Still, they could only remember so many tales and legends; and by the time they had exhausted their reserves, Varen doubted it was time to sleep again. He was hungry, but they were carefully rationing their food, so he had only water to sate himself until they slept again.
“How would you feel about a round two?” he asked, turning to face Korik with a grin. The orc flushed deeply, glancing away; but after a beat of discomfort, he nodded in response. “Can we try something different this time?”
“Different?” Korik asked, frowning. Varen supposed there was no way to say it delicately.
“I’d like to, ah, be inside you this time,” he said, hoping Korik didn’t notice the embarrassed flush that he was sure showed on the tips of his ears. He rarely got flustered like this, but it felt like a strangely vulnerable thing to ask, especially considering Korik would be the vulnerable one. But as much as he wanted to be intimate, the thought of taking Korik’s cock was as frightening as it was appealing, and he knew he wasn’t in the right mind space to enjoy that sort of challenge just yet. Maybe later. But for now...
“Um,” Korik stammered, looking away as his face darkened with embarrassment. He was silent for a beat, and Varen wondered if he’d just completely ruined the mood. But finally, the orc glanced back over at him and nodded. “Yes. I’ve never... done that before. But. We can try.”
Varen grinned, his hesitance forgotten in the rush of anticipation at Korik’s answer. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle. Although you're so much bigger than me, I don’t think I could hurt you if I tried.”
Korik frowned, and he added quickly, “Not that I would try.”
They sat staring at each other for a long moment, then he gestured to the mess of blankets beneath them. Their bedrolls were pushed together, but in the pile of blankets, it was hard to see where one ended and where the other began. “Lay down.”
Slowly, Korik lowered himself onto the blankets, until he was lying on his back and looking up at Varen. This time, he started taking off his clothes of his own accord, and Varen watched as the expanse of his torso was revealed. He was lanky, especially for an orc, with each indent of his ribs visible. But Varen could still see the power of his body, the subtle layer of muscle on his abdomen, his chest, his shoulders—
He realized Korik had stopped, looking embarrassed as Varen was just kneeling there ogling him. He smirked and started pulling off his own layers. He had no embarrassment around nudity the way Korik seemed to, but the air was felt like ice on his bare skin. So, as soon as he had peeled off all his clothes, he dove in beside Korik, sharing the warmth of his bigger body.
“You’re cold,” Korik remarked, as Varen pressed his hands to the orc’s abdomen, feeling the faint ripple of muscle.
“You’re warm,” Varen laughed, now running his hands up the length of his long torso, relishing the soft noise of surprise that Korik made in response. “Don’t worry. You’ll warm me right up.”
He dragged his hands back down the orc’s body, this time letting his fingernails lightly drag against his skin, until he reached the waistband of the orc’s trousers and gently pulled them down. Even knowing what to expect, the size of his cock made Varen’s heart leap up into his throat. He had no hang ups about his own size, but Korik made him seem comically small in comparison.
He would never get it all into his mouth, but he still leaned down over Korik and murmured, “Can I use my mouth on you?”
Korik made a soft little gasping sound that made Varen want to melt, then nodded, eyes dark with arousal. Varen held his gaze as he pushed himself lower, then licked a long,longstripe from the base of his cock all the way to the tip. The orc moaned, pressing a hand to his mouth, but didn’t look away.
Varen took the head of his cock into his mouth, teasing the underside with his tongue, while one hand fondled Korik’s balls. The orc groaned, eyes finally squeezing closed, and Varen let his fingers brush lower.
Orcs didn’t produce their own lubrication—most males of other species didn’t, which Varen had always pitied them for. So they had no lube, but he could make his own. As he licked up and down Korik’s length, he could feel his own arousal growing, so he reached between his legs to coat his fingers. Then he traced his fingers along the cleft of the orc’s ass, gently spreading him open until he found what he was looking for. The ring of muscle tensed at Varen’s touch, but gradually relaxed as he continued to lick and stroke until he could push one finger inside with little resistance.
Korik made a soft, strangled sort of noise. When Varen pulled away enough to look up at his face, he still had one hand clamped over his mouth. His cheeks were flushed a darker green, eyes half-lidded, his braided hair a mess—Varen’s cock bucked at the thought of how undone he was with just a finger inside him.
“Good?” he asked softly, moving slowly to let the orc get used to the sensation. Korik nodded, still not quite looking at him. Varen slipped a second finger in, working Korik open as gently as he could manage, until Korik’s faint moans took on a more urgent edge.
“It—It feels good,” Korik stammered, when his eyes landed on Varen watching him carefully. “Don’t stop.”
Varen grinned. “I won’t. Don’t worry.”
When a third finger slid home easily—Korik’s breath was coming in rough, needy rasps—Varen leaned back to grip his cock with his other hand.
“Ready?” he asked, and Korik nodded. “Relax. Deep breath.”
The orc let out a long, slow breath. As he did, Varen pressed forward, guiding the head of his cock to where his fingers were buried. Tight heat enveloped him as he slipped his fingers out and pushed his cock in. Korik sucked in a sharp gasp, and Varen moaned with pleasure as the orc’s channel shuddered around him.
“Slow,” Korik panted. Varen nodded, looking down to watch himself disappear into Korik’s body—committing to memory the sight of his tight hole stretched around Varen’s cock. He moved slowly as Korik asked, reveling in the smooth glide of their skin together that sent hot shivers racing up his spine.
He was fucking an orc, he thought—the rush of power hit him all at once. It was only because Korik wanted it, of course; but there was still something about being the one to dominate the other man, so much bigger than him, that made him have to stifle a faint whimper of arousal. Korik could refuse, could easily push him away, been the one to dominatehim—but he didn’t. He wanted Varen, trusted Varen.
“You feel amazing,” Varen groaned, pleasure coiling in his belly. He had to think of something else, anything else, or he was going to finish far too soon. With one hand, he reached up and stroked Korik’s cock, rock-hard where it was pressed against his stomach. He couldn’t get his hand all the way around the thick length, but the orc still made a soft noise of appreciation. Korik reached up and closed his fist around Varen’s hand, stroking himself with a faint, needy moan.
“It’s good,” Korik breathed, eyes closed now. “You feel—You feel—”
“I know,” Varen answered, as Korik stammered. “Keep touching yourself. I want to watch you come.”
Somehow, the flush in Korik’s face deepened. With some urging, he stroked himself in earnest, both his hand and Varen’s moving up and down the length of his cock in rapid strokes. Varen thrust his hips faster to match the pace, reveling in the noises Korik was making now, too lost in his pleasure to silence himself anymore. With his other hand, he palmed the orc’s balls again—squeezing and rolling the heavy sac with his fingers—until Korik was panting and moaning with each rapid, shuddering breath.
