If his life depended on it, Meta Knight was not sure he could put into words exactly how much he hated the desert.

The heat was dry, granted, but it was still sweltering, and as he knew all to well, wearing steel armor made it twice as unbearable. The metal absorbed all the heat and it seeped through to his skin. Even a dry heat never stayed dry underneath any kind of clothing, either. He was acutely aware of how much he was sweating under his cape, and made an effort to stay several paces ahead of the others as a result.

He'd tried staying airborne, figuring maybe if he were at a higher altitude he could catch a breeze or at least glide from thermal to thermal to conserve his energy, but the air was devoid of any wind, and the sun burned his outstretched wings until he was left with no choice but to fold them close to his back and travel on foot. He berated himself for having been so careless, forgetting to apply sunscreen before leaving.

The ground was even worse. The sand found a way to get *everywhere*. It sucked all the moisture from his perspiring skin and clung there, making his entire body feel unclean and irritable. He had no idea how it was possible with his mask covering his entire face, but it even managed to get into his eyes every now and again.

By the time the group had returned with the Lor's right wing in tow, the armsman was more miserable and worn-out than he could ever remember being outside of war times. Still, he stubbornly stayed in the lead, eager to reach air conditioning and a shower as soon as possible. His armor almost felt like it was leaving burn marks on his skin.

“We're... back,” he rasped between breaths once he came through the door, panting beyond his control due to his body's last-ditch effort to cool down.

The cool air inside the ship was nothing short of *heavenly* after so much exertion while enduring the blazing desert heat, but the sight he was met with was... well, it demanded an explanation, to say the least.

King Dedede lay slumped over, fast asleep and snoring as loud as ever in an armchair he could barely even fit in, planted directly in front of the ship's main screen. One arm dangled limply off the side of the chair while the other lay atop a half-empty bag of chips, keeping it securely placed on his belly. The chair was surrounded with several pieces of trash he'd carelessly tossed aside: Crumpled-up wrappers and packaging for all manner of salty, sugary, or otherwise unhealthy snacks, empty soda cans and bottles, a paper plate with evidence of some kind of sauce left on it, a half-eaten double decker sandwich, a few pieces of silverware here and there, and gods knew what else. The screen seemed to be serving as a TV monitor, and was tuned in to a channel that played nothing but cartoons.

None of this was what needed explaining, though—in fact, Meta Knight had half-expected to see the ship's interior in such a state upon his return.

What he most definitely did *not* expect, however, was to see Magolor bent over, attempting to gather up the pieces of the mess... *wearing a French maid outfit.*

*Oh, thank the comets!* Magolor was only barely able to keep from speaking the thought aloud once he heard the knight enter. He dropped the few things he'd picked up off the floor into a nearby trash bin and immediately went to hover before the swordsman, restraining the urge to hug him in relief.

"Please, just... just put the wing aside for now. We can put it back on in the morning. You would not believe the day I've had!" He gave an exasperated sigh, ears drooping a little.

Bandana Dee quickly bowed before setting the wing down gently, significantly less dumbfounded by the sight they'd walked in on. This was, sadly, not the first time he'd seen a case of His Majesty demanding someone be dressed in a maid outfit as a mean joke. It had even happened to him once.

“Uhh, Sir...?” He cast a questioning look to his superior in rank, and apparently snapped him out of some sort of daze in doing so.

“Hm? Oh, err, dismissed,” Meta Knight stammered, tearing his eyes away from Magolor. He hadn't meant to stare, but the dress left very little to the imagination...

With another quick bow, and a somewhat knowing glance that went from Meta Knight to Magolor and back, the dee retreated to the room he'd been given to stay in.

As it was, the armsmaster had already been near-ready to collapse with both exhaustion from the trip and relief at finally being *done* for the day. The sight of Magolor in a maid outfit of all things had been entirely unexpected, and it was such a stark contrast to how much his regular robes had covered up, the knight had been caught completely off-guard. It certainly didn't help with his sweating, either.

