The tavern was packed and dimly lit, a cacophony of scents and noises that was almost enough to give Chilchuck a headache. Good. Seated at the counter he let his gaze wander across the crowd while he waited for his order. No faces he recognized, no voices that stood out to him. Even better.
It was only after he had made absolutely sure nobody here would recognize him that he let his eyes flick over to the broad figure at the very back of the room. The man, occupying a table by himself, had not stopped staring at him since he entered the tavern and Chilchuck met his golden eyes for just a second before looking away again.
This was so unprofessional.
But Chilchuck would not be here if there were any other way to deal with the … situation. He tried. Gods had he tried. And failed. Better to get this over with here and now than to suffer through another endless mission with this unresolved thing between them. So when the innkeeper set down two heavy mugs of ale next to him he grabbed them and, with one last, steadying breath, headed over towards the table in the far back.
"Well, hello handsome", he grinned, almost shouting over the noise of the tavern. "You here all by yourself?" It was cheesy but that did not matter. He was not here to woo anyone, he just needed to set the scene.
"Uh", the man mumbled, still taller than Chilchuck even when seated. His eyes were big as they flitted across the room, then landed back on Chilchuck, brows creased just slightly. "I uh, suppose so. Yes?"
Chilchuck nodded both in agreement and to show he was pleased with the answer. He took a seat next to the stranger without waiting for permission, sliding just a bit too close on the bench as he set down both mugs.
"Good. You don't mind me inviting you for a drink, do you?"
Neither did he wait for an answer before he let his hand wander below the table where he found a thick thigh to squeeze. Scratching his nails across the rough fabric of the breeches and digging his fingers into strong cords of muscle. The single touch after months of self control was enough to have him half hard. But to his delight the tallman next to him was not faring much better, pale face flushing and eyes looking anywhere but down at him.
"I've seen you watching me from across the room", Chilchuck continued, nonchalant, as he reached for his mug and took a deep swig. The ale was sweet and left a refreshing, sour taste on his tongue as he swallowed. Slow and languid, savouring. Preparing himself for his next words. Too fast, but they were already clawing at the insides of his teeth and Chilchuck was impatient. Especially after that first touch left him yearning for more.
He squeezed again, noting a tremble to the thigh.
"So if you'd prefer to skip the drink ... I have a room upstairs."
For a moment the tallman was frozen, even his trembling thigh finding stillness. Then he grabbed the mug with both hands and emptied it with quick, greedy gulps. His thumb was still chasing a stray droplet down his chin when he set the mug down again moments later. Sucking the spilled ale from his thumb he looked down at Chilchuck, eyes wide, and nodded.
"I would enjoy that."
His breath was sour-sweet. Chilchuck wanted to climb him.
Not here, though. He mustered enough self control to retrieve his hand and slip out from behind the table. He did not have to look back as he headed for the stairs. The sound of hasty steps following him was enough.
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The door to his room fell closed with a thud and immediately Chilchuck was pushed up against it as the tallman leaned down to devour him. The kiss tasted of sweet and sour ale, of copper and greed, and Chilchuck was hard pressed to meet it with the same fervour of nipping teeth and sliding tongues.
He had debated with himself about this for longer than he would like to admit, debated whether he should allow the tallman to kiss him tonight. But in the end he knew they needed to get everything they wanted out of this if it was supposed to work. That holding back and drawing lines would only cement the next, enticing thing to yearn for. Especially if the thing they were left yearning for was something as mouth watering as these kinds of kisses.
So Chilchuck leaned back with a low groan and allowed himself to be devoured, meeting that insistent tongue as best he could. Trying to ground himself his fingers curled into the fabric of the tallman's tunic, pulling himself up to meet the kisses with more leverage.
Then clumsy fingers found the buttons of his doublet and Chilchuck got distracted by the attempts to undress him. Soon his more nimble hands joined them and together they opened the buttons. The force with which his doublet was ripped from his body left him breathless, unsteady, and there was nothing he could do but comply when next his shirt was lifted over his head and flung to the side.
With their kiss interrupted golden eyes stared down at him, fiery and wanton. But when the tallman leaned closer again it was not for another kiss. It was to nuzzle his face into the crook of Chilchuck's neck, large hands coming to circle his bare waist as he inhaled deeply.
"Chil...", the tallman whispered between breaths, teeth finding the junction of his shoulder for a quick, harsh bite. "Chil, you smell so good ... taste ... so good..."
A hot shiver ran down Chilchuck's spine and for a second he was reeling. Then he let out a low hiss and slapped the back of his hand against the tallman's chest.
"Shut the fuck up, Laios", he reprimanded. "We don't know each other, remember?"
Above him Laios stiffened, then pulled back from his neck enough to throw Chilchuck an abashed look, eyebrows drawn together and lips curled tight.
"Right...", he murmured, eyes shimmering in the low light of the room. "Sorry..."
Something in Chilchuck's chest pulled tight at that look. When exactly had he gotten this ... soft for the other man? It did not matter. What mattered was that he solved this problem. That was something he could do. Something he always ended up doing. Solving problems.
He sighed, reached up to press his palm against Laios' chest. To keep him from diving down again any moment now.
"It's alright, I'll help you shut up", he said, glancing over at the bed. "Lie down."
Without pause or preamble Laios dropped to his knees right in front of Chilchuck, face alight with curiosity and an ever present readiness to please. Chilchuck almost choked at the sight, throbbing in his breeches at the relaxed implicitness Laios followed his order with.
"On the bed, idiot!", he hissed before Laios could continue and stretch out on the cold, hard ground for him. No questions asked, no hesitation. What was he supposed to do with that?
