“Yes,” Alwyn said, nodding once. He looked so very serious about it. Krujha felt his heart squeeze all over again, aching with affection and admiration and concern and joy, all at once. He still couldn’t quite understand how the little elf had squirmed his way into his heart, but neither could he deny the warm blossom of emotion that flooded him now. “I’m sure.”
Krujha smiled and tilted his head up to capture Alwyn’s lips with his own. The elf’s fingers dug into the flesh of his shoulders as Krujha kissed him deeply, memorizing the taste of him—the smell of his skin, the feel of his delicate form in his arms. He had come so close to losing this, losinghim. He would never let Alwyn be in such danger ever again.
When they broke the kiss, Alwyn’s eyes were dark with arousal, his lips glistening and slightly parted. His tunic was stillpulled half-open, and Krujha could feel the hard press of the elf’s cock against him. He grinned, and this time Alwyn didn’t look away with a scoff, but offered a nervous smile of his own.
“If you’re sure,” Krujha said softly, his voice rough. “Then I want to make you come first. You always get so wet for me after.”
Alwyn’s face heated again, but he nodded quickly.
“And get these damn winter clothes off,” Krujha added. Alwyn laughed. They undressed as quickly as they could, their layers of clothes crumpled on the ground. Alwyn, naked and shivering, climbed under the blankets as Krujha was finally peeling his trousers off.
“You looked good in those,” he said, eyeing Krujha as he kicked them away. He could only bring himself to laugh.
“They were so tight I was worried I would never get hard again,” he chuckled, climbing into the bed beside him. Alwyn rolled his eyes.
“Obviously, your fear was unfounded,” he muttered, and Krujha laughed again. It faded into a soft sigh of pleasure, though, as Alwyn’s hand touched him there, finding his cock perfectly hard and undamaged. “See?”
“Might need to keep checking,” he murmured. “Just to make sure.”
Alwyn scoffed. “I thought you said you wanted me to come first.”
He grinned. “Ah, that’s right.”
Before Alwyn could give another snarky reply, he was on top of the elf, kissing down the length of his torso. His tongue swiped over the pink buds of his nipples, eliciting a sound halfway between a gasp and a yelp with each pass. Finally, with a needy whine, Alwyn pushed him lower.
Everything about him was so small and delicate. Even the taste of his cock in Krujha’s mouth had a sweetness to it, so different from the salt and musk he had first expected. He could takeAlwyn’s length all the way down, making him gasp and moan as every inch of his cock pressed into Krujha’s mouth. His hands fisted in Krujha’s hair as his mouth slowly moved up and down his length, his tongue pressing harder against the tip to feel the slick fluid that swelled and overflowed there.
He could understand why Alwyn had asked for this, now. Even when he sucked Alwyn’s cock down to the base, some primal urge in Krujha ached for more, frantic with the desire to surround him wholly and bring every part of the elf inside of him. He needed to be more than connected to him, to consume him entirely—until he was part of Alwyn, and Alwyn was part of him.
He had never been close enough with anyone to ever allow himself to fall in love, but somehow Alwyn had snuck through all his defenses. He hadn’t even realized what was happening until he had already fallen too far to ever recover. How could he deny the elf anything he wanted, when he had sliced away so much of Krujha’s heart to claim for himself?
“Krujha,” Alwyn moaned, his breath hitching. Did he even know how completely he had Krujha in his hands? “Fuck, you feel so good.”
The elf’s hips rocked, thrusting himself deeper into Krujha’s mouth. Krujha slid his hand further down, fingers slipping between his buttocks to find his slick entrance. He pressed against the slight resistance there, relishing Alwyn’s faint sigh of pleasure as he slipped through the tight ring of muscle and into his soft channel.
Krujha worked him open with his fingers, keeping Alwyn’s cock in his mouth as he added a second digit. The steady drip of precome on his tongue became a flood as he kept working in and out of his slick hole, stretching him open little by little.
“I’m close,” Alwyn whimpered when he finally felt open enough that Krujha could press a third finger in. He squirmedfrantically under Krujha, but he could effortlessly pin the elf down. “Please, Krujha,please—”
Krujha buried his fingers to the knuckle inside Alwyn’s hole, pressing as far as he could reach, then sucked on his length with renewed fervor, bobbing his head up and down on the elf’s cock. Alwyn’s fingers tightened in his hair, his cries reaching a fever pitch—until finally his cock twitched and flexed against Krujha’s tongue, shooting his release into the back of his throat. Krujha moaned around him, swallowing each spurt, as Alwyn gasped and shuddered with each pulse of his orgasm.
“Oh, fuck,” Alwyn panted when it finally faded away. His eyes were dark and his cheeks were flushed as he looked down at Krujha. “I like seeing you like this—my cock in your mouth. Like I’m the stronger one between us for once.”
Krujha couldn’t stop himself from laughing, finally releasing Alwyn from his mouth. Instead, he laid his head on the elf’s stomach, staring up at him and wondering if the adoration was as obvious on his face as it felt in his heart.
“You have so much power over me,” he breathed, his voice a low rumble. “You have no idea. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, little spitfire.”
Alwyn scoffed, his eyes darting away, clearly embarrassed. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m entirely serious,” Krujha replied. “You could tell me to sleep on the floor like a dog, right now, and I would obey. You could tell me you had to come a hundred times before I could come once, and I would keep your cock in my mouth for days, until I’d swallowed a hundred of your loads. With a smile. Anything,anything,and I would do it.”
A strange mixture of emotions seemed to cross Alwyn’s face all at once—as if he couldn’t decide how Krujha’s words made him feel.
“Well,” he finally stammered, offering Krujha a weak smile again. “Right now I still want you to fuck me, so...”
Krujha’s smile widened. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
He eased his fingers out of Alwyn’s hole and rolled onto his back, pulling the elf up on top of him. When Alwyn settled, straddling his waist, he reached down to finally grip his own cock; it felt like a leaden pipe between his legs, achingly hard and heavy. When he pressed it against Alwyn, the full length of him reached the bottom of Alwyn’s ribcage. He would never fit, he was sure, but he could certainly enjoy the elf’s attempts.
