“You feel so good,” Krujha whimpered, his cock still twitching where it was buried inside the elf. He could feel his own seed dripping out around his length as Alwyn kept riding him. “I want to come in you every time. Fuck, you feel incredible. You feel perfect.”
“Krujha,” Alwyn moaned, and his hand stilled between his legs. The elf’s tight channel pulsated around him as he came, making Krujha gasp as the sensation around his own spent cock hovered right on the edge between pleasure and pain. This time, his spend was only a slow drip onto Krujha’s stomach—still, Krujha couldn’t stop himself from swiping up the mess with his fingers and pressing them into his mouth. Alwyn let out a low moan, watching him swallow down everything he’d given.
They stayed like that, panting and sated, for a moment longer, until Krujha could feel his cock starting to grow soft.
“We should clean up,” he offered, his voice coming out a rough rasp. Alwyn nodded quickly, an embarrassed warmth rising in his face again. He started to lift his hips, easing Krujha out of him. “Careful.”
“Oh,” Alwyn hissed as Krujha’s length finally slid free, only for a lewd stream of come to follow him, dripping out onto Krujha’s stomach. “S-Sorry—you came so much.”
Krujha let out a breathless laugh. Satisfied as he was, he was already yearning for more, missing the closeness of feeling Alwyn surrounding him. His physical desire was fading, but that deep urge to consume and be consumed entirely had not lessened at all. “You have no idea how much more I could give you, spitfire.”
***
Krujha collapsed into bed shortly after they had cleaned up, exhausted from the day’s events; but Alwyn hovered around the bed like a timid cat, seemingly unable to decide how to approach or where to settle.
Krujha watched him through one half-lidded eye, remaining motionless, until finally the elf slid into the bed beside him, covering himself with blankets. He lay rigidly on his back for a moment, then Krujha eased closer, resting one arm across Alwyn’s waist.
“Relax now,” he murmured, eyes heavy with sleep. “Just get comfortable.”
“I know how to sleep,” Alwyn whispered. He chuckled. After a moment, Alwyn turned onto his side so he could curl closer to him, nestling in.
Krujha fell into a deep sleep quickly and easily. He had never been one to struggle with sleeping; but ever since they left the rebel camp and Alwyn was recovering from his wounds, he’d slept easier than ever.
In the morning, he woke to find Alwyn was already awake, looking at him from where he lay in the bed. The sun filtering through the window lit his brown eyes to an amber glow. The elf’s expression remained decidedly neutral, but Krujha felt a wide, sleepy smile stretching across his own face.
“Good morning,” he murmured, pulling the elf closer to him.
“Good morning,” Alwyn replied softly, allowing Krujha to hold him tighter. His voice was muffled against his chest. “I didn’t sleep very well.”
“No?” Krujha said, yawning.
“Not like you, clearly,” Alwyn said, stifling a chuckle. He grinned even wider.
“We can stay in bed,” he offered. From the way Alwyn finally pushed against him, though, he figured that was not Alwyn’s intention.
“No, I...” he started, only to trail off. “I’m hungry. Let’s get breakfast.”
There was something on his mind, but it didn’t seem like a good time to prod him into sharing. Besides, most conversations were better over a meal, anyway. So they got up and dressed before heading down to have breakfast on the inn’s ground floor. The elven food was bland to Krujha’s taste, but there was plenty of it: carafes of coffee, tea, and fruit juices; warm vegetable broth with thin slices of mushroom and leeks; rice porridge sweetened with honey and berries; roasted sweet potatoes glistening with butter; fresh rolls of bread and sweet pastries; and finally, a pan sizzling with cured meats doled out generously onto each waiting plate. Krujha piled his own dish high with it all. Alwyn had a lighter meal of just the broth, bread, and sweet potatoes, alongside a steaming cup of tea.
They sat across from each other in a quiet corner of the inn, eating in silence, Alwyn still looking pensive—like he was on theverge of speaking at each moment, so Krujha waited patiently until he decided to say what was on his mind.
“So...” the elf finally started, stirring his tea with a spoon aimlessly. “Had you given more thought to what you were going to do now?”
Krujha raised an eyebrow, surprised this was the topic Alwyn seemed to dwell on.
“Not really,” he said, shrugging. “Mostly, I want to stay with you.”
Color rose in the elf’s cheeks as he glanced away. “I suppose you did say that.”
“And I meant it.”
Alwyn was silent for a moment, his eyes darting around the room. When he spoke again, he ducked his head closer to the table and spoke in a softer voice.
“I... I think we need to leave the city.”
Krujha frowned. “Why?”
“I don’t think we’ll be safe here,” Alwyn replied. “I know the situation with Tessarion is handled, but... He’s not without friends. And whoever takes his place might still... not intend to allow a member of the Order to leave.”
