💕 How did they both realize “oh wait, this is actually love”?
🌸 What nickname do they have for each other that would mortify them if others heard?
👑 In their relationship, who’s the king / queen & who’s the knight / advisor?
💕 How did they both realise “oh wait, this is actually love”?
They both realise it separately in their own times. For Izem, he realises what he feels for Elgar'nan is love after he attempts physical intimacy with another person (also when he realises he's demi). He isn't able to follow through with it and becomes very uncomfortable and feels a need to seek Elgar'nan out.
For Elgar'nan it is when Izem has a near miss encounter with a titan and realises the idea of Izem dying is very VERY bad outcome. I actually wrote about it here.
It doesn't help that Izem is a spirit of Valour and gets so engrossed in battle, caring little for his own safety.
🌸 What nickname do they have for each other that would mortify them if others heard?
Honestly they don't really do pet names. Their relationship is more of an open secret. So even a "Vhenan" or my love in front of others would make one or both of them dart about for witnesses haha.
Izem is often referred to as "Sun-Kissed" by others though (never in reach of Elgar'nan's ears however) both as a moniker to his skin-tone and eluding to his position as Elgar'nan's lover and favoured.
👑 In their relationship, who’s the king / queen & who’s the knight / advisor?
Oh well I think it's fairly obvious haha! Elgar'nan is certainly the King both figuratively and literally. And as his Champion Izem definitely takes the role of the Knight. And despite what a certain Rebel God would say *cough* Elgar'nan DOES heed Izem's advice every now and then.
So I've done a lot of writing this year which I am very proud of after a 5+ year absence.
But one sentence stands out because of a phrase my friends won't let me live down (will be bolded so you know which one).
For a bit of context, this involves my OC Izemrasen, Elgar'nan's Champion and emotional-support-twunk. And @elgargremlin's OC Eliovon, one of Elgar'nan's Generals who has made the unholy mistake of falling for Izem (Elgar'nan doesn't like sharing). It's been so much fun writing about these two and we are deep in this old man yaoi hell we've built for ourselves.
Anyways without further ado, under the cut for NSFW reasons:
Izem starts to bob his head back and forth, he swallows the entirety of the man's cock down his throat and repeats the motion with a whorish vigour that has the general stuttering and cursing under his breath.
The view below him has Eliovon mesmerized. Izem is singular in purpose, moaning wantonly as saliva and slick collects and drips down his chin. "By the void this is why Elgar'nan hoards you...the greedy fucking bastard."
The world was spinning, the ground vibrating with the distant stomping of a Titan that had done a number on Izemrasen. He slowly opened his eyes, vision slowly changes from a blurry mass into clarity. He seemed to be in what looked to be a cave, pieces of the ceiling crumbling with each shake of the earth.
He was resting against something hard, he would have expected it to be a rock, or the ground. But it was warm, and he felt himself rising and falling at the same frantic frequency as whatever said hardness behind him. He look down to find an armoured arm, dented and bloody as it clung to his chest, another held his head.
Izem sluggishly lifts up his own arm and inspects the battered and bruised thing, dripping red.
“Who’s blood is this…?”
“Yours you fool!”
Izem recognises the voice, and suddenly the hands cradling him are all too familiar. But they never held him so dearly as they did now. Perhaps they would give him a clasp on the back, a harsh tug against his neck to reign him into a side hug but never like this. Not with a desperate tenderness, like they did now.
“Elgar’nan...?”
“I am gladdened a titan fist to your head has not obliterated your entire brain. Be still! At least until Mythal arrives.”
Izem starts to put the pieces together to recall what had happened. Lightening. Elgar’nan’s as it danced- creating storms in the sky. The roar of the great titan as they both attempted to subdue it. He remembers the adrenaline in his blood, his first taste of battle since taking flesh. The euphoria. Then he remembers Elgar’nan, yelling at him to move, he had turned but not in time for the giant fist that swooped down against him. Then all went black.
A lazy and lucid grin stretches across Izem’s face as he inspects his battered arm.
“To finally bask in the thrill of battle first hand…what a sensation,” Izem tilts his head back to look up at Elgar’nan, who is no one near as thrilled at the memory as he is, but Izem is too far gone to notice. “Glorious.”
