The orc leaned down slightly toward his face, but Taegan turned away quickly—he clasped his hand over Zorvut’s, though, maintaining the contact on his skin even as he turned away. He could feel his cheeks burning red-hot, desire still coursing through him in spite of the confusion his reaction elicited from Zorvut.
“Will you join me for a bath?” he asked, unable to meet Zorvut’s gaze. He wondered if the orc could feel his heart pounding in his chest from this close, if his conflicting feelings were as obvious to him as they felt.
“Yes,” Zorvut said softly after just a beat of hesitation, and allowed himself to be led by the hand back out onto the field and toward the castle.
When they reached their quarters, Aerik was waiting outside, sitting in his usual spot. He stood to greet them, but Taegan waved him away quickly.
“Leave us,” he said, and wordlessly Aerik nodded and walked down the spiral staircase. They entered the room and Taegan locked the door behind them. A warm bath had already been drawn for them, as he typically enjoyed a bath after spending time at the archery range. His bathroom was lavish, with a deep pool built into the stone floor, so there would be plenty of room for the both of them.
Taegan hesitated, first looking at the bath, then glancing back at Zorvut, who was standing in the doorway, seemingly waiting to follow Taegan’s lead. He took in a long, steadying breath, and started to undress, his back to Zorvut. His shirt was tossed unceremoniously to the corner, and he peeled down his breeches and kicked them off in the same direction. Then, forcing himself to keep his breathing slow and even, he turned to face his husband.
Zorvut’s gaze was trained on him hungrily, and the heat of arousal coursing between them quickly brought Taegan’s already-aching cock to full attention. As Zorvut moved closer to him, he took a step back, the warm water splashing around his ankles as he stepped in.
“Join me?” he said, and watched as Zorvut began to undress. The fine maroon tunic was unlaced quickly and pulled over his head, but he glanced back at Taegan as his fingers hovered over the button of his pants. Taegan pushed the thought of their first night together out of his mind, and instead raised a quizzical eyebrow. At that, Zorvut smirked faintly, and removed his pants as well. His arousal had already been apparent under his clothes, but the sight of it still made Taegan’s heart skip a beat—he tamped down the burgeoning nervousness it elicited in him, and instead held out his hand to lead Zorvut into the bath.
Their eyes met as they entered the water, comfortably warm and lightly scented. Flickering candlelight glinted off the surface of it as they moved, and it struck Taegan that there was something decidedly romantic about the moment. As if sharing his thoughts, Zorvut released his hand and took him into his arms.
The strength and heat of his embrace made Taegan squeeze his eyes shut, his heart pounding—even through the arousal he felt a similar uncertainty coming from Zorvut, so he raised his arms in turn and wrapped them as far around Zorvut’s torso as he could reach. They each took in a few long, slow breaths, and he could feel more than hear Zorvut faintly murmur, “Show me what you want. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Taegan pulled back slightly so he could look at Zorvut’s face. There was an earnest determination to his gaze that had not been there the night they had met. He pulled his arms away, instead placing his hands over Zorvut’s and guiding them along his body, sliding from his ribs up his chest and shoulders. Letting his hands fall away, he closed his eyes as Zorvut touched him, lightly smoothing his hands up his shoulders and neck, then trailing back down, gingerly brushing over his nipples, abs, and hips. His body burned with heat in the wake of his touch, and he could feel himself dripping with arousal. Zorvut’s hands moved away, and there was a slight splash—he laughed, opening his eyes, as Zorvut began to rinse him off.
Taegan reached over to retrieve a soft cloth and soap, and carefully they washed each other. The intimacy of it fueled his desire nearly as much as the thick muscle under his fingers as Taegan ran his hands over Zorvut’s body. He hesitated as his fingers trailed down Zorvut’s defined abs—he could feel his muscles tense under his touch, and somehow the hitch in Zorvut’s breath gave him enough courage to move his hand lower down and touch the massive cock with one long, slow stroke. A low, soft noise rumbled through Zorvut’s chest—and he couldfeelthe pleasure course through the bond, as recognizably as if it were his own cock being stroked.
He had not expected that. Zorvut’s eyes opened—he had not realized they were closed—and met his gaze.
“The bed might be more comfortable,” he found himself saying breathlessly, and Zorvut nodded. In one swift movement, Taegan realized Zorvut had picked him up and was carrying him, and the sound escaping him was a whimper, helpless and needy. The display of strength went straight to his cock, his arousal unbearable with the flood of desire pouring from the bond.
Zorvut carried him to the bed effortlessly, then paused as if thinking. Taegan opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Zorvut was shifting him, easily lifting him higher so his legs straddled the orc’s massive shoulders, his arms curling around his back.
“What are you—?” Taegan started to ask, only to trail off wordlessly as Zorvut pulled him close and took his cock into his mouth. There was a flash of fear as he felt Zorvut’s tusks press against his hips, but it was quickly forgotten—his mouth was hot and wet and Zorvut sucked him greedily, and the pleasure that coursed through his body echoed through the bond as they both felt the same sensation. He felt the orc groan around his cock, and the feedback loop of pleasure was so intense he could barely stop himself from coming right then.
