By dawn, Fen had no blushes left in him, or if he did, was too hot to feel them. Any part of him not stained blue might have been flushed pink or red and, if so, he thought only that the sight must please Lan because Lan hadn’t yet tired of it.
The tent was light enough for Fen to make out the swirls in the fur beneath his face and where his tears and drool had left it clumped together. He didn’t know what Lan saw, bent over him, fingers curved inside Fen to drive more whimpers and shudders and seed from him, as if Fen’s spend wasn’t already pooled beneath him.
Fen complained about that, a soft whine for how it felt to lie in the sticky, cooling mess, and Lan lifted Fen’s hips to get Fen back on his knees, kissed Fen’s spine without removing his fingers, and asked, hoarse, “No?” He slid his other hand down to tease Fen’s cock again.
Ati’s gift was a light, sweet-smelling oil, solid until it melted in the heat of Lan’s hands. It soaked into Fen’s skin and still gleamed on the shaft of his cock from how Lan had already stroked him. The stroking now hurt after so much. It also felt good after so much.
Fen’s body burned from the inside out. The thought of more pleasure made his eyes sting and yet he wanted it. He finally rasped, “Slow. Yes, but slow,” and Lan crooked his fingers as he answered, “Good cub.”
He let Fen shudder for that and then said it again. Fen moved his shaky legs to push back onto those fingers and into Lan’s fist, gasping at the arc of pleasure that resulted. His arms wobbled though he tried to straighten them.
“Tired?” Lan wondered, his breath slipping over the damp, slick skin of Fen’s backside. If Lan touched his mouth to Fen again, Fen would collapse back into his mess. He wasn’t sure he cared. Not when he was good and Lan was pleased.
But his arms continued to wobble. His knees were weak. “Lan,” he whispered, not certain what he was asking for.
Lan must have been certain. He hooked an arm beneath Fen’s hips to take Fen’s weight and then started to withdraw his fingers. Fen shook his head fiercely but, with an embarrassingly wet sound, he was suddenly empty.
He should have been able to blush still, he decided, but perhaps he was. Maybe the rest of him was rosy and used and that was what made Lan sweep touches over his thighs and then his backside again before calling Fen, or Fen’s backside,hungry. He teased Fen with his fingertips where Fen already felt hot and open and… and hungry. Just as Lan had said.
Fen sank onto his elbows, leaving the rest of him angled up for Lan’s pleasure, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as he waited.
“Something to ask me, cub?” The question was mean, but Lan worked two of his fingers back inside of Fen and praised Fen for his high whine and then the quiet sigh that followed it. “Do you even know how you look? How you sound? Tired, flower? Tell me.”
“Tired.” Fen couldn’t look back. “More.”
Lan left Fen empty again, but only so he could roll Fen onto his back over a cleaner portion of the fur, taking the time to make sure Fen’s head was pillowed by something soft. He bent Fen’s knees so he could kneel between them, and stared down at Fen with that thoughtful look, as if he still wasn’t satisfied though he had milked pleasure from Fen until Fen had groaned open-mouthed into the fur and spent so much his body still twitched with faint shocks.
Fen couldn’t look away from him or catch his breath. His hands had landed on his upper chest when Lan had turned him, so he lifted them above his head to how they had been when they had started this, shuddering again at how that made Lan touch him, his hands smoothing over the smudged blue handprints across Fen’s shining stomach and down to Fen’s wet, blue-dotted thighs.
“No?” Lan asked again, fingertips hinting at pressing back inside Fen, his mouth lifting at one corner when Fen tossed his head.
He wanted tosee, Lan had said. He hadn’t gotten to last night and he thought Fen was beautiful. “Flower,” he kept saying into Fen’s skin, viciously pleased whenever Fen would cry out or spill more. “Fen-flower.”
“No,” Fen agreed, or disagreed, shaking his head when Lan tried to pull back from him again. “Well done,” he reminded Lan insistently, his voice raw.
“Well done,” Lan praised him instantly, fingers driving Fen’s few remaining thoughts from him. Fen wanted those fingers to be still. He wanted them inside him and Lan happy. He wanted….
“Your cock,” Fen went on, stinging everywhere. He wanted to experience that too. Lan must know it. He must want Fen to ask, or beg. “Please. Take the rest of me, please.”
“Do you know how you look, flower?” Lan demanded, clear enough to possibly be heard by anyone awake outside. “And then you saythatto me.”
“You said you would have it all,” Fen reminded him, his voice still not his own. He parted his legs wider. “Yes. Please. Before it’s finally too much.”
Lan’s mouth moved, forming the wordFuckthough no sound emerged.
“More,” Fen continued, watching Lan watch him, “Yes.”
“I’ve left you sore already,” Lan murmured, but moved one gleaming, oiled hand to the base of his flushed cock to grip it tight. He must want so much.
The hair on his chest had dye in it, though nothing to the marks shaped like Fen’s hands that began near his nipples and moved down. Fen still hadn’t been permitted to touch much more than that. He ached for it, but distantly.
“I’m beautiful?” Fen asked, thoughts drifting to the future when he would taste Lan’s cock if Lan allowed it.
“Yes.” Plain and clear.
“I’m Lan’s cub.” Fen squirmed, still afire inside but needing Lan to know this. “I also want it all.”
Lan moved with a sound that stirred the dogs outside and set some people to calling after them. He was hot and big above Fen, and then hot and big inside him, pushing all the air out of Fen’s shaking body, moans that Fen tried to muffle against Lan’s throat.