“There is no glory in you dying you twit!”
“Speak for yourself.” Izem chuckles.
“You will not die, not now, not ever!”
“What greater way to die than in battle, to-”
“Be silent,” Elgar’nan cuts him off, pressing his lips to Izem’s temple. He does not care for the sweat and blood that he finds there. Only clutches the warrior tighter to his chest. “You will not die today, I command it!”
Izem gently taps Elgar’nan’s hand, the one that rests on his chest. Laughs to himself at the petulance he has come to be so endeared to from the First-Born.
Synopsis: Eliovon must resist temptation and not fuck his lover's wife. He fails miserably.
Eliovon belongs to @elgargremlin
Eliovon was a right dirty bastard.
At least that was what he was cruelly saying to himself. This was his third winter in Hasmal with Izem and Asil. A time of year he never gave much thought to before was now one of his most cherished, and something he gladly looked forward to every year.
The rekindling of his relationship with Izem had only gotten better, great even. To have Izem in the way he had always wanted was not something he had foreseen for himself. And while in may not have played out or progressed in the way he had always imagined or wanted, he wouldn't trade it for anything.
In these last three years he had also grown close to Izem's wife, Asil. She was a woman hard to win over, but what could he expect for a woman once sworn to the god of secrets? She was an enigma, soft spoken but commanding in a way that required little effort to gain the cooperation of those around her.
Unlike Izem, Asil had the fortune that this new way of life did little to upset the balance of her nature. There was much for a spirit of duty to accomplish and do to aid the wayward and meek, she thrived in the small community that had been established here in Hasmal.
As time would pass, Asil and Eliovon would become friends in their common ground of loving Izem, the woman even giving her blessing to allow the two men to explore a more deeper and romantic connection. What more could Eliovon ask for? But as of late, something else began to stir in the general. Something that brought him shame, something that he needed to chuck to the far flung corners of his mind and put it under lock and key for no one, not even himself to think about.
It's honestly his fault, he would tell himself. Izem had decided to take his son and daughter on a small trip catching and discovering all manner of creatures by the river. It was to give Asil a breather, and to have the house to herself . A break from the children. He had asked Eliovon to join them, the children had even pleaded, but he had declined. One of his scouts was in town to deliver updates on missions within the area and he took himself into town to reconvene with them for updates. Despite it concluding earlier than expected, he opted to head straight back to the house, even though a nagging part of his brain told him he should have headed to the river to join Izem.
When he arrived it was quiet, a pot on the stove was simmering away and the scrying orb Asil had planted in the main town's tavern was playing music faintly. Other than that there was no sign of life in the house. For a moment he felt concerned till he walked past the bathing chamber, finding the curtain drawn up.
Eliovon froze at the sight.
Asil sits on a stool, naked from the waist up and wet coiled waves bunched together in an updo. His eyes trailed from her slender neck, down the curves and grooves of her back and plump hips. A tired moan leaves her lips as she pours hor water over back, and Eliovon swallows a lump in his throat. She tends to her grooming at a glacial pace, without the cries of her children or the needs of a husband and guest, she is able to turn this simple task into a luxury. Roses soaking in a tub beside her as she let's them steep and the water soaks the beautiful aromas.
Eliovon of course found Asil attractive, he wasn't blind. He was ashamed to admit however, that this was not the first time he had peeked a view of the woman bathing. On the first occasion however, Izem was there to chide him, although the champion openly encouraged Eliovon to be honest on his appreciation of his wife's beauty. The general still wasn't entirely sure what to make of that exchange, or what it may have insinuated. Either way, without Izem present, this entire situation felt all too inappropriate.
"Oh…I did not think anyone would be home yet." Her small, quiet voice echoes out to him, as she peeks over her shoulder.
She seems unperturbed by his presence, which was completely unexpected. Asil had always maintained herself to be a pious woman, in the company of most men she kept herself well-guarded and modest. Despised being gawked or leered at by anyone that wasn't Izem.
As she noticed his presence she makes no move to cover her modesty, in fact Eliovon feels almost as if she is challenging him. Daring him to pass the threshold of the chamber. He thinks he should apologise, lower his gaze and make himself scarce but his legs do not move.
