Color rose in Alwyn’s face again as he looked down at where they were pressed together, Krujha’s cock leaving a wet smear of precome above his navel.
“This way, you’re in control,” Krujha said softly, running his other hand up and down Alwyn’s thigh. “So we can go as slow as you need, and if anything hurts, you can stop right away.”
Alwyn nodded, his eyes still trained down.
“And we don’t have to, if you’ve changed your mind,” Krujha added quickly, but Alwyn quickly shook his head, frowning resolutely.
“I want to,” he said. “Just... I knew you were bigger, but seeing howmuchbigger...”
Krujha smiled faintly. “I want you to feel good, Alwyn, more than anything. And if you do like it, well, then we can work together to find what’s most comfortable, or work up to you taking more.”
“Or maybe I can just fuck you instead,” Alwyn said, and Krujha grinned.
“I wouldn’t be opposed,” he laughed. “Ifmyasshole was self-lubricating, I don’t think it would have even been a discussion.”
Alwyn let out a faint huff of a laugh, but still seemed nervous. Krujha waited, perfectly still, as Alwyn seemed to gather himself, shifting his weight to lean back a bit more, then pushed himselfup onto his knees. He guided his cock under Alwyn, pressing against his backside—when he felt slick warmth on the head, he held himself there, as Alwyn rocked gently against him. Krujha sighed, closing his eyes at the slick glide of his cock along the cleft of his ass, the soft thrill of pleasure, the promise of more. Then Alwyn’s hand was on his cock, too, guiding it back into place, then gently pushing him inside.
There was a slight press of resistance—then wet, warm heat enveloped the head of his cock, and Krujha stifled a groan as Alwyn took him in. He feltperfect.
Alwyn let out a slow, measured breath, then carefully pressed himself a little lower. Krujha bit his lip, closing his eyes—if he watched Alwyn sinking down on his cock, he knew he was going to come near-instantly.
“Are you okay?” Alwyn asked, and Krujha couldn’t stop himself from laughing at the absurdity of Alwyn askinghimthat.
“Oh, yes,” he panted, nodding weakly. “More than okay. I’m trying very hard not to embarrass myself. Usually it takes atleastthree strokes before I come.”
Alwyn paused, then laughed. He pulled back slightly, then pressed down again, the slow glide of skin filling Krujha with so much heat that he thought he might burst. “Is this the power you were talking about?”
“Gods, Alwyn,” he groaned. “I had no idea you could do this to me when I said that. But yes, I suppose you can add the power to make me come on command to the list.”
“On command?” Alwyn repeated, a teasing lilt in his voice. His movements were slow and deliberate, but each time he rocked back against Krujha, he sank back just a little further, his cock pressing just a little deeper into the tight heat surrounding him. “So you won’t come until I say you can?”
“You’re torturing me,” Krujha said. The words came out as a whimper. He could see Alwyn’s cock twitch in response, quickly gaining interest in the situation once again.
“I’ll let you come,” Alwyn teased. “Just not yet.”
Krujha nodded. He felt warm all over, heat prickling his skin, and slick with sweat even though he was motionless under Alwyn. His whole body was quivering with the effort of not thrusting up into that welcoming warmth, burying himself to the hilt and pumping his load as deep into the elf as he could get. As desperately as he didn’t want to hurt Alwyn, the elf was so tight and hot around him he didn’t know long he could resist—or how long he could go without tipping over the edge.
Alwyn pushed down a little more, then a little further—half of Krujha’s cock was pressed inside him when he suddenly froze, eyes widening. “Oh,” he gasped, and Krujha went perfectly still.
“Hurts?” he asked, worry snapping him back to attention. Alwyn grimaced, but shook his head.
“No—well, yes,” he panted. “I don’t know how to describe it. It’s... tight here, but...”
He moved one hand to touch Krujha’s cock right where it disappeared into Alwyn’s body. “But inside—right where you hit me—it feels really good.”
Pleasure coiled deep in Krujha’s belly. “I want you to feel good. Do you think you could come again?”
“Maybe,” Alwyn said, rocking experimentally again. This time he could feel Alwyn shudder around him, squeezing his cock impossibly tighter—they both stifled gasps at the movement. “There—right there.”
Krujha wanted to tell him to keep going, to encourage him to make himself feel good on his cock, but he couldn’t find the words anymore. Every nerve in his body had curled irresistibly toward Alwyn, desperate for more of him. He could only watch, breathless and needy, as Alwyn moved up and down on his cock,finding a careful rhythm that left him moaning each time he sank down onto Krujha’s length.
He wasn’t sure how long they had been like this, Alwyn riding him as if he were only a tool for his own pleasure—when finally, the elf reached between his legs to touch himself, his spent cock now fully hard again.
“Fuck, Alwyn,” Krujha groaned, squeezing himself at the base. Watching Alwyn stroke himself, while his own cock sank in and out of his tight hole, was more than he could take. “I can’t—I’m so close.”
“Come in me,” Alwyn panted, his eyes flickering up to meet Krujha’s.
It was the heady flush on his face that sent Krujha over the edge, his pupils blown wide and dark with desire. Heat flooded him, his cock bucking in his hand, his orgasm tearing through him. He could feel Alwyn pulse around him, wet and hot—could hear him gasping and moaning over the slick sound of him stroking himself to climax.
