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Kabru opens the door to his room, leading Mithrun in. Though he managed to keep his expression blank, there is embarrassment in how tight Kabru’s muscles are pulled. Might have something to do with how young of an adult he is, Mithrun supposes. Then again, the intricacies of tallmen age never really stuck with him.
“Is it just the act that you want, or do I get to kiss you?” Kabru takes a step closer, his chest nearly flush against Mithrun’s. Were they back in the west, Mithrun believes Kabru would be committing at least one felony on top of several taboos. Thankfully, they are not.
“Good question,” Mithrun responds, curious about the answer himself. To find out, he simply grabs Kabru’s face, pulling him into a deep kiss.
The decades since his last one must be showing in Mithrun’s technique, judging by Kabru’s smile against his chapped lips. Mithrun lets him take the lead on this one. It’s not… unpleasant. On the contrary, Kabru is easy to follow along with. Accommodating. Warm. There is a memory pushing itself onto the forefront of Mithrun’s brain; whether it’s real or a product of the dungeon, he does not wish to confront it.
In a search of external stimuli, Mithrun throws his arms around Kabru’s neck, bodies leaning on each other. That seems to stir something within Kabru, who steadies his hands on Mithrun’s waist without missing a beat. The man is comfortable in this type of dance. His fingers pull Mithrun closer in tandem with the kiss. Mithrun is comfortable, too. Which is not exactly what he’s after.
There is still a void where his desires used to be. To devour is to be devoured.
He pulls away from Kabru, eyes meeting, their breaths are still hot between them. While the moment still lasts, Mithrun hooks his fingers under Kabru’s shirt and nearly tosses him on the bed.
“Strip,” he orders, undoing his own collar. The wide-eyed look he receives is not unwelcome at all.
Wordlessly, Kabru takes his top off, before reaching out to grab Mithrun by the wrist. Guided closer, Mithrun doesn’t protest when Kabru’s skilled hands start undoing his uniform. It’s a lot faster than if he were to do it himself. With palms resting on Kabru’s shoulders, he lets the man’s fingers roam free across his skin. The soft touches turn firmer the less fabric remains.
“You’re cold, Captain.” Kabru remarks.
“More than usual?” Tentatively cupping Kabru’s cheek, Mithrun leads him towards the nook of his neck. “Warm me up, then.”
A kiss blooms on his shoulder, then above, and another above that. Almost on command, temperature rises on the route to Mithrun’s jaw. Then, a bite follows, sending a shiver down his spine. There is no way Kabru hasn’t noticed it, with his hands trailing down Mithrun’s bare back. The only comment he gives is a quiet chuckle against Mithrun’s throat.
Planting kisses as he goes, Kabru kneels to undo Mithrun’s pants. He looks pretty like that, eyes shining in the faint moonlight and face at the height of Mithrun’s navel. His fingers slide into the locks of Kabru’s hair like a tree setting its roots down.
His boots go down first, before Kabru’s calloused fingertips find their way into the hem of Mithrun’s pants. For the first time this night, anxiety stirs in Mithrun’s stomach, as Kabru nuzzles his flaccid cock through the underwear.
“I expect I might be unable to…” Mithrun trails off. No need to spell it out to someone already intimately familiar with his body.
“Yeah, I thought about that too,” Kabru states matter-of-factly. “Do you want to stop if you can’t get it up?”
Mithrun ponders the question for a moment. The conclusion he comes back to doesn’t differ from the one he had an hour earlier..
“No. I don’t care about that.” He grabs Kabru’s chin, angling it to meet his gaze. “Get up.”
Stubborn as he can be, Kabru is good at following instructions when he chooses to. Quick and unceremoniously, Mithrun throws away his last piece of garment. Slender arms extend, pushing Kabru onto the bed. He then leans over to grab Kabru’s pants through the pocket and teleport them off of him.
“Wh- Captain, can’t you warn me before you do that?!” The man nearly squeals. “Or at least let me take my shoes off?!”
“It’s faster this way.” With that, Mithrun pulls on the hem of Kabru’s underwear, teleporting it just above the floor. Kabru nearly jumps off the bed.
