He hadn’t pushed the magic this time, just letting it curl out around the words as it wished — but Eft’s watching eyes were already looking rather more dazed than before. So as a precaution, Kesst dropped a hand to spread against Eft’s arm on his bloody chest, where he could taste his magic still working deep inside, thank the gods.
“But in the heavens,” Kesst continued, “the gods finally saw the mortal’s plight, and heard his pleas. And in their benevolence, they sent an angel to meet him. To shine a light in his darkness.”
Eft’s eyes were still watching, his magic still working, so Kesst kept speaking, attempting another smile toward Eft’s face. “But upon their first meeting,” he murmured, “the mortal greatly feared the angel, and his light. It showed how the darkness was not only all around him, but it had crept inside him. It tainted and corrupted him. It made him weak and afraid.”
And perhaps Eft wasn’t quite as caught in the tale as Kesst had thought, because his bottom lip was jutting out again, that familiar stubbornness skidding into his scent — and Kesst huffed a laugh as he shook his head, and took the liberty of brushing his thumb against that pouting mouth.
“But the angel was not so easily defeated,” he murmured, as he let his thumb linger, feeling the warmth of Eft’s breath, the surprising softness of his lips. “He faced the mortal with his iron will, and his great power, and his unspeakable pleasures. Gaining the mortal’s trust, and drawing him ever closer, until…”
Eft’s unblinking eyes were decidedly rapt now, his magic stuttering as it actually flooded stronger, and as the pain in his scent faded further still. As if Kesst’s silly little tale truly was helping him, distracting him, and suddenly there was nothing more crucial than keeping Eft’s eyes on him like this, tasting that magic pouring, working,saving.
“Until the mortal was wholly enthralled,” he breathed, “and longed to spend all his days on his knees, deep in worship at the angel’s feet. And he dreamt of the day the angel would grant him leave to taste all the fullness of his sweet bounty, and to drink until he was fat and content.”
His thumb was still brushing Eft’s lips, his fingers now slightly stroking at Eft’s scarred cheek. Feeling how Eft’s unsteady breath exhaled against his palm, how the warmth seemed to deepen beneath his touch. How the pain had faded a little further still, lost in this, inhim.
“And then what?” Eft whispered, into Kesst’s thumb. “What happened next?”
Kesst felt his smile pulling at his mouth, so slow, so affectionate, sorelieved. “You tell me, love,” he murmured back. “Would the angel grant his worshipper such a gift? Allow him to kneel, and drink as he pleases?”
And oh, Eft was nodding. Saying yes. His eyes still rapt on Kesst’s face, his tongue briefly brushing against Kesst’s still-stroking touch.
“Hell, yes,” he breathed. “Yes, Kesst. Drink me.”
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Drink me.
A furious shiver shot up Kesst’s spine, choking a gasp from his throat. Eft wanted that. Wantedhim.
But once again, Eft’s breath shuddered and exhaled, his dazed eyes refocusing on Kesst’s face. “But only,” he whispered, “if you really want it. If you —”
But Kesst was sliding his whole hand up to cover Eft’s mouth, now, his own mouth pulling into a tenuous little smile. “Of course I want it,” he whispered back. “Want anything you’ll give me, love. Just as long as you keep on healing like that.”
Eft’s eyes shifted, settled, his breath again exhaling, his magic shuddering out even stronger than before. And with it, Kesst could also feel an unmistakable swelling beneath Eft’s trousers, jutting up between his own parted legs. Hard for him. Wanting him. Wanting Kesst to taste him.
Kesst drew in a shaky breath — gods, was henervous? — and slowly, carefully, dropped his trembling hands down to Eft’s waist. Just brushing over his bloody tunic, while watching for any hint of new pain in Eft’s eyes — but they only kept blinking back toward him, focused, intent, almost reverent.
So Kesst shifted himself further downwards, let his fingers spread wider, lower, toward Eft’s trousers. Skittering a little as they nudged against that hardness, felt it nudge back up against him. Felt how it was — it was —
Wait. What? Thehell?
Kesst twitched and stilled all over, his eyes dropping to the bulge beneath his hand, while another furious flaring shiver chased up his spine. Because gods, this… this couldn’t be it. This couldn’t be real. Eft could not be the most well-hung orc he’d ever met in his life, this wasnot happening…
He shot an accusing look up at Eft’s face, at where Eft was now looking almostamused, damn the devious bastard. And suddenly Kesst needed to see this, to disprove this, there was no way,none, and his hands were desperately pulling at the trousers’ waist, yanking them downwards, and…
Well, fuck.Fuck. Because there, lying with breathtaking casualness against Eft’s belly, was quite possibly the most perfect, most magnificent prick Kesst had ever seen in his life. It was shockingly long, surpassing even Simon’s — but unlike Simon’s, it was slimmer and smoother, jutting out straight and strong from the soft nest of black curls at its base, until it tapered into an elegant, already-slick grey tip. Gods, it would feel so good, it would be such a joy to ride, it would ease so smoothly into you, and then sweetly, stubbornly annihilate you.
And most devastating of all, there wasn’t a single damned scent upon it. It had never,everbeen touched before, by another orc or a human. And Kesst was about to taste it? To cover this impossible marvel with his scent, and hisalone?!
Kesst truly could not move, and he only distantly noticed that his mouth had fallen open, and a desperate, guttural moan had escaped from his throat. At least, until Eft — the wounded deviouscheat— huffed a sound that might have been a laugh.Laughingat Kesst, over this, and Kesst’s eyes darting upwards found Eft indeed still looking amused, and maybe a little sheepish, too.
“You didnot,” Kesst managed, through his tangled tongue, “tell me about this!”
His voice sounded quite frankly accusing, enough that he gave a belated wince — but Eft was actually shrugging, and twitching a shy little smile toward him. “Didn’t want to get my hopes up,” he replied, husky and low. “And wanted you to likeme.”
To like him, and not just his cock. As ifnot liking Eftwas something Kesst would ever have been able to accomplish, ever, and here was the stunning realization that he liked Eft more than he’d ever liked anyone else in his life, excepting his mother. And now that person —thisperson — was walking around withthisdown his trousers?!
“You devious deceitfulmenace,” Kesst croaked, shaking his head. “Of course I’d still like you, no matter what you had down here. But this” — his eyes dropped again, drinking up the sight with blatant, breathless reverence — “this issucha brilliant bonus, Eft. Good gods above, it’s exactly what I like. More than Skald’s. More than Grim’s. More thanSimon’s.”