"I…I should," Eliovon clears his throat, looks at a spot on the ground as she slowly rises. "Forgive me Asil, I will leave you to your privacy."
The soaked robes around her waist fall in a heap to the ground, looking at him through hooded eyes that beckon him towards her.
Shaky breathes exhale through his nose as he looks her in the eyes, dark orbs like an endless abyss ready to swallow him whole.
This is wrong he thinks. He cannot be standing here like this, devouring the bare sight of his companion's wife. Letting her tempt him to the point of no return where everything would change.
And yet, still. His legs move. But not back the way he came, no, but into the bathing chamber further. The wet steam of the air is suffocating, like her, as he comes face to face with Izem's love.
She doesn't speak. She doesn't have to. Eliovon knows immediately, intrinsically what is demanded of him as he maintains eye contact, falling to his knees before her. She stands above him and looks on Eliovon as if appraising him, judging the merit of his supplication.
She is a divine sight like this, and he thinks he finally understands why Izem would give up glory for her. Would be willing to abandon the All-Father if it meant remaining at this woman's side. Something in her presence and appeal urged for submission, with the promise of everything.
Her legs widen, and she slicks back a hair that had fallen out of place on his brow. His starved eyes now gaze at her plump cunt, and his mouth waters before he leans forward, placing a chaste kiss upon her mound. When she doesn't pull away or curse him he lays the flat of his tongue and laps at her.
She hums something between a moan and approval as he feels her hand stroke his hair, then something in him breaks and he's devouring her. Sucking and moaning into her cunt as he eats her like a man starved.
She continues to sigh blissfully and scratch at his scalp, encouraging him to delve deeper, to drive his tongue inside her and lap up her dewy arousal. His hands find their way to her hips and he marvels at how soft and pliant the skin feels beneath his rough calloused palms.
"Oh…" she coos, and just being able to elicit a minuscule of a sound from her sweet lips brings out a bestial determination. He adjusts her so her legs rest on his shoulders, thighs kissing his pointed and blushing ears and hoisting her up and against the wall. She uses her hands to brace the wall behind her for balance but it is unnecessary, Eliovon's own hands grip her hips as he groans and sucks hard and desperately at her clit. Yes repeats over and over in his head as he feels her undulate her hips to meet his mouth against her sopping cunt.
Asil grinds against Eliovon's face so vigorously he thinks he's no more than a tool for her own ends and he thinks yes, good. Let her fuck his face, let her do whatever she wants as long as he can stay buried between her thighs. He doesn't want it to end, doesn't want the cup to stop flowing. He needs this, wants this. He wants to please her, he wants her to feel good, his own cock strains painfully in his trousers, aching to be touched. But he won't come, he's not allowed to, he knows it in ever fibre of his being, feels it in the way her fingers pull at the roots of his hair , the way her thighs squeeze at his cheeks. He's not allowed to come until she has.
She squeezes him tighter one final time as she comes undone, quiet little shuddering breathes are paired with little jerks of her hips as he feels his beard soak further with her orgasm.
Once she has calmed, he lowers her gently till her feet can touch the ground, and suddenly the silence of the bathing chamber is too much to bare. Reality setting in as he realises what he has done.
Eliovon had just shoved his face into his friend and lover's wife. Behind his back. The relationship between the three of them was unorthodox certainly - at least by the current day's standards-, but Asil had never been discussed, it had never been eluded to that she was available to the general. And so a large feeling of guilt washed over Eliovon. He does not wait for her to speak, because of course she won't. He does not wait to see if her eyes hold the same shame and guilt as his. He simply makes his leave, runs out of the bathing chamber, out of the house and as far away from anyone as possible.
Synopsis: Elgar'nan is frustrated being so long away from home, and Izem's assumptions lead to the two exploring a new aspect of their relationship.
Elgar'nan had been away from home for a long time, and it was starting to show.
Leading came with an exuberant amount of responsibility. It was a burden Elgar'nan had been more than happy to shoulder as he stood above all others as First-Born and leader of the elvhen. Sometimes however, you needed to blow off steam and despite Elgar'nan's larger than life personality and appetite to match, he was very selective on who sated such appetites.
