Once the shock of discovering his oh so righteous justice-obsessed boyfriend read porn wore off, Yuri thought it was neat. Sexy, even, the idea of someone so innocent-looking being a pervert and how Ashe was so chill about it. Not to the point of bragging about it, but if Yuri walked in on him reading some bawdy knight's tale he didn't freak out and hide the book under the pillow.
The problem was that Ashe had his own way of living dangerously, and that meant trying out certain scenarios from those books. "I know people in real life can't bend like that, I know the books exaggerate, but the basic idea isn't a bad one," he always said before talking Yuri into doing something ridiculous or crazy.
To his credit, sometimes these wild ideas of his worked. The sexy kidnapping roleplays, for example, or the risk factor of doing it somewhere they might get caught. Ashe enjoyed being tied up and teased, while Yuri found being blindfolded made him appreciate Ashe's attention to detail all the more.
But trying to do it in the bath had been a disaster for the lack of room, the body paint felt nice being brushed on but was a pain in the ass to get off, and it was more fun feeding each other strawberries and suggestively-shaped sweets than it was licking jam and cream off each other's skin.
And that wasn't even going into the kind of things even the two of them combined weren't flexible enough for, even if he swore he knew it wouldn't work exactly the way it did in the books.
Two weeks after the latest disaster, Yuri could finally walk straight again. When he saw Ashe reading another dirty novel with a gleam in his eye, he had a feeling this time it would be three weeks.
Ashe was an adult. He could handle being told no, he was way more mature than most people older than him and would go out of his way to make a person comfortable or make up for any trouble he caused them. The problem was Yuri, who loved Ashe more than was healthy and had ever since Ashe had put him in his place with impassioned declarations of protection and cornball lines about wanting to save him. It was those bright, shiny eyes, that eager smile, those damned freckles all over his gorgeous body.
Ashe could handle no. Yuri couldn't handle telling him no, and he knew that said more about him than it did about Ashe.
He'd have to try something different.
He returned from his latest delivery of gold, sweets, and supplies to one of the nearby villages, swishing dramatically into his and Ashe's room where Ashe, as usual, was reading one of his Naughty Knights Tales.
"Read to me." Ashe looked up from the book, raising an eyebrow.
"Come again?" Yuri suppressed the urge to crack a dirty joke for now.
"I want to hear about these knights and their sexy times in your voice," he said. "And that includes describing the illustrations if there are any." He tugged off his boots, making himself comfortable on the bed behind Ashe and wrapping his arms around him. Ashe shivered, but didn't try to push him away.
"Well, all right, but my voice isn't very sexy."
"I'll be the judge of that. Why don't you back up a few pages and start from the beginning of the chapter?"
The chapter opened with the story's Prince and one of his knights already in the act, complete with a flimsy setup of how they'd ended up in this predicament.
"He'd never gotten a good look at Jacen nude before, and right now, Prince Edmund liked very much what he saw," Ashe read, going on to describe Jacen's glistening wet pecs, biceps, strong thighs, and of course his huge dick. Which went on for an entire paragraph, every inch of that thing, "half-hard between his legs, slowly rising as it grew harder, a drop of precum already dripping from the engorged tip." He chuckled. "I swear, some of the men in these books could give Balthus and Dedue a run for their money."
"Keep going," Yuri murmured, nuzzling his neck. The story was back to the fucking now, Prince Edmund in the classic face-down ass-up position with Jacen pounding him like his life depended on it. The dialogue was beyond cheesy, even beyond cringe, and Ashe read every single line with a straight face.
A few of his associates wondered how the Savage Mockingbird fell for someone so innocent-looking he probably thought babies grew in a cabbage patch and that "going all the way" was kissing on the mouth. He almost wished they were here to listen right now.
Almost.
"Like a jaguar in heat, Prince Edmund let out an earth-splitting yowl as the thick, meaty pole spasmed within him and pulsed, flooding his ass with a river of liquid heat. His own turgid steel rod trembled, spilling his joy onto the sheets beneath him," Ashe continued. Congratulations to the two worst ways to describe a dick I ever heard. Not that it mattered to Yuri's own dick, hard as steel by now. These books could use all the fancy language they wanted, but these characters knew how to fuck almost as good as he and Ashe did.
Ashe backed up against him, his ass settling neatly against Yuri's cock as he kept reading. Yuri stifled a groan, resisting the urge to throw the book down and Ashe onto the bed so he could ride him senseless. By now a third man had walked into the room, a younger servant "on the cusp of manhood".
"I swear not to tell a soul, said the seemingly innocent young boy, if you allow me to join you."
In another book, this would be unwanted drama. Blackmail. A love triangle. Here, though, Jacen and Prince Edmund were happy to strip him naked and spit-roast him to his heart's content.
Ashe moved against him again, and Yuri groaned. He was getting impatient, and the lube was within reaching distance. Without thinking, he rocked his hips.
Ashe turned around and smirked.
"You're more patient than I expected you to be," he said. "I didn't think I'd get through two pages before you jumped me."
"Give me some credit," Yuri chuckled, reaching to unbutton Ashe's shirt, "just because you're the sexiest man in Fodlan doesn't mean I can't take the time to appreciate your voice. Or your reading abilities. Or everything else about you." Ashe folded down the page he was on and turned to him.
"Then why don't you take the time to stare at me like Prince Edmund did with Jacen? And then I could rail you in any position you want," he said. "Or you could rail me." Yuri chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.
"Sounds good to me. But if some other guy walks he's not joining us." Ashe smiled, tugging Yuri's shirt off and moving to unbuckle his belt.
They fucked many times that night, Ashe using their recovery periods to read more passages about Prince Edmund and Jacen. The language got more and more ridiculous, their sex got more and more implausible, but for once Ashe didn't even mention trying anything crazy that could hurt the next day.
The bed, however, did not survive. And Yuri couldn't walk straight the next day for how hard Ashe railed him.
This time it was worth it.