldwin?" He bent down and kissed my neck where Balian had kissed it before he left, letting his lips linger there in the same way. I felt his arms wrap around me and his knee part my legs, then he pushed himself forward so his hips pushed against me.
"Yes," I said, arching my back and wrapping my arms around his neck. "Yes, it's a yes."
"Good," he whispered, pulling away. "Because I went to a great deal of trouble to obtain this," he said, handing me the package. "The shop worked on it all day long, the whole lot of them."
I raised my eyebrows, indicating that he should untie the ribbon that held it together. I unwrapped layer after layer of paper, and then peeled back a last layer of black velvet to reveal a silver, well, it was a silver cock, with several pleasant alterations, including a textured underside. "Oh dear," I said, turning it over in my hands. "Now they'll think it's true," I added, looking up inside it. It was hollow, and looked big enough to conceivably fit over an erect penis.
"I told them it was an emergency, that your old one had been damaged while you were practicing your swordplay."
I snorted. "I haven't touched a sword in years."
"Well, they don't know that. Just as they don't know how you'll use it. It's the royal dildo." Tiberias smirked.
"It's beautiful," I concluded, still turning it over in my hands. I ran the underside, which was comprised of small raised lines, over my stomach and shivered. "They didn't want to know why it was textured like this?"
"I said it had to match the etching on your shield."
"Hm."
"Well, I confess that Jean-Pierre, the silversmith's oldest son, is…how shall I put this, an intimate friend of mine, so I convinced him to design it with certain activities in mind."
"He did a good job."
"May I make love to you?" Tiberias asked, his breath hot against my ear. He took it from my hands and ran it up and down my body, parting my legs with its sparkling length and stroking my thighs with it.
I shut my eyes, wondering if this was wise. I loved Balian. I did not love Tiberias, though I believe he loved me in some official capacity, if not personally. He was loyal to me. "Yes," I whispered, letting him pull the sheets away and undress me. He left me my gown, as Balian had, but he pushed it well above my waist and looked me over. Balian had always understood my preference for keeping covered up; I felt my stomach quiver with anxiety as Tiberias examined me. "Please," I whispered, hoping he understood what I wanted. He shook his head, smiling at me.
"You're beautiful. Let me look at you, as you looked at me." I shut my eyes, deciding that he could do what he liked, but there was no need for me to look at my unsightly skin and hollow hipbones. I felt his hand on my thigh, covered with the scrap of velvet that had protected the silver surface of the royal dildo.
"Oh," I said, startled as the velvet made its way up my thighs and covered my balls, then ran up and down my cock. It felt nicer than the silk of my robe; it was thick and luxurious and very soft. The velvet traveled up over my stomach and under my robe, caressing my nipples. I didn't dare open my eyes; I could feel the slight breeze from the window against my bare skin and knew that my gown was hiked up to my neck.
"You're beautiful," Tiberias said again, turning my face toward him. "Open your eyes. Look at me, Baldwin." I did, relieved to find that the mask blocked my body from view, allowing me to see only Tiberias, his face open and relaxed. To my great relief, I felt the silk of my nightclothes slide down over my chest and stomach. Tiberias lifted my hips to pull the back side of the robe out flat, then disappeared from view. Anticipating what was coming, I propped up my head with an extra pillow, wondering if he would mind if I took my mask off.
"Would you…would you mind if I took this off?" I asked hesitantly. His eyes appeared between my legs.
"Please do," he said, waiting for me to set it on the nightstand before disappearing again. I squirmed around to try to see him. What was he doing? Balian was always quite visible when he did this. I felt his hands on my thighs, pushing my legs wide apart. He grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under my hips. I felt the underside of my robe slide between my legs, his hand cupping my balls through the silk and holding the fabric in place.
"Tiberias!" I screamed, truly screamed, when I felt his tongue push into my opening. He pulled away and looked up at me.
"Yes?"
"What-what are you doing?" I asked, clutching my hand to my chest.
"Did it feel good?"
"Well, I don't know-"
"I'll do it again, and you tell me if it feels good, yes?"
I acquiesced, mostly out of shock, and felt his tongue against me again, wetting the silk and pushing inside me. He pulled away again and looked at me expectantly. "Good?"
I nodded.
"Balian never did this?"
"No," I said, indignant that Tiberias would think such an innocent soul capable of such a lewd, albeit pleasurable, act.
"Well, it's a good thing I'm here," he said, lowering his head again and parting me further with two fingers, his other hand still occupied with my balls. I had never felt anything like this-it felt so illicit and wrong, but also fantastic. Eventually, he pulled away, sitting between my legs and grinning at me. "Tiberias!" he screeched in a high, nasal voice. "Tiberias! What are you doing!" I blushed, sure that he could see it through the bandages, and crossed my arms in front of me. "Tiberias! You dirty pervert! Get your hands off me! Help! Help! Oh, where is my gallant knight!"
"Stop it," I said, turning my head to the side. "It felt good, all right? You win."
He laughed, bending down and nipping me with his teeth, making a wet warm spot my silk-covered stomach. "Do you have any oil, darling Baldwin?"
"In the drawer."
He crawled over to the night table and retrieved it, looking at it critically. "You know, you can get better stuff than this. This is just kitchen oil."
"Well, pardon me for not being so experienced."
