“Anything,” he repeated. His eyes lingered on Adrissu’s for a moment, then fell to his lips, and the human leaned forward and kissed him.
Adrissu moaned against him, hungry, deepening the kiss the moment their lips touched. He felt Kian whimper against him, his hands sliding up his torso. With his own, Adrissu cupped Kian’s face, holding him in place as he drove his tongue past his parted lips. He still tasted of wine as their tongues met, Adrissu licking into his mouth with an animalistic need, and Kian utterly succumbing to his onslaught. The human’s smaller hands drifted lower, hesitating as they palmed against his erection—Adrissu groaned as Kian’s hand dipped within the folds of his formal robe and gripped him hard through the thinner layer of his trousers.
“This is—highly inappropriate, Mr. Farrow,” he rasped, pulling away enough to meet Kian’s gaze again. Despite the admonishment, his hips rolled against Kian’s grip, sending sparks shooting up his spine. Kian grinned up at him.
“So is this,” he murmured, dropping to his knees. Adrissu stifled a groan, watching as the human unlaced his trousers and freed his cock, rock-hard and eagerly dripping with precome. Kian glanced up at him, meeting his gaze as he licked a long stripe up the underside of his cock, before taking the head into his mouth.
“Oh,fuck,” Adrissu panted. Kian’s lips were pulled taut around him, sucking him eagerly—it had been so long since anyone had touched him. He forced himself to breathe evenly, his hands fisting in Kian’s curls, as he tried desperately not to come right then and there.
“Will this convince you?” Kian gasped, pulling away from Adrissu; but with his hands still in the human’s hair, he guided his open mouth back to his cock. He needed no more encouragement, stroking Adrissu’s length with one hand as his tongue swirled around the head.
“Missing a final is a serious infraction,” he replied, his voice shaking as he struggled to keep the same stern tone. But it must have worked; Kian hummed contentedly around him, eyelids fluttering. “You’ll have to—truly impress me, Mr. Farrow, if you’re hoping I’ll—ah, change your grade now.”
Kian moaned around him again, nodding. When they had spoken of this last week, Kian had confessed he was a virgin; but now, with how eagerly he sucked his cock, Adrissu wasn’t sure if he believed him.
“Where did you learn this, filthy boy?” he panted, pulling Kian’s hair to lift the human’s eyes to his own. “Well? How many cocks have you sucked for your education?”
Kian only moaned around him again and sucked harder, bringing him right up to the edge. Adrissu swore, pulling Kian off of him, but it was too late; with a groan, he shot his load across the human’s face. Kian gasped, startled, but hesitated for only an instant, before stroking Adrissu’s length in time with each pulse of come that spilled from the tip. He opened his mouth again, pressing his tongue against the head of his cock to tease out the last drops of his orgasm.
“Fuck, Kian,” Adrissu panted, releasing his grip on the human’s hair and taking a shaky step back. The human grinned up at him, wiping the come off his cheek only to stick his fingers in his mouth, making Adrissu stifle another moan. “Did you lie to me about never having been with anyone else?”
“No,” he laughed, shaking his head. “No, but I remember what you like, and I’ve dreamed about what I wanted to do to you for years. How long until you can fuck me properly?”
Adrissu bit his lip; his cock twitched eagerly, but tingled with discomfort when he gave himself a cautious squeeze. “Not long. Come to bed with me.”
“Does this mean you’ll fix my grade?” he asked, pouting, and Adrissu forced himself not to laugh.
“Yes, you pass,” he said, stepping forward and pulling the human to his feet. He was still in his graduation robes and everything; he hadreveledin the inappropriateness of it all. His patience must have been wearing just as thin as Adrissu’s after all.
“Only a pass?” Kian pressed.
“Highest marks,” Adrissu murmured, kissing him again. Kian hummed in satisfaction; Adrissu groaned, tasting himself on his lips. “Come to bed with me.”
“Yes,” Kian agreed, nodding, and he allowed Adrissu to lead him up the stairs. They tumbled into his bed, the sensation of his mate in his arms so achingly familiar that for a moment Adrissu wanted nothing more than to hold Kian until the sun rose. But then the human grabbed Adrissu’s hand and pushed it beneath his trousers, making his own need all too obvious. His fingers were met with soft skin and slick wetness; Kian’s breath hitched, as Adrissu explored cautiously.
“As I said, all my, ah, previous experience has been with anatomy like my own,” Adrissu murmured, pressing kisses against Kian’s neck as he spoke. “So please tell me if I do anything you don’t enjoy, aside from what we’ve already discussed. I want you to feel good.”
“It feels good,” Kian affirmed, nodding rapidly. His body felt tense beneath Adrissu’s, his hands balled into fists in Adrissu’s robe. Gods, he was still wearing his formal robe; they very well could be teacher and student with how they were dressed, and his cock twitched at the lewdness of it all.
Adrissu moved his hand slowly, acquainting himself with the unfamiliar shape of Kian’s body. The slickness coating his fingers felt quite similar to how Braern’s body had produced its own lubrication; he let his fingers dip lower, gathering more of the wetness, before trailing higher again and pressing against the harder nub of his arousal. Kian groaned low in the back of his throat as Adrissu stroked him there.
“Get these off,” Adrissu said, using his free hand to unlace Kian’s trousers. Kian’s hands grabbed him, stilling the movement before he could do more than unlace them.
“I...” Kian stammered. His face, though already flushed, now had a pained expression. Tension built around his eyes, as his gaze flickered between Adrissu’s face and his hands. “If you... If you don’t like it, how I look th-there, we can... we can stop.”
Adrissu paused, leaning back with a frown. “Did you want to stop?”
“No,” Kian answered quickly, shaking his head. “No, I don’t—I don’t think so. I’m nervous. But I know that... that, you know, you’ve always been with... men, so if you don’t like what I have--”
“Stop,” Adrissu interrupted. “Kian, if that was going to be a deal-breaker, I would not have allowed this to go as far as it has. Your body, the parts it has—that’s irrelevant to me.Youare my mate.” He leaned closer, pressing their foreheads together. “The you that has always come back to me. The you that’s inside, that’s the spark that ignites everything else. Your body is an afterthought compared to that. Every time you’ve come back, it’s been unique. Your physical forms have all differed significantly from each other.”
“That’s true,” Kian relented, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I adjusted when you came back as an elf last time,” he continued. “This is the same, as far as I’m concerned. We are already of a different species. Our physiology would never be an exact match, regardless. Trust me when I tell you that the shape of your body is of much less concern to me than the soul it houses.”
For a long moment Kian was silent, though his fingers fiddled nervously with the bunched-up sheets. Adrissu watched him, waiting for any sign to proceed. Eventually, Kian’s eyes flickered up to meet his, and a slight smile spread across his soft, flushed features.
“I trust you,” he said, nodding slowly. He lifted one hand to touch just below his collarbone, rubbing the hem of his graduation robe. “I... I’d still like to keep this on, if that’s okay.”
