Desire flooded him at the realization, as he imagined the haughty elf squirming and panting on top of him, struggling to take such an impossible length. As if reading his mind, Varen groaned.
“Not happening,” he breathed, shaking his head. “Nothing against you, of course, but, er—I think I might have to work up to something likethat.”
Korik nodded, only slightly disappointed. Varen’s hand on his cock was very distracting, so it was hard to dwell too long on what he might be missing out on. No one had touched him in years, so feeling a hand other than his own, stroking up and down his length, was all he could focus on.
“I thinkyoucould takemycock very nicely, though,” Varen said, and Korik throbbed against the elf’s grip in response. He hadn’t considered it—it was the opposite of all the bawdy campfire songs about orcs and their elven conquests—but the thought of Varen fucking him felt almost like a relief to consider. He was so domineering in everything else, why wouldn’t he take the reins in this as well? “Oh, you like that idea, don’t you? I’d like that, too. You’d feel so good wrapped tight around me, wouldn’t you?”
Korik nodded again, unable to formulate the words, but knowing he wanted it. Varen rocked his hips, creating friction between their cocks pressed together in his hand—Korik groaned, then clamped his mouth shut.
“Here,” Varen said, squeezing them. “Use your hand, too. Grab around both of us.”
Korik encircled them both with his fist. Varen’s cock was warm and slick against his fingers, and the soft movements of his hips spread his slick against Korik’s length. They rocked together for a moment, the panting sound of their breaths and the smooth touch of skin moving against skin the only noise between them.
“If it wasn’t so damned cold,” Varen groaned, shaking his head. “I’d take all these layers off so you could touch more of me. So I could feel more ofyou. Feel how strong you really are under all this.”
He imagined Varen pushing up his tunic and the cotton undershirt beneath, running his deft fingers up the smooth planes of his abdomen, reaching upward for his chest, and brushing up against his nipples. He thought of doing the same to Varen, feeling the warmth of his skin, and how he would shudder at Korik’s touch, thesoundshe would make—
“Fuck,” Korik gasped, heat pooling in the base of his belly. Had it really been so long that he was going to come after just a few minutes of this? All they’d done was push their cocks together and rut into their fists, and just imagining being able to do more was getting him right up to the edge.
“Don’t hold back,” Varen panted, moving faster now. “I want you to feel good. Fun, remember?”
It took only a few more thrusts up into their encircled hands for Korik’s orgasm to overtake him. He clamped his free hand to his mouth to stifle the breathy moan that escaped him as his cock pulsed—Varen only squeezed him harder, then let out a soft gasp as Korik came. Thick ropes of come shot up the length of his torso, splattering against his clothes and Varen’s.
“Gods, look at you,” Varen breathed. Then the elf’s other hand was cupping Korik’s balls, and he couldn’t stop the strangled noise rising in the back of his throat. The elf’s hands squeezed so gently, as if trying to milk out every drop, even as he was still coming. Korik’s head tipped back, as pleasure pulsed through him again and again, come dripping from him and pooling into a warm puddle on his belly. It felt like so much,toomuch—still it kept shooting in little spurts with each long, squeezing stroke of Varen’s hands.
“Please,” Korik whimpered, when the pleasure of Varen’s hands on him finally took on a too-sharp edge as his orgasm faded. The elf released his grip, and Korik leaned back in relief.
“Good?” Varen asked softly, and Korik nodded, eyes half-lidded. “Good.”
He sensed the tingle of magic as Varen cleaned him up, the warm mess vanishing with a wave of his hand. Then he was aware of Varen moving on top of him, shuffling forward—Varen’s hand touched his cheek, and he snapped his eyes open again.
“Come here and suck me off,” the elf said, as one hand gripped Korik’s tusk and tugged his head forward. He should have been shocked at the brazen action, angered that Varen would manhandle him so crudely; but he obeyed without question, letting the elf grip and guide him to the length of his straining cock. It was salty and earthy on his tongue. Varen groaned, his hips bucking, and Korik could feel the elf’s cock twitching in his mouth.
Varen grabbed his other tusk where it was pressed against the elf’s hip and used the leverage to fuck into Korik’s mouth. Korik moaned around him, eyes closing. Even as eagerly as Varen was thrusting into his mouth, there was no discomfort, as the elf’s cock couldn’t quite reach the back of his throat at this angle. Varen wouldlovemaking him gag and choke, Korik thought, but he had at least a small scrap of pride left that their size difference was just enough to make it impossible.
“So warm,” Varen panted above him. “Fuck, it feels good.”
Gingerly, Korik placed one hand back on Varen’s hip, then let it drift a bit lower, squeezing lightly to encourage him. Silly as it seemed, even though the elf’s cock was in his mouth, he felt too nervous to just grab Varen’s ass outright. Still, he seemed to like it, letting out a soft sound of pleasure as he moved.
“I’m close,” Varen grunted, thrusting harder into Korik’s mouth and pulling at his tusks almost enough to hurt his jaw—right at the edge of pain. “Fuck,fuck—”
His cock pulsed in Korik’s mouth, flooding his tongue with the bitter taste of his spend. Korik swallowed on reflex, making Varen moan as he came. His hips gave a few more small, rocking thrusts as he spilled more come into Korik’s mouth. He wanted to feel it all, wanted to drink down everything Varen had to give him. He pressed his tongue harder against the underside of the elf’s cock, feeling the thick vein pulse with each movement.
Finally, Varen surrendered his grip on Korik’s tusks and carefully pulled away. Korik released him, cautious not to hurt him with his teeth or tusks. For a long moment, they remained motionless: Varen looking down at him as he panted, and Korik looking up to meet his gaze, despite how flushed his face felt.
He almost couldn’t believe what had just happened. If not for the cold air on his exposed skin, and the taste of Varen’s seed still in his mouth, he might have already thought that he’d dreamed the whole event. He had never done anything sorecklessbefore. Was it just the extremity of their situation, or was it Varen who drove him to such acts?
Varen grinned, a breathy chuckle escaping him—the soft sound pulled Korik from his scattered thoughts, grounding him back in reality. It had truly happened. It wasn’t a dream.
“What did I tell you?” he panted, shuffling back so he was no longer straddling Korik. “Fun, right?”
Korik looked away, but could feel a faint smile threatening to spread across his face. “Right. Fun.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Varen
Aftertheyhadcleanedup, then eaten a small breakfast of their prepared rations, Korik said he would check on the status of the storm. He took up his usual position on the ground, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed and pressing his hands against the cool earth. His hair, though a little out of place, was still in the long braid Varen had done for him the day before.