He allowed himself a moment to gather his wits again. The king was asleep on a few feet away, on the other side of the room. Kirby was still in the room, too. Bandana Dee had left, but even still, he couldn't be losing his composure like this, especially in plain view of anyone. He took a deep breath and stood up straight. He could let his carnal urges get the better of him later, but right now, he had to remain as stoic as ever, lest anyone know something was amiss. Bandana Dee may already have known after that little slip-up.

“Kirby, just... go to your room and stay there, please,” he shooed the younger puff off, not at all willing to deal with the wonders of child care for the rest of the evening. To his relief, the boy obeyed without complaint, promptly shutting himself up in the same room he'd spent the previous night in.

“Thank you,” the Halcandran sighed, and started attempting to remove the dress.

“A day alone with Dedede is the worst I've ever had,” he grumbled in very clear frustration. “Oh, but don't let him know I said that. As rude and gluttonous as he is, he's actually a lot stronger than he looks, and I'm glad he at least agreed to help out,” he admitted, still struggling and failing to get the stars-damned piece of clothing off of him.

Meta Knight's face felt even hotter than the rest of his body. He'd never had a fascination with maid outfits before, but he could certainly understand it now. It didn't even occur to him to question *why* the Halcandran was wearing it, he was just thankful that happened to be the case. He stepped closer, almost tempted to wait to shower until later, but he got a better idea.

“Would you like some assistance?” he asked, maybe a little more huskily than he'd intended. He was thankful the King was a heavy sleeper, or else he wouldn't dare to do this.

"Oh, yes, *please!*” the foreigner answered quickly, backing up into the swordsman to allow him access.

“This is such a huge hassle... Why does Dedede even have this thing?! It's too breezy for my tastes, and hard to get off..." he muttered in a mixture of frustration and humiliation.

"So, how was your day?" he asked after a moment, turning his head a little to address the larger male.

“One of the worst I've had in a long while,” the warrior admitted, also having trouble tugging the dress off. It clearly wasn't meant to fit Magolor. He couldn't fathom how he even managed to put it on in the first place. It was *not* coming off; if he pulled any harder it would hurt. Maybe there was a zipper somewhere? If so, he couldn't find it. His patience had already been waned thin by the day's events, and this was not helping...

Oh, to Hell with the stupid thing. Dedede could buy hundreds more and dress his entire army in them if he wanted. Meta Knight drew his sword and pulled Magolor close to him with the flat side of it as if to threaten, pressing their bodies together as he heard the smaller male gasp in shock. He surprised even himself with this show of playfulness, but didn't linger on it.

“However, it may have just gotten considerably better,” he murmured into the smaller male's ear, slowly, deliberately slicing through the fabric of the dress, causing it to make a strangely satisfying *rriiippp* sound before it fell to the floor.

The Halcandran was left shaking in the swordsman's grasp. For a moment he thought maybe he'd been found out, and adrenaline had shot through his veins, making his heart race. He let himself relax once the fabric clinging to him was cut away with expert precision, leaving him unharmed.

"D-does this mean... Y-you want to...?" Magolor's breath was shaky, and his heart was still pounding from rush he experienced, but he had a feeling it wasn't going to slow anytime soon now.

The larger male released Magolor and sheathed his weapon, taking a step toward the hallway.

“I'm in dire need of a shower and hoped you might join me,” he beckoned, looking over the Halcandran's bare body intently. Without waiting for an answer, he removed his cape and left it scrunched up in his hand, rather than folding it as he usually would. For once in his life, he was in no mood to take things slowly or cautiously. It had been a horrendous day up until this point, and doing the two things he'd looked forward to most all day—at the same time, no less—sounded *amazing.* He extended his free hand for the foreigner to take it.

"I... uh..." Magolor didn't know what to say. He'd thought the knight was suave last night, of course, but this blew him away; he was completely speechless... But there was no way he was going to just say *no*. After the kind of day he had, the Halcandran needed to "join him" more than ever. With a nod, he moved forward, and clung onto Meta Knight's hand.