“Wait—ahh!” he gasped, clutching desperately at Zorvut’s hair, one arm wrapping around the orc’s neck. The pleasure wracking his body was unlike anything he had ever felt before, like an electric current coursing through both of them and amplifying each sensation to dizzying heights.
“Come,” he felt Zorvut’s muffled growl around him, his tongue moving insistently against the head of his cock, and that was all it took. Taegan stifled a cry as he came hard, feeling Zorvut groan in satisfaction around his cock as he drank each spurt, his hips thrusting of their own accord into his mouth. For a moment, all he could see were stars.
When he could see again, gasping and panting, Zorvut was sitting on the bed and had lowered him to sit in his lap, watching him carefully. There was desire flashing in his golden eyes, but it seemed carefully tempered as Zorvut held him.
“I want to be inside you,” he said, his voice a low rumble echoing deep in his chest. Wordlessly, Taegan nodded, already feeling how slick he was with arousal. Whatever fear still lingered in his chest was far overpowered with lust, with a burning need to be fucked by his massive cock.
But even with his permission, Zorvut was still careful and slow. He leaned back, pulling Taegan with him, so that he lounged on the bed and Taegan straddled his waist, letting his hands trail down Taegan’s sides first, then taking firm handfuls of his ass. Spreading him apart, he gingerly pressed a finger against Taegan’s aching hole—it slid in effortlessly, eliciting a soft moan from each of them.
“It’s true, then,” Zorvut murmured as he quickly added a second finger, Taegan squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure. “What they say about elves. Gods, you’re wet.”
“What do they say about elves?” Taegan asked breathlessly, rocking his hips against Zorvut’s hand, his free hand bracing against his hip. He knew, but he wanted to hear Zorvut say it.
“They say elf assholes are just as tight and wet as elf pussies,” the orc said, meeting Taegan’s gaze hungrily. His cock twitched with renewed interest at the filthy words, already hard again and aching for more. “Fuck, I can’t believe how wet you are.” Taegan gasped as a third finger worked inside him, stretching him wide, knowing his cock would stretch him wider still.
“Fuck me, then,” Taegan urged him, unable to bear the thought of waiting any longer. Zorvut shook his head, his fingers still moving insistently inside him. “Please,” he whined, and he could feel Zorvut’s cock twitch where it was pressed against his belly. This seemed to be all the convincing he needed, as Zorvut pulled his hand away, Taegan keening at the sudden emptiness inside him. But it was soon replaced with the pressure of the head of Zorvut’s cock pressing against his entrance, coated in his slick.
“You move,” Zorvut said, the same hesitance creeping through the bond again underneath the feedback loop of pleasure. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Taegan nodded, and slowly lowered himself onto his cock. He sucked in a sharp breath, already feeling the burning stretch of its girth, bigger than anything he’d taken before. Zorvut groaned, feeling his pain even as Taegan felt his pleasure. Taegan took a steadying breath, and pushed down a bit further, taking in the whole head. Zorvut pulled one hand away from Taegan’s hips and began to stroke his cock, murmuring in encouragement. Pleasure coursed through him, drowning out the discomfort, and Taegan pushed down a little further each time he thrust into Zorvut’s hand. Soon he had half the cock inside him, unbearably full yet desperate for more.
Their movements were slow and careful, Zorvut remaining perfectly still as Taegan rocked back and forth against him, yet even so it felt like only a moment before the familiar pressure welling up in Taegan’s belly was pushing him to the brink. He tried to speak, but the orgasm was already pulsing through him, and all that escaped him was a wordless moan. His body clenched hard around Zorvut, who groaned and finally moved his own hips, fucking him through his orgasm and making him cry out in ecstasy.
In a few quick thrusts, Zorvut was coming inside him—he could feel the hot pulse filling him, then his cock pulled out, a gush of liquid spilling out of him as it did. He gasped at the sudden emptiness, then at the hot stripes of come shooting across his torso, streaking his chin and throat and fully coating his belly. Much as he yearned to feel the warm, sticky fluid inside him, there was something erotic about the orc coming on his body, marking him. Claiming him.
For a long moment, they remained motionless, panting and catching their breath in the afterglow of their consummation. Taegan watched Zorvut’s face as the pleasure washing through them slowly receded through the bond, settling into a comfortable tingle. The orc’s eyes slid open and met his gaze. An unexpected sense of accomplishment welled up in him, and a slight grin played at his lips which Zorvut hesitantly returned.
Straightening his back, he swung a leg over Zorvut’s waist and slid off the bed, standing shakily. He was covered in sweat and come and slick—a much smaller puddle of his own come was splattered across Zorvut’s abs. There was some definite soreness as he stood, but not as much as he might have expected. Zorvut watched him carefully, as if worried he might collapse, but Taegan met his gaze evenly and held out his hand.
