Almost as if Vaike can read his mind, he changes the angle of his hips, somehow sinking even deeper into Evran, fucking into him with forceful, unremitting thrusts that Evra feels in the back of his throat. Each strike against Evran’s nerves is deadly precise, a numbing rhythm that makes Evran’s spine bow taut and fierce, making him want to positively scream, and he can almost feel the smug, filthy grin that Vaike presses into Evran’s shoulder.
“You’re so good for me, Evran,” Vaike tells him, fingers digging into his hips. “Like you were made for me.”
The incessant friction from the sheets rubbing against Evran’s trapped, leaking cock makes his eyes roll back in his skull, and he seizes his bottom lip between dull teeth, gnawing at the chapped flesh until he tastes the coppery bitterness of blood. Arching his spine sharply, needing to get closer, Evran rolls back onto Vaike’s dick with frantic heat coursing through his veins, encouraging Vaike with his body rather than his words to fuck him harder.
“Vaike, please,” Evran begs through the needy whine lodged in his throat. He feels like is on the verge of combusting. “Come inside me, fuck me–”
“Fuck, Evran,” Vaike gasps, snapping his hips harder and harder into him, his once masterful, meticulous pace diminishing into a faltering and erratic rhythm as harsh fingers pinch heated indents into Evran’s skin.
“You fill me up so good,” Evran starts, shuddering softly as he feels the tell-tale signs of his own orgasm approaching; theraging fire in his gut threatening to consume him. “I love how you fuck me so hard, so deep–”
Vaike swears into the damp skin of Evran’s neck, harsh and breathless. “You’re incredible,” he whispers, sweet tenderness adhering to each word. It’s a glaring contrast to the noisy echoes of skin smacking against skin, to the solid sounds of Vaike slamming furiously into Evran. “Evran–”
When Vaike secures the scorching flesh of Evran’s shoulder between his teeth, and the bruising assault on his prostate becomes too much, Evran is utterly helpless to hold back any longer. Fat, glistening ropes of come shoot across the sheets as Evran yells bright and sharp into the sweat-damp material beneath his face, his vision turning grey and hazy around the edges. His stomach tightens and clenches like a vice, the devastating blaze engulfing him finally breaking free and that blinding pleasure surging through his body, leaving Evran rasping for breath and his limbs convulsing with lingering tendrils of heat.
At some point during the distinct buzzing in his ears and the delicate tremors racking his body, Evran feels Vaike’s hips stutter and with one final, merciless thrust, Vaike finally comes. He seems to expand inside Evran, his cock pulsing hot and fast as he paints his walls with glossy ribbons of his come. Vaike trembles above Evran, his straining biceps slowly giving out and he collapses with a satisfied huff onto Evran’s back.
After what feels like hours–although in reality it is only a few minutes–of peaceful bliss, Vaike carefully slides out. The smattering of seconds afterwards are accompanied by gentle, saccharine kisses branded into Evran’s neck and across his shoulders.
Evran rolls over onto his back, feeling utterly serene and content as he tucks himself soundly into the curve of Vaike’sside, too lazy to do anything but gaze at Vaike as warm, lustrous beams of light spill over his face.
Tangling their legs together, Evran ducks his head slightly into the shadows of Vaike’s arm as his lover continues to look right back at him with a stunned sense of awe burning brilliantly in his eyes. Vaike drags languid, soothing patterns over Evran’s sweat-damp scalp with comforting nails, curling his body further around Evran’s. Evran absolutely refuses to move, the thought unfathomable as Vaike’s kisses taste so sweet and rich.
They lie there for a while longer, just holding each other in the growing light, until duty eventually calls. Vaike has meetings with clan leaders, and Evran promised Aether he'd spend the morning learning more advanced weaving techniques now that the farming season has ended.
Parting is harder than it should be. Every time Evran moves to leave, Vaike pulls him back for one more kiss, until Evran has to physically push himself away before they spend the entire day in bed.
"Tonight?" Vaike asks as Evran finally makes it to the door.
"Tonight," Evran confirms, warmth flooding through him at the promise of more time together.
The weaving terrace has been moved indoors now that the weather has turned properly cold. Aether has set up her looms in a warm workshop space with large windows that let in plenty of light, and several other weavers work nearby at their own projects. The air is filled with the rhythmic sound of shuttles and the comfortable murmur of conversation.
"There you are!" Aether greets him with a bright smile when he arrives. "I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about our lesson."
"Sorry I'm late," Evran says, unable to keep the smile off his face. "I... overslept."
Something in his expression must give him away, because Aether's eyes sharpen with interest. She gestures him over to the loom she's prepared for his lesson—a smaller one set up with a pattern she's going to teach him—but her attention is clearly more focused on him than the equipment.
"You look different today," she observes as he settles onto the stool beside her. "Happier. More... settled, somehow."
Evran can feel heat creeping up his neck. He focuses on the loom, examining the threads already set up, trying to appear casual. "I'm just in a good mood. It's a nice day."
"Mmhmm." Aether's tone makes it clear she doesn't believe him for a second. "And this good mood wouldn't have anything to do with a certain conversation we had last night? About being direct about what you want?"
The flush deepens. Evran glances around, making sure no one else is close enough to overhear, then looks back at Aether to find her watching him with barely contained delight.
"I might have taken your advice," he admits quietly.
Aether's eyes go wide. "You didn't."
"I did."
"And?" She leans forward eagerly, abandoning all pretense of starting the weaving lesson. "What happened? How did it go? Don't leave me in suspense!"
Evran's face must be bright red now, but he can't help the smile that spreads across his face. "It went... really well."
"Really well," Aether repeats, then studies his expression more closely. Her own face transforms into a smile so bright it's almost blinding. "Oh my gods. Really well. Evran!"