“Am I to assume you have a shower besides the one in the guest bathroom?” the latter inquired, leading his host toward the hallway. He experimentally unfolded one wing to see if it would hurt and was relieved that the pain was minimal.

"Err... Y-yes! Right this way!" Magolor took the lead, bringing his partner halfway across the hall before stopping in front of another door and opening it. The room behind it seemed less like a bathroom, and more like a small spa room. There was what looked to be a hot tub to their left, with a towel rack nearby. Of course, all the way in the back was the shower, which was significantly more spacious than the guest bathroom's.

Magolor had a feeling that the knight probably wasn't as big a fan of heat as he was, especially not at the moment, and opted to save the hot tub for some other time. Instead, he locked the door behind them, and took Meta to the back area before turning the showerhead on.

Presuming they'd have to wait a minute for the water not to be frigid—as nice as that sounded, in all actuality it was not wise to go from one extreme temperature to another—the winged swordsman tossed his cape aside and started removing his armor. With skin as dark as his, any evidence of a tan was incredibly unlikely, but he was sure he'd gotten burned in at least one or two places, and the armor still hadn't cooled down, which didn't help. It was a huge relief to remove the steel pieces and have them replaced by cool air. For once, he didn't care where they ended up, and tossed even his mask aside with little caution. Piece after piece hit the tile floor with a *clang* that he would have avoided making were it not for the noise of the running water to conceal it.

Magolor kept his eyes on the puffball as he began to strip down. He truly didn't take heat well after all. His mouth watered a little at the sight before him. Though he had seen Meta naked the very night before, after the day he had, it felt like forever ago. Not to mention, the way he carelessly tossed away all his clothing, clearly eager for what they were about to do, excited the smaller of the two a little.

“Finally...” the winged warrior sighed once he was bare, taking one of Magolor's hands in his own to bring him closer.

"Erm... F-feeling better with those off?" the foreigner asked, letting himself be pulled close with no resistance. He tried so hard not to sound as flustered and excited as he was, but it was no easy task. He pressed his body against that of his partner, anticipation stirring within him.

“Much better, si,” the armsman breathed, his eyes glazing over with desire. He wrapped both arms around the smaller male in a tight embrace, decidedly ignoring the pain of skin-on-skin contact due to the burning. He *needed* them to be close like this; he didn't care that it hurt. He still took in a sharp breath out of reflex to the pain, but cut it off by hastily pressing his lips against Magolors'.

“Hhmmhh...” he made a sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan, expressing his mixture of content, discomfort, and need, slowly running his hands up and down the Halcandran's back. He briefly brushed his tongue over his partner's lower lip, relishing their closeness and hoping he wouldn't be pushed away. He left his eyes just barely open, eager to see what kind of reaction he'd get.

Magolor tensed as the knight began to kiss him. His eyes were open wide in shock, and his face growing almost as hot as Meta's body. This amount of passion and lust was a little unexpected; clearly the knight was venting out some frustrations. Still, it felt so good knowing he chose to do it in this way, finding comfort and fulfillment in the intimate acts they were about to commit. He soon relaxed in the swordsman's embrace as two hands possessively caressed his back. He finally gave into it, and closed his eyes as he leaned forward, and held his partner closely, finding enjoyment in having his lips taken hungrily and aggressively.

The larger male pulled away just barely long enough to take a breath before diving in for another kiss. He took one hand off the Halcandran's back to open the shower door, maybe a little too quickly. He had to use one foot to stop it from swinging shut again and keep it propped open. His hand returned to his partner's body as soon as possible, though not in the same place.

Taking a guess as to where a sensitive spot may be, he tried rubbing in a circular motion just behind the base of one of Magolor's ears, more than happy to have a chance to explore his partner's body and touch every spot he wanted touched. As he did so, he tentatively reached one wingtip over to test if the water was a decent temperature yet, and found it was soothingly cool, but likely not warm enough to be comfortable for both of them yet.

Magolor shivered as the spot just behind his ear was massaged tenderly. What a lucky guess! That just so happened to be one of his more sensitive areas, and it showed. Both ears twitched slightly before lowering, and he gave a small, appreciative moan. 

