After The Celebration

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-After the Celebration-

The two partners stumbled into their golden temple. The dark haired one swaggered forward, leaning on his blonde companion & showering his neck and jaw with sloppy kisses.

The blonde chuckled, nearly tripping over several pieces of gold tribute. The brunette pressed his captive against one of the stone pillars holding the ceiling up. He rested his cheek on the blonde’s bare chest a moment, for stability, as a mixed up grin developed on his face. He then quickly went back to kissing the blonde’s chest, neck and face.

“Come on,” he slurred between kisses “Quit squirming!”
“You’re drunk, Tulio.” Miguel laughed, half struggling in Tulio’s grasp.
“So are you…” Tulio replied. He reached up to twist his fingers in Miguel’s hair, knocking the green headdress off. Tulio’s own had been lost earlier somewhere in the streets of El Dorado, most likely tattered and soaking in wine. It was true Miguel had somewhat of a buzz happening, but he wasn’t any where nearly as bad as Tulio.

Tulio reached behind Miguel’s neck and undid the golden band covering his collarbone. He threw it to the stone floor with an ungraceful clatter and then ran his tongue up Miguel’s chest. Miguel gasped in surprise. That sound was followed by Tulio’s devious, drunken and open mouth laugh. The chortling subsided as he wrapped his arms around Miguel’s waist.

“Tulio?” Miguel asked, looking down at his partner in crime. He could tell when Tulio was up to something.

Tulio’s laugh came again, this time a hiss behind his teeth, low and quiet like a child who was watching the practical joke he had set up unfolding on the victim. With a quiet ‘Upsy daisy…” He hefted Miguel over his shoulder.

“Tulio!” Miguel cried, understandably startled “Tulio, You can’t do that!”

Tulio hummed a silly little tune, bounced Miguel on his shoulder and began to carry him towards the large pit bed covered in plush pillow, as if he were not listening to a word Miguel was saying and rather was carrying a bag of apples in from the orchard after a day of hard work. Then again that analogy was absolutely absurd because Tulio had never done a day of work in his life…and also because he always found himself hanging on every word Miguel ever said like each was a precious jewel.

“Oh yes I can.” he replied to Miguel’s gripe, devilishly. He dropped Miguel onto the bed with a soft thud, and then jumped in himself. He rolled over, strattling Miguel with a lustful gaze in his eyes. “I’m a God, remember?”

Tulio bit his lip, his smile growing more intense. Unable to stop himself, another laugh, this one fueled by the pure luck of his scam, echoed from his throat. The end of his cackling was muffled as he buried his face in the crook of Miguel’s neck. Miguel could feel Tulio’s breath wheezing against his chest and after a moment or two of silence and even breathing, he thought the Spaniard had passed out on top of him. But when Tulio lifted his head and licked his lips in a fashion Miguel had seen several times before, he Tulio was only taking a moment to plan his next move.

“You know what gods demand?” Tulio asked, swirling his finger over Miguel’s shoulder in a faux innocent way.
Miguel chuckled deep in his throat slightly, giving into Tulio’s little game before asking “What?”
“Virgin sacrifices…Mmm…” Tulio leaned in and nibbled on the edge of Miguel’s ear, enjoying the taste of his flesh.
“You know I’m not a virgin.” Miguel was quite aware what Tulio meant by ‘sacrifice.’
“Shh…Don’t ruin my fun…” whispered Tulio, moving over to touch his lips against Miguel’s.

Miguel returned the kiss, his fingertips brushing Tulio’s cheek. They pulled away and Tulio sat up to look Miguel over. He pulled off his earrings with one hand (it was exceedingly easy, even in Tulio’s drunken state, due to the fact that they were held only by a light clamp and not looped through any piercing. Neither his nor Miguel’s ears were pieced to begin with.) and quickly put the other over Miguel’s as he reached up to pull of his own.

“Oh, No no no..!” Tulio remarked “The sacrifice must do as the gods order and this god orders you to stay still.”

Tulio threw his earrings off to the side then disposed of Miguel’s, placing a kiss on his forehead. That was something Miguel just loved about being with Tulio, not just in an intimate way, but also as a partner in crime. Tulio would throw gold aside; the one thing Tulio always said was the most precious to him, and all just for Miguel. It made him remember how much Tulio really meant to him.