“What if you cut my dick off?!”
“I can use healing magic,” Mithrun replies, already pushing Kabru back down onto the mattress with his foot planted in the center of Kabru’s chest.
“That’s not-” Mithrun’s eye wanders too far down Kabru’s abdomen to register anything he might have said later. He knew that tallmen are usually… better endowed than elves. Never had a chance to see the difference for himself. Or experience it, for that matter. Kabru isn’t that much taller than him, and he’s not even fully hard…
There is no way this is going to fit.
Now he gets why half-elves are a thing. Before the dungeon, Mithrun’s had plenty of chances to figure out his personal preferences, and though he enjoyed a good stretch, the sheer girth of this thing will be…
“Are you okay?” Kabru’s voice and a hand on his calf bring Mithrun back to the present. With some semblance of resolve, he looks back up at his face.
“I will need you to stretch me out,” he says, readying a lubrication spell. “Your fingers are thicker than mine.”
With a few blinks, Kabru visibly swallows. It must be a compliment to tallmen, then. Mithrun files that knowledge for later, though he will likely forget it. Seconds later he’s already spreading the lubricant inside his hole and pouring some onto Kabru’s palm. Despite years of unuse, his body accommodates the first two of Mithrun’s fingers rather easily. Still, his movements are stiff and alien. He was never used to it even before the dungeon, after all.
“Captain,” Kabru slowly pushes Mithrun’s leg aside, making his knee dip into the bed, right beside Kabru’s hip. Leaning on his elbows, Kabru spreads the lubricant in his palm and on his fingers. His dry hand guides Mithrun closer. “Let me.”
With a nod, Mithrun climbs above Kabru’s abdomen, legs spread to the sides. For a moment he considers where to put his arms for support, and lands on a somewhat neutral position on Kabru’s shoulders.
The touch at his hole sends another shiver through Mithrun’s entire body. It’s not the lubricant nor the circular movement of Kabru’s fingertips around his entrance. It’s the look that Kabru gives him. Confident. Serious. Grounding. Hungry.
Mithrun lowers himself onto the singular digit, smooth as expected. As soon as it’s deep enough, Kabru curls his finger in a beckoning motion, causing Mithrun to suck a deep breath in. There is warmth down in his stomach, not far from where Kabru is. He exhales, his body sinking onto Kabru’s hand.
“Do you need a break?” Kabru asks. He sounds concerned. The hunger has vanished from his eyes without a trace.
Mithrun sighs.
“Get the second one in already,” he glares, moving his hands onto Kabru’s chest. Idly, he flicks one of his erect nipples. “I’ll let you know when something feels weird.”
Kabru squints, but obliges. The second finger makes his skin rise. Blood rushes up, as Kabru begins to stretch his lightly burning hole. Every few seconds that one place makes Mithrun’s insides quake in a warm wave. Never enough to set him on fire.
His cock is not reacting. Mithrun tries moving together with Kabru’s hand, but the man’s careful enough not to let him rush. If only he stopped playing around and fucked him into oblivion.
“It’s enough,” Mithrun says once the frustration starts to annoy him. He slips off of Kabru’s fingers, another lubrication spell at the ready.
Kabru's eyebrows furrow and in an instant Mithrun knows that he's about to say something stupid. Mithrun grabs his cock and positions it directly below his entrance, Kabru’s unspoken words morphing into a yelp.
"Let's get one thing clear," Mithrun says, his eye trained on Kabru's flushed face. With a deep breath, Mithrun relaxes his muscles. His eye closes. Going off of touch only, he sinks onto the tip of Kabru's length. A quiet sigh escapes his lips. He will have to slow down in the end – there is no way he can take it all at once.
Mithrun finds a comfortable place for a break about halfway in. While his body familiarizes itself with the intrusion, Mithrun leans forward, his face hovering above Kabru’s.
“Tomorrow,” Mithrun’s voice is as low as he can make it with a cock burrowing into his ass. “I want the canaries asking why I can’t walk straight. Do you understand?”
Mithrun searches Kabru’s face for a reaction, his expression every bit as inscrutable as when asked for this tryst.
