Abruptly, he straightened and took a step back, forcing his way out of Ruan’s arms. The human pushed himself back up to his feet, looking suddenly worried.
“Adrissu?” he asked, his voice soft.
He could not stop this. He was sure of it now. He would bury himself in his mate, get it out of his system, then send Ruan away and never invite him in again. He could do that.
“Go upstairs,” Adrissu said, his voice rough and gravelly. He couldn’t bring himself to look Ruan in the face as he said it. “My bedroom is to the right. I will follow you shortly.”
Ruan blinked, then grinned widely at him.
“Good idea. I’ll see you there,” he said, winking at Adrissu as he moved to the stairs.
Adrissu watched him go, breathing as deeply and evenly as he could manage. He would have him once and never again, he told himself.
After a moment of composing himself, he followed Ruan up the stairs, but veered toward his study instead of the bedroom. He did not have lubricant specifically for sexual purposes, but some of the oils that he kept in his alchemical supply would work just as well. He retrieved the smallest bottle that he could find and brought it with him to his bedroom.
Ruan, shameless as ever, had already undressed and was waiting for him—laying atop his sheets as effortlessly as if he had been there a hundred times before. Adrissu’s breath hitched at the sight of him, all sinew and muscle and scars. Ruan’s skin was naturally a darker, warmer tone than Adrissu’s; his arms and legs were a deeper tan than his torso and thighs, which must have often been shielded from the sun under his armor. He had very little chest hair, and only a light dusting along his stomach and down his groin. His cock jutted up proudly from between his legs where his body hair was thickest.
“Took you long enough,” Ruan goaded, only to gasp as Adrissu lunged for him, pressing his lips to the side of the human’s neck and trailing his hands down the length of his body. He gasped as Adrissu’s fingers found his nipples, and moaned when they trailed further down to touch his cock. The tip of it was already slick with precome. “Gods, Adrissu...”
“Shut up,” Adrissu growled, but his voice was muffled against Ruan’s skin.
“You know,” Ruan panted when Adrissu released his cock. “When I imagined this, I always managed to get you naked first.”
Adrissu scoffed, but moved to start pulling off his robe.
“You’ll have to get at least some of this off if I’m to fuck you,” Ruan continued, laughing, but this time Adrissu scowled and pushed himself up to glare down at the human.
“You willnotfuck me,” he said, and Ruan blinked, surprise crossing his face.
“No?” he asked. “But—aren’t elves—?”
Whatever he was going to say was cut off, as Adrissu pushed his legs up and flipped him over. On instinct Ruan started to push himself up onto his hands and knees, but with one hand Adrissu pressed against his back, right between his shoulder blades, forcing his head down with his firm ass still raised. “Gods, I didn’t realize how strong you—ah, fuck!”
Again he was cut off. Adrissu had uncorked the bottle of oil and poured it down the cleft of his ass, watching it stream down until it clung to the insides of the human’s thighs, and dripped from the underside of his testicles to the sheets below. Adrissu caught some of the slick liquid with his fingers to rub against the tight ring of Ruan’s entrance.
“Adrissu,” Ruan said, his voice hitching. “I really didn’t—I thought—can we talk about this first?”
“No,” Adrissu snapped, pulling his hand away only long enough to let his robe fall away. With his other hand he undid his trousers and kicked them aside. “I told you exactly what would happen. Do you want me or not?”
As he said it, he pushed one finger into Ruan. The human groaned, his eyes squeezing shut.
“Do you want this?” he repeated, waiting. He watched as Ruan bit his lip, eyes fluttering open and glancing back at Adrissu nervously—he barely even seemed to register that Adrissu was now just as naked as he was.
“Yes,” he finally rasped, eyes flickering shut again as he said it. He sounded like he was on the verge of tears. “Okay. Yes.”
Adrissu made quick work of him, doing his best to ignore the faint sounds Ruan made as he began by fucking him with only one finger, moving in and out until the tight muscle began to relax against him. He added a second, and Ruan yelped; but he did not slow, working him open relentlessly until he could fit a third.
“Adrissu!” Ruan cried, as the third finger was pushed into him. “You’re—you’re hurting me.”
“Relax,” he said. The world had narrowed down to the heat and tightness of the channel surrounding his fingers: Ruan’s voice was distant in comparison, easy to ignore. His mate was nearly ready to take him, and his blood burned with anticipation. There was nothing that could have distracted him from the task at hand.
He knew when he’d found the most sensitive place, a tight bundle of nerves, when a ragged cry burst from Ruan’s mouth—hips bucking and his swollen cock twitching in time with the movement of Adrissu’s fingers.
He whimpered as Adrissu pushed in and out of him against that spot, again and again, until he was sure that the human was nearly about to come. Only then did he relent, pulling his fingers out of Ruan’s tight hole with a wet sliding sound.
“You’re ready for me now,” Adrissu said, his voice rough and gravelly. Ruan only nodded, his back heaving as he panted for breath beneath him.
His own cock was hard and twitching with eager anticipation. He coated himself with the lingering oil on his fingers, before he pressed the head of his cock to Ruan’s entrance, making the human groan with equal parts anticipation and fear.
