"Then don't," Evran says simply, tilting his head back to meet Vaike's eyes. "Don't let me leave. I don't want to go anywhere else."
The look in Vaike's eyes makes Evran's breath catch—heat and tenderness mixed together in a way that makes him feel cherished and desired in equal measure. Then Vaike is kissing him, and Evran finally relaxes completely into it, into this, into the certainty that he's exactly where he belongs.
They move to the bed and Vaike lays him down as gently as possible, having carried him all the way from the door, Evran’slegs wrapped around his waist as they kissed their way through the space. The journey from the door to the bed feels different than it had last night–more charged, more intentional. Despite what had happened that morning, he knows that last night Vaike had only intended to hold him, to make him feel seen, but tonight he knows it’s about more.
Vaike looks down at him with such reverence that it makes Evran’s heart race.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs as he moves forward to kiss every inch of skin he can reach, his hands working to unlace Evran’s shirt with deliberate movements. He pulls the shirt over Evran’s head and follows the path his hands have taken, pressing soft kisses to Evran’s collarbone, the hollow of his throat, the sensitive spot just below his ear that makes him gasp. Each touch is a question, just like it had been that morning, and Evran finds himself answering with soft sounds of encouragement, his body arching into Vaike’s skilled hands.
Vaike kisses his way back to Evran’s mouth and Evran’s hands find their way to Vaike’s shoulders, gripping the fabric of his tunic. The hands on him are gentle and purposeful. One of Vaike’s hands moves to support himself above Evran’s head as he kisses his jaw, while the other moves to gently cup him through his pants, earning a soft groan.
Evran works his hands between them to get Vaike’s tunic off of him. He isn’t wearing anything underneath and Evran’s breath catches at the sight of his bare chest. He’s seen it before–he’s seen Vaike laid bare in front of him and shirtless in the moonlight–but it makes it no less appealing now. His hands immediately reach up to explore the expanse of warm skin.
Vaike moves back down to kiss along Evran’s neck as he works at both of their remaining clothes. The process is unhurried, punctuated by soft touches and whispered endearments. WhenVaike’s mouth finds its way lower, pressing kisses to Evran’s chest and stomach, Evran feels his breath hitch.
“Vaike…please…” he begs brokenly, his back arching against the Warlord’s mouth.
Vaike curses under his breath and curls over Evran, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses over his neck and chest.
“Tell me what you want, my heart,” Vaike murmurs, his teeth closing over a peaked nipple as he gazes up at Evran.
“You. I want you.” Evran gasps, shockwaves of bliss bursting through him with each gentle tug of his skin. He feels a dull flush of heat rise in his cheeks, fighting back the inherent embarrassment that urges him to keep his desires to himself. He knows Vaike deserves to hear him say it. He stares back into those gray eyes, his fingers twisting in the blankets as he exhales shakily. “I…I want you inside me again.”
Those gray eyes seem suddenly depthless, pupils blown wide with lust. Vaike hisses out a curse and catches Evran’s lips with his own.
“Then you will have me,” Vaike promises.
Evran breathes in tightly, moving his hands to grasp onto Vaike’s shoulders. The Warlord reaches over to the nightstand to grab the bottle of oil from before, nudging Evran’s legs a little bit wider as he lowers himself onto him, brushing his nose against Evran’s. Evran feels a slick finger dragging over his skin, pressing softly against the tight ring of muscle, and he arches against it eagerly, his teeth digging into his bottom lip.
“You’re so sensitive,” Vaike whispers, dropping light kisses against Evran’s throat and jaw, his finger still moving in gentle circles. “So beautiful.”
Evran’s breath is punched out of him as the tip of Vaike’s finger slowly slides inside of him, feeling impossibly large even though he knows he’s taken more. He instinctively clenches down on it, his hand flying up to tightly grasp Vaike’s arm.Vaike’s finger feels solid and hot and he wants to press back against it.
“Please,” Evran chokes out, pulling on Vaike’s arm to urge him closer. He bites back a groan as Vaike carefully works his finger further into Evran’s body, failing to keep quiet when the backs of Vaike’s fingers brush against his rim. “Vaike, please.”
Vaike withdraws momentarily before slowly pressing back in with a second digit. Evran’s breath abandons him in a stuttered moan as he bears down on Vaike’s fingers, his other hand clenching tightly into the sheets. Fire licks its way up Evran’s spine as Vaike twists his fingers within him, a dull burn building where Vaike stretches his fingers apart.
“You look so good like this, Evran,” Vaike breathes reverently, pulling his fingers out of Evran almost completely, tugging at the edges of Evran’s rim before sliding back in to the knuckles.
Evran’s eyes burst open when Vaike crooks his fingers, finally brushing against that spot that sends explosions of liquid pleasure coursing through his limbs. Vaike presses in with a third finger and the ache in Evran’s ass sharpens. Slowly the Warlord turns him into a writhing puddle of incoherent moans and cries, fucking his fingers into him and striking that magical spot with devastating frequency.
A litany of curses and pleading pour from Evran’s mouth. He begs for more, begs for Vaike’s cock, begs him to never stop, to fuck him harder–the words running together until they devolve into strings of nonsensical sounds and gasps. He feels the familiar release building deep within him and he clenches down hard on Vaike’s fingers, shuddering violently as another wave of pleasure races through him.
“Vaike–wait–” he begs, his voice hoarse as he fights against the mindless desire to fuck himself down on Vaike’s fingers until he comes. “I need you inside of me.”
“Anything. You can have everything,” Vaike replies, his voice already wrecked as he slips his fingers from Evran’s body. Evan whines pathetically at the loss, too far gone to even care how he sounds.
Vaike strokes himself as he leans forward, propping himself up on one arm as he guides himself towards Evran’s hole. At the first kiss of Vaike’s cock against his skin, a full-body shiver rips along Evran’s limbs. He lets his legs widen, desperately reaching for Vaike as the Warlord presses into him. Evran’s eyes roll back as the sticky head slides past the tight ring of muscle, Vaike slowly inching into him and pushing one of Evran’s legs towards his chest.
“You’re doing so well, Evran,” Vaike whispers as he holds himself over him. “You take me so perfectly.”
“Vaike…” Evran feels like he can’t fill his lungs enough. He pants shallowly, his entire focus on the thick length suddenly inside of him. He wants more, wants everything Vaike will give him. He reaches up, his hand wrapping around the back of Vaike’s neck and tugging him down, a whimper escaping his throat as another inch slides inside. He presses a shaky kiss, then another, against Vaike’s lips, twisting his fingers into his hair.
“Evran, I…” Vaike’s hand drops from Evran’s leg, propping himself up on trembling arms, one on either side of Evran’s shoulders. His hips hitch forward unconsciously, slipping ever so slightly further into Evran’s body. A low heat begins gathering deep within Evran and he leans up, capturing Vaike’s lips in a hard kiss.
“I want all of you,” he manages to say, gazing up at Vaike as he purposefully clenches his muscles down on his cock, a thrill racing through him at the bolt of lust that flashes in Vaike’s eyes.
Vaike bends down and kisses him fiercely as he presses further in, never stopping until his hips rest flush against Evran’s ass. Abreathless laugh stutters past Evran’s lips as he throws his head back against the pillows.