“I’ll do my best,” Kabru says after a moment, holding his gaze with a strange intensity to it. “But if you overdo it, I’m going to stop. And tell on you to Pattadol.”
Distasteful. Borderline blackmail - not that Mithrun cares whether or not the canaries know he fucked a tallman. Or Kabru, specifically. Scarcely anyone would believe him. Another elf would roll their eyes at the threat.
Instead, Mithrun straightens up, hands running down Kabru’s abdomen. Slowly, he lifts himself up and sinks back down, a new wave of pinpricks spreading across his body with the movement. Sinking deeper each time, he can physically feel blood painting his face red..
“Ah…” His voice breathy, nearly unrecognizable, does not break. Despite Kabru’s coarse hands holding his waist for stability, Mithrun can’t help but go slow, impaling himself deeper, searching for that searing spot. He finds it a few times, but maneuvering is rather difficult when he’s still so tight around Kabru. The man, on the other hand, seems more reserved in his vocalizations. Could he be embarrassed? Kabru? The thought nearly makes Mithrun smile.
It takes several minutes for Mithrun to take in all of it. Once he does, he sits on Kabru’s pelvis for a moment, filled to the brim. He throws his head back, eye closed. It’s hot inside, his body anticipating more, knowing that more can come. Ancient muscle memory, reawakened. He looks down at Kabru, the man motionless like in a trance. And finally, Mithrun begins to bounce.
There is no need to be slow anymore. Even if the cock slides out, it can just be slid back in. Mithrun puts up a frantic tempo, all of his pent up frustration of the evening poured into it. Kabru picks up the pace nearly instantly, like a man in a desert when offered water. Instead of merely angling for the right spot, Mithrun opts to tighten now and then, too. That seems to work just fine, Kabru’s mouth opening in a wordless cry. He covers it with the top of his hand.
“Come on,” Mithrun pants, only slightly out of breath. “It sounds better when you sing.”
Kabru looks up at him, and though his mouth is still covered, he looks scandalized.
“Captain, I’m not going to-” Catching him mid-word, Mithrun manages to get a single ‘Ah’ out of him. “Moan for you- your amusement.”
To mark his point, Mithrun descends on his cock and reaches back to fondle Kabru’s balls. A small smile spreads on Mithrun’s face at the deep groan he draws out of Kabru’s lips.
“You don’t have to hold back,” Mithrun says, stopping for a moment to simply warm Kabru’s cock. “I’d rather you didn’t. Give me all you’ve got.”
Kabru’s conflicted expression relaxes as he digs his fingers so deep into Mithrun’s hips he’s bound to leave bruises. What a wonderful concept.
With unexpected strength, Kabru lifts Mithrun up and pushes in faster and deeper than before. For a split second, Mithrun’s vision shakes. There is blood rushing between his thighs. At the speed rivaling his heartbeat, Kabru rocks into him, rubbing against that spot with rising accuracy, marked with an occasional grunt. Mithrun obliges, riding him like a horse in a gallop. His skin is on fire, muscles finally reacting, limbs waking up from slumber.
As Kabru’s cock hits directly into his prostate, Mithrun throws his head back with a moan. Breathing hard and unable to close his mouth, each hit draws out more sounds. Finally, finally, finally he can give himself up to a new desire.
“Deeper…” He chokes out. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t-” A litany spills from his lips, drawn out and breathless. He’s no longer holding himself up, a spineless doll for Kabru to thrust into. The want is there, the urge is to go on, keep this going as long as possible, to be filled so much that Kabru’s cum drips out of him for days.
Mithrun’s thighs quiver, limbs twitching at the friction inside him. As he leans to the side, hands gripping Kabru’s knees for some semblance of support, he catches a glimpse of his own cock. Hardening at last. There is no need to touch it, no need to haste. The heat that fills him is reflected in Kabru. Despite the darkness, Mithrun can tell how heavy the blush on his face is. He seems pleasantly enthralled. Maybe this can work, maybe he can devour Mithrun whole, maybe he can end the night in pieces.
