Zorvut’s lips slowly twitched into a faint smile, and he nodded in agreement. Taegan glanced back over at Tom, who was watching them with an expression of surprise that he quickly masked when their eyes met. “I understand the mating customs of elves can be seen as unusual by humans, but I hope you can look past that to see that we are indeed happy together.”
Tom raised a placating hand hastily with a shake of his head. “No, of course. That’s not it at all—I mean, who am I to judge? I’ve known a handful of elves in my day, and I have some understanding of your customs. Really, I’m glad that you’re happy.” He looked over at Zorvut and smiled—it seemed forced at first, but melded into a more genuine expression as he spoke. “The way I see it, being able to marry for love is always superior to a political marriage, but if you’re able to have both, that seems like the best-case scenario. It’s a relief to hear that, really. I was just surprised, is all.”
“We are very happy,” Zorvut said slowly, nodding as he glanced between the two. “Clearly, Taegan is the more eloquent one between us, but I agree with everything he said.”
“Well, then,” Tom said with a chuckle, and he raised his tankard. “To love?”
“To love,” they agreed, and raised their glasses as well before drinking deeply.
“That went very well,” Zorvut said with a sigh as they were in their room later that night. He had bathed and changed, sitting on the edge of the bed as Taegan sat at the writing desk, reading a book next to the flickering lantern he set up when the sun had set.
“What, your lesson? Or convincing him that you’re not in a loveless marriage?” he replied dryly, though a grin played at his lips as he said it.
“Both,” Zorvut replied, and he stood, stepping closer to Taegan. “You know, I wanted to thank you for, well, saving the day back there.”
“Is that so?” he replied, raising his eyebrow. But his confident teasing faded quickly when Zorvut knelt down in front of him, grabbing the chair and pulling him toward his chest. “Wait, wait—I thought you didn’t want to?” he hissed, glancing nervously at the closed door. He had no idea how much sound the simple wooden door might block.
“Now I do,” he replied with a low growl. “I love to see you take charge like that. It’s okay. You just have to be quiet, alright?” He unlaced Taegan’s breeches as he spoke, and his hard cock springing free betrayed his protests.
“Wait—ahh!” he started, but trailed off with a gasp as Zorvut took his cock into his mouth, sucking him down to the base in one quick movement. Taegan pressed a hand to his lips, biting back a whimper of pleasure as the warm suction enveloped him. His other hand reached down to grasp one of Zorvut’s tusks, pushing against him fruitlessly. He would not have been able to push the half-orc off him even if he had truly wanted to. He felt more than heard Zorvut chuckle around him at the weak effort, vibrating through his cock and forcing him to stifle another moan.
“Zorvut,” he whispered, his eyes squeezing shut. “You—I—”
Quiet, he heard through the bond, and the word was so clear, so commanding, that he could not help but obey. He nodded silently, his eyes fluttering open to watch the half-orc suck his cock. The hand that had grabbed Zorvut’s tusk moved to run his fingers through his hair; though it had grown a tiny bit in their time on the road, there wasn’t enough to grab onto anymore. But Zorvut made a soft noise of appreciation, eliciting another muted whimper from Taegan.
It was so much harder to remain quiet than he had thought it would be—he was so used to being able to voice his pleasure without concern as the walls of the castle kept their noise contained, but the struggle of it and the danger of being overheard, of being caught still at the forefront of his thoughts, only turned him on more. Much as he would prefer Zorvut’s hard cock filling him to the brim, this was a close second, his length surrounded by hot, wet pressure and Zorvut’s tongue moving against the sensitive spot on the underside of his cock, sending wave upon wave of ecstasy through him. He thrust his hips weakly in time with the half-orc’s head bobbing up and down, and the increased friction drove him to the brink. He clenched his hand harder in Zorvut’s hair, holding his head in place as he came, his other hand still pressed hard to his mouth to stifle a moan. The half-orc sucked him through it, greedily squeezing out every last drop of come and drinking it down.
Taegan remained there, struggling to catch his breath with his eyes closed for a long moment. When he finally was able to open them, Zorvut had released him and was grinning up at him smugly.
