Korik’s mind raced, remembering all the medical diagrams and illustrations that he had studied when he’d first agreed to tend to the elven prince. It had been a crash-course in elven reproduction. He remembered there was a spot deep inside male elves that was most sensitive when they were in heat, but could be a source of intense sensation normally. His fingers were surely long enough to reach. He pushed a little deeper, paying attention to the feeling of the elf’s slick walls around his fingertips. When he thought he felt it—just a nub of a slightly different texture than the rest—he curled his fingers to apply more pressure to the spot. Varen cried out before clapping a hand over his own mouth, as if he’d startled himself.
“Oh,fuck,” he panted, eyes somehow even wider. Korik pressed against the spot again, and the elf moaned in response, his cock bucking in Korik’s hand. “Right there, Korik—gods, that feels sogood.”
“Come first,” Korik murmured, his voice low. The words felt humiliating to say out loud, but he was learning to get over it—difficult as it was, the words seemed to bring Varen just as much pleasure. “Then you can have my cock.”
Varen bit his lip, eyes fluttering closed as a strangled sound escaped him. “Fuck. I like this version of you.”
Korik bit back a smile. It didn’t come naturally to him in the least, but his desire for the elf had pushed him far beyond his comfort zone.
He kept stroking and thrusting and pressing. It didn’t take long for Varen’s low moans to rise to a frantic rhythm. Korik could tell he was close, as his breath came faster, and his voice raised in pitch. Varen’s fingers were digging hard into his shoulder, but it didn’t hurt—it made him wish they were closer.
He wanted to kiss Varen. He’d had the urge before, but the elf had never made a move to do so, had even seemed careful to avoid it when they had been doing this before. It had gone unspoken, but it felt too...sweetfor something that was supposed to be casual. But he was making the elf come apart in his hands, in his lap, and he couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward. Before their noses could brush, he dipped his head to press his tusks against the bare expanse of Varen’s throat, his tongue swiping against the warm, damp skin.
Varen shuddered, his hands releasing Korik’s shoulders to grab at the back of his head, fingers running through his hair and along his scalp.
“Don’t stop,” he moaned, and Korik gingerly bit the tender flesh. His hole clenched around Korik’s fingers, his cock pulsing in his hand as he came with a muffled cry and pressed his lips to Korik’s hair. Korik stroked him through it, relishing how the elf whimpered as he squeezed out every drop of come that he could get—his fingers still buried to the knuckle in his asshole. He’d been so powerful, so dominant, and here he was trembling and moaning in Korik’s lap.
His own cock felt like a steel rod, hard and heavy between them. As much as he wanted to pull the elf down onto his cock right then, he was certain that if he did, he’d come within seconds. So he forced himself to breathe deeply and evenly, waiting until Varen’s orgasm faded and he was ready to go again.
The elf’s gasps soon gave way to a bewildered laugh. “Where was this all along?” he asked breathlessly, releasing his hold on Korik’s hair to lean back and look him in the eye. He looked just as undone as Korik had imagined: eyes wide and wild, damp hair streaking across his face, cheeks flushed pink and glistening—maybe with sweat, maybe with tears, maybe just with the condensation of the hot spring.
Korik shrugged, but couldn’t bring himself to look away. Somehow, this was the most beautiful he’d ever seen the elf; and even though it was his cock doing most of the thinking now, he still had enough awareness to recognize that he very much wanted to commit the image to memory.
“This is... different,” he finally offered, unable to come up with any other answer. Varen stared at him for a long moment, still panting.
“I...” he started, then looked away. “I... I like it. I like you like this.”
Korik nodded. He wanted to say,me too,I like you like this—but he couldn’t bring himself to say it. Part of him knew he probably wouldn’t ever get this again.
After a beat, he eased his fingers from Varen’s body and released his spent cock.
“I think you’re ready for me,” he murmured, gripping his own cock at the base. Varen let out another small, bewildered laugh.
“I think so too,” he said, the wide-eyed shock fading back into a darker expression of lust. “Just... let me set the pace, alright?”
“I’m at your mercy,” Korik answered. Varen grinned devilishly back at him, his usual smug self returning all too quickly.
“Ready?” Varen murmured, leaning back to position himself over Korik. The head of his cock brushed against skin, then Varen’s hand gripped him, gently guiding him to the elf’s entrance. It was soft and warm andtight, as the elf gingerly pushed himself down onto Korik, making him stifle a gasp.
“Gods,” Korik panted, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Varen’s thighs. But the elf barely seemed to notice, groaning with effort as he tried to take in more of Korik’s cock. He raised his hips, then pushed them back down. Korik couldn’t stop the moan that escaped him then, and a wicked grin flitted across Varen’s face.
It was all too much—he wasn’t going to last like this. Korik leaned his head back, eyes squeezed close, trying to think of anything but the tight, hot pleasure that had enveloped him. His cock was barely halfway into the elf, but it was more than enough to send him over the edge. He opened his eyes and stared up at the leaves in the trees above them, the hints of a blue winter sky peeking through—tried to focus on the gentle splashing sounds of their movements, rather than the soft moans of exertion and pleasure that came from Varen with every breath, every thrust of his hips.
His eyes watered. It was from looking at the bright sky, he told himself. But emotion swelled in his throat—this would never be enough. If this was all he would ever get from Varen, he would take it, but he couldn’t ignore the feelings that threatened to burst his chest open anymore.
He didn’t want this to just keep warm. He didn’t want Varen to always keep him at arm’s length. He wanted to stay with the elf. He wanted to love him.
Korik squeezed his eyes closed again, an impossible mix of emotion burning in his throat, his chest. How could he have such feelings when, just a few weeks ago, he’d thought that Varen was just another arrogant bastard—one he couldn’t wait to get away from? He had always been alone, had always beenfinebeing alone. How had so much changed so quickly?
His head felt heavy, a warm haze filling his mind. He wanted to lean forward and kiss Varen—to bite into his neck again—to grab him by the hips and pound into him, to chase his orgasm knowing that he would find it in only a few hard, deep thrusts. But he only dug his fingers tighter into Varen’s thighs, spreading him wider—the elf was crying out now, a string of words Korik barely understood spilling from his mouth, and then—
Then Varen’s body was clenching tight around him, squeezing him impossibly as he came again, and Korik could not hold himself at bay any longer. A strangled wail of shock and pain and pleasure ripped from the elf, as Korik thrust up into him, pushing his cock deeper, faster. He leaned forward to bite into Varen’s shoulder to stifle his own moans of ecstasy as he followed the elf over the edge.
“Oh, fuck,” Varen whined, still rocking against him as he came, making his vision go white. “I feel you—I feel you in mybelly.”
His cock pulsed again and again, flooding the elf’s insides with his seed. He could feel it seeping out around him, too much for the elf to contain. He buried his face in the crook of Varen’s shoulder, the damp skin and earthy scent of him flooding Korik’s senses.
For a moment, they were all that existed. The tight heat of Varen’s body surrounding him became the world, the ragged breaths coming from his heaving chest the only noise to fill his ears. Every second of it, every inch of him, burned into Korik’s memory. Nothing else mattered but this—if this was all he would ever get of Varen, he would never forget any piece of it.
