The Banquet Hall (nsfw)

Patrons! I've written a little short piece of smut for yall! xD 

The Banquet Hall! In which Hadrian and Bernard play a little game :D TWO MEN ENTER, both...men...leave...but a bit more sticky and sweaty than before??

I'm pretty shy when it comes to posting my prose writing online. I tend to rely a lot on my art carrying my bad writing lol so be gentle lol, I did try but I have no idea if this is going to be acceptable or if you're all gonna be like "wow naw never write smut again, stick to drawing!" 

Anyways I started writing this like, way back in 2017 and then put it down for a while. I just picked it up a week or so ago and decided to finish it up. They're both human shaped in this scene, but I guess it could also work with them being monsters if you prefer :D Thanks for reading! 

NSFW beyond this point!

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It was morning in the Banquet Hall, and it was quiet.

The hall was a huge room. The largest in the citadel, with high, peaked ceilings and heavy rafters caked in misty dust. Motes floated in the weak grey light, giving the stone spires the appearance of mountains ringed with thin clouds.

The tables, typically full of beasts eating and making noise and mess, were empty and scrubbed. An oiled dark wood, often stained a deeper red in places where negotiations between court beasts had spoiled. 

To most, this high, echoing chamber would feel ominous. 

But to the highborn, it must’ve been a comfort, a place for food and laughter and family. Maybe that’s why Hadrian was heading there this morning, Bernard thought, as he tried to keep pace with his king’s long strides. 

“…they’ll have to have to wait their turn like every other house, I’m not going to play favorites just because they think they’ve complimented me.” Hadrian was saying, turning down the hall towards the large double doors of the Banquet Hall.

Bernard blinked. 

“You’re not?”

“Please Bernard, it takes a much better compliment for that kind of treatment.”

“At least it was clearly supposed to be one. House Domitian sent a half-eaten carcass to your family yesterday. No one’s sure if it’s supposed to be a gift or a threat…” Bernard replied, scratching the side of his head.

At the door to the Banquet Hall, two Sabinian hellhounds were posted as guards. They stood at attention as Hadrian and Bernard approached, opening the doors for them to pass through. 

“Your Majesty”, they chimed, bowing their heads as Hadrian passed. 

“Primus.” They added, turning towards Bernard. Bernard nodded back at them curtly, following Hadrian into the wide room. 

“You have to appreciate the Domitians’ flair for artistically crafted insults.” Hadrian continued as the doors closed behind them. He was striding towards the far end of the Hall and the high table now, where the royal house Vespatius would later gather together to eat their fill of souls. Bernard followed, pausing to admire the room without it’s usual crowd of beasts. “They put a lot of effort into trying to get under my skin! It’s almost cute at this point…”

“Yes my lord.” Bernard said, distractedly, looking up at the lofty rafters.

“My lord…” Hadrian repeated deeply, a rumbling chuckle behind his words. “You’re so formal, B.”

Bernard turned and followed Hadrian up the steps to the dais, and nearly bumped into his broad chest at the top step. Hadrian had turned and was looming down over the hellhound, smiling mischievously.

“The Banquet Hall is always empty at this time of day. There’s no need for titles. Though….”

He reached down and began playing with the small buckle that connected one of Bernard’s pauldrons to the chestpiece of his armor. Hadrian let the buckle strap slip through his fingers.

“I can think of a few other things you could call me in here.”

The pauldron fell from Bernard’s shoulder and landed with a heavy CLANG on the stone floor.

Bernard flushed red. 

“Wh-? Right now?!”

He started to back away, but Hadrian’s hand had moved to press the small of his back, keeping the hellhound pushed close against him. 

“Is that a problem?” The king’s red-amber eyes were dark and full of lust.

“The doors-“ Bernard glanced back at the closed double doors of the hall, with the two hellhound guards just on the other side.

“Anyone could walk in!”

“You’d better get out of that armor fast then, before that happens!”

Hadrian pulled one of the wooden chairs back and threw himself down in it. He leaned back lazily, watching Bernard, a shadow of a smile on his lips. Hadrian loved bringing Bernard to the edge of his comfort zone, loved that little moment of panic where Bernard’s desires conflicted with whatever he thought was “proper”.