Searching for another moan, Mithrun runs his hands on Kabru’s chest once more. This time, he plays with his nipples with commitment, rubbing and squeezing as much as he can with his mind so preoccupied.
Kabru’s voice breaks in a throaty sob, and Mithrun can feel his muscles tensing beneath him. His eyebrows furrow.
“I’m close…” He manages, making Mithrun consider putting a gag in his mouth. “Captain, I-”
“Already?” Are all tallmen this easy to get off? Or do they just lack stamina?
Kabru’s surprise nearly breaks his tempo. “What do you mean ‘already’?”
Mithrun’s hand covers his eyes before he can stop it.
“Nevermind. Just… keep going…”
Electing not to trouble himself with this momentary hurdle, Mithrun musters up the strength to bring Kabru closer. Better to have this little break be over with.
Still, it feels good to see the man unravel, to sit on top of him while he struggles to control the tremors. Twitching and out of breath, Kabru pulls out, cum spilling between his legs, strings landing on the sheets and the wooden floor. What a waste.
With a sigh, Mithrun climbs off of Kabru’s sensitive body and lies down next to him. Perhaps he, too, could use a minute to compose himself… No. He worked hard for this erection.
If Kabru notices Mithrun grabbing his hand, he doesn’t show it. At least not until Mithrun leads his palm between his legs. Without looking, Kabru begins to stroke him, not in the least absentmindedly.
“Sorry.” Kabru says softly. “I can get you to finish any way you want.”
“Another round, then.” Mithrun states, preparing a recovery spell.
“Excuse me?” Kabru’s head turns to look him in the eye, so fast his neck should have snapped. A protest and confusion discernible on his face. Still, Mithrun is not going to let him waste more time.
Charge and cast.
Several moments pass before Kabru comes to terms with the spell having reinvigorated his body. Kabru sits cross-legged, an elbow on his knee, holding up his head. He’s hiding his mouth with his palm. Only then does it occur to Mithrun, that he might have never known of this use of healing magic. Kabru sits motionlessly for a few seconds, then slaps his cheeks.
“You really want me to keep fucking you that badly, Captain?” He gives Mithrun a wide-eyed look.
“I don’t get why you’d think this is unusual,” Mithrun says, crawling towards him. Straddling Kabru’s lap, Mithrun puts his lips as close to his ear as he can without touching it. “You said you’d help me with a desire, did you not?” He whispers. “I currently desire to be manhandled. Ruthlessly screwed. Eat me up like you’ve been starving for years.”
Whether the longing is genuine or a delusion, Mithrun does not care. Perhaps with enough conviction he can speak a real desire into existence, whatever that might mean. And it’s not like this is unpleasant, either.
The blush on Kabru’s face darkens. “Since when did you have a tongue like that?”
Mithrun does not reply. Instead, he moves to the head of the bed, and casts another lubrication spell.
“I know I’ve been starving.”
He lays down on his stomach, lifting his ass for Kabru to see. There’s more lube this time, strands dripping down his thighs and stretching between his fingers. It seems to be enough encouragement. The weight of the bed shifts with a creak. Then, at last, Kabru’s hand smears the leftover fluid down the length of Mithrun’s cock, warmth pooling in his stomach again.
“Captain-” Kabru’s voice is strained, begging to be cut off..
“Call me by my name. You’ve got my permission for the night.” Mithrun turns his head just enough to see Kabru’s expression in the corner of his eye.
“Just tonight?” Kabru chuckles.
Mithrun reaches behind, grabbing Kabru by the balls with enough speed to make him yelp. Not where he was aiming, but will do. Telling him to shut up would take more time anyway.
From there, Mithrun can navigate his ass almost enough to slip onto Kabru’s dick himself. A hand on his hip prevents him from doing so, making Mithrun send his most disappointed look Kabru’s way.
“Ca-” Kabru stutters. “Is there something you’d rather I didn’t do to you? Anything?”
Mithrun examines the thought for all of three seconds.
“Nothing comes to mind. Get on with it.” It would be such a shame if either of them went soft from all that waiting.