It came as no surprise to anyone that with Mythal being his closest equal, both in warfare, strength and age, that they eventually sought each other to both discover and enjoy the joys of the flesh that their spirit forms could not replicate.
But Mythal had not joined him on this excursion. So as battle after battle was fought, and the only tolerable company being his right hand Izemrasen, Elgar'nan grew restless. He became dour, and ill-tempered, snapping at the smallest grievance - imagined or otherwise - and even at times taking it out on Izem. Izem had caught on to the nature of his general's frustrations eventually, but he chose to keep the revelation to himself. He was only glad that they had made rest on a nearby location that was both secluded and held a vantage point. Elgar'nan enjoyed such views, and the position of the cliff allowed for privacy, so the rest of his soldiers remained at lower points of the mountain, all readying themselves for an evening of licking wounds and resting their weary minds.
The night is humid and Elgar'nan sits by a campfire and stares at the flames. His attention only drawn away as Izem comes trudging up, carrying a great dead beast on his shoulders before depositing it on a large slab.
"We will eat well tonight at least," Izem grunts. He is tired, Elgar'nan can tell in the sound of his voice but his warrior doesn't complain. He never does. He watches as Izem gets to work sharpening blades and preparing the carcass for the fire. "I figured you'd be tired of game birds so I took longer than I usually would."
"I don't care what we eat, I want to find this titan and be done with it." Elgar'nan spits, both hunger, fatigue and the humidity picking at his nerves.
Izem opts to carry on his work in silence, not wanting to risk angering Elgar'nan further. But even that seems to not be enough as he feels Elgar'nan's annoyed gaze on him.
"Why are you silent now?! I didn't tell you to be quiet!"
Izem dashes the blades and they clatter loudly against the stone. It felt like pulling teeth at times dealing with Elgar'nan. He demanded silence, but despised not hearing Izem talk. He hated being challenged, but insisted on Izem's feedback. He clearly, right in this moment needed to be left alone, and somehow Izem was supposed to somehow leave him alone and be active company at the same time.
But quite frankly, Izem was low on his own patience at what was now feeling like a futile mission.
"Are you being serious right now?" Izem snaps at him. He walks over to stand before Elgar'nan who meets and challenges his stare.
"I am tired as well Elgar'nan! I want to go home but we are here and we must finish what must be done!" Izem pauses for a moment, in the firelight it is hard to notice the slight flush of embarrassment across his face. "I understand that you have certain…" He pauses as he struggles to find the words.
Elgar'nan raises a brow in confusion, waiting for Izem to finish.
"I know you miss Lady Mythal..."
Elgar'nan then scoffs, astonished at the revelation of Izem's implication.
"So presumptuous!" Elgar'nan guffaws. "You think that is what is wrong with me? Just in need of a good romp? My, my…"
Izem immediately regrets his words.
"Apologies Elgar'nan, I should not have assumed. Let us move on." Izem mutters.
The rest of the early evening is spent in awkward silence as Izem prepares their meal.
When the moon is high in the sky, sleep eludes Izem, as he continues to think over the embarrassing conversation from earlier that night.
"Can't sleep?"
Izem's face shoots in Elgar'nan's direction, before turning back up to look at the stars at equal speed.
"It is simply the heat."
"Mhmm…"
A few beats of silence pass.
"I am sorry…for making the-"
"Do you seriously think I'm in a bad mood because I need to have sex?"
Izem turns his head in the complete opposite direction, prays to whatever power is out there that the titan they hunt could rise from the ground right this moment and swallow him whole.
"I mean you are correct but…I don't need you pointing it out."
"I will refrain in future."
It goes quiet again, and Izem hopes the matter is done but he can still feel Elgar'nan's eyes on him for the past five minutes. When he looks back to confirm his suspicions, the older elf is indeed watching him. He is propped on an elbow and watches him with a hawk-like gaze. Worse yet, it holds curiosity. Which, when it comes to Elgar'nan, was never a good thing.
"Have you had sex yet Izem?"
"What?"
"I'm just curious, you've had a body for some time now. You've had admirers, which I'm sure you are not ignorant to…so I'm just curious as to whether you have explored as of yet."
Izem ponders the question.
"No, I haven't."
"Really? Why not?" Izem doesn't notice the eager smile that grows across his face. In fact, he avoids any and all eye-contact with the man.