“Now you,” Taegan said, pushing his chair back to stand.
“Me?” Zorvut asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Don’t be coy,” Taegan said, glancing down at the hard bulge in Zorvut’s own breeches. “You’ll have to be quiet, too.”
Zorvut laughed, shaking his head, but Taegan could feel his interest was piqued. The half-orc allowed himself to be led to the bed, laying down and lifting his hands to run his fingers through Taegan’s hair as the smaller man crawled into the space between his spread legs. “I’ll be quiet.”
“Good,” Taegan said, and pulled down the half-orc’s trousers. There was no way he could get Zorvut’s massive cock all the way into his mouth the way he had done with his own, but it certainly wouldn’t stop him from trying.
With his mouth open wide, he was able to get the head of his cock past his lips, swirling his tongue around the thick member. Zorvut made a soft noise of appreciation, then seemed to catch himself, closing his eyes in concentration. If Taegan could smirk with his mouth so full he would have. Instead, he sucked as hard as he could, filling his mouth with as much of the cock as he could hold, both of his hands working up and down the rest of his shaft.
Zorvut’s breathing was harsh despite the lack of tension in his expression, his eyes closed and his hands held firmly at his sides when he glanced up at him. If it were not for the pleasure arcing through the bond with each slight bob of his head, he might guess that Zorvut was meditating. There was an eroticism to his silence but the thought of being able to force a sound of pleasure from him despite his disciplined self-control made his own cock twitch in interest again. He gripped a little harder with his hands, feeling along the thick vein running up the underside of his cock, hollowing his cheeks with constant suction. One hand trailed down a little further to cup and squeeze his balls, eliciting a slight gasp and a hitch of his breath. Almost, but not quite.
Taegan could feel his cock hardening, feel himself wet with slick. He thought of Zorvut fucking him, the cock that was too big to fit in his mouth filling his hole perfectly, and tried to push the thought toward Zorvut as he sucked, letting his teeth brush lightly against the sensitive skin.
“Taegan,” was all Zorvut said, his voice low and restrained as his head tipped back with his eyes still closed. He felt his balls tighten against his hands and his mouth was flooded with come, thick and hot. He swallowed hard, drinking down as much as he could, but still it spilled from between his taut lips, leaking down his chin. As the hot liquid filled his mouth and belly, he couldn’t stifle the faint moan that escaped him. When he finally pulled away, he was still dripping with it, and Zorvut’s eyes had opened to watch him.
“Gods,” Zorvut groaned, barely above a whisper as one hand lifted to stick a finger in Taegan’s mouth, eliciting another whimper from him as his mouth was pulled open, smearing his face with come. Their eyes met and the heat between their gaze felt palpable. Zorvut hauled him up into his lap and kissed him hard; Taegan moaned as the half-orc’s tongue invaded his mouth, exploring every inch of where his cock had been and tasting the same saltiness he had given him.
When they finally pulled away, he could not ignore the wet spot of precome where his cock was straining against his loosely laced breeches—and neither could Zorvut, as he was pushing down his trousers again and started to stroke his over-stimulated member.
“Fuck,” Taegan breathed, biting back a cry as Zorvut’s other hand found his slick hole and fingered him.
“My spoiled prince,” Zorvut whispered, stroking him hard and fast. “Always getting to come twice. You’re going to come again for me, aren’t you?” Taegan’s hands clenched into fists against Zorvut’s shirt, the fabric bunched up between his fingers in his struggle to stay quiet. Zorvut’s words and rough hands sent him over the edge again, far too easily. He could only produce a few weak spurts of come that spilled onto Zorvut’s shirt, but pleasure crashed through him in waves just the same, arcing from the stimulation to his cock to clench around Zorvut’s fingers inside him.
It took a long moment for him to catch his breath, his cock still in the half-orc’s grasp. He hissed when Zorvut finally pulled away, releasing his softening cock and pulling out of his hole with a slick sound.
“My love,” Zorvut said softly as he leaned back with a self-satisfied smile. “I don’t know if we should keep doing this. I don’t think I can be that quiet every time.”
