“Well, at least we’ll have something to pass the time now,” Taegan replied with a grin of his own. He eyed Zorvut up and down, his eyes lingering at the half-orc’s groin. “Well, two things, maybe.”
Zorvut laughed again. “You’re insatiable,” he said, but the heat he felt through the bond was unmistakable. It would be several hours before they made camp for the night, but Taegan made a mental note to be sure they were well off the trail when they did.
Soon, they broke off from the main road and made their way up a winding mountain passage that would let out on the other side of the border into Autreth. It was slow going over the old, rarely used road, with the path often narrowing suddenly or curving into steep switchbacks. Graksh’t in particular had a hard time with the steeper paths, and Zorvut would often have to dismount and lead the horse if the trail became too narrow.
Here, it was far more desolate and remote, and they did not see anyone traveling the same road the entire time they traversed the mountain. On the second night, they camped alongside the trail on a relatively flat stretch of land, and roasted a rabbit Taegan had shot through some underbrush earlier in the afternoon.
“So what is it that you’re hoping this Tomlin Whitmore can teach you?” Taegan asked as they sat around the fire after their meal. Zorvut glanced at him with a raised eyebrow, the light of the fire flickering across his face.
“I told you, to teach me to use magic,” he replied.
“Well, yes, but what exactly are you expecting to learn? If he’s a bard, do you think he could show you anything helpful for fighting?” Taegan asked. Zorvut paused, seeming to ponder the question for a long moment before answering.
“It would be great if I could learn something I could apply to combat,” he said slowly, considering his words. “But if I could even understand how to control it better—how to conjure more than just a handful of fire—just that would help. And maybe I could figure out more on my own from there. As it is, I don’t even have the basics down, really. So anything beyond that would be a step up.”
“And if he can’t teach you? Or refuses to?” Taegan pressed, leaning closer to the half-orc.
“Then I have met the man who is actually my father, if nothing else,” Zorvut replied, sighing. A tinge of exasperation came through the bond as he said it. “I understand you have your qualms about this, and in all honesty, they are justified. But I need to know for sure.”
“I know,” Taegan said, more quietly this time. “I mean, we’ve already come this far. I’m not going to make us turn back now.”
Zorvut gave him a chagrined smile. “I know,” he agreed, reaching over to pat his knee. “Thank you for supporting me in this. I know it was not your first choice.”
“You are my husband,” Taegan replied. “I made a vow to support you, and I intend to keep it.”
An intimate, warm fondness bubbled up between them as he said it, and Zorvut pulled him closer, leaving his arm around Taegan, though he said nothing in response. Taegan leaned into him and looked up at the stars, searching for familiar constellations.
“We should try that thing you mentioned,” Zorvut said after a few moments of comfortable silence. “Testing the limits of the bond, how far it can go. I think this is a safer place for it.”
“Tomorrow,” Taegan replied, pressing his head against Zorvut’s shoulder. “I want to be near you for tonight.”
“Tomorrow, then,” Zorvut agreed, and kissed him.
Being intimate on the road had proven to be somewhat messier than Taegan liked, but he could not help the desire that stirred in him at the affection. He could feel Zorvut grin against him, feeling his arousal, and pulled away.
“I told you you’re insatiable,” he murmured, pulling Taegan into his lap before he could protest.
“It’s not my fault,” Taegan protested, grinding against the thick bulge of the half-orc’s erection. “You’reirresistible.” He whined as Zorvut’s hands slipped under his shirt, brushing across his abs and nipples as he yanked the garment off of him. “And you’re not exactly complaining.”
“No, not exactly,” he replied, his voice a familiar low rumble that betrayed his own desire. “Take those off.”
Taegan quickly obliged, shifting his weight to pull off his breeches, freeing his cock that was already rock-hard. Zorvut wrapped his hand around it, making him hiss at the sudden friction.
“No,” he whimpered, even as his eyelids fluttered in pleasure. “No, I want...”
“Tell me what you want,” Zorvut growled, still stroking him.
“I want you to fuck me,” he said. His hands reached for Zorvut’s pants, fumbling with the laces fruitlessly. “I need you inside me.”
“Stand up,” Zorvut said gruffly, his voice vibrating through his chest. Taegan nodded, standing up to watch as Zorvut unlaced his breeches and peeled them off. His huge, beautiful cock sprang free, the tip brushing against the half-orc’s abs and leaving a glistening smear of precome in its path. “Turn around.”
Taegan hesitated at that, then obeyed. Immediately he felt Zorvut’s hands grasp him by the waist, pulling him back onto his lap, but this time with his back pressed against Zorvut’s chest. One arm wrapped around him, holding him tightly, and the other was under him, spreading his ass apart and pressing a finger into his wet hole. He groaned, trying to press down and fill himself with it, but Zorvut held him firmly in place, slowly and gently working him open despite his protests for more.
“Always so eager to get right to it,” he murmured as Taegan wriggled against him. “There is pleasure in this, too, you know.”
“I know,” Taegan said, biting his lip. “Of course I know. I just... I want to...” He trailed off, unable to put into words the way that Zorvut stretched and filled him to bursting utterly consumed him. There was no sensation like it and was now inextricably linked with any feeling of desire he had. Zorvut made a soft, rumbling sound of recognition, sensing his wordless feelings, though Taegan had no idea how much of it he understood.
“My spoiled little prince,” he murmured, spreading him open with two fingers. “I think you’re ready for me now.”