Izem shrugs, "I've just never met anyone who peaked my interest. For that sort of thing I mean…"
"…Really? No one at all?"
"Well…I suppose…there was one of the other soldiers. He expressed interest."
"Who? When?" Elgar'nan cuts in, Izem doesn't take note of how bristled he seems at he interjects.
"Just a random soldier, the one who got crushed by the titan we fought a few months ago."
"Oh, alright! Carry on."
"Yes well…anyway. We fooled around a bit but…I don't know, I suddenly felt nervous. I don't think I liked the idea of someone I barely know touching me like that. At least not with something I've never done before."
"Yes, some people need to bond with another first before indulging in the act. I suppose it's not so far fetched that you would be the type." Elgar'nan muses aloud while his eyes rove over Izem.
Elgar'nan thought Izem a work of art from the moment of his inception. A body built to perfection for war, tall - almost rivalling Elgar'nan's own height - which was impressive. Lean muscle encased with a wonderfully olive-tanned complexion. Overtime as their friendship grew and their bond deepened, appreciation eventually becoming attraction. But Izem never seemed to show any huge interest in sex, so he never bothered him on the subject.
But now? With his own desires needing an outlet, and knowing there was a curiosity for it underneath that calm and collected demeanour? Well…If anyone had a right or claim to Izem it was Elgar'nan. What better time than now to stake it, to poke and prod and see if Izem possibly felt the same way.
"So…you need someone you trust…"
"I would, I think."
Elgar'nan leans over, his lips brush against Izem's ear.
"Do you trust me?"
Izem's posture stiffens, he manages to remain silent as he feels Elgar'nan's hand on the side of his waist furthest from him and yanks him over. Face now beet red.
"Look at me, lethallin."
Izem shakes his head in protest, a deep rumble leaves Elgar'nan as he chuckles at his companion's sudden shyness. He gasps jovially as he hears a very small and very quiet no.
"Insubordination?!" Elgar'nan jokes.
"Do not mock me Elgar'nan…"
"Oh?"
Izem goes serious but remains bashful, still flush.
"You know I trust you more than anyone, more than even myself at times…if I did these things…of course I would want it to be with you…don't mock and make light of it if this is simply an amusement to ease your sour mood."
Elgar'nan pauses, his amusement now mixed with a care and compassion as he hums, his hand resting on Izem's lower belly. Moved by his friend's vulnerability.
"How long have you kept this to yourself then?" Elgar'nan calmly replies, quiet and desiring to give the topic the seriousness it deserved. That Izem deserved.
"What does it matter?…You know now…"
Whatever else Izem was about to say dies in Elgar'nan mouth as he takes the warrior's chin and kisses him deeply. Swallows his surprise and takes his leg to bring it back to rest over his own hip. His hand then returns to Izem's belly, stroking and teasing the edge of his trousers.
"If you want to back out now-"
Elgar'nan is cut off as Izem tilts his head back and devours him back with equal fervour, hand reaching up clumsily to slide into the back of Elgar'nan hair. A string of saliva connects them when he pulls away, Elgar'nan laps it up before going in for more. He kisses like he fights, it is all consuming and a mission to dominate. His tongue is greedy, and Izem's heart skips a beat as Elgar'nan pulls away but not before biting at his lower lip.
"You have not a single clue how long I have been wanting to do this."
Izem isn't given a chance to answer as Elgar'nan kisses him again, a hand squeezing and fondling his pecks and it startles him how easy it is to keep up. Knows exactly how to suck and dance their tongues together. This felt right, felt perfect. He has never felt more sure of that fact than he does in this moment in the other man's arms. They're both a panting mess of desire and desperation, noses brushing against each other.
Izem's not sure when but he feels Elgar'nan shifting, and the next moment both of them are bare to the world. His back lays flush against Elgar'nan's chest, laying on their sides.
"There we are," Elgar'nan grunts, directing Izem's attention to his own erection as it rests against his abdomen.
"Have you touched yourself before?" Elgar'nan breathes in his ear before taking the lobe in his mouth and swipes his tongue up the point of it.
"No…" Izem admits abashedly.