With a sigh and not much else of a warning, Kabru shoves in all of his length at once. The immediate fullness is surprisingly sweet, a void that escaped Mithrun’s notice filled to the brim. His moan is loud and obscene, and before it ends, Mithrun’s voice hitches, Kabru rocking into him again more forcefully with a quiet grunt.
He’s unsatisfyingly slow, hopefully only to start it off. Mithrun can feel the body heat hovering just above his back, right before Kabru’s nose touches Mithrun’s spine. He nuzzles the spot between his shoulder blades, lips brushing against the cool skin. Unexpectedly, with each languid thrust the warmth pooling between Mithrun’s legs gets heavier, as if he’s still being stretched, just in another way.
“How are you still… so tight…” Kabru whispers between thrusts, his voice vibrating down Mithrun’s core. He does pose a very good question, too.
There is no space to wonder, though, pleasure blooming and swelling inside Mithrun’s mind.
Kabru’s touch is electric, fingertips trailing down Mithrun’s side and onto his chest. His thrusts speed up, with no care for rhythm or strength. As if his plan is to plant himself so deep, he permeates every bit of Mithrun’s body. Said body visibly trembles when Kabru’s tongue licks up his back and neck. It’s soft and warm, and not enough, but Mithrun’s heart is beating so hard it’s rattling his chest.
“Mithrun,” Kabru whispers right into his ear, Mithrun’s skin rising where it meets his breath. His cock twitches, catching him off guard. When Kabru thrusts again, Mithrun’s throat acts on its own, a guttural cry tearing through him as his muscles quiver. It turns into a steady stream of moans that won’t stop, and Kabru’s lips closing around the tip of Mithrun’s ear don’t help, either.
He nearly yelps in surprise at the bite to his earlobe, and though momentary, the pain reverberates through him. Just as Mithrun begins to wonder if that’s the roughest Kabru can get, teeth dig into the side of his neck. He doesn’t hold his whine back in the slightest. When Kabru’s cock finds the spot at last, Mithrun’s breath begins to run out. Another nigh animalistic bite brings out the long awaited scent of blood.
He doesn’t get a chance to express gratitude, with Kabru’s girth pummeling his ass and milking his prostate relentlessly. How gaping his hole will be after is but a fleeting thought. Teeth dragging down his skin, a sharp squeeze of his nipple, Kabru’s hair brushing against his cheek. The pleasure of his mind being overloaded with sensations almost brings tears to his eyes.
Kabru’s thrusts slow down for a rueful moment, and his warmth lifts off Mithrun’s back. For a brief moment, Mithrun gets to wonder if he’s out of steam again. Instead, a hand latches onto Mithrun’s wrist, yanking it back. Nails dig back into Mithrun’s waist. With a force that would threaten to rip a regular man’s shoulder out of socket, Kabru pulls on Mithrun’s arm, returning to pounding him with fervor.
The pain from his neck and shoulders mixes with the burning of his hole, like a delicious spice to a rich meal. Sweat runs down his skin, likely mixed with the blood here and there. He must be looking like a mess. It never mattered to him much. Yet, being messed up by someone else, on his own wish, has a different taste to it.
Barely holding himself up on his elbows, slack jawed and breathing fast, Mithrun sneaks a look back. Tremors shake his whole body as his eye meets Kabru’s. His curls are all over the place; face, arms and abdomen glistening. Determination in his gaze remains unshaken, clouded only by what Mithrun can describe as pure desire. Gratitude only gets to stir in his gut for a moment.
Abruptly letting go of Mithrun’s wrist, Kabru exhales. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and the grin he gives Mithrun goes directly to his cock.
Fingers ball into a fist in Mithrun’s hair, shoving him into the pillow hard. Now it’s even more difficult to catch a breath. Kabru pulls almost his whole length out and descends thoroughly onto that sweet spot, Mithrun’s cry stifled with fabric. Chilly air touches his bruised hip again, as Kabru’s hand closes around Mithrun’s practically untouched dick.