"I'll get you some good stuff tomorrow." He sat back and buried his face between my legs again, managing to relax me with his tongue in a most pleasurable way. I felt the tip of the silver cock push into me slowly. It was much harder than the cucumber had been, but smoother, too. He let me get used to it for several long minutes, arranging my robe so it made a small tent over my erection and teasing the tip of my cock with his tongue. I whimpered as another inch pushed inside me; I could feel the ridges on the bottom. I couldn't help but cry out when another inch entered me and Tiberias started rotating it around so I felt the ridges in different places inside. I looked up and saw him smile as he found the spot I was so fond of. My whole body shook, and I spread my legs wider, pushing my hips against his hand. "Better than the cucumber?" he asked, pulling away from my cock and sitting up. I nodded. "Tell me how it feels."
"Oh," I whimpered, not sure I could speak.
"Tell me. Describe it to me."
"It feels…it's harder, and it's smooth, and…I can feel the tip of it, the head, I can feel that deep inside."
"Tell me more. Tell me how my tongue felt."
"It was warm, and…softer, and I could feel that it was yours, that it was alive." I felt tears in my eyes, realizing that Tiberias' tongue was as close as I had come or ever would come to the feeling of a living person inside me.
"You look beautiful like this," Tiberias whispered, smoothing my veil out and cupping my cheek with his hand as he continued pushing into me. My mouth dropped open as he found that spot with every thrust, and I felt sure I would come from that alone, but then his hand left my cheek and I felt his fingers part my balls and touch me behind them, just above my entrance. He pressed his fingers against me there and I tried to speak, but no words came out. I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me, and I clutched at the sheets so I could push my hips into his hands with more strength. "Tell me more," he said, a slow smile spreading across his face when all I could manage was a long, strangled moan, soon followed by a wet spot that rivaled my best efforts with Balian.
I waited for him to do the usual things that Balian would do: pull away from me, clean me up, help me tie up my trousers. Tiberias did none of these things; he just kept thrusting into me, still smiling at me, his hand moving patiently, steadily, deliberately. I watched him, still catching my breath from before. "But I'm finished," I said weakly, my hips moving against his hand involuntarily.
"I don't think so," he replied.
"Tiberias, I…I am," I said uncertainly.
"I beg to differ," he whispered, running his finger down the underside of my half-hard cock. "Now, Baldwin, I've made you come, and I'll make you come again. What will you do for me?"
I must have looked apprehensive, because he took his hand away from my crotch and stroked my cheek gently, looking into my eyes.
"You don't have to do anything," he whispered, cradling my neck in his large, warm palm.
"What would you have me do?"
"Whatever pleases you," he said, and proceeded to turn around so his legs straddled my face, his dripping cock quite close to my mouth. I wrapped my hand around it uncertainly, pleased when he shivered and made a sound in his throat. I realized that he must be painfully hard; he'd been occupied with me for quite some time. This wouldn't take long. I shifted around a bit, and Tiberias adjusted his position so his arm curled around my hip and his hand kept gripping the end of his gift. I felt his mouth on my incredibly sensitive flesh, and wished I could do the same for him. My free hand patted the bedclothes until I found my discarded trousers, and I gathered them up, wondering how to start. I pulled my veil away and opened my mouth, letting him drip into me; he tasted different than Balian, saltier.
"You taste good," I whispered, and Tiberias moaned in response, sending a shiver up my spine. I wrapped his length in my trousers and guided him into my mouth, still stroking the lower half with my hand. Tiberias moaned again, and sucked me harder. My disease was starting to eat away at my upper lip, and I knew I wouldn't be able to suck him hard, if at all, so I gently scraped my teeth over his flesh, hoping that the silk made it tolerable. Apparently it did, because with a series of sharp breaths, I felt him start to come. Amazed at my dexterity, I pulled the cloth away, gave the base of his shaft an extra squeeze to make up for my mouth's absence, and managed to catch most of the white cream in my mouth. It took all my strength not to reach out and lick the rest from his slit. Something about the taste of him on my tongue and the feel of it sliding down my throat took me over the edge, and I pushed into his mouth one last time before I came as well, accompanied by a small whimper.
He gently relieved me of my cucumber replacement and cleaned me up with a fresh cloth, laughing to himself.
"You look obscene," he whispered, dabbing at my bandages. I guess I hadn't caught as much in my mouth as I thought I had. I watched him thoroughly clean my new toy before putting it in the drawer with Balian's clothes and the oil. "Do you want this?" he asked, holding up Balian's tunic. I nodded, and held out my hand to take it. As I pulled the familiar fabric close, I realized I had been lying spread out on the bed with my robe pulled almost over my ribs, my hips still propped up by pillows. I peered down at my body and decided it didn't matter so much that my skin was uneven and that my hips stuck out, as sharp as my elbows. "Do you want clean nightclothes?" I nodded again, watching him root around in my closet. He pulled out a clean set and helped me into them, buttoning up the high neck of my robe and kissing my forehead. "You're getting better," he said, climbing into bed beside me and tossing the majority of the pillows on the ground.
"What do you mean?"
"You're relaxing a little. About being seen. About your body."
"Oh. Yes. Maybe."
He pulled me close and I tucked my head under his chin, holding Balian's clothes close to my chest. It didn't feel right; Balian's neck was nicer to burrow into, his skin softer, his smell more familiar.
"He'll come back," Tiberias whispered, running his hand up and down my spine. "He'll come back for you. Don't worry."
I didn't respond, impressed that Tiberias could both read my thoughts and tell me what I wanted to hear, all the while leaving himself out of it. He was a good friend, I decided, knowing that he would wake up in the morning and go about his business as if nothing was amiss, and that he would be back at night to read me my mail and hold my hand as I fell asleep.