*Oh, yes... That's the spot...* He leaned closer into the larger male's arms, feeling every muscle in his body unwind and relax. He felt like he was going to melt in the knight's hands...

Taking the small noise as a sign he was doing something right, the armsman added a hand to his partner's other ear, rubbing in circles with his index finger just behind the base of it as well. He broke off their kiss, wanting to hear more.

Magolor gave a small whine as the kiss was broken; he certainly didn't want that little moment to end so soon. Thankfully, the knight now had hands behind both of his ears, and was using them so *wonderfully*. The Halcandran had to keep a tighter grip on Meta just so he wouldn't sink to the floor.

“Does it feel good there?” the warrior murmured, close enough to let his breath tease his partner's ear at the same time he kept massaging. He figured he knew the answer, but he wanted the satisfaction of hearing Magolor say it. He wanted to be told how well he was doing, how good he could make his partner feel.

"I-it..." Magolor's voice shook, and he spent a moment trying to retrieve cognitive thought from the haze of blissful contentment that had fallen over his mind.

"It feels wonderful~!" he breathed, just barely managing to get the words out. Even if it didn't bring him actual pleasure, being caressed in such a sensitive place heightened his desire for more touch. Heat was starting to stir in his gut, and a familiar tension was just starting to form further below. He restrained a whimper, but a tiny sound still escaped his throat.

“I thought as much,” Meta Knight whispered back, allowing himself a small smirk of triumph. Now Magolor wasn't the only one who knew of a weak spot he could take advantage of. The Halcandran was practically putty in his hands now, and the swordsman found himself enjoying his newfound power. The small noises he was making were less needy than those he'd made the previous night and more... *submissive*. Listening to him sounding that way made the knight's arousal start to build. He'd be poking out of his slit soon.

Without stopping his massaging, he tested the water with the very tip of his wing again, and found it comfortably warm this time.

“Here,” he beckoned, returning one hand to his partner's back and taking a step into the open shower doorway, coaxing the smaller male to follow.

Magolor followed beside the knight, clinging to him as if his life depended on it. Time seemed to be slowing down tremendously, and the Halcandran's lust quickly rose toward its peak. He wanted so desperately for Meta to take him, to do more than kiss and pet him. He wanted to go even further, but he waited. He waited as best he could for his partner to lead their little dance further.

His lust wasn't the only thing rising, either. An erection was slowly poking outward, twitching eagerly for attention. The warm air in the shower felt pleasant against it, but what he craved was direct contact. Briefly, he thought back to the previous night, and suppressed a shudder at remembering how skilled the swordsman had been with his hands.

The winged knight briefly let go of the Halcandran and positioned himself standing under the stream of water. Even though it was warm, it was soothing as it cascaded down his back. His wings got heavier once they were wet, and started to droop, but as long as it helped keep them from twitching uncontrollably, he wouldn't mind.

Then he noticed Magolor's length twitching in anticipation, practically begging for his touch. It gave him a twinge of need between his legs as well, but he ignored it for now.

“Maybe you'd like to get cleaned up first?” he prompted, side-stepping out from under the running water and reaching for the nearest bottle of body wash.

Without Meta Knight's hold on him, Magolor was finding it hard to keep from dropping to the floor. The sight of his partner's now-wet body in front of him certainly wasn't helping him stay afloat either.

The Halcandran gave a desperate whine as the knight appeared to have changed his mind about sex. His mouth opened quickly as he was about to beg for the sultry puffball to take him, but before he could say anything, the other male spoke again.

“I can do it for you, if you'll let me...” he offered, dropping his voice to a low, sultry tone. He reached his empty hand down to give Magolor's length a gentle squeeze, and locked eyes with him, making sure he paid attention to his every move, and every word he spoke.

“... And I won't miss any spots.”

Magolor's eyes felt like they were stuck in place, unable to look away from his partner's own gaze. Shivering at the reference to last night's end, Magolor wrapped his hands around Meta's, trying to keep him from removing it.