Elgar'nan chuckles, takes Izem's hand and directs him to take hold of his own cock. He then places his hand on his own. He makes long lazy strokes that Izem mirrors albeit his own are more timid, his hips buck every now and then to chase that fluttering feeling it elicits when he reaches the base.
"That's it, keep going, just like that…good boy." Izem keeps stroking himself but Elgar'nan ceases the ministrations on his own arousal, to rub and squeeze at Izem's inner thighs. Encouraging him. Eventually, his hand goes wandering to find what he's looking for in the form of a tight ring of muscle. Makes slow circular movements which earns him a deep quiet whimper from his warrior. He uses his magic to slick his fingers, and starts to slowly ease a finger past his opening.
Were it anyone else, Elgar'nan would shove them down and fuck his desires into them to his heart's content, and they would thank him for it as they keened and mewled for him. But Izem wasn't just anyone, and it mattered to Elgar'nan that tonight he feel nothing but the sweet pleasure of an expert and gentle touch. He never wanted Izem to forget this first moment together. Never wanted him seeking this out with anyone but him.
Izem's strokes falter when Elgar'nan inserts a second finger, earning him a few tuts and a bite to the point of his ear.
"Oh Izem, does it not feel good to touch yourself?"
Izem only hums a yes in response, chasing Elgar'nan's fingers as they continue to sink in and out and stretch his tight hole.
"Oh but my hand feels better doesn't it? Do you want me to go deeper? Faster? Tell me."
"Yes…"
"Yes what?"
"More, all of it I want…please."
Without removing his fingers, he guides Izem to lay on his stomach. The warrior buries his face in the furs below them, hands holding tightly while lewd and loud gasping moans tumble from his mouth eagerly as Elgar'nan begins to set a punishing pace. Roughly fingering his greedy hole.
Bless their vantage point he thinks, no one within ear shot to hear as the wet noises and Izem's moans grow louder and louder.
The sight of his beloved stoic champion is a sight to behold. Reduced to a wanton mess as he recklessly tries to match Elgar'nan's rhythm and rub his cock against the furs below for the added friction. Izem's moans are buried as he tries so hard not to release his enjoyment aloud for all to hear. He tells Elgar'nan how strange and foreign it feels, but also so good. The restraint in Elgar'nan snaps when Izem's face peeks out from hiding and looked up at him with pleading, desperate look in his beautiful eyes.
"Enough!" Elgar'nan growls, mounting Izem and locking his legs in place so he can't escape even if he wanted to. Coats his cock in the same substance he used on his fingers and rubs himself between his cheeks, before spreading him wide and grinding against his eagerly waiting opening. He grins as he delights in the way Izem's back arches instinctively, welcoming his cock to take him.
He pauses briefly when he can notice Izem's frantic and heavy breathing. He takes a deep breath. Feeling himself getting carried way, feels that they both are. Izem is clearly nervous, frightened even, despite all his desire but he's holding it in. Elgar'nan can tell. He also knows if he asks if his companion if he is alright he will lie to him, Izem only ever lies to him to deflect his concerns. Always putting Elgar'nan above his own needs and wants.
He doesn't want Izem to be afraid, not of him. Never him.
He licks and kisses a path up Izem's spine before turning the warrior's face towards him.
"Look at me," he whispers against his lips as he presses the head of his cock to his entrance. One hand bracing his own weight while the other wraps around to place his palm where Izem's heart would be.
Izem stutters and tries to crawl away all while never breaking eye contact, as he feels the first few inches of Elgar'nan thick cock slide inside him. But Elgar'nan holds him in place, tries to still his frantic breathing.
"It's alright, you can take it…so good for me…I have you." Elgar'nan coos. His thrusts are slow and controlled, only sinking deeper when he feels Izem loosen and adjust each inch at a time. Something seems to shift in Izem's demeanour, the initial discomfort fading and giving way to a more pleasurable sensation. He sees it in his body language as he starts to enjoy being taken, enjoys the feeling of Elgar'nan inside him.
"M-more…Elgar'nan…"
"Hmm?"
"More…"
"More what?"
Izem evidently does not care for Elgar'nan's teasing as he shoves his hips back and takes all of Elgar'nan to the hilt. He thrusts back a good few times and cries out for him before Elgar'nan grabs his hips and pins him into the ground.
