“A cool rinse-off might be nice,” Pollux said mildly, not quite looking at Adrissu as he stepped toward the hallway that led to the bathroom. “You could... Join me, if you wanted.”
Adrissu thought he might burst into flame then and there. “Yes,” he answered, a bit too quickly despite his best efforts. “That, ah, does sound nice.”
Pollux nodded, color rising in his face, but he gestured for Adrissu to follow him as he stepped into the bathroom. Adrissu watched from the doorway as Pollux set the water running, feeling the temperature with his hand, before tugging anxiously at the collar of his robe.
“Undress me,” he said, turning abruptly to Adrissu, looking for the first time entirely overwhelmed. Adrissu reached for him, and Pollux instinctively leaned into him, their bodies pressed together tightly. His scent was overwhelming, and without even truly being aware of it, Adrissu pulled him closer and kissed him hungrily. Pollux groaned against him, his rigid form melting in Adrissu’s arms, which only filled him with another surge of lust. For all his pretense, Pollux was completely and whollyhis, and he knew it, no matter how much he tried to fight it.
All but wrenching his clothes off, Adrissu’s hands found the smooth, warm skin of his chest, making Pollux gasp as his fingers skimmed over his ribcage, trailing lower to settle on his bare hips. Pollux pulled his hands away from Adrissu only long enough to pull them out of his sleeves, letting his robe fall to the floor in a soft heap. He was naked against Adrissu now, his hard cock pressed against Adrissu’s thigh.
“Gods,” Pollux gasped as Adrissu’s mouth pulled away from his—only to trail hungry, biting kisses along his neck and collarbones. “You feel, you feel…” He trailed off, shaking his head, and Adrissu made a low growl of agreement. Words were too much, and not nearly enough, all at the same time.
He released Pollux and pushed him back just enough to drop to his knees before him, swiftly taking the elf’s cock into his mouth and grinning at the choked noise of surprise that it elicited from the other man.
“Adrissu,” he panted, squirming against Adrissu’s grip, but he held Pollux tightly in place as he swallowed his cock down to the base, making him gasp and moan. All he could think about was keeping Pollux right there, tasting him and smelling him and breaking the thin veneer of cold control the other man kept up—so his mate would know that he irrevocably, indisputably belonged to Adrissu. After a moment, he felt Pollux’s fingers snaking into his hair, so he released the grip that he had on the elf’s hips to touch himself with one hand and use the other to stroke Pollux’s length, keeping his mouth firmly encircled around the tip. “A-Adrissu!”
Pollux’s grip against his hair tightened as he groaned, pleasure sparking from the sharp sensation. Pollux held him there as his hips rocked mindlessly, but it took only a few thrusts before Pollux was shuddering and gasping his release into the back of Adrissu’s throat. He swallowed greedily, pressing his tongue along Pollux’s length until there was nothing left to draw out, and only then released him to lean back and look up at his mate with a delirious, blissed-out smile.
“You still have all your clothes on,” Pollux panted, now stroking Adrissu’s hair idly, and he laughed.
“So it seems,” he said, getting to his feet and tugging the collar of his robe to loosen it. It came off easily, and he threw it down to the floor beside Pollux’s discarded clothes, then reached over and turned off the water. “Let’s save this for after, don’t you think?”
Pollux nodded, his gaze lingering on Adrissu’s cock. “This would be more comfortable in the other room.”
“Lead the way,” Adrissu replied with a smug grin, and even though Pollux scowled at his self-satisfied expression, he grabbed Adrissu by the wrist and led him into the bedroom, where he laid down on his back and pulled Adrissu down with him.
“How badly have you wanted this?” Adrissu teased between kisses that he pressed to Pollux’s neck. “Is this all you could think about from the moment I walked through your door?”
“Yes,” Pollux breathed, his fingers skimming along the planes of Adrissu’s back and sending tiny thrills of pleasure up his spine. “Even before that. I’ve dreamed of you all year.”
“Dreamed of me,” Adrissu repeated with a groan, rolling his hips. “Dreamed of my cock, more like it. Gods, I’ve missed you.”
He shifted against Pollux so he could get between his legs, groaning as his cock found the wet evidence of his arousal. “Look at you. I could slip into you just like this.”
“Please,” Pollux gasped, shifting his hips so the head of Adrissu’s cock rubbed up against his slick entrance. “I want you—I want to feel you.”
“Anything you ask for,” Adrissu murmured, pressing his lips to Pollux’s neck, damp with sweat, as he moved to line himself up. Pollux was wet and hot against him, but opened up so impossibly easily that Adrissu’s vision blurred, and he had to squeeze himself hard at the base of his cock to keep himself from coming right then. “Fuck, Pollux. You feel so good.”
Pollux’s eyes were squeezed closed, and he nodded silently against Adrissu, but as Adrissu moved at a leisurely pace, he failed to stifle his gasps of pleasure. The way Pollux’s fingers dug into his back, holding him close, felt wild and needy, echoing Adrissu’s own desperation.Thiswas where he belonged—here, one with his mate. Nothing else mattered but this.
“There, right there,” Pollux groaned, his tight channel pulsing around Adrissu. His cock had been coaxed back to life as Adrissu fucked him, now hard and insistent where it pressed between their bodies, the flushed head leaking a steady stream of precome against Adrissu’s belly. Adrissu nodded, panting, and kept the same pace and movement, feeling himself hitting the same spot deep inside the elf until he was shuddering and crying out beneath him—his cock twitching wildly against Adrissu as he came again.
He couldn’t keep going for long after that, thrusting hard into him for only a moment longer before he followed, biting back a shout as he buried himself to the hilt and spent his release.
For a long moment they were both motionless, panting and gasping in the aftermath, until Adrissu rallied enough to relax the death grip he had on Pollux’s hips, and instead skim his thumbs against his hipbones in soft, soothing circles. It was a small gesture Kian had liked, and Braern too—but Pollux grunted and pushed himself up into a sitting position.
“You’re going to make a mess,” he panted, frowning up at Adrissu. The immediate reinstatement of his cold facade should have irritated Adrissu, but something about his sudden cool distance only made Adrissu want to push him back down and fuck him all over again. That was maybe too much for now, though, so he only smirked and obliged, easing himself out carefully as Pollux reached for a cloth sitting on his bedside table to clean himself up.
“Now we really need to bathe,” Adrissu chuckled, helping the elf to his feet. “Coming with me?”
Pollux glanced over at him, his gaze as imperious and distant as ever; but his face was still flushed with exertion, and his mouth twitched as if he were trying very hard not to smile back.
“Yes,” he said simply, and followed Adrissu.
The next several days were much of the same: they would spend the cool parts of the morning exploring the city and the afternoons in the shade of Pollux’s home, getting hot and sweaty in other ways, before cooling off in a shared bath. In the evening, they would venture out again for dinner, or one of them would cook. Pollux did not seem to know any elven dishes, so Adrissu brushed up on some recipes Braern had liked, then tried making them anew; they weren’t exact, but Pollux seemed to enjoy them all the same.
They did not fight, but sometimes Pollux seemed tense around him and would make some excuse to have time alone; this did not bother Adrissu, as he too liked his own space well enough. He did notice, though, that Pollux seemed to sleep terribly, waking often throughout the night, or tossing and turning restlessly for a long time after they had laid down. He wasn’t sure if it was because of his presence, or if this was common for the elf; but after a week straight of bearing witness to this behavior, it left him feeling unsettled and concerned. He considered asking Pollux about it, but it seemed a strangely personal inquiry.
The next day, Pollux was restless again, and Adrissu asked him if he had worn out his welcome.