"Yes... Please... P-please clean me up!" he begged. It was only right for this dirty little Halcandran to get cleaned.

“As you wish, mi gatito pequeño,” the knight let his voice rumble in his throat, low and husky. As much as he knew his partner didn't want him to, he took his hand away from his stiffening organ. He circled around Magolor to stand close behind him, and emptied just enough body wash onto his open palm to coat every inch of his partner with it. The spicy-sweet scent of cinnamon and burnt sugar filled the shower as he set the bottle aside and rubbed his hands together, making sure both his palms had enough before beginning.

Then, both his hands went to the foreigner's sides, and he once again pulled Magolor backward into his body. He spread the gel as slowly as he could, wanting the close contact to last as long as possible. His hands caressed his partner's torso first, rubbing at his sides, his chest, his stomach, gradually creeping lower...

Magolor bit his lip while the winged knight slowly rubbed him down. He knew the knight was teasing him, and although he longed for more sexual contact, he didn't dare speak up. He *did* beg to be washed, after all.

As the winged armsman inched his hands tantalizingly closer to his point of interest, desire for the same kind of touch built up in his own body. The very tip of his hardening manhood prodded against Magolor's backside as it reached half mast, distracting him just momentarily.

“Mmmmhh...” he gave a low, contented moan directly into Magolor's ear, purposefully trying to get him riled up as he just barely kept his hands away from the smaller male's length, veering off to rub the areas around his slit instead.

Magolor took in a sharp breath as he felt the other's tip poke his back. He desperately wanted it inside him. Once more, however, he kept his desires unspoken. The time would come. He knew that the knight wouldn't be able to keep this little show going for much longer, yet still, every second of teasing felt like an eternity of torture.

His body couldn't handle it for much longer. Magolor bucked forward a bit on instinct even though there was nothing to push into, while pre slowly dripped from the tip of his eager shaft. He gave a pitiful whine as his urges rose. He wanted Meta to take him so badly...

As his partner expected, the armsmaster wasn't able to keep up the teasing upon hearing such desperate sounds. He was too eager to please.

Finally, he let one hand drift over to the Halcandran's shaft and curled his fingers around it, giving it a firm squeeze. He felt it throb in response, and wasn't able to keep himself from rocking his hips back and forth a little, brushing his own organ against Magolor's backside. He held back a small moan and started stroking his partner from base to tip in time with his weak thrusts, keeping a tight grasp. His other hand moved to spread the body wash elsewhere, namely the backs of his ears, and the spots behind them he knew would drive the smaller male crazy. Meanwhile, grinding his underside into the smaller male gave him tiny bits of pleasure, teasing him the rest of the way out of his slit until he was completely stiff and throbbing.

Magolor's body bucked forward again as he was finally starting to be pleased. Quick, high little moans escaped the Halcandran with every hot wave of pleasure. The strokes were slick and wet, given the gel and suds coating his partner's hand and spreading over the alien's aching erection. He soon found it hard to form cognitive thoughts as the knight played with his entire body. His hands worked wonders on his most sensitive parts, sending bliss throughout him, while the underside of the other's own shaft rubbed at his back. He couldn't stand it. As good as it felt, it wasn't enough. He *needed* to be filled.

"Oohhh, please...!" Magolor cried out, finally giving in to his urges. He leaned forward a little, trying to angle himself in a way that allowed more access to his back entrance.

"Please stick it in me! I n-need it!" he pleaded, hungrily pushing into the hand wrapped around his shaft.

“Patience, chiquito, patience...” the larger of the two breathed, backing up a pace. He moved both hands to the Halcandran's back, making sure to clean every spot his body had just been pressed against. 

“You still need to rinse off,” he continued, his voice staying somewhere between soothing and seductive as his hands lingered on Magolor's hind end in particular, caressing it firmly and thoroughly. He was tempted to dip one finger inside, but knew that was a horrible idea until his hands had been rinsed off as well.

