Need tore through Zelli so fast he was surprised he wasn’t hard again. “Beautiful Tahlen,” he whispered, overwhelmed with the truth of it. He bent a leg for better leverage, to surround Tahlen with his body and keep him warm, and tried to kiss Tahlen as Tahlen had kissed him, careful but hungry. He kept his grip firm and listened to what sounds Tahlen made so he would know what Tahlen liked the most. But it was the press and release of his teeth in Tahlen’s skin that led to the hot spill over his chest.
Something settled into Zelli alongside humming pleasure and the building ache from the fever. It was wild and proud and it made his heart race. Then he turned his head to meet Tahlen’s mouth again, and the bed was warm at his back, and there was nothing else that mattered.
Zelli spilled into Tahlen’s mouth twice, begging the second time to feel Tahlen’s cock move in him again. He wanted it in him forever and told Tahlen so.
“Zelli,” Tahlen begged in return, as though Zelli were a trial and he was not kissing Zelli’s stomach and his balls before taking Zelli’s cock into his throat.
Zelli didn’t know if Tahlen had spent again. He wanted him to. He’d called out for it in a rasping voice until Tahlen gave him the dregs of the cold tea and made him drink it before he used his mouth to make Zelli finish. He wouldn’t let Zelli do the same or even try, even though Tahlen’s hand was tight around the base of his flushed cock and he’d stared at Zelli’s lips while Zelli had pleaded.
He brushed Zelli’s sweaty hair from his forehead. “Not now, Zelli. Later. Later, you can try.”
Zelli was a hungry, hurtful creature and Tahlen should hate him. But Tahlen stroked Zelli’s hair some more and eventually brought Zelli off with his hand and a great deal more oil, and must have thought that was enough to get Zelli to sleep.
For a while, it was.
Zelli woke to Tahlen stoking the fire and immediately slid off the bed and get on his hands and knees on the floor in front of him.
“Please, please, please, Tahlen,” Zelli whined, a nuisance and a pest, and got lifted to the bed for his trouble. He rolled over immediately, legs open so he could try to push his fingers inside.
Tahlen glared at him from far away and then from much closer. He pinned Zelli’s wrists to the bed and grunted when Zelli trembled for it.
“Tahlen.” Zelli stared up at him feverishly, pleased with the sight of naked Tahlen backed by firelight. “Beautiful Tahlen,” he added, because it made Tahlen breathe harder. But at the words, Tahlen released him, giving in with a glower and then a shaky sigh. Zelli was free to wrap his arms around Tahlen’s shoulders and encourage Tahlen to plow deeper, though Tahlen would not. Tahlen fucked him slowly, if not completely gently, his jaw set. His determination was terrible when Zelli wanted him so much.
Zelli moaned until his voice was gone and did his best to keep Tahlen from pulling away. Tahlen fended him off easily, then kissed him and finished again, using his own hand to bring himself off.
Zelli rolled over to sulk. Tahlen curled up along his back to explain himself. He was protecting Zelli as always. He did not want Zelli to hurt too much, to be uncomfortable. He said these things as though they did not make Zelli burn inside, but Zelli sighed and sweated with the heat and didn’t push him away.
The fever in his blood could not keep him from closing his eyes or from pulling Tahlen’s arm around his waist.
“Rest, my beautiful Zelli,” Tahlen whispered between kisses to Zelli’s nape. “You need it.”
Zelli was not beautiful, but he was warm and tired, and nothing could be wrong with Tahlen near.
He settled and rested.
Zelli twitched to wakefulness because it felt like fire all down his back and where his legs pressed together. He was sticky with perspiration and tacky with oil and seed. Heachedagain.
Tahlen was on his back with his eyes closed. Zelli had enough of a mind left to recognize that Tahlen needed to sleep and that Zelli should let him. He did not touch Tahlen, though even in the dying firelight, he could see the pretty mark over Tahlen’s hip from Zelli’s teeth and the disheveled state of Tahlen’s braid. The mess was Zelli’s doing. That was pleasing.
Zelli studied Tahlen’s cock while stroking his own, trying to memorize the sight and the trails of hair down Tahlen’s chest and the darker hair around his prick and on his legs.
“Don’t let me go.” Zelli realized he was shivering, too hot and too cold together. The fire was low, the window open, but he burned. No one else, no matter how agreeable, would be like Tahlen. Zelli did not, would not, want them like he wanted Tahlen. “Please don’t let me go.”
He sighed for the warm arm that curled around his waist and closed his eyes as he was pulled down. Then his eyes shot open when he wasn’t dragged to the bed but instead on top of Tahlen, his back to Tahlen’s chest.
Tahlen ran his hands over him, soothing, sweeping touches at first, and then harder when Zelli began to hitch his hips.
“Zelli…” Tahlen said it like he meant to say more, but stopped and took a hand from Zelli for several long moments. He lazily stroked Zelli’s cock when Zelli complained. When Tahlen brought his other hand back, it was covered in warm, thick oil, and he slipped it between them to where Zelli could feel Tahlen’s cock hardening against him. Tahlen lifted Zelli as he pleased, cupping Zelli’s ass to pull him open, then pushing his fingers inside before Zelli could beg him to.
Zelli begged him anyway, breathless and whining within moments, and Tahlen responded by replacing his fingers with his cock and fucking into him with Zelli on his back and barely able to move unless Tahlen wanted him to. Zelli hadn’t known people could be tupped in this way, helplessly taking each slow thrust. He could not even demand more. He tried, gasping in a hoarse voice, and Tahlen held him tighter and fucked him slower.
Tahlen was strong. Zelli hadn’t considered what that might mean for this. He was even glad; the knowledge would have driven him out of his mind with wanting during every lust-fever he’d ever had.
He whined more, or whimpered, or cried out when Tahlen tugged him down to take all of his cock and Zelli could not move with how full he was.
Tahlen murmured things above Zelli’s ear and eventually brought Zelli off when Zelli had exhausted himself pleading and lost himself to moaning. Tahlen hauled Zelli down against him, bruising and tight and good, and finished hot inside him.
Tahlen groaned for it and Zelli did not object, but Tahlen was frowning when Zelli finally looked at him, as though he had failed in some way even while Zelli was humming happily to feelsatisfiedat last.
