CH 36: {S} Drunk Alistair {5th S}

Alistair :"Surgery is stabbing someone to life."

Miquella :"Heh, the irony. Especially since it's extra relatable for me."

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Warnings: nipple play (M receiving), nipple sucking (m receiving), handjob (M receiving)

- (Limgrave, Third Church of Marika)

"Haaah, you are drunk out of your mind." Miquella sighed as he stood in front of him. Sitting in front of him was his dear, handsome consort. But drunk out of his mind and giggling like a little girl. He wouldn't lie, his mischievous but innocent little grin was adorable :"Come on, don't be like that~! You still look gorgeous even when annoyed though~ hehehehe."

Miquella pouted his lips to prevent a smile. He looked too adorable. But he just didn't want him to become a full on alcoholic. So he couldn't show it.

"Boop!" He was just about to scold when Alistair booped his belly, causing him to just a bit. He raised an amused eyebrow :"What are you doing now?"

"Hehehehe it's just that even your stomach looks cute. Every part of you looks cute." He tilted his head, pulling on Miquella's heart's strings as he started poking his body parts :"Your legs, boop. Your knees, boop. You pretty feet, boop. Oh, but I don't have a feet fetish though, so can I call them pretty?"

He couldn't hold back his smile anymore at his pout and frown. He had to cover his smile with his hand as Alistair genuinely looked annoyed before breaking into a big smile :"Oh, who cares! They're just pretty! But in a platonic way. I may be lewd, but I'm a weirdo."

'Goodness, he's way too adorable while cute.' Miquella kept his chuckles quiet as Alistair poked his toes, faking a childish voice :"Hello, little feet~. You're pretty too, but not as pretty as my husband's other parts. When it comes to his legs, I definitely love his thighs more."

Being called "husband" took him by surprise. Sure, they called each other a lot of intimate names comfortably, but seeing him calling him such a dear thing when completely drunk, while wearing his heart on his sleeve, really warmed his heart. He trusted Alistair's genuine feelings, but seeing them in such situations only assured him even more of how genuine they were.

"Hmmm, Miquella." Alistair didn't like to see him daydreaming and ignoring him however. Miquella had half the mind to not kiss his pouting lips. But seeing his eyes on him again, the Tarnished raised his hands for a hug :"Come on, let's cuddle? Pretty please?"

He chuckled :"How could I ever say no when you're looking at me like that?" Gently, he hugged his head into his slim chest and descended to the ground, letting the taller man enjoy his warmth. He laid his head on the pillow they had taken out as he stroked Alistair's hair with a smile, causing him to hum comfortably.

"I love it when you do this." He mumbled with a smile as the golden femboy kissed his head :"Do what?"

"Pat my head, kiss me lovingly, spoil me, and everything that makes me love you more and more." Miquella's cheeks reddened, smiling as he pulled his dark locks to kiss his forehead :"You are such an interesting child, you know that?

Sometimes, you are shy and adorable. Other times, you are confident and loving. And other times, you are spoiled and adorable. It's so amusing. Hahaha I'm slowly figuring out how to see each one. Now, if I was to see the spoiled side of you, I just need to get you drunk."

"True, I guess" Alistair chuckled softly, tilting his head to give more space for Miquella to kiss :"When I get drunk, it's like my head is completely empty of all thoughts, so I can just enjoy the moment as much as I want. Well, that was the case in the past anyway."

"What now?" Miquella kissed his cheek before pulling back to see Alistair smiling lovingly at him :"Now, my head is completely filled with you, so I can't think of anything else but you. That's why now, I just want to enjoy your love and affection as much as possible."

Miquella's heart melted. To see somebody loving him so much outside of his few family members and without the influence of his curse truly warmed up his heart. Tilting his consort's chin up, he places a fond kiss on his lips :"You really don't get embarrassed when you are drunk, huh?"

The Tarnished smiled, that same mixture of innocence and mischief that did things to the femboy demigod :"Why would I be embarrassed about wanting my husband's affection? I just want to be spoiled rotten by my amazing Empyrean husband. Why would that be embarrassing?"

"Hahaha you are something else." He chuckled, his blush spreading as the noiret suddenly kissed his small chest :"A... Alistair? What are you doing now?"

"Oh, nothing~." He smiled as his lips found a nipple hiding behind Miquella's tunic, making him jolt and shiver :"T-that's not exactly nothing- mm... Alistair... ooh~..."

His breathing picked up as he started licking it over his white robe, making him squirm and let out cute little sounds. Alistair smirked as he pulled back after a good suck, licking his lips as he looked at the pouting femboy :"You're finally beginning to feel it~. You didn't really feel much in the past."

"Yes, as how a normal man should be- mh!" He jolted when his nipple was flicked gently :"N-now, they have become so sensitive because of your perverted acts."

"Not as sensitive as I want, sweetheart~." Alistair grinned :"And don't talk like you don't love my "perverted acts", babe. It's not really convincing when you're already moaning such beautiful sounds. And look at this."

Miquella's back arched off the ground as the Tarnished cupped his member :"You're already getting hard~. So I guess you love this as much as I do, no?"

"O-oh~! Alistair, p-please, we did it just a few hours ago..." He pleaded, but they both knew he didn't really want to stop. It was obvious with how he avoided eye contact, with how his cheeks reddened, with how his breathing and heartbeat grew more excited by the second.