“Besides, don't I get a turn?” he prompted in a faux hurt tone, coaxing the other male to stand under the stream of water once he'd cleaned as much of his body as possible.

The only response Magolor could produce was a plaintive whimper. This teasing was unbearable! The knight's suave words and magnificent touch were wonderful, but the Halcandran needed it to go further, and he needed it *now*.

Nevertheless, he hovered in place under the showerhead, allowing the water to rinse off all of the soap that had been lathered onto him. It felt nice and warm, a soothing stream that would have been relaxing under other circumstances. In this situation, however, the heat felt a little *too* nice in certain areas, and it only served to make him more eager to be taken right then and there.

While the water washed away the suds from Magolor's now-spotless skin, the swordsman used one hand to continue squeezing and stroking the smaller male's member in an attempt to tide him over for the time being, earning a small, appreciative moan. He retrieved the bottle of body wash with his other hand and planted a brief but firm kiss on his partner's lips before handing the gel over. By now, his wings had started unfolding a little, but the weight of the water kept them from moving much, thankfully. He was anxious to go further, too, but the prospect of two hands running over his entire body inch by inch was too good to ignore.

The smaller of the two was at least glad his partner gave him some small form of relief, but he still wanted to skip the rest of this foreplay and go all the way. He knew the knight wouldn't let him finish until they were both good and clean, though, so he had to bear with it for now.

His hands were shaking so much he nearly dropped the bottle as it was handed to him, but he managed to pour some onto his hand—probably too much—before practically dropping it to the floor as he headed back to Meta.

He held the warrior close to his own body as he reached around to his back, lathering the slick gel across it. The puff leaned into the embrace and gave a contented sigh, lifting his arms a little to allow the alien better access to his sides. He let his eyes slip closed as his chest and abdomen were rubbed next. Then, within a split moment, he had two hands firmly placed on his rear, practically playing with it more than cleaning it. He wasn't at all used to having his hind end touched, but he was starting to understand the appeal as it was groped and kneaded. Still, it was done in such a possessive manner, his pride and his body were in disagreement over whether he liked it or not.

Once the disembodied hands working him over trailed toward the areas closest to his length, his wings spread a little further and gave a tiny, weak flap in anticipation. The Halcandran took notice of this, and got a mischievous idea. Wanting a tiny bit of revenge, he trailed a soapy finger across the very edge of one wing, a smirk creeping across his lips.

“Nnh...!” Meta Knight's breath hitched in his throat. He tensed from the shiver that ran up his spine and instinctively tried to unfold his wing completely, pressing it further into the Halcandran's hand to seek out more of the same contact. The tension in his groin tightened a little, making his manhood visibly twitch upward as a bead of pre-ejaculate formed at the tip. He hated how easily his body could be manipulated this way, but it just felt so *good* he was helpless to stop it.

"Heeheehee..." Magolor let out a sound somewhere between a snicker and a giggle, feeling victorious at the knight's reaction. After all the teasing he'd endured, it was nice to get some revenge. He continued to caress the knight's wing with one hand, whilst the other trailed down to Meta Knights's length, teasingly grazing over its base. While the Halcandran was nowhere near as suave as his partner, he at least felt a surge of satisfaction from matching him in other ways.

“Aah...” the knight gave a small moan as his partner turned the tables on him. His back arched just a little as he rocked his hips back and forth, attempting to make use of the hand teasing his organ. The wing that wasn't being touched trembled as it wrapped around the feline alien, trying to keep him from pulling away. He almost started to regret teasing the other male in the first place.

Magolor, on the other hand, was immensely enjoying this. He loosely wrapped his hand around the swordsman's shaft, giving him just a little bit more to thrust into. Meanwhile, the Halcandran licked at Meta's lips before pulling his tongue back, and the hand that was on his wing had returned to scrubbing his lower body. *That* should make him want more.

