Chapter Ten
Thenextdaywasidleincomparison.FlorianknewthattheywouldneedtogobacktotheWinterCourtwiththeArrowthey’dretrieved;andfromtheretheywouldplanhowtofindthewitchandgettoher—butKadeseemedtosensehisreluctance,anddidn’tmentionanyofit.Instead,theywentabouttheirmorningthesameasanyother,spendingtheirtimeleisurelyinthewolfkingdom.
They stayed in bed for most of the morning, only leaving in the early afternoon, finding most of the family already out of the house. It almost felt like they were young and sneaking around: Kade seemed to play along, peeking around the corner to see if anyone was in the kitchen, before ushering Florian in. They quickly put together two plates piled high with food and took them back up to their room. He even managed a laugh when Kade closed the door behind him with his foot, balancing both full plates precariously as he did.
“How are you feeling now?” Kade asked after they’d eaten and snuck their dishes back down. They were sitting cross-legged on the floor with their backs up to the bed, and he was looking down at Florian with a carefully neutral expression.
Florian paused before answering. If he dwelled on his thoughts too long, he started to get that familiar unsettled feeling in his stomach—his breathing coming quicker, and his heart beating faster. But if he could focus on something else...
“I’m okay,” he said, his voice smaller than he meant it. “I’m okay now. I mean, if I don’t have to think about it too much. You know?”
“Yeah,” Kade murmured, nodding. Cautiously, he wrapped one arm around Florian, as if afraid he might pull away. Instead, he leaned closer to Kade. “I understand.”
“Thanks for all this,” Florian said, gesturing around the room. “This helps.”
Kade didn’t answer, only leaned over to kiss his forehead, making him flush. Every time Kade was so gentle and careful with him, it somehow still took him by surprise.
“Maybe we could do more stuff to keep me distracted,” he murmured, tilting his head to catch Kade’s lips against his own. He felt the other man smirk against him, pulling him a little closer.
“I want to...” Kade started, then trailed off, pulling away a bit to look down at Florian. He looked flustered, almost embarrassed; and Florian blinked up at him in uncertain surprise. “I... Okay. Can I ask you something?”
Florian laughed, more nervous than anything else. “Uh, sure?”
“Well, I do want to, but I’m still sore from yesterday so I don’t think I can... I mean. So instead, um—will you... fuck. Will you fuck me?” Kade stammered out, unable to meet his gaze. For a moment they were both silent, until finally Florian managed to shake himself into answering.
“Like actually fuck you?” he asked.
“Well, yeah,” Kade answered, color rising in his face. “I mean, you know, you always, um. It looks like it, uh. Feels... good. So...”
“Okay,” Florian said, nodding and standing quickly. It wasn’t something he had given much thought before, but now that Kade had said it—had spoken it into existence—it quickly became an urgent desire. “Right now?”
Kade laughed, obviously nervous, but he stood alongside Florian. “Sure.”
Florian pulled his pants down, making Kade laugh again, only to nervously look back over at him. “This is so weird,” he said. “I don’t know what it should look like? Like how big, do you think? Kinda small, probably? Right?”
Kade eyed him, clearly sensing his indecision, and agreed, “Yeah, maybe not too big to start.”
“I’m already nervous,” Florian groaned, but he squeezed his eyes shut and thought about Kade’s dick: the size and shape of it, envisioning a smaller version of it, as magic pulsed along his skin. It was distinctly uncomfortable, as the skin between his legs stretched and morphed, and his stomach ached with what must have been his insides rearranging. But when he opened his eyes again, a soft cock hung between his legs; and he shifted uncomfortably with the utterly foreign weight of his balls. He adjusted his legs to stand a little further apart, sucking in a sharp breath at the strange movement.
“Wow,” he murmured, looking down at himself. It didn’t feel quite like a part of his body, but it wasn’t unpleasant either.
“I want to do this first,” Kade murmured, his voice suddenly heated, kneeling down in front of him.
“K-Kade!” Florian exclaimed, biting back a yelp as the other man took his soft cock into his mouth. Wet warmth surrounded him, immediately coaxing him to hardness—even that was novel and strange, the sensation tugging at his skin as he quickly grew erect. When Kade pulled his mouth away, letting his tongue drag along the underside of Florian’s cock, it jutted out from the rest of his body—only to disappear back into Kade’s mouth. “Oh, fuck.”
His hands settled in Kade’s hair—the pleasure of it felt the same, but the sensation was in such a different place in his body that it might not have been happening to him at all.
“I’m not going to be able to fuck you if you keep this up,” he gasped. Despite his protest, his hips rocked of their own accord, pushing himself further in and out of Kade’s mouth. Kade hummed in satisfaction against him, making him yelp as the vibration of it buzzed up his length. “Fuck, this feels good.”
Kade pulled away from him at that, making him whimper at the sudden loss of warmth. “Still want to fuck me?”
“Uh, yes,” Florian laughed. Kade grinned at him as he got to his feet, pulling his shirt off in one easy motion as he did.
“Come back to bed, then,” he murmured.
They ended up with Kade on his back and Florian on top of him, peppering kisses along his throat as their hips rocked slowly together. His cock sliding against Kade’s bigger, thicker member was a sensation unlike anything he’d felt before—it was strange how different it felt to his original anatomy, yet the pleasure that arced up his spine was the same.
But eventually, Kade pressed the little bottle of lube that they had brought with them into Florian’s hands. “C’mon,” he goaded. With a chuckle, Florian pushed himself up onto his knees between Kade’s spread legs. His hands shook a little as he squeezed some lube onto his fingers, partly nerves and partly eager anticipation.
