“Kind.” Tahlen almost laughed, a harsh sound that gentled when he curled a hand at the back of Zelli’s neck. “Maybe I want that too.”
An animal sound escaped Zelli. He pushed his palms across Tahlen’s bared skin, then finally closed the distance to let his mouth follow. Skin over muscle, hot and pulsing. He tried the flat of his tongue, then the light scrape of a tooth. Tahlen’s hand tightened.
Zelli tried a nipple next, burning for what he must look like, licking and then pressing it between two of his sharpest teeth. Tahlen expelled a breath. Zelli stopped. He flicked a look up to Tahlen’s perfect red mouth and heavy-lidded, shining eyes, and then brought his hand down, as slowly and deliberately as he could with how he was shaking.
Tahlen’s cock jumped against his palm.
Zelli swallowed the spit filling his mouth and the noise trapped in his throat. Tahlen was beautiful, but that wasn’t a strong enough word for him. Zelli exhaled wetly over Tahlen’s ribs and used his teeth again when Tahlen slid his fingers into Zelli’s hair. A brushing touch, then a harder press, until Tahlen’s hipbone offered enough flesh for him tobite.
Tahlen made not a sound this time except to catch his breath, but the twitch against Zelli’s palm said clear enough that Zelli could keep going. He pulled off despite that, wanting to see the red traces of where his teeth had pinched. It would bruise, but bleed only beneath the surface.
Zelli closed his eyes to kiss the spot. “Tahlen,” he whispered dreamily before he looked up. “Soon, I won’t be coherent.” He wasn’t sure he was now. “But you are beautiful.”
Tahlen’s gaze gained more focus. “Then tell me what you want while you can. More of this?” He put his hand carefully over the fading impression of Zelli’s teeth, uncomplaining when Zelli then dragged his hand away so he could see the mark again.
Keeping Tahlen’s hand, Zelli leaned back, grateful the bed was there to keep him up. “I’ve never had anything inside me but my own fingers,” he told Tahlen’s knuckles, then bit them lightly when he could feel his blush even through the fever. “Will you tup me? I’ll beg you for it soon. But I’d like to have you first while I can still think a little.”
He lost his hold on Tahlen’s hand when Tahlen moved in to lift Zelli onto the bed. Confused, then hurt, Zelli watched Tahlen step back and bend down. Tahlen had one boot removed before Zelli realized Tahlen was saying yes. Zelli was halfway to sliding down to the floor to assist Tahlen in undressing when Tahlen took care of that boot too. Tahlen was naked within moments of that.
Zelli stayed right where he was.
He curled his fingers around his cock and opened his legs. Tahlen’s braid fell over his shoulder when Tahlen stood up. It swayed forward when Tahlen leaned over Zelli and pushed Zelli’s hand out of the way so that it was Tahlen stroking him.
“I’ll…” Zelli’s voice rose to the ceiling. He put his hands to Tahlen’s shoulders. “Tahlen, I’ll finish.”
Tahlen was relentless, muscles flexing under Zelli’s hands while Zelli’s cock slid in and out of his fist. He kissed Zelli after Zelli started to rock his hips but then stopped uncertainly. He didn’t urge Zelli’s head back to kiss him deeply the way Zelli had seen others do, but when Zelli slid his fingers into his hair, Tahlen made a small sound. Zelli curled his fingers, pulling and disrupting the braiding, and Tahlen made the sound again. It felteager.
Zelli choked on a cry and got a kiss for that too, warm and slow, both of them panting. “I thought you were going to fuck me. Please. Fuck me, Tahlen,please.” Thatwasa cry, carrying to the door and perhaps into the hall.
Tahlen stopped long enough to tug one of Zelli’s hands down to his hip where the bitten skin radiated heat. He kissed Zelli again, short, carefully gentle kisses that made Zelli want more. Tahlen must have as well, because he kept giving them while urging Zelli onto his back and climbing over him.
“Zelli,” Tahlen breathed, taking his hand from Zelli’s cock at last so he could put his hands on either side of Zelli and lean down to share more kisses that could not go deeper. His braid brushed Zelli’s ribs. Zelli could not feel Tahlen’s weight yet but Tahlen was nearly as hot as Zelli now, his cock hotter than that.
Zelli bent his knees to make room for him. Tahlen wanted this, wantedZelli, and hadn’t meant to deny him. Zelli couldn’t speak to apologize for misunderstanding. He meant to, but then the smooth warmth of Tahlen’s back was his to explore and Tahlen had more kisses for him.
“Zelli,” Tahlen said, more than once, sweet against Zelli’s lips, damp on Zelli’s neck. He curled a hand under Zelli’s hip when Zelli started to move only to stop himself again. He used it to pull their bodies flush.
Zelli was vaguely aware of the draft from the open window. He lifted his hips and shuddered with pleasure when Tahlen responded by pushing down. Zelli slid his hands lower to feel their bodies together.
Tahlen’s eyes met his.
“Zelli.” He kept saying that. Zelli moved against him, watching the changes in Tahlen’s expression, the way his lips slipped apart. “Is this what you need?”
“Beautiful,” Zelli told him. It was all he could seem to say aside from Tahlen’s name. The muscles of Tahlen’s back rippled beneath his palms. Tahlen’s ass made him wish for claws to hold it to him always. He couldn’t do that, or bite, so he arched up for more of Tahlen’s mouth. He wondered how long they had been like this, kissing and then whispering between kisses, then he was kissed again and forgot to wonder.
“Can you still think?” Tahlen murmured. Time must have passed because Zelli’s lips felt plump and buzzing. Tahlen shifted to match Zelli’s movements against him, rolling, insistent pleasure to teach Zelli the rhythm. “Are you with me?”
Zelli’s eyes fluttered shut. He nodded. “There’s oil… somewhere. I started to ready myself. I imagined you.”
Tahlen pushed himself up. Zelli shivered without him close and Tahlen lowered himself to sweep some of Zelli’s hair from his eyes. He ran his fingers down Zelli’s chest, then paused before keeping his fingers on the same path, over Zelli’s stomach to his hip, and then down to the first traces of oil.
“I imagined you,” Zelli said again, tipping his head back. “Like we were today, with your hand on my hip and you behind me.”
Tahlen’s finger slipped inside. He exhaled roughly as if surprised. “Do you want that now?”
Zelli arched up to make that finger go deeper, then shook his head. He opened his eyes to find Tahlen watching him intently. Zelli frowned, struggling to find and use words. “Want you,” he decided on at last. “Do you want me?”
Tahlen’s mouth returned to Zelli’s mouth and then his cheek and his forehead. Zelli was so on fire that Tahlen felt almost cool. He moved over Zelli, withdrawing his finger to do it, but he kissed Zelli when Zelli whined, then turned his head to present his shoulder. “Here,” he murmured, as though giving a gift. After a half a beat’s confusion, Zelli tangled his hands in the thickest portion of Tahlen’s braid and put his mouth to Tahlen’s pretty shoulder and bit down. He squirmed for Tahlen’s heavy breathing, how hot it was between them, then let go.