The armsman held back a plaintive sound as he lost stimulation on his wing, and instead tried to shift his focus elsewhere. He pushed just a little harder into his partner's hand, enjoying the pleasurable sensations it gave him, but wishing he'd squeeze tighter. At the same time, having his lips teased made him *desperately* want to kiss the smaller male. Unable to help himself, he added his second wing to embrace Magolor and pulled him in to firmly press their lips together. He held onto the foreigner's sides with both hands as well, making sure he couldn't pull away again. He slowly ran his tongue across the Halcandran's upper lip, practically suckling it as other areas of his body were rubbed clean.

Magolor was taken by surprise as his partner brought him close enough to lock their lips. His eyes soon closed in content as they kissed, however, and his cleaning of Meta Knight's body had slowly turned into sensual strokes, mainly focused on his wings. It was very clear how much they both wanted this, so the Halcandran tried to finish off the cleaning as soon as he could. He couldn't stand waiting much longer, especially knowing the winged warrior wanted him just as badly.

Meta Knight stepped backward to stand under the water stream, pulling his partner with him. He unwrapped his wings from the smaller male to rinse them, but that was the only leeway he gave. He didn't let their mouths separate for more than a second between kisses, and only once all the soapy suds had been washed from his body did he pull away further.

“Against the wall,” he ordered, his voice heavy with hunger. *“Now.”*

Magolor gave no response; no flirting, no teasing. He quickly did just as the knight commanded, placing his hands against the wall, bracing himself against it, and presenting his rear to the other. Though his mouth was dead quiet, his eyes said plenty as he looked back at Meta, desperation showing within them.

The armsman took in the sight before him for only a moment to commit it to memory. The little alien looked so needy, so horribly desperate to have the knight fill him. He hovered completely bent over, his most private of areas easily in view. His entrance twitched just minutely in anticipation, and his dripping length hung down below him, as if weeping for release. Deep, carnal desire swirled within his half-lidded amber eyes, reflecting that of his lover.

The winged knight hastily got into position directly behind him, both hands firmly grasping the areas that could come closest to counting as Magolor's hips. The only warning he gave was to briefly prod his tip against the Halcandran's entrance before slowly pushing in as far as he could go.

“Hnngh...!” he stifled a moan before it could completely get out, biting his lip as his partner's tight warmth enveloped him. His wings spread and remained stretched out at his sides, trembling with anticipation and ready to start flapping whether he wanted them to or not, despite how heavy they felt.

“Oohhh...” the Halcandran sighed in relief as his partner finally pushed inside him. After all the relentless teasing he'd gone through, it was finally time to start the real fun. He clenched around Meta Knight's length, giving him a nice little squeeze before he could start thrusting.

“Mmmhh...” the swordsman's voice rumbled in his throat as pleasant sensations started washing over him. After a short moments' reprieve, he began to buck his hips back and forth, setting a steady pace that was neither very slow nor fast. Almost against his will, his wings started working as well, each downward flap helping push him forward. It took more effort while they were soaked with water, and droplets went flying everywhere, but he couldn't care less about restraining himself at this point. With each thrust, he shoved himself in to the hilt, and the force pushed his partner forward a bit as well. He watched as Magolor's pointed ears swayed back and forth with the movement of his thrusts, and was tempted to hold onto one of them, but he doubted he could reach that far, and he needed to keep the smaller male in place as best he could.

"Hhmmmnn..." a low groan escaped the alien as Meta Knight began to thrust into him. He was so thankful his partner didn't take it too slow this time. He was breathing heavily as he was pushed forward, loving being filled, yet still wanting more.

"C-come on, Meta... Don't be afraid to go f-faster! You know I can take it, after all!" he urged, bringing a hand back to try and stretch his entrance some for the knight.

He wasn't about to deny that request. The armsmaster tightened his grip on the smaller male's sides a little and pumped his wings harder for more speed. He continued pushing in as deep as he could go, and was sure he was poking at the very end of the tunnel with every thrust. He relished how tightly his partner squeezed down on him, how warm and slick it felt inside... He wanted Magolor to feel every bit as good as he was feeling. He reached underneath the Halcandran's body to grip his length, stroking it in time with his thrusts.

