“Not even that,” Adrissu growled against his ear, feeling the elf’s smaller form shiver against him. “I’ve been wanting to get you out of these robes since this morning.”
“Such self-restraint,” Braern murmured, a smile still spread wide across his face. His hands slipped beneath Adrissu’s robe, loosening the sash that held it together as he pulled it open. “I think you’ve earned a reward for your patience.”
“Hmm,” Adrissu sighed, closing his eyes. Braern’s fingers skimmed along his skin, leaving tingling trails in their wake. “What did you have in mind?”
“Come lay down with me,” Braern said; and without waiting for Adrissu to answer, Braern pulled him by the waist toward the bedroom. Together they tumbled into the small bed, narrower than what Adrissu was used to, though they both managed to fit.
“My husband,” Braern sighed, smiling as he said it. Adrissu leaned forward to kiss him.
“Yours,” he agreed, leaning back as Braern got on top of him, pressing soft kisses along his jaw and his neck. Though the kisses were gentle and chaste, Braern wasted no time, traveling further down Adrissu’s torso and pulling open more of the robe as he went, until Adrissu was finally laid bare beneath him.
“I love you,” Braern murmured, glancing up at him through his eyelashes for just a moment, before taking Adrissu’s cock into his mouth. Adrissu groaned, running his fingers through Braern’s hair as the elf sucked up and down his length. His eyes slipped closed; he could feel Braern breathing hard around him, could feel his desire and affection coursing through the back of his head—like the feel of Braern’s hands stroking his hair. It was all somuch, a jumble of his own feelings, and Braern’s, and the physical pleasure burning up his spine. He couldn’t take it.
“Braern,” he panted, fingers tightening around the elf’s long hair. He felt Braern still against him, and when he opened his eyes, the elf was looking up at him with an expression that would have been innocent if not for the head of Adrissu’s cock still between his lips. Adrissu tugged at the robe that Braern still wore. “Take this off. I want to be inside you.”
Braern smiled around his cock; his tongue teased along the head for a moment, before Braern released him with a wet pop and straightened up, untying his own robe.
“You’re very convincing,” he said, grinning. His eyes were dark, pupils dilated, and he gave no resistance as Adrissu pushed him onto his back and started pulling his clothes off. “It’s going to be different, you know.”
Adrissu paused, frowning. “Different how?”
“Better, I think,” Braern answered. He stretched languidly, now fully naked. “But you’ll feel it.”
Adrissu hesitated, considering, but whatever Braern meant, he seemed unwilling to elaborate. So instead, Adrissu tossed the robe to the floor, then descended upon him to kiss and lick his way down Braern’s chest. Desire vibrated through his body as he moved, impatient, yet wanting to savor each small taste of Braern’s skin and memorize the way his body shifted and moved beneath him.
“Come on,” Braern urged, lightly tugging on his hair, as he kissed lower down his abdomen. “I want you in me.”
Adrissu breathed in his scent deeply, before pushing himself up over the elf. He had wanted to savor this, relish in it, but the bond in the back of his head thrummed with urgent desire, pushing them forward unrelentingly.
“Who am I to tell you no?” Adrissu murmured, looking down at Braern with half-lidded eyes. The elf met his gaze, lips flushed and smiling; but his eyelids fluttered closed as Adrissu pressed his cock against him, lining himself up with his slick opening, before gliding in all the way to the hilt. Both gasped, and heat bloomed deep in the bottom of Adrissu’s stomach. It took a moment for the feeling to register—Braern’s pleasure echoed in his own, emanating from the back of his head, but heightening the sensations that shivered up his spine.
“Fuck,” he panted, stilling almost immediately. Braern grinned, pulsating around him. “That’s... different.”
“I told you,” Braern murmured, reaching up to run his hands up the length of Adrissu’s torso. “I told you you’d feel it.”
“I do feel it,” Adrissu grunted, experimentally moving again and shuddering at the shocks of pleasure that burst from the bond in his head and out through the rest of him. Feeling everything Braern felt while feeling his own body’s response, amazing as it was, didn’t bode well for his ability to last any significant length of time.
“It’s good, right?”
“I think so... It’s strange.”
He moved his hips in slow, lazy thrusts, closing his eyes to focus on the new source of pleasure. Beneath him Braern panted, shifting to move the angle of his hips and sending a burst of warmth that exploded through Adrissu’s vision as Braern groaned, “Right there, right there.”
Adrissu stilled, gasping for breath. The onslaught of sensation was driving him to the brink all too quickly. Braern groaned again, though this was now a sound of frustration, rather than pleasure. “Gods, this is too much,” Adrissu panted, shaking his head.
“Don’t fight it,” Braern said, running his fingers through Adrissu’s hair. Adrissu sighed, tilting his head to kiss Braern’s palm as his hand trailed down his face. “Adrissu. My husband.”
That was enough to coax him back into action. Adrissu leaned down to kiss Braern, capturing his lips as he set a quick pace. Pressure built quickly in the pit of his stomach, a different sensation than he was used to, fueled by the feedback loop the new bond created. It took only a moment for him to start coming, their lips still pressed together, stifling his cry. Braern moaned into his mouth, following him over the edge—Adrissu’s vision went white with the overwhelming sensation that flooded through their connected minds.
“Adrissu,” Braern gasped, shuddering around his length. “Adrissu.”
The sound of his name in his mate’s voice sent a softer shiver of pleasure down his spine. With one hand he stroked Braern’s cock, slowly, until come covered his mate’s stomach; Adrissu watched him gasp and writhe, drawing out his orgasm as a hot flood of sensation burst from the back of his head. It was utterly unlike anything Adrissu had ever felt before, so intense it was almost uncomfortable. But he could see why Braern so enjoyed it—and, he thought, he would enjoy it too, when it felt less new and strange.
Afterward, when they were clean and sated, and Braern’s head lay on his chest so Adrissu could stroke his hair, Braern whispered softly into the darkness,
“Do you think it’ll still be there when I come back? The bond?”
Adrissu sighed, considering. The magic connected their minds, certainly, but Braern’s mind would go with him if he died. His soul would linger and find another body, but everything else would be gone.
