Lan stopped. Fen gasped and shook his head. “Slower,” he whispered. It fell from him again while his body learned the difference between Lan’s cock and Lan’s fingers. “Slower.”
“Well done, cub. Come here. That’s it,” Lan answered, shaky and quiet, offering kisses until Fen was soothed again. “Now?” He was close to needy and that did something new to Fen, made the tender places fiery bright and left him hungry even though he was filled. “Good cub. Good boy.” Lan messily kissed Fen’s mouth, a distant heat with Fen’s thoughts narrowed to the cock inside him. “Tell me.”
“Lan.” Fen moved his knees up and whimpered for what that did. He nodded. “Yes.”
Lan pulled back to look at Fen, his red face and his tears and his bitten lips, and then reached down to hitch Fen’s hips up and get Fen’s legs around him. Fen shouted, but clenched his thighs before Lan would withdraw again.
“Too good,” he explained distractedly, hoping Lan would understand. “So much. Notstop.Yes.More.”
“More,” Lan echoed breathlessly, moving within Fen again and watching Fen squirm for it. “Push up when I push in,” he growled, “or tell me, and I will hold you down and fuck you.Fuck, cub, look at you. Anything, flower. Only tell me and I will make you take it.”
Fen couldn’t have moved even if he’d wanted to, jerking involuntarily with every shallow thrust. He was full. He couldn’t breathe. It felt so good. “Yes.” Even that was strained. “That. Make me.”
Lan groaned, then rose up to sit on his knees again. He didn’t give Fen a chance to whimper at the distance. He grabbed Fen by his hips and pulled him back onto his cock. He held him there, lifting Fen slightly to fuck into him hard, as though he’d been waiting hours. Or days. Or weeks.
Sounds left Fen, loud and meaningless. His face burned. His cock stirred without stiffening and he left it. He clawed at the ground but there was nothing to hold to. His entire world was Lan and Lan’s heavy praise. “Fuck. Look like…. Fuck, look at me, flower.”
Fen hadn’t known his eyes were closed. They stung as he fluttered them open.
Lan fell back over him, his weight on one hand while he made Fen take his cock. “Cub,” he said urgently, as if there was even more that he wanted.
Fen shut his mouth and bit his lip to keep in his hiccupping gasps and the spit he couldn’t seem to swallow fast enough. He was tupped, fucked, taken. Every movement created a stinging, dragging shock that pushed raw sounds from him. Lan’s hands were bruising. Fen thought bruises would go well with deep blue istin. Then he didn’t think anything.
When Lan finished, pressing impossibly deep before shuddering, Fen dropped his head to the ground. He hadn’t finished again and didn’t care. He was hot inside with Lan’s spend. Lan hadn’t let go of him, or even spoken, not until he finally panted, “Cub.”
“Lan’s cub,” Fen explained, shaking and gulping for air, Lan’s cock still blissfully inside of him.
Lan snarled and sat up, pulling Fen with him and then holding Fen close, Fen half-splayed over his lap. Fen turned his head without thought, accepting more of Lan’s kisses and how Lan slid Fen’s arms over his head for him so that Fen didn’t have to struggle with his bound wrists. Then Fen fell against him, his tired muscles easing to have Lan take his weight.
Lan pressed kisses to Fen’s shoulder and the side of his neck. “Demand what you please,” Lan told him, breathing heavily, his kisses growing fiercer, his fingers tugging on Fen’s hair to bare Fen’s throat to his mouth, “I’ll give it to you.”
“Lan,” Fen answered around a gasp, shuddering for Lan’s fingers passing over him again. He was sore, inside and out. He wanted. But his lips wouldn’t let out ayesor amore. He shook his head and tried again. “Lan.” It was all he managed.
Lan gently shushed him, moving his hands to sweep them up and down Fen’s back to calm the rest of his tremors. “Well done, cub. Well done.”
Fen let his eyes close. The rest of it, the untying of the leather cord, the kisses to his face after he was placed on the bed and tugged Lan around him again, was only more pleasure.
Sixteen
The sun had fully risen when they dressed and emerged from the tent, although the sky above was a light gray. They headed to the stream to wash, their arms full of laundry as well as soap and Lan’s razor.
Fen was quite tired, and except for one or two glances around, kept his gaze on the ground to ensure he wouldn’t trip on his shaky legs. Some of the tents were in the process of being taken down, although most of the people awake were gathered around fires, enjoying their breakfasts.
He and Lan stopped some distance from several other people also using the stream. Lan stripped off his clothes to walk naked into the icy water, pulling the bedsheet with him, but Fen stayed on the bank. He contemplated how he was going to clean the most soiled of the furs while washing his chest and arms but was forced to admit he’d have to step into the stream to get the rest of him. He might as well wash that particular fur at the same time, as long as Lan was around to help him pull it back out of the water if it fell in.
He was about to strip out of the rest of his clothes when Race arrived to greet Lan or consult with him on some issue.
All Race said was, “Lan, there is—oh, I see. Indeed, do I see. Good morning, flower,” he greeted Fen too, who turned to catch Race grinning from ear to ear, then belatedly noticed the handful of Lan’s other friends and advisors behind him.
Lan walked out of the water, leaving the sheet on a rock behind him. He nodded at the others while reaching for the soap.
Race coughed. “I will keep people from this portion of the stream while you two… finish your laundry.” Fen was currently too cold to blush at how Race’s gaze went from the marks all over him to the handprints across Lan’s chest. “Our talk can wait until you’re done.”
“Thank you, Race,” Lan said, as though this was a great favor, which it possibly was.
“Ah,” one of the others said with sudden understanding, “the Bal.”
Fen turned to Lan.