The first gulp of air Mithrun can take is right between thrusts, and Mithrun almost misses the window. Static flows down every part of his body, the friction both inside him and on his cock obscuring signals from everywhere else. Eye open, closed, crying, who knows, head light, high in the upper atmosphere. Jaw slack, tense, teeth locked around his lip, mouth hanging open, drooling, moaning. His body held up by an wild current, reaching out from the tip of his cock - squeezed and sliding, and caressed, and pumped in Kabru’s hand like he owns it. Ass full and empty, and full again.
And for a moment, that hand moves to Mithrun’s pelvis and presses in.
“Mithrun,” Kabru manages, every bit as winded as him. “Can you feel it?”
He can. How could he not? Without a conscious intent, his own hand moves on top of Kabru’s. When he thrusts in, there it is. A bump appears, all of his organs pushed forward. Disappears as soon as it came. Again, with another thrust, and this time Mithrun cries out, feeling Kabru moving both from the inside and out.
Kabru’s fingers return where they belong, around Mithrun’s cock, but Mithrun’s hand remains. No longer choked, every last braincell devotes itself to the feeling. A yearning, unknown and extraordinary. A need threatening to spill any second. Tears obscuring his vision. A fire pulsating each time a cock reaches deep enough to feel it through the skin. Sparks, fluid in Kabru’s slick grasp. He’s leaking, for the first time in time immemorial, he’s…
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Kabru breathes out just behind his head, face burying itself into Mithrun’s hair.
“Yeah,” Is the only word Mithrun can rasp in response. “Don’t… Don’t pull out…”
His voice turns to a cry right after, back pulled into an arch, every tendon in his body going haywire. Kabru’s moan blends in with Mithrun’s as the fingers along his shaft squeeze and rush. With a shaky breath, Kabru comes. He slides out of Mithrun anyway, seed barely pouring where it belongs. Some of it hits the back of Mithrun’s legs. The fact that he even registers that is, in itself, a miracle.
Then come the twitches, and trembling, and quaking, and….
His muscles contract at random, lights dancing under his eyelid. It’s hot, it hurts, it’s all he can think about, how tight and warm Kabru’s hand is, how ecstatic the jolts spreading from under his fingers. He ruts in with wild abandon, all of his focus compacted in his cock. A terrifying thought crosses his mind, that it might be for naught, that maybe he won’t come. His brain is shut down by Kabru’s kiss on the side of his neck.
Mithrun comes in waves, sighing quietly through it. Kabru slows his pumping, stroking up and twisting his grip, squeezing all of his cum out of the shaking body.
Motionless for a moment, they both try to even out their breathing. Kabru’s head leans against Mithrun’s, and he can swear that his hair was kissed. The man runs his palm down Mithrun’s thigh, cum smearing across the expanse of his skin. He’s spent again despite the spell, and Mithrun starts suspecting that the low stamina might in fact be unique to Kabru.
Letting out a deep sigh, he collapses next to Mithrun.
They catch their breath at a different rate, Mithrun’s calming down so much faster. The heat subsides, leaving him emptier than he wishes to admit. Thirstier. Now that he felt it, how could he not want more? Now that his body begins to remember?
“Kabru,” he speaks, his voice steady. The man turns his face to him, cheeks still flushed. Mithrun waits for a few beats of his heart, and continues.
“One more time,” he requests, Kabru immediately giving him a look of sheer terror.
“Are you kidding me?” His throat fatigued, the words come out scratchy and dry. “You’re going to collapse.”
“I’m not,” Mithrun says, his hand ready to cast the spell again. “Besides, I can heal myself as much.”
“You’ve been cutting meat all day, you’ll get mana sickness if you keep using magic,” Kabru lifts himself up on his elbow, and Mithrun suspects him capable of physically stopping him from casting.
“You made me take breaks.” Convincing him will be the easiest route. “I strongly believe I will be fine.”
Kabru’s expression is likely that of complete disbelief. Still, he doesn't voice a complaint.
“Make me sore all over,” Mithrun demands. “Satisfy me enough and I won’t go looking for another fuck tomorrow.”
Kabru’s eyes nearly jump out of the sockets. He sits up so fast the bed creaks beneath him.