Now *that* was more like it. Magolor began to moan aloud as Meta pushed in deeper. He returned his hand to the wall, pushing hard against it to press back into his lover's thrusts. He inhaled sharply as the knight had begun to stroke him off, his eyes rolling back as pleasure coursed throughout his body. He made tiny, high little moans each time his deepest regions were pressed into.

“Ahh... Hah... Mmh... Aah...!”

The winged puff couldn't get enough of his partner's cute little sounds. He wanted to do whatever he could to hear more. It wasn't feasible to angle himself correctly in this position, so instead he briefly took his hand off the feline's length to pull him just slightly more upright, eliciting a small, surprised yelp from him. As soon as he was sure the angle was right, he went back to stroking Magolor's member in his fist and started pushing forward even harder, trying to find the exact right spot to rub against. Magolor moaned out as the armsman's efforts were redoubled. The Halcandran felt tighter inside this way since he was less easily accessible, and Meta Knight couldn't help but moan at the renewed waves of bliss as well.

“Oohhh... Que se siente tan bien...!”

Those words sent shivers down the alien's spine, and forced his eyes shut whilst he panted open-mouthed. In his mind's eye, he could see just how hard Meta was thrusting into him. Their current session was playing out perfectly in his mind from an outside view, and such a sight served to make the Halcandran cry out with abandon as he neared closer and closer to climax.

“Haaahh! *Aaaahh!*”

The swordsman continued ramming as hard as he could manage, driven by the Halcandran's jubilant sounds. His heart was pounding, his head was spinning, and his lungs heaved, but he didn't dare let up. It felt far too amazing to stop, even for a moment. His wing flaps started to lose their coordination as he neared orgasm, and his breath caught in his throat once or twice when a particularly powerful wave of pleasure overtook him, putting him right on the very edge.

“M-Májolor, estoy—augh... I'm s-so close...!” he struggled to get the warning out correctly, even going so far as to pronounce his partner's name wrong. His mistake mortified him, but he couldn't stop and dwell on it now.

"S-same... ooohh...! Same here!" Magolor cried out, attempting to hold his climax back as best as he could. Unfortunately, his best wasn't quite enough. He couldn't hold it anymore once his sweet spot was hit, causing overwhelming pleasure to grip him for a few long, wonderful moments. He let out loud, wanton moans as he came, splattering his load on the wall he'd been braced against.

“Nnnnnff!” A shuddering moan rattled in the back of the puff's throat scarcely a moment or two after Magolor had finished, signifying his release. The Halcandran's insides practically became a vicegrip when he'd hit climax, clenching and convulsing relentlessly around the knight's manhood. He held onto his lover desperately as white-hot euphoria blazed through his body the same way it had claimed that of the other male. His wings stretched as wide as they could spread, trembling as they remained suspended in place. He gritted his teeth as spurt after spurt of his fluids left him, coating Magolor's inner walls.

Finally, he came down from his high and was left breathless, having expended all but the very last reserves of energy he had left. His grip on the smaller male weakened, and his wings fell to the floor at his sides, suddenly far too heavy for him to hold them up any longer. As his blood began to return where it needed to be rather than where it had all just gone, he pulled away from Magolor, and wasn't able to avert his eyes this time. A rather generous amount of his cum leaked out of the Halcandran's hind end, and was subsequently washed away along with that of the alien.

Magolor's body went limp and slowly lowered to the floor. His deep breaths were very audible, even after his climax had finished. His eyes remained closed, and his mind was almost completely blank in the afterglow. He was nearly worn out from the experience. It was definitely a league above the previous night. It took the Halcandran a little bit, but he slowly moved a hand to grab onto one of Meta Knights' and lifted himself up, gradually nearing the knight before planting another kiss onto him. The larger male eagerly returned it, embracing the little feline as he did so. 

“Hmmn...” Magolor gave a contented sound somewhere between a sigh and a hum that was muffled by the mouth covering his.

The knight let himself enjoy the kiss for what felt like at least half an hour. It took him a long moment to finally break the connection, look into his lover's eyes...

… and see that there was nothing there for him.