"Behave!" Elgar'nan grunts, but his own hips say otherwise as he takes that as his cue to fuck into Izem's with abandon, groaning at finally relieving the ache of his throbbing cock after weeks upon weeks of neglect.
Elgar'nan rutted into Izem like an animal, hips slamming and slapping against Izem's cheeks over and over. He was so tight but he took him so well, so unashamedly, like he was made for him. Izem's own pleasure was immeasurable, he cried out to him again and again, his voice getting higher and louder.
"Elgar'nan! Fuck-fuck! It's so good, oh god it feels so good- don't stop! Don't-"
Elgar'nan's brows raised at the profanity. The pleasure went straight to his cock at knowing he was causing his beautiful, stoic, well-mannered warrior to resort to such language. Every deep full taking of his cock is met with a wanton gasp, he pulls out briefly to lift Izem onto his knees and he arches his back without even having to be asked.
After a few more thrusts Elgar'nan finds that sweet spot that makes Izem see stars.
"Yes!" Izem cries.
Honestly, if he wasn't begging and screaming for more Elgar'nan would have thought the man in pain. But every time he tried to slow down or be more gentle he was met with reprimands, his subordinate even had the audacity to bark orders at him to go harder. He couldn't believe it. But he also couldn't deny how delicious it was, to hear Izem scream for him, to beg and whine at the top of his lungs for him.
But if he didn't cut it out…
Elgar'nan leans over and grabs Izem by his neck to guide his head back against his shoulder, temples pressed together.
"Izem…"
"Mmm!?"
"I need you to calm down." Elgar'nan groans into his neck and bites him hard, both to stave off his own need and to reign Izem in. "Or this isn't going to last much longer."
Izem's cock hangs heavy and leaking between his legs, Elgar'nan takes hold of his swollen member and starts to pump him vigorously as he returns to work.
"Wait stop!" Izem whines.
"Are you coming?"
"I don't know…oh fuck…"
Elgar'nan chuckles, "Yes you are, go on, come for me." Elgar'nan moves them again so he lays on his back while Izem lays atop him like a fine adornment. He continues to stroke and thrust up into him, bringing Izem to completion within moments. He immediately slaps a hand over Izem's mouth as he roars out the ride of his orgasm. Any more noise and someone is certain to come and find out what was going on.
Elgar'nan isn't far behind, he wraps his arms around Izem's defeated and spent form as he pummels into him. He turns his face to look at him.
"You feel so good," he grits through his teeth. Weeks upon weeks of sexual frustration being taken out ruthlessly on Izem and the latter reaches out for another kiss that Elgar'nan is more than happy to meet. He uses the kiss to drown out his own moans as he presses harder against him and releases inside him, pumping out every last bit of his seed into Izem. The man sobs and moans at the foreign sensation, silenced by Elgar'nan licking and sucking at his kiss-bruised lips.
Elgar'nan gently pulls himself out and both lay on the furs side by side. Their heavy breathes filling the space around them.
"Well, there you go." Elgar'nan laughs.
"That was…"
"I know." Elgar'nan cuts in, smugly.
Izem goes quiet, anxious.
"Are we…still friends?"
Elgar'nan huffs a laugh through his nose, shaking his head at the question.
"Of course we are. We simply blew off some steam, this doesn't need to change anything. A perfectly healthy and natural thing to do."
A good few minutes go by and Elgar'nan turns and sits up, his attention drawn to Izem but finding the man has fallen asleep, knocked out cold from exhaustion. He looks on him with a tenderness as he moves some of the warrior's hair from his face.
With that now I'm imagining for a good few centuries Izemrasen was definitely in denial and believed Elgar'nan was coming back.
Back during the days of Ancient Arlathan. In every battle where Izem evocated Elgar'nan name he would appear and join the battle.
Elgar'nan always answered Izem's prayers, every single time.
Fast forward to a world with the veil and he is in battle. Purely out of habit he evokes Elgar'nan name, but he doesn't come.
Izem wins the battle regardless, surrounded by the bodies of the fallen he breaks down and falls to his knees into Asil's arm as it finally truly hits him that Elgar'nan is gone and he isn't coming back.