Bernard paused though, not quite ready to obey. He stood, frozen for a minute, the breastplate of his armor now crooked and hanging loosely from his opposite shoulder. There was a slight softening in Hadrian’s eyes.

“Too much?”

Bernard stared back, but didn’t speak. He looked back again at the double doors.

“Do you want to say your word?”

Bernard shook his head slightly, and then with more conviction. He reached up and undid the buckle for the other pauldron. The armor dropped from his body.

Hadrian’s mouth remained in a thin line, but his eyes danced.

“Good boy.” Hadrian rumbled.

Bernard’s breath hitched with the praise, he could feel his growing excitement beginning to outweigh his fear.

With deft fingers he unbuckled the rest of the armored plate he wore, pulling it up over his head, quickly following up with the rest of his clothing. Then he stood in front of Hadrian, naked and half hard and feeling suddenly shy. But with the armor gone, his head started to buzz in that deep space it often did, when the fear and apprehension was replaced with lust and a deep desire to please. Hadrian watched him, drinking him in with his eyes, lazily slouched in his chair and looking every bit a king.

With a single hand Hadrian motioned Bernard closer, and he obeyed. Hadrian grasped him around the hips, pulling him in closer. He ran those strong hands up and down Bernard’s thighs, stopping just long enough to dig his fingers into the soft skin. Bernard’s breath grew more ragged, until it came out in one long whimper. Hadrian relaxed his grip. 

“Look at this. You’re so beautiful.” Hadrian said, voice low. Bernard could feel himself blush, glancing away, unsure of how to take the compliment. As he did so, Hadrian’s grip suddenly tightened again, rough and bruising, and Bernard gasped. 

“Look at me.” Hadrian barked.

His eyes snapped back to his king, and Bernard felt as if Hadrian could see right through him. It was hard to look back into those searching eyes, but there were times it was all the old king asked for. ‘Don’t go somewhere else, don’t look anywhere else. Just stay in the present with me’- Hadrian didn’t have to say it out loud, but the command was there, every time.

“Good.” Hadrian breathed, and Bernard could swear he could hear a hint of relief in it.

“Good boy. You’re so good.”

Hadrian wrapped his warm fingers around Bernard’s cock, stroking him slowly. 

“So beautiful like this.” Hadrian was murmuring. 

He continued slowly, Bernard’s need increased and he tried to buck himself into Hadrian’s hand, the warmth of arousal growing in him. 

A hand was in his hair now, first petting, then pulling him back roughly so that he arched backwards over Hadrian’s legs.

“No squirming.” 

Bernard trembled and stilled, trying to control his impatience. 

“Please…” Bernard crooned. “Please Hadrian…”

“Hadrian? Not so formal anymore, are you?”

“Please…my lord?”

And then Hadrian released him, pushing him away. Bernard stumbled away, turning back, not sure for a moment if he had just been rejected, or-

“Against the table, head down.” Hadrian continued. “Quickly! Who knows when they come in to start setting up for the Banquet!”

The wood was cool against Bernard’s bare chest as he scrabbled against the table to obey. 

“Y-you don’t know??” He asked in a high, surprised voice.

As he leaned over the polished surface he realized he had Hadrian’s typical view of the Banquet Hall: elevated on the dais, looking out over the rows of wide tables and towards the far door. Hadrian was behind him, out of sight. 

He could hear footsteps walking closer. And then Hadrian brushed up behind him. The king was still dressed, his rough armor scratchy against Bernard’s bare ass. Bernard was squirming now, anticipating Hadrian’s heavy cock, his strong hands. He let out a low, needy sound, trying to press back against the bulge in Hadrian’s pants. Hadrian put a hand to Bernard’s back, stilling his boy. 

“You know what I love most about this room?” Hadrian murmured in his ear, lips brushing gently against his hair. 

“When it’s so full of beasts you can’t hear it, but when its empty?” Hadrian chuckled, pulling back from Bernard-

“The ACOUSTICS ARE INCREDIBLE!” He then yelled out, throwing his head back. His voice bounced around the wide room, echoing endlessly. Bernard’s eyes went wide with understanding.

