“D-Don’t stop,” the elf managed to gasp, even as his thighs trembled against Adrissu’s. “Please—don’t stop—I need you—come inside me.”
“I will, sweet boy,” Adrissu groaned, closing his eyes. His pace so far had been rhythmic and even, but now it started to stutter, growing frantic as he drew nearer to the edge. “I want to feel you come again first, though, can you do that for me?”
Braern groaned, and Adrissu could feel his hesitance. He had come a third time so easily, even before his heat had fully begun, but now he seemed uncertain. Adrissu pulled his hair harder, leaning down as he did, so his mouth was right against Braern’s ear.
“Don’t you want me to come inside you?” he murmured. Braern whimpered, shuddering against him. “Don’t you want to come again for me?”
“Touch me,” Braern gasped. Wordlessly, Adrissu obeyed, releasing his hold on the elf’s hair and skimming his fingertips along the length of his spine before reaching down to grasp his cock. Braern grunted and shifted his hips to rut into Adrissu’s hand, gasping as the angle that Adrissu entered him shifted along with them. “T-There, right there.”
“I feel you,” Adrissu panted, stroking him roughly in time with his short, hard thrusts. The front of his thighs felt slippery against Braern’s—coated with the slick that was still leaking steadily from him. “Gods, you feel so good.”
“I can’t—I can’t,” Braern said. There was an anguished edge to his voice, as if he could not bear the thought that Adrissu would not come if he didn’t first.
“You don’t want me to come inside you?” Adrissu teased.
“Please,” Braern begged him. As much as he enjoyed teasing him, having Braern beg was going straight to his cock.
“Then hold still,” Adrissu said, gripping Braern’s hips tighter and fucking him harder; the lewd sound of his thighs slapping against Braern’s ass nearly drowning out the elf’s cries. “Fuck—I’m close.”
“Please,” Braern begged again, pushing his hips back to meet each of Adrissu’s thrusts. “Please, Adrissu, please.”
It was more than he could bear. His orgasm came rushing over him too quick to stop, and his hips stuttered and stilled as he buried himself as deeply as he could.
“Yes,” he felt more than heard Braern gasping, his cock twitching in his hand. “Gods, yes,yes—”
Braern came as Adrissu filled him, which sent another bolt of pleasure shooting up his spine and through his cock. Panting, he leaned heavily against Braern, whose limbs trembled as he struggled to stay on his hands and knees.
“You’ve been bad,” he sighed, though he ran his fingernails up and down Braern’s back as he said it. “Told you you had to come first.”
“Sorry,” he panted, his words slurring. Slowly, Adrissu leaned back, easing out of him—Braern followed rapidly. “N-No!” he whined, trying to keep Adrissu inside him. He grabbed Braern’s hips to still him as he pulled all the way out, a thick rivulet of his come mixed with Braern’s lubrication dripping down his cock as he did.
“You have to rest,” he said, even as Braern whimpered and tried to back himself up against Adrissu again. “Let’s clean you up, alright?”
Adrissu thought he might still resist, stubborn as he was. However, after only a moment of sulky silence, Braern obeyed: he waited as Adrissu went to clean himself, then allowed Adrissu to wipe him clean with a damp cloth.
“Drink,” Adrissu said, pushing a cup of water into his hands. Braern’s face was flushed, but his eyes seemed brighter and more alert now.
“You don’t have to boss me around,” Braern muttered, but he took the water and drank it anyway. Adrissu grinned down at him.
“I think I like this,” he murmured, running his hand through the elf’s hair, damp with sweat along his hairline. Braern grumbled, but leaned into the touch. Neither had bothered with clothes; the elf’s cock was still hard and ready between his legs, though his half-lidded eyes and sweat-dampened face made him look exhausted.
“I hate it,” Braern muttered, setting down the now-empty cup.
“Try to rest,” Adrissu said, pushing him back to lay on the bed. “You’ll feel better when you sleep.”
Braern grumbled, but closed his eyes. His mutterings trailed off quickly; he must have been just as exhausted as he looked.
Adrissu looked down at him until he was sure that the elf was truly asleep, then leaned back with a sigh and drank deeply of his own cup of water. Enjoyable as that had been, an entire day of the same thing was... daunting. He would need his rest just as much as Braern, so he laid back down next to him, arms wrapped protectively around the elf’s waist, and listened to the deep, slow cadence of his breath until sleep took him again.
The day passed with a similar rhythm: they would sleep for a few hours, Braern would usually wake first, they’d fuck until Adrissu could no longer keep up, then they’d wash and eat and drink and fall back asleep. They had cycled through this a few times when early in the afternoon, Braern shook him awake with a different request.
“I want your true form,” the elf was saying breathlessly, the absurdity of it snapping Adrissu to wakefulness.
“Absolutely not,” he answered out of instinct, frowning. He had never expressed any interest in Adrissu’s draconic form outside of the one time that he had asked to see; it must be his heat, Adrissu thought, clouding his judgment.
“You’ve done it before,” Braern pouted. “When I was... well, before. I want it.”
“Even in heat, I’d rip you apart,” Adrissu sighed, shaking his head again. “No, Braern.”
