He couldn’t finish, the thought of Eft leaving —leaving— sending more horrible convulsions to his stomach. But bless Eft, the magic was already there again, knowing him too well, seeing him, saving him.
“Was thinking I’d rather stay,” Eft whispered now, so soft, his eyes shifting on Kesst’s. “You see, there’s this stunning,stórglæsilegurorc here. And he’s so quick and clever, he makes me laugh, he makes everything feel lighter and easier. And he’s so generous and open-hearted, he’s never held my fool mouth against me, even when I damn well deserve it. And he’s a brilliant cook and an even better lover, and he keeps saying all these unthinkable things he wants to do to me, and I” — he hesitated, drew in an unsteady breath — “I can’t leave you, Kesst. You’ve been a marvel, and such a gift, and I’m so, so sorry I hurt you with all this. I love you.Ég elska þig.”
Kesst’s smile was trembling on his lips, his hands trembling on Eft’s back, his hair. “You don’t know that,” he breathed. “You can’t, Eft. It’s only been —”
“Long enough,” Eft cut in, quiet but firm, while that familiar stubbornness studded into his scent, his eyes, his mouth. “I’ve made up my mind, all right? And that’s not changing. Not unless you say no.”
Oh. And despite everything, despite all the possible questions and protests Kesst could have attempted, he found himself swallowing, holding Eft’s stubborn gaze. Letting himself sink into the impossible possibility of it, even just for a moment.
“You know I’d never say no,” Kesst finally whispered, as his quivering hands kept distantly caressing, wandering as they willed. “You know I’ve been hopelessly attached to you ever since you carried me home. Told me you wouldn’t toss me in the thicket. And that you didn’t want any sons.”
Eft huffed a choked-sounding laugh, shaking his head against Kesst’s hands. “The sons, huh?” he said, so soft. “Didn’t realize that was a factor in the slightest.”
Kesst’s hands were stroking against Eft’s scarred cheeks, up to the tips of his ears, deep into his hair against his scalp. Still in its braid, always in its braid, and Kesst’s fingers were pulling it out, because maybe he could, he could. “Of course it was,” he said thickly. “I mean, it’s not that I don’tlikeorclings, I’d happily be an uncle or something — but I don’t want tohaveone. Don’t want to share you with one. I want you to just want…me.”
It sounded appallingly selfish, and surely now Eft would pull away, he’d realize his ghastly mistake. And it would feel even worse now, because Kesst had finished pulling out Eft’s braid, and his waves of silken black hair had fallen around his face, flooding Kesst with more of his succulent scent, more of his dark beautiful safety. Gods, he was the most gorgeous orc Kesst had ever seen in his life, and he was nearly whimpering at the sight of it, here, nearly within his grasp…
“Just you,” came Eft’s voice, sending a deep, thundering thrill up the full length of Kesst’s body. A thrill that was instantly chased by a stunning sweep of Eft’s magic, following it, resonating out against it in strange, shimmering harmony.Just you.
And it almost felt like it was… changing Kesst. Remaking him. Transforming him into something he couldn’t ever remember being before, something bright and bare and true. Something wanted, trusted, honoured. Something… safe.
And it was filling Kesst, it was flooding him to his bones, to his heart. And there was only one part missing, one last crucial bit left, and Kesst abruptly gripped Eft with his arms and legs, and rolled him over onto his back. Sprawling him wide on the bed, his hair a black halo around his head, his tooth already biting at his lip. Wanting this, Eft wanted him, and Kesst sat up over him with smooth, easy gracefulness, and felt his mouth curve into a slow, genuine smile.
“Then show me, love,” he murmured. “And fill me with you, until I damn wellburst.”
19
Eft’s shudder was hard, wrenching, and thoroughly gratifying, rippling all the way through his sprawled body. His muscles taut and hungry, his glorious prick already straining against his trousers, pulsing up between Kesst’s bared, spread legs. And his scent was pure barrelling hunger, ready to drive deep into Kesst, to make him his, once and for all.
