“You’re not foolish.”
Orin was so lovely. Tiiran whined louder for him, then shook his head. “I don’t understand. You said… you said I was wrong. But it felt right. Itfeelsright. You didn’t want us both to suck your cock?”
Orin made a noise in his throat, but instead of striking Tiiran, began to pet him again, up between his thighs, then light and maddening behind his balls. Tiiran didn’t know if he should tense or relax, if Orin wanted to make him whine some more.
“Tread carefully, Tiiran,” Orin said at last, after some time of silent, gentle torture. “This involves more than cocks.”
Tiiran agreed, since he did have his backside in the air. “Are you going to fuck me now?”
Orin made that sound again, frustrated possibly. But that was his own fault. Tiiran was here, facedown and ready to be taken, his thoughts already clouding at the edges.
“Did you want to work today or not?” Orin demanded. He continued to touch Tiiran, the tips of his fingers inching ever closer to where Tiiran would like to feel them.
Tiiran scoffed—but quietly. He had worked sick. He could certainly work with a well-used hole.
Probably.
“Are you staying tonight?”
“I can.” Orin sounded calm, but Tiiran’s lower back received another kiss. “You want me to?”
Orin clearly had no idea what he did to Tiiran’s chest. Or didn’t believe it. He talked about Tiiran’s doubt but his was plain too.
Well, plain to Tiiran.
“Yes,” Tiiran said simply. “And alsoYes, Orin. Yes, I do.”
Orin gripped Tiiran’s hips and hauled him back to the edge of the bed until Tiiran could feel Orin’s body heat and his toes brushed the side of one of Orin’s legs. Then Orin slid a hand through Tiiran’s hair.
“You’ll hurt us both, won’t you? But we happen to be those that like that. Honeybee, sweet, with a sting.” He stroked all down Tiiran’s back and sides, over and over, enjoying Tiiran shaking under his hands. “I think you like that too. Or at least, you could find it useful. You like things that are useful. Prettiness is for others but not for you? We should make you see that you are.”
“Make me?” Tiiran echoed, breathing harder although Orin was still only petting him.
“Oh, yes.” Orin’s rumble was delicious. “I earned your trust and I’m not risking that. not even now. But… you want me to.”
“You aren’t scared of my claws, you said,” Tiiran reminded him, moving his cheek back and forth over the blankets as he imagined the forceful tupping he was going to get.
“No. Only of losing you.” Orin’s hands stopped. “You remember me saying that?”
“I remember everything you say,” Tiiran admitted. “I just can’t think about it when you’re near because you’re so much, Orin. Maybe… maybe like I am. Too much?” His insides were writhing and hot. He shivered and squeezed his eyes shut. “Am I?”
“You’re enough to take everything I have and maybe everything Nikoly has too, if we aren’t careful.” Orin tightened his grip, leaving Tiiran to imagine bruises that Nikoly would see and know Orin had had him first. Orin was jealous, in this one way. He worried over Tiiran yet they were the same.
The realization came with a moment of clarity. If he and Orin were the same, at least in some ways, then Orin might not ask for what he wanted either. He could be afraid too.
“Orin.” Tiiran couldn’t raise his voice. “Orin, may I see you? Can I roll over?”
“Game not to your liking?” Orin wondered, releasing him.
“No! No, I…” Tiiran interrupted himself, flopping onto his back with his legs spread awkwardly and his knees bent. Orin was still dressed and exceptionally large from Tiiran’s current perspective. He was also openly concerned that he’d frightened Tiiran.Silly bear, Tiiran thought to himself, fond and happy. “I just want to kiss you first,” he finally remembered to explain.
Orin’s eyebrows went up and down and then up again. “Kiss me just to kiss me? Or are you truly scared?”
Tiiran scoffed without meaning to, then reached up. “Orin.”
He was bracketed by Orin’s arms within a moment, his body covered without being crushed by Orin’s weight.
“Handsome,” Tiiran informed him, scowling only slightly at the healing cut over Orin’s eye. “You are handsome in a less polished way than some, but that’s what I like. I’m not alone in that; Nikoly couldn’t take his eyes from you when he saw you naked. And his pleasure at having your cock in his mouth….”