“You wouldn’t!” Mithrun can practically see the calculations running in his mind. A minute of intense thinking later, Kabru covers his mouth with his hand. “Shit. You would, wouldn’t you?” He looks down, mortified. “It’s a good sign that you want something that badly, but you really need to be aware of the limits of your body…”
“You know them pretty well,” Mithrun points out. That seems to do it. Kabru’s hand slides up over his eyes, as he throws his head back. He takes a very, very deep breath.
“Fine,” he groans. “Fine, but afterwards I’m making you take a bath and sleep.”
Mithrun nods, gently pulling Kabru’s arm away. He climbs into his lap once more, fingers trailing along the lines of bones and muscles of Kabru’s abdomen. The man shivers at the touch, but does not pull away. Instead, his hand cups Mithrun’s cheek.
“You’re unbelievable.”
Sensing he might have something else to say, Mithrun silences him with a short kiss. As soon as he pulls away, he casts the recovery spell.
With his heaviest sigh yet, Kabru throws Mithrun onto the mattress, towering over him.
“Once I come, keep going,” Mithrun requests, arms enveloping Kabru’s neck, pulling him so close their noses almost touch. “I want you to spill inside me.”
He drags Kabru down into a kiss so hard their teeth clack. It’s hungry and needy, desperate in a way Mithrun did not think himself capable of. His legs wrap tight around Kabru’s waist, body close and inviting. Before the flame inside him goes out.
This time when Kabru enters him, it’s like Mithrun’s tailored to fit. His flesh reacts, real and material for the first time in decades. The concept of right and wrong spots erased, every single nerve ending struck by lightning at once. Its echoes return with the drag, dulled by a warm, quickened breath against Mithrun’s sore shoulder.
It’s natural, the way his body bends, knees lifted by Kabru’s hands hooked under them. Legs pulled up next to Mithrun’s head. The way Kabru’s muscles work him. How a thin moonlit corona graces his hair, locks of it stuck to his forehead. What luck it is that Mithrun had always taken his darksight for granted. Were it not for his arrogance as a dungeon master, it too would have been devoured. A view this pleasant was meant to be stolen.
Would he have been jealous of him, had his jealousy still been there? Would he want Kabru’s blue eyes for himself, his height, his posture, his arms and legs, and chest, and voice, and taste? He does, it occurs to him. But there is no envy in it.
His breath runs low fast, moans distant and quiet. Fingers unlatch themselves from around a sheet tightly squeezed, and ghost up Kabru’s weight-bearing arm. A touch settles on Kabru’s cheek. His face turns slightly to meet Mithrun’s palm with a chaste kiss.
“Look at me,” Mithrun asks, breathless. His dry tongue moves on its own. “Keep your eyes on me.”
Kabru exhales in a voiceless chuckle.
“I’ve been doing it,” he wets his mouth. “The entire time.”
He leans down, Mithrun’s lips opening in a squeaky whine, gasping for air. Earlier, whenever Kabru shoved himself this deep, Mithrun could take it without having the wind knocked out of him. There is no time to inspect that. The next few thrusts successfully erase any semblance of coherent thought.
“How could I look away,” Kabru sighs by the side of Mithrun’s face. “When you’re this beautiful.”
Mithrun’s throat croaks in its best approximation of laughter.
“Should’ve seen me…” his words morph into a mewl, Mithrun continuing without a breath to spare. “Forty years ago.”
Kabru snorts, then bites at Mithrun’s ear with all of the gentleness of a starving animal. He lifts himself up, looking into Mithrun’s eye with what the elf can only describe as fondness.
“I’m saying you’re beautiful now,” the warmth pooling in Mithrun’s belly ignites with a fire of otherworldly size. “I don’t care how you’ve looked before.”
Cognition now fully disconnected from the nervous system, he tightens around Kabru’s cock so hard the man groans. How his lungs are still filling up, he doesn’t know. All bodily functions automatic, outside of comprehension, observed from outside. He can only register his own cock rubbing against Kabru’s stomach. His hips are still pushing up, meeting every thrust in earnest, the impetus collapsing exactly where the sparkles are brightest.