“Hadrian wait, someone’s going to hear us if we-“

“Are they? Oh that would be bad, wouldn’t it?”

Bernard squirmed, face red.

“I guess you’ll just have to be very quiet then…” Hadrian said, rubbing Bernard’s ass roughly.

He grabbed some oil from a thin vase on the table, pouring a small amount into his hands. He began to work Bernard open, not hastily, but with conviction. Bernard whimpered, trying desperately to keep his composure. 

“Are you worried? What do you think would happen if they heard us?” Hadrian mused while casually fucking Bernard on his hand.

“Maybe the guard will rush in, wondering what’s wrong? What would they say if they saw you like this?

“The Primus Pilus is the king’s whore!” Hadrian leaned forward to whisper savagely in Bernard’s ear. 

“Haah- Hadrian! I-”

Bernard let out a low moan, and it echoed around the room.

“Ah-“ He clasped his hands over his own mouth. “Mmm!”

“Ah ah”, Hadrian said. 

“That’s cheating. Hands behind you.”

“This game’s rigged, I think.” Bernard panted, but pulled his arms down and back, where Hadrian grabbed them together with one broad palm. 

“Those are the only kind of games I play, puppy”, Hadrian smiled dangerously.

He had freed his own hard cock now, slicking it with the oil. He dragged it over Bernard's crack, then entered with one smooth, heavy thrust. 

“Hnn!” Bernard tensed, struggled to keep himself quiet. 

“I’m gonna fill this room with your shouts.” Hadrian continued, thrusting into Bernard.

“They’ll hear you halfway across the veld.” He pumped in again.

Bernard felt the panic rise in him, his heart hammered. At the same time his cock twitched, throbbing against the cool wood of the table.

It wasn’t long before Hadrian found a rhythm, and began fucking Bernard roughly against the table. Bernard squirmed and writhed under him, low, frustrated noises every so often escaping his lips. His hips slammed into the table, and he wondered briefly if there would be bruises later. 

As if sensing his mind starting to wander, Hadrian grabbed Bernard by the shoulder and flipped him over in one smooth move. Bernard landed hard on his back on the table, stars temporarily flooding his vision. 

“Agh!” He hissed, nearly losing himself and shouting. Hadrian grasped him by the thighs, dragging him back to the edge of the table, and reentered him without missing a beat to his long, hard thrusts.

“Come on B”, Hadrian goaded, panting. He mantled over Bernard, holding a wrist in each hand, low enough over him that Bernard felt saturated in Hadrian’s scent.

“C’mon pup, speak!”

Bernard shook his head frantically, pressing his lips together. “Mmn-hn! Mn- HMMh!”

Hadrian’s eyes danced. His thrusts began to lose their rhythm but were becoming more fervent, and he grunted softly in his own pleasure. He reached back and grabbed Bernard’s cock, jerking him quickly as he pumped into his boy. Bernard could feel his orgasm rising in him, as much as he tried to fight it. 

The warmth ran over him him. A yell rose in his throat. At last, overwhelmed in sensations, he cried out-

Or tried to. 

Hadrian’s broad hand pressed tightly against his mouth. 

“MMMHhn!!” Bernard came, his cries muffled by Hadrian’s hand. His hot come sprayed over his stomach. A moment later, with gruff short moans Hadrian came as well, filling Bernard’s ass. They both paused there for a minute, Hadrian collapsing on top of Bernard. Bernard breathed heavily through his nose, still quaking through the last aftershocks of his orgasm, still gagged by Hadrian’s hand. 

After a minute, Hadrian pulled out, come leaking out of Bernard and pooling onto the dark wood of the banquet table.  He stood back up and gazed down at his boy. Bernard’s hair was a mess, his skin slick with sweat. He didn’t bother to try to get up just yet. As an afterthought, Hadrian scooped up some of the come from the table, trailing it back up Bernard’s crack and shoveling it back into his hole with two slick fingers. Bernard whimpered, then stilled, lifting his head off the table.

Smiling broadly, Hadrian met Bernard’s eyes. 

“Sheesh B, you can’t be so loud! What if someone heard you? You should be more careful!”

“Yes my lord”, Bernard breathed, letting his head fall back onto the table in defeat.