Alwyn huffed in annoyance as Krujha pulled back, repositioning them—then nearly squealed as Krujha pulled his waist up, so his backside was pressed against Krujha’s torso. He was nearly hanging upside down, with only his shoulders pressed against the bed while his legs were hooked over Krujha’s shoulders.
Heat exploded through Alwyn’s body at the humiliating pose. He was completely at the orc’s mercy now, his most tender places mere inches from Krujha’s face. But the orc’s expression was desperately hungry, his eyes locked onto Alwyn’s exposed hole.
“I said I wanted to taste you all over,” he said, dipping his head lower.
Alwyn thought now that he really would burst into flames. He’d been able to bathe when they’d arrived yesterday, and again this morning, of course, but still—had he known the orc’s tongue would be on his asshole today, he might have taken extra care. But Krujha moaned against him, as if he tasted of honey,and pressed his tongue harder until it just breached his slick opening.
“Oh, fuck,” Alwyn moaned, his cock bucking where it dangled against his stomach. No one had ever licked himtherebefore, and Krujha was so much more eager about it than he would have ever imagined. The orc’s stiff cock pressed against his ribs; Alwyn gingerly wrapped his fingers around the length as much as he could, feeling the thickness of it flex against his palm. Krujha groaned in pleasure, and the vibration of his voice against his hole made Alwyn’s breath stutter.
Krujha held him there, licking and sucking the ring of muscle until Alwyn didn’t know how much of the fluid dripping down over his balls was his own slick, and how much was Krujha’s saliva. He felt dizzy, held upside-down like this, the mess of pleasure and desire making him feel like he was floating.
“Krujha,” he whimpered. “You’re going to make me come like this.”
Krujha groaned against him again—then pulled away, making Alwyn hiss with the sudden cool air against his wet, warm skin.
“There’s so much more I want to do to you first,” the orc murmured. Alwyn started to mumble something in reply, but it was lost as Krujha pressed a finger inside him. He was so wet and open from Krujha’s tongue and mouth that the finger pressed all the way to his knuckles with one effortless glide. The moan that burst from Alwyn’s mouth should have been mortifying, as Krujha’s finger moved right over his prostate; but suddenly, all he cared about was gettingmoreof that electrifying sensation.
“Oh, youlovedthat,” Krujha growled, and a second finger pressed in with the first. There was some resistance this time, but it sent pleasure racing through Alwyn’s spine all the same. He fucked Alwyn’s hole with his fingers slowly and leisurely, clearly enjoying the helpless sounds escaping Alwyn’s mouth.
He was going to lose his mind. Precome was pooling on his chest, and his cock was leaking desperately, threatening to burst the moment it was touched.
“Please, Krujha,” he gasped. He was so close, but Krujha’s movements weren’t fast enough, weren’t hard enough, to get him there with his cock untouched like this. But he couldn’t make the words translate from his mind to his mouth, so all that came out was, “Please,please.”
“I like you like this, though,” Krujha murmured, pressing his mouth to Alwyn’s thigh. “You feel so soft and warm against me. I bet you’d be so tight around my cock, wouldn’t you?”
“Krujha,” he moaned, nodding his head. What had seemed so daunting when they’d started all this now set his cock twitching with desire all over again.
“Oh, I’ve neglected this, haven’t I?” Krujha murmured. For a beat, Alwyn was confused. Then his back arched, and he moaned desperately as Krujha used his other hand to guide Alwyn’s straining cock into his mouth.
“Krujha!” he cried, the sensation all too much, as Krujha’s fingers kept pumping into him. “Oh, fuck, I’m close—I’m close.”
His words faded into a desperate whimper as he came, his hips thrusting of their own accord into Krujha’s warm mouth, fucking himself on the orc’s fingers. The orgasm tore through him, every muscle in his body shuddering—so intense it might have frightened him if he’d been able to focus on anything but his cock spurting over and over again, as Krujha’s greedy mouth swallowed him down.
When it finally faded, Alwyn’s head was light and fuzzy. He was vaguely aware of Krujha’s mouth releasing him, fingers slipping out of his hole. Then he was on his back on the bed with Krujha straddling him, and he gasped as Krujha’s erection rubbed against his over-sensitive cock.
“Gods, you’re perfect,” he heard Krujha groaning, as if he were underwater. He lifted one hand to stroke the length now rutting against him, and a ragged laugh came from Krujha’s mouth. “You’re going to make me come so fast, little spitfire.”
“Come on me,” he urged, the words unbidden. He should have been embarrassed, but Krujha groaned as if it were the most arousing thing he could have said. He thrust against Alwyn’s torso a few more times—the puddle of slick and precome that had dripped down onto his torso meant the glide was perfect. The next moment, the orc’s hips stuttered, and he was shooting thick stripes of come up Alwyn’s chest and onto his chin. It only added to the mess of fluid already all over him—marking him, painting him as something that was only Krujha’s.
Alwyn groaned, still stroking the orc’s huge cock and squeezing around the tip, making Krujha gasp and shudder. There was so much of his spend that it pooled past Alwyn’s collarbones and dripped down his shoulders onto the sheets.
When Krujha’s cock finally stopped twitching, they both remained motionless for a long moment, panting for breath. Finally, Alwyn had to break the silence.
“We’ve made a mess,” he said, his voice low and shaky. Krujha let out a single, ragged chuckle, then finally pulled away.
“Stay there,” he said softly. He reached for the other end of the bed to grab the sheet they’d kicked away. “Let me help.”
He gently started wiping Alwyn clean, starting with his chin and moving down the length of his torso. Alwyn grabbed the sheet before he could get between his legs, though—cleaning him there somehow felt far too intimate to allow. Luckily, Krujha didn’t protest; he released the cloth immediately, turning away so Alwyn could finish cleaning himself with some measure of privacy.
When they were both clean and dressed once more, they sat side by side on the edge of the bed. Alwyn stared awkwardlydown at his hands clasped in his lap, wondering what would happen now. This had been the last thing on his mind when he’d agreed to have lunch together, but it had happened all the same. When he risked a glance sidelong at the orc, Krujha shot him a familiar grin.
“Well,” he said, still smiling. “I don’t know about you, but I feel less nervous now.”
Despite himself, Alwyn laughed weakly, shaking his head. It had certainly been a distraction, but now that Krujha had said it, it felt like the spell was broken.
“Perhaps a bit,” he admitted. “But... I don’t know. This new plan is, well, even more dangerous than the first.”
“We’ll have each other,” Krujha said, the laugh gone from his voice now.