With a lustful grin, he gave his beautiful member a tug, making his legs jump :"Then just one more, okay? I really, seriously want to see you lost in pure pleasure from my touch. Want to see you unravel. Want to see the way your eyes roll back as you cum in my hand. Please, baby? Just one? For me?"

He could only let out a shaky breath, shuddering as held onto Alistair's muscular arm :"T-then... just one, o-okay? I seriously have barely any stamina left to amuse you more than once."

"That's more than enough, love." After kissing his lips lovingly, that sinful mouth that would drive Miquella crazy with pleasure descended to his petite chest, leaving a trail of kisses from his chin to his neck and to his nipple before giving it a deep kiss.

The golden femboy could only moan quietly. As embarrassed as he was to admit it, his antics felt good. Too good. But the tunic getting in the way of the real pleasure, letting him only feel the pressure of his hungry sucks, was truly getting annoying.

Thankfully, Alistair felt the same thing. He only pinched the fabric before it disappeared into his inventory. Apparently, he could equip and unequip for Miquella in an instant too. Miquella shuddered at the cold breath before gasping at the sensation of Alistair's lips on his nipple.

He arched his back, pushing his chest deeper into his mouth as he threw his head back at the pleasure. The noiret liked the reaction. He had trained Miquella's previously normal nipples into erogenous zones for a reason, after all. He didn't ignore the other perky nipple. As he sucked on, the other was pinched and flicked by his fingers.

"Mmm- o-oh... t-that feels... m-mmm good~..." He panted cute moans, exciting Alistair even more. What could get better than driving a gorgeous femboy crazy by teasing his nipples, after all? Certainly extremely few things for Alistair.

As if toying with his nipples wasn't enough to get him moaning, Alistair's free hand suddenly gripped Miquella's hard member, making him gasp and tremble at the sudden pleasure. His toes curled as he moaned more and more, eyes closing as he hugged the head sucking on his sensitive nipple :"O-oh, f-fuck! A-Alistair, please, slow down- oooh, m-my nipples~... hng~..."

But he was relentless. Not showing mercy even though his consort's eyes rolled back from the pleasure. Only grinning as he licked a long, torturous stripe right on Miquella's hard nipple, making his jaw clench as he threw his head back on the pillow.

"So cute. So fucking beautiful." He mumbled before biting down on his nipple, making him moan loudly :"F-fuck, A-Alistair! D-don't just- mmm~ don't just bite it..." Seeing the small tears, he kissed the aggrieved nipple lightly :"I'm sorry, baby. I did it gently, but I guess they're really becoming sensitive. I'm sorry. Here, I'll kiss it better."

Miquella shivered at the gentle kisses on his sensitive bud, letting himself relax again and enjoy the sensations. He stroked Alistair's head gently, encouraging him for more. And more Alistair did.

The speed in which his hand stroked the femboy's member, previously small, but now a solid 6 inches long, in a faster pace. Causing his spine to tingle with each stroke against the soft, sensitive part in the back.

His moans grew higher in pitch as his suckling grew harsher as well, with the pinching and pulling on the other nipple also growing rougher. Making his small whines turn into loud moans as his orgasm approached at a rapid speed.

"A-Alistair, I'm g-gonna cum." He warned, fingers gently tugging on his soft hair. Alistair gave his nipple a gentle nibble before cooing softly at his whine :"It's alright, baby. Go on. Cum for me."

With more encouragement from his pleasuring actions, Miquella finally let loose with a soft moan, silenced only thanks to his hand covering his mouth. Alistair's hand didn't stop. Stroking his shaft again and again to prolong his orgasm. When he finally stopped shooting ropes of cum, he finally allowed his member to soften.

The golden femboy's eyes came back from the back of his head as the Tarnished kissed his head and cheeks lovingly, singing sweet nothings to sooth his trembling form :"Good boy. Such a good boy. You're my beautiful sweetheart, love. Mine and mine alone to love and adore."

He could only hum softly, letting his stud of a consort hug his chest for more cuddles. He could only lay there, hug him back and enjoy the comforting kisses on his chest, neck and chin. Smiling at his next words :"I love you, Miq."

"I love you too, Al." Causing him to chuckle :"Been a while since you called me that."

"If you call me that stupid nickname, then I'll just have to call you by a stupid nickname too."

"But I love those stupid nicknames! Come on, can't we call each other those more?"

"No. I don't like them."

"Come on, please? Pretty please? With cherry on top? Can't we at least normalize you calling me that? I like it when you call me by a pet name!"

"I already call you by a lot of pet names though? I call you honey, sweety, dear, love. Shouldn't those be enough?"

"*Grinning* I will never have enough of words of affection!"

"Hahahaha that is true. But why do you like that specific nickname so much? Is there a special reason?"

"Hmm, well, those pet names show we're close as lovers, but when you call me Al, it makes me feel like we're close friends on top of that."

"Aww, sweetheart. Haaah, alright, alright. I guess it's fun to use stupid nicknames from time to time too, if you like them so much. Most friendships do have that, I suppose. Fine, I'll amuse you, Al."

The bright smile he received was completely worth it :"That's why I love you, Miq." Well, it didn't sound so bad when his consort was the one saying it.