But Eft’s shaky hand had come to Kesst’s knee, squeezing with both a flare of magic, and a gentle bite of claws. Dragging Kesst to sudden, breathless stillness upon him, a hint of the old uncertainty rising, returning…
“You’re — sure,” Eft’s voice croaked, his breaths panting. “Sureyou want it. No pretending. No exaggerating. No doing something because you think it’s whatIwant.”
Kesst felt himself grimace, because yes, he’d probably deserved that — but he held Eft’s eyes as he slowly, purposefully dropped his hand to his own groin, stroking up the full length of his rock-hard, already-dripping prick. “I want it,” he whispered back, as he squeezed out a thick bead of seed, and then another. Felt it drop and dangle, longer and longer, until it caught on the skin of Eft’s bare torso. Connecting them, binding them, in a sweet-scented string of white.
“I want it,” Kesst said again, stronger this time, as he stroked up harder, thickened that liquid touch. “I always have, you know. Because I’m a —”
Eft’s eyes — which had been very intent on what Kesst was doing — had flashed upwards to his face, matched by another meaningful flare of magic into his knee. And Kesst felt his throat swallow, his mouth giving a rueful, affectionate little smile.
“Because I’m yours,” he said softly, and that still felt true, it was. “Need to make it real. Need to feel you inside me.”
Eft audibly gulped, his eyes fluttering hard, and Kesst’s smile felt even warmer, brighter, as he dropped his other hand to Eft’s trousers, yanking them downwards. Releasing that long, hungry, stunning cock, with Kesst’s scent still so fresh and powerful upon it.
Gods, it was gorgeous, it was perfection,hewas perfection. And Kesst should take his good time with this, he should take Eft apart piece by piece under his touch… but his mouth was dry, his head was spinning, the craving slamming so hard he felt faint. He needed this. Needed this so damned much. Now.
“Need you inside me,” he gulped at Eft, or perhaps pleaded. “More than anything, Eft. Need you to impale me on you, and flood me so full of your seed, it’s coming up out mythroat.”
Eft’s guttural moan sounded just as frantic as Kesst felt, that hard length already bobbing upwards, brushing Kesst’s hanging bollocks. And suddenly they were both scrabbling, Kesst shifting up and forward, Eft taking his prick in hand, and guiding it up. His other hand catching on Kesst’s hip, Kesst’s hands gripping back against Eft’s thighs as he arched and opened himself, relaxed himself, lowered down, down…
Fuck. Fuck. Eft’s hard, tapered tip was already there, just there, just where Kesst most craved it. And like the ever-obliging gift it was, it was already slick and slippery, already pulsing out more sweet fluid against Kesst’s desperately gripping puckered heat. Priming Kesst for this, preparing him, while Kesst just perched there atop it, his head thrown back, his entire body shuddering as he clamped and kissed and felt it, hungry and greedy and brazen.
Eft’s groan had deepened into a sustained growl, his wide eyes held to the sight. To how he wasn’t yet in at all, to how Kesst was just tasting his slick head like he hadn’t the slightest sweet clue how to do this. And suddenly there was the burning, blazing need to show Eft, to prove this to him, he wouldn’t regret this, he wouldn’t…
So Kesst took a breath, tossed his hair back — and then opened wide, and bore down. Taking that slick, solid length inside him, breath by breath, oh, oh. And Eft was crying out, his entire body curling up on the bed, and the feel of it, inside him, Eft was inside him, opening him, piercing him, splitting him apart —
And Kesst had wanted to take him all the way at once, had wanted to show him that, had needed to flaunt that — but he’d somehow stopped, writhing and shivering all over, hovering up over Eft’s also-shuddering body, with Eft stuck halfway up inside him, already everywhere, already way too much. And fuck, this was ridiculous, this was shameful, Kesst couldn’t breathe, why couldn’t he breathe —
“Hey,” Eft croaked, a flare of magic firing into where his hand was still gripped to Kesst’s hip — and oh that was too much too, convulsing Kesst even harder, prickling wetness behind his eyes. But his eyes had indeed found Eft’s, found them urgent and glimmering on his, as Eft’s other shaky hand slipped to Kesst’s bare abdomen, and spread wide.
