Lan studied Fen intently. “Will you tell me no if you don’t want to continue?”
That did not make sense, though Fen tried to make it make sense before finally frowning. “You want me to?”
Lan didn’t lose his hot, almostmeanexpression, but he also did not kiss Fen again. “Anyone here can tell me no. That includes you. Outside of that holding you ran from, that’s how it is.” Lan’s lip curled in a brief sneer. “How it should be,” he corrected himself. “Especially here, now. You saidshared joy.” When Fen had no response to that, Lan glanced away, then back. “How about this, Fenwit-of-the-North, if you tell meslower, ormore, orno, orstop, I will saywell doneeach time.”
Lan knew Fen’s name, his full name. Of course he did. Fen should have expected it. Fen-wit. Syllables that supposedly meantstrengthor something like it in the old language, but might have been nothing but nonsense by people remembering incorrectly over generations. No one in the holding had thought Fen strong, so his name was almost never Fenwit.
“Well done?” he asked, tender inside as Lan always seemed to leave him. “Even for the no?”
Lan surprised him with a Race-like grin. “Would you like to tupme?”
Fen gave a start. “I wouldn’t know how or be skilled at it,” he answered without thinking, then huffed as he did think about it. He liked the weight of Lan’s limbs over him and wanted more or it. He had no desire to press Lan to anything. “No.”
Lan gave Fen’s wrist a squeeze before leaning in to speak against his mouth. “Well done.”
The sound that filled the tent was a whine and it came from Fen. “But youwilltup me?” he demanded at last, blushing but hungry.
“Eventually,” Lan promised, then lifted Fen to kiss him again. His hands fell lower, hitching Fen up and taking handfuls of his backside. Fen hoped impressions of Lan’s hands would remain there for days.
He tried to return deeper kisses and shift closer to Lan’s body, so lost to the sensation that he scarcely noticed he was being moved until he felt fur at his back. He stopped for breath, looking up to the ceiling of the tent and the low, flickering candle before Lan moved on top of him.
Kissing could be done horizontally as well, though it felt different this way, his mouth open, his legs spread, Lan’s cock hot against him after Lan shoved his pants down and out of the way. Lan placed Fen’s hands on his shoulders and snarled for Fen to be patient when Fen tried to pet him elsewhere, but accepted Fen’s touch over his shoulder blades and the back of his neck. Fen also got to sink his fingers into Lan’s hair, which was soft.
He had no desire to ask why Lan didn’t want touches elsewhere, though he thought he should. He wanted to touch Lan in all manner of ways, but he discovered he wanted Lan to growl and huff more, and pin him down with his weight and show him more ways to kiss. Maybe that was why Lan was so insistent; he wanted that too.
Fen’s fingernails scratched when he curled his fingers after a particularly slow, deep kiss. He tugged and pulled at Lan’s hair, loosening the bit of cord securing the knot. Lan kissed him with their mouths open and their breathing heavy and loud. He drew his hands over Fen’s skin through the faint lawyer of sweat, as though Fen hadn’t been cold in some time.
He thought he held Lan’s hair too tightly, but he had to cling to something after so much open-mouthed kissing, to steady him as he drifted and remind him that he was more than a mouth to be taken.
Then he thought that being taken was all he had ever wanted, and it felt good, so he let his hands fall to Lan’s shoulders again. “Lan,” he said it whenever he had breath, his lips tingling, his mouth something new. Lan kissed him in answer every time, and ran his hands through the istin powder again and again before he would drag them down Fen’s sides or over his thighs. He sputtered once against Fen’s neck, not pleased with the taste of the dye, which Fen hadn’t thought of, but went back to kissing Fen’s mouth while Fen writhed against him.
The laugh burst from Fen with no warning at the brush of Lan’s fingers along the pit of his arm.
Fen froze.
Lan raised his head.
“I didn’t know youcouldlaugh,” Lan said before Fen could apologize and brushed his fingers in the same place to draw out another startled giggle.
When his second laugh faded, Fen gazed at Lan with wide eyes.
“I… like that,” he decided aloud, surprised, “but not now?” He didn’t intend it as a question, but regardless it earned him a kiss that made his insides tremble.
“Well done, cub.” A whisper against his mouth, followed by another kiss, slower than the first.
Fen smoothed his palms restlessly over Lan’s shoulders and bent his knees to curl around his broader body. “Good boy,” he said in case Lan had forgotten, “please.”
He didn’t know what happened, how Lan moved him. He was suddenly down on the bed beneath Lan, his face against the pillow and the rest of him pinned beneath Lan’s weight, as though Lan wanted that like Fen did. He slid his hands over Fen’s hips and lifted them, then wrapped one hand around Fen’s cock.
“Good boy,” Lan growled softly against Fen’s nape, kissing that too when Fen could not stop shaking. “Good cub. Is this what you thought of?” He gripped Fen’s cock firmly and began to stroke it as furiously as Fen did in the dark of the woods while thinking of Lan, as though he knew.
Fen bent his head and shuddered as he admitted to it. “Yes, Lan. Please.”
Lan’s teeth were sharp, his tongue wet. “Fuck, flower. This is done beneath blankets. You could have stayed. A whisper, and I’d have had you.”
The idea was unbearable. Fen spilled for him with a cry that the pillow did not entirely muffle and then was left to moan pitifully when Lan did not stop his hand until Fen was fully spent. He was still shivering and gasping for air when Lan turned him onto his back once more to thrust into the seed and blue marks of joy covering Fen’s chest and stomach, holding Fen tightly to the bed totakeagain.
Fen wrapped his arms around Lan to pull him down and close, and kept his face up for more kisses. The kisses were distracted but good too. All of it was good, and Fen had no way to share that with Lan except to thank him, whispering it when Lan finally caught his breath and Lan’s spend dripped slowly over Fen’s ribs to the bed beneath them.
