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Odysseus has to admit, he likes Palamedes much more nowadays. Especially when the man is sucking Odysseus’ cock like his life depends on it. Because it does.
Diomedes is watching Palamedes work, his hand wrapped around his own hard cock and occasionally stroking it, clearly enjoying the view. He’ll get his turn next, and he knows it. It’s simply tradition that Odysseus gets to go first.
He rocks his hips and feels Palamedes swallow around him. Odysseus allows a pleased moan to rumble from his chest. It makes Palamedes increase his efforts, bobbing his head and moving his tongue in delicious patterns. It is almost funny how even a little praise affects the man.
“How is he?” Diomedes asks, and Odysseus tangles a hand into Palamedes’ hair, drawing a whine from him that vibrates Odysseus’ cock wonderfully.
“Eager,” Odysseus answers, and tugs lightly.
Palamedes freezes, and Odysseus puts his other hand in Palamedes’ hair, gripping it tighter.
“But I want more.”
Palamedes doesn’t protest when Odysseus thrusts into his mouth, setting a brutal pace that makes him gag with each forward motion. It feels incredible, Palamedes’ throat constricting around his invading cock with each thrust, and it makes him want to keep himself there until Palamedes suffocates. But that would be breaking their deal, so Odysseus makes sure to pull out enough to let Palamedes gasp in the occasional desperate breath.
Of course, if the way Palamedes’ cock twitched each time Odysseus bottomed out in his throat was any indication, Palamedes might let him try it as long as he promised to pull out once Palamedes fell unconscious. Odysseus might bring that idea up to him later.
Odysseus slams his hips forward a final time and then pulls back slightly, groaning as he watches his seed overflow Palamedes’ mouth and leak down his chin. He rocks his hips with gentle motions, making sure he’s fed the entirety of his load to Palamedes, and then pulls out.
He sits down on his cot, switching places with Diomedes who sighs at the sight of Palamedes’ glazed eyes and cum-stained mouth before sliding his own cock inside. Seeing the look of pleasure on Diomedes’ face as Palamedes suckles him warms Odysseus’ belly; Diomedes looks so soft like this, closer to his age, and it makes some part of Odysseus wish to see it more often.
“You’re right,” Diomedes rumbles, resting a hand on Palamedes’ head, “He is eager.”
Palamedes handles Diomedes differently, compared to Odysseus. Likely, it is because Odysseus generally wants to take his pleasure, and Diomedes likes to receive it. Pleasing Diomedes isn’t necessarily more work, but it is a different kind.
Odysseus watches as Diomedes sets a languid pace, clearly enjoying whatever Palamedes was doing. His eyes are half-closed, focused on the way Palamedes’ lips are stretched around his cock. It’s a wonderful scene, one that Odysseus will likely describe to Penelope when he gets home. She will appreciate it as much as he is now.
Odysseus ends up laying down, only mostly watching Diomedes ease his length in and out of Palamedes’ mouth. Diomedes gets like this sometimes; he enjoys the build-up more than the climax, and while Odysseus doesn’t hold it against him, they are in Odysseus’ tent, and he’s getting tired.
“Diomedes, stop making love to his throat and finish off. Take him to your tent if you want to spend more time in his mouth,” Odysseus finally grumbles.
Diomedes smirks at him, and gently pushes into Palamedes’ mouth again.
“Don’t be so grumpy, old man. Learn to enjoy things.” Diomedes rolled his hips and sighed pleasantly. “Besides, I bet I can last long enough for you to get it up again.”
Odysseus groans and rolls his eyes.
“I don’t want another round, I want to actually get some sleep, which I will not be able to do if you’re both in here squelching all night.”
Diomedes snorts, but obligingly speeds up his thrusts. Odysseus watches unamused as Diomedes finally chases his orgasm instead of meandering around it, until Diomedes grunts and thrusts hard against Palamedes’ face. Palamedes gulps Diomedes’ spend down without complaint.
Diomedes finally pulls his cock free of Palamedes’ mouth, although he takes a moment to admire the man’s face as he does so.
“I’d say he’s earned another few days at least,” Diomedes says, and Odysseus chuckles.
“I agree. Enjoy your freetime, Palamedes.”
Palamedes staggers to his feet and wipes his face with his hands, eyes glassy and expression flushed. He slowly walks out of the tent, obviously only mostly aware of himself.
Odysseus shoots a look at Diomedes.
“You’d better go grab him before he walks into a firepit,” he says, and Diomedes laughs but leaves as well.
Palamedes will have to die, eventually, but for now, Odysseus is willing to keep letting him buy time. For now.