Krujha
It seemed to Krujha that the worst of the trouble was behind them now that the turmoil over Zesh’s assassination would be pinned on Tessarion, instead of Alwyn. The elf seemed in better spirits, too, as they left the award ceremony. He brought Krujha to his small dormitory, where the rest of his belongings remained. At first, he thought Alwyn planned to stay in his dormitory room until they decided on their next steps, but he seemed to grow nervous the longer he showed Krujha around.
“Can I go with you tonight?” Alwyn asked.
“Of course you can,” he replied, winking at him. Alwyn looked away in a huff, color rising in his face, but he started packing all the same.
Krujha had taken a room earlier that day at an inn nearby, now that Ferym had deemed Alwyn well enough to no longer require his healing. There were a handful of inns in the city advertising rooms that had beds large enough for orcs to lie in comfortably, and Krujha had simply picked the one closest to the healer. As he led Alwyn there, the elf’s good mood seemed to grow more anxious, though he could not determine exactly why.
At the inn, Alwyn stepped into Krujha’s room—then froze, staring at the oversized mattress.
“What?” Krujha teased, closing the door behind him. “Were you expecting a bed all to yourself, greedy thing?”
“N-no,” Alwyn stammered, glowering up at him. “It’s just—I mean...”
He trailed off, but Krujha could see the color rising in his face. For a time, they had slept in the same tent, curled together for warmth. Now, he supposed, there was no such pretense. If they slept in the same bed together, it would be because they wanted to—maybe that was the cause of his nerves. Though Krujha had no doubt of Alwyn’s desire to be with him, the elf still seemed to gather resolve and brace himself for every step forward he took with Krujha.
Not that he minded. If anything, he rather enjoyed coaxing Alwyn more and more out of his shell.
“Oh, I see,” he said in a teasing tone, stepping closer to him. “No, you’re excited to break in such a comfy bed with me, aren’t you?”
Alwyn’s face turned even more pink as he glared up at Krujha again; but he didn’t deny it, stepping away and setting down his things in the far corner of the room.
Krujha pulled off his heavy cloak and unbuttoned his tunic. The formal clothes didn’t quite fit him, so he would be eager to change into something more comfortable—maybe nothing at all, if he was lucky.
“Krujha,” Alwyn blurted out, turning toward him, his eyes still trained on the ground. Krujha paused, waiting for him to continue. “I... There are a lot of things I’m still worried about.”
Krujha paused. Maybe he had misread the situation after all. He stepped closer to Alwyn and peered down into his face, trying to read his expression, but the elf wouldn’t meet his eyes.
“Tell me,” he prompted softly. Alwyn shook his head, brows furrowing.
“Not right now,” he mumbled. “Right now, I just—I want to be distracted.”
Krujha blinked, surprised, then stifled a chuckle.
“I would be happy to distract you,” he replied, and he knelt down in front of the elf. Alwyn sucked in a sharp breath as Krujha pressed his hands to the elf’s chest, unhooking the pin that kept his warm winter cloak around his shoulders. It fell around his feet in a heap, and Krujha’s fingers slipped into the buttons of his tunic next.
“I want to ask for something,” Alwyn said, his voice barely above a whisper, as Krujha’s hands slipped through the opening of his tunic—not quite finding bare skin, but a warm undershirt.
“Anything,” Krujha agreed. With the tunic unbuttoned, he could at least reach the soft, bare skin of Alwyn’s neck. He pressed his lips to it, feeling Alwyn’s pulse quicken against his mouth.
“I want—” Alwyn stammered, his smaller hands gripping Krujha’s shoulders. “I want to—you know.”
“I don’t know,” he replied, laughing against him. “Tell me what you want.”
He could practically feel the embarrassed heat coming off Alwyn’s face as he continued to undress the elf, kissing the bare skin he revealed inch by inch.
“I...” Alwyn forced out. “I want you to be inside me. But—not just your fingers.”
Krujha’s cock had never felt more strangled in his tight trousers. His breath escaped him in a low rumble. He very much wanted the same thing, but—
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he replied, shaking his head. He had imagined the elf speared on his cock more times than he could count now, but it had seemed like something Alwynwas too apprehensive of to ever be in the realm of possibility. Considering their size difference, he couldn’t blame Alwyn for not being interested. And it wasn’t like he hadn’t enjoyed what they had done already—he would have been more than satisfied if that was the extent of it. And, most of all, Alwyn had so recently been terribly injured. He never wanted to be another source of pain to him.
“I’m not hurt anymore,” Alwyn protested. “And… we’ll just go slow. I’ll tell you if it hurts.”
For a moment, Krujha was quiet and still, considering. That Alwyn was asking at all must have meant he truly wanted it, and badly. Much as he didn’t want to hurt the elf, he also did not want to deny him anything he desired. They could at least try; and if it was too much for Alwyn, they could take it back off the table just as easily.
“Are you sure?” Krujha asked, afraid to agree too readily. He met Alwyn’s eyes. The sweet pink flush on his cheeks made him want to kiss the elf all over. Though he was clearly embarrassed, there was no hint of regret or uncertainty in his amber eyes.