It’s close, whatever it is he’s yearning for. So close he can feel it at his fingertips. There’s a puzzle piece missing, the last bit of rope to pull taut. A delirious mind encroaches upon the idea and latches onto it with obsessive force.
“Choke me,” he exhales, reaching out for Kabru’s arm. “Just until I…”
Two hands close around his throat instantly, pressure mounting on the sides of his neck. Kabru is trying not to put too much weight on him, which Mithrun is somewhat conflicted on.
“I’m only going to… cut off your blood flow,” he sighs.
It’s still significantly harder to breathe with his fingers wrapped around Mithrun’s neck. His mind is woozy - already was to begin with. There will be bruises under his high collar. The thought dissolves.
Searching for anything solid to hold onto, Mithrun’s nails bury themselves in Kabru’s back. That gaze is doing something to him, and it goes directly to his cock. It’s brimming, threatening to overflow as Mithrun’s blood boils down every vessel…
“Ah-” He spills without warning, body twitching and shaking, voice louder than he thought it could be at this point. The eye rolls back, chasing the stars and comets in his vision. A dam broken, everything that can, spills out - tears, moans, cum, saliva, whatever else he could muster. His nails pierce Kabru’s skin, sticky blood and sweat smearing under Mithrun’s fingers, as he drags them down. The spine curls with a conscious effort, adamant on escaping the pain, moving away from where the most intense pain and pleasure come from.
Thankfully, Kabru does not let go. Gripping Mithrun’s waist, he obediently, fucks him through it - every spasm rewarded with hips harshly rocked against Mithrun’s ass. It hurts, it hurts but that’s just the thing. Slowly, he goes limp, Kabru’s firm hold being the only thing grounding him in reality. It takes a few moments before he realizes that Kabru has slowed down for him.
He lifts up Mithrun’s calf, and straightens up to kiss the side of it. Kabru’s other hand runs down Mithrun’s abdomen, down to the navel. Soothing fingers envelop Mithrun’s nearly completely spent cock, a thumb running up and down the side, exposing the head so painfully slowly. Mithrun could not stop himself from twitching if he tried.
There are a few more drops to squeeze out, as it turns out. Stupefied, Mithrun can only watch. It makes it more obscene, somehow. He glances up. Kabru’s smile seems to carry a certain satisfaction, the man’s eyes transfixed on Mithrun’s face.
A choked moan escapes Kabru’s lips when he comes, finally filling Mithrun to the brim. Breath hitching each time he trembles, Kabru thrusts with all of his strength, hot seed pumping deep into Mithrun. His insides swell with cum, and for a second, he’s satisfied. This is how he’s supposed to be. Exhausted, aching, pleasantly fucked out of his mind.
The bliss and the semen dripping from his ass help with the gaping emptiness left when Kabru pulls out. He collapses on top of Mithrun, Mithrun’s cum spreading between their stomachs. The touch of Kabru’s skin is worth it.
A few minutes pass before they’re able to move again, as marked by Kabru sliding off to Mithrun’s side. He seems to be assessing the damage, which Mithrun honestly can’t blame him for. As his mind returns to sanity, Mithrun steadily regains the ability to analyze..
“You were way too gentle,” Mithrun breaks the silence, his voice still somewhat strained. “And I never thought I’m this into huge cocks.”
In the corner of his eye, Kabru’s subsided blush returns to its full glory.
“Thank you, but I’m regular,” he jabs his finger into Mithrun’s arm. “And you know that. When you asked me to fuck you, back at the bathouse, you saw other tallmen naked.”
“I’m not the sort of pervert that would just look at other people's crotches.”
Kabru lets out an exasperated sigh, massaging his eyebrows. Rather than reply, he sits up and stretches, bones audibly cracking into place.
“Alright,” he climbs above Mithrun and off the bed. “Time to clean up and draw you a bath.”
Before he steps away, Mithrun manages to muster up enough strength to grab his hand.
“Wait.” He looks up as Kabru turns back to face him. “Can we stay here a little longer?”
Kabru’s expression melts into a smile.
“Fine,” he says, sitting back down on the edge of the mattress. He leans down to plant a kiss on Mithrun’s forehead. “Just a little longer.”