Tulio pulled his collar free, laying a hand on the front and swiftly tugging it free from his chest. Miguel looked up at Tulio’s thin yet so appealing body and juggled the notion of lunging forward and taking the Spaniard at that very moment. But he contained himself, so as not to spoil Tulio’s drunken little game.

Tulio stretched his arms high over his head, groaning deeply. He ran a hand over his chest to linger on his stomach. The whole time he gave Miguel teasing little looks. Apparently Miguel couldn’t help himself any longer because he pushed Tulio back so no he was towering over him. He began to untie Tulio’s green and blue sarong, but Tulio tackled Miguel and tried his best to pull off Miguel’s wrap. The two wrestled, loose tribal garb falling off, placing playful kisses anywhere they could. Miguel won this little skirmish, sitting in Tulio’s lap with his legs wrapped in Tulio’s. He laid a strong hand on Tulio’s back, holding him in a passion filled kiss. Tulio smiled around the kiss and felt his spine turn to jelly. He fell to the pillow with his arms around Miguel’s neck. He looked to the smiling face of his lover and chuckled, not quite as drunkenly as before, but still somewhat mischievous.

“You make a lousy sacrifice,” he said.
Miguel snickered back. He brushed his erect length against Tulio’s.
“I know.” he said simply. He kissed Tulio’s lips again and moved down his body to the hollow between Tulio’s legs. Miguel ran his tongue skillfully up the underside of Tulio’s shaft. Tulio shivered, his silly demeanor put aside. He was quite familiar with this situation. Miguel knew every inch of Tulio like the back of his own hand and even better he knew how to please every inch, in just the right way. Just one of the advantages of being such close partners, Tulio supposed.

Miguel took Tulio into his mouth gently. He moved slowly, taking his sweet time to move over every curve and ridge with delicate precision. He reached up and trailed his fingertips, feather soft, over Tulio’s abs. Tulio tangled his fingers into Miguel’s hair, his eyes slipping closed.

“Ah, Miguel…” he whispered, his face contorting into a picture of pleasure. Miguel continued his work, speeding up much to Tulio’s delight. Soon, he could stand it no more.
“Miguel,” he gasped “Enough! Come here…”

Miguel crawled into Tulio’s lap, as Tulio sat up. He rested his forehead on Tulio’s shoulder and breathed in his scent. Tulio wetted his fingers in his mouth and brought them around to Tulio’s entrance. He pushed two fingers in at once, knowing Miguel wouldn’t need to be prepared too thoroughly. As the tips of Tulio’s fingers brushed against his lover’s prostate, Miguel pressed his chest up to Tulio’s, a cry of enchantment escaping his mouth. Tulio removed his fingers after a few more moments of this and began to replace them with the head of his length. The two moaned in unison as Tulio buried himself to the hilt. Tulio gently took Miguel’s face in his hands and kissed him once more when he started to move.

Miguel gasped stealing breath from Tulio’s mouth. He wrapped his arms around Tulio’s back and gripped him tightly. Tulio laid his hands on Miguel’s hips for more stability. He kissed Miguel deeper, letting his tongue explore the blonde’s mouth. He continued to grind into Miguel, now with more intensity, sweat shining on his skin.

Miguel broke their kiss, to let out a strangled yell. He threw his head back, tangling his fingers in Tulio’s dark unkempt hair, his cries growing louder. Tulio’s hands snaked up to the small of Miguel’s back. He rested his forehead on Miguel’s chest, trying his best to hold back. His voice joined in with his lover. He panted and groaned, praying to Santa María for sweet relief, screaming out Miguel’s name in between. Miguel wrapped a hand around his neglected need and began to pump roughly in time with Tulio. It wasn’t long before he came hard, with his back arched tensely. A few swift jerks later Tulio came himself.

He fell back, arms opened wide, with a loud sloppy sigh that more resembled the contented sounds of over-eating than a sigh of sexual release. Miguel rolled off of him and nestled to his side.

“Yeah…You’re a real lousy sacrifice,” Tulio Said, pulling a blanket over them “But you my lousy sacrifice.”

He yawned loudly, stretching his arms then bringing one around to Hold Miguel to him. Miguel drifted away to sleep, a smile on his face. He didn’t know of the strange ritual Tzekel-Kan had planned for the two of them in the morning, (All that news of Shibalba and human sacrifices would probably have ruined the after glow) but he did know that he wouldn’t envy the hangover Tulio would have in the morning.