Without thinking about it Chilchuck reached out to cup a pale cheek with his hand, feeling the rough scratch of stubble against his palm and fingertips. Laios leaned into the touch as if he were starving, lashes fluttering as his eyes slipped closed. Despite his wide shoulders and impressive build he looked fragile. A frail, breakable, helpless little thing in Chilchuck's hands.
"Alright, we will do this once, stick to the plan, and then never speak of it again. Do you understand?"
Chilchuck felt his stomach turn, a sour taste on his tongue.
Laios would have agreed to anything at that moment and Chilchuck had been happy to accept his blind agreement. After all he thought it the quickest way to get rid of these distracting thoughts and scratch an annoying itch. As for Laios, well ... he had a little crush. It was innocent, fleeting. Puppy love. Nothing to write home about. Nothing that would stay.
Except that it was and it did. It would.
The proof had been in every second they spent together tonight. In the way Laios had looked at him, touched him, held him, kissed him. It was in the way he knelt for him and curled into him right now, savouring every little touch he could get. Knowing this was almost over and he had to take in what he could.
Chilchuck had never wanted to but there was no denying he held Laios' beating heart between his palms.
And even though the thought terrified him to no end and left him sick to his stomach ... there was no part of him that did not want to treat that heart gently. Even if it would leave him shaking every step of the way.
"Hey there", he mumbled, voice thick as he reached out with the other hand to cradle Laios' other cheek, pulling him just a bit closer as golden eyes fluttered open. "Don't look like that, stranger. This was ... fun. I wouldn't mind doing it again."
A flurry of emotions danced across Laios' features. Confusion, disbelief, hope, longing, doubt...
"But ... but you said..."
"I know what I said. But I think ... I changed my mind."
Even more emotions, more confusion, more disbelief, more giddy excitement.
Chilchuck's stomach was twisting but he owed Laios gentle hands and honesty. Also bluntness.
"I can't promise you anything", he said firmly, freezing Laios' expression in careful attentiveness. "But maybe we can start by ... forgetting about the whole never speak of it again thing?"
"Yes", Laios agreed immediately, eyes wide as he nodded. "Yes I ... I would love to speak of it again! I would, uh ... love doing it again! I ... I really like..."
"I know", Chilchuck interrupted him quickly. He could not hear it yet. Knowing was already enough to almost make him throw up. "I know and that's ... alright. I just need time, yes? We have to take it slow."
Considering his words Laios gave a slow, thoughtful nod.
"Yes, of course." Then an almost imperceptible smile snuck onto his lips, a glint in his eye. Sly and mischievous. "Half-foot steps."
"Do you want to die?", Chilchuck roared but his brief puff of anger disappeared with the first sounds of Laios' laughter ringing clear and carefree between them, cheeks scrunching up below his palms.
"Sorry, sorry", Laios said, raising his hands to cup Chilchuck's much smaller ones. "Slow sounds good. Anything you need."
"We need to figure out how to navigate this. Especially when it comes to the party. I won't let this impact our work."
A hum, a nod of agreement.
"You will figure something out", Laios said, complete trust in his words. "We do whatever you need us to do. But..."
"But?" The question was somewhat distracted as Chilchuck's brain began ticking away, already trying to wrap around this strange, new situation and how to best work with it.
"But can that be a question for tomorrow? I want ... I don't know. Can we just be ... close? For a bit longer?"
Watching Laios fumble through his needs was way too endearing. Chilchuck could not help but open his arms for the bumbling idiot.
"Come here."
As Laios shot up to wrap strong arms around him and bury a gleeful grin against his neck the only feeling left in Chilchuck's stomach was warm, bubbling contentment.
The insane thing about this night was not only that Laios spoke nothing but the truth - he did end up taking care of Chilchuck in more ways than either of them had planned for or were even aware of - it was that Chilchuck not only allowed it but felt it. He did feel taken care of by Laios in ways he never would have been able to anticipate.
Yes, there was that faraway hissing at the very back of his mind and the distant prickling sensation along neck. But at that moment Chilchuck had no idea why he ever paid attention to them if they had kept him away from this: Laios braced above him, sweaty and glowing, rocking into him with lazy, unhurried motions. His heat radiating, comforting, all encompassing, around and inside Chilchuck.
"Want to make you come again, Chil. Felt so good the first time. Will you? Will you come for me again?" It was a low rumble, a dangerous blend of greed and devotion, as Laios slowly picked up his pace. "Just want to make you feel good. Gonna make you feel so good again..."
Had Chilchuck been able to process the full extent of what was happening the intense ferocity with which Laios began to chase his goal might have either scared him or left him dizzyingly aroused. Probably both. As it were he still had his eyes closed and his mouth stuffed, having blissfully given himself to Laios' care. Because it felt right. And because he was so very tired of pretending it did not.
Laios fucked him good, speeding up to fill him over and over again. By now his body had gotten used to the invasion and took that impressive length with something akin to ease, leaving Chilchuck moaning with nothing but pleasure each time he was stuffed. His head was spinning, his surroundings dissolving until everything left was Laios above and around and inside him. It felt right, perfectly endless.
Until Laios shifted again, pulling his thick thumb out from between Chilchuck's lips to grab the backs of his knees with both hands and push them up.
Chilchuck yelped an embarrassing noise, his eyes flying open as he was folded in half, knees hitting his shoulders as Laios pressed him down with considerable strength and weight, trapping him entirely. At the same time he used the give of the mattress to bounce Chilchuck back up onto his cock with each deep thrust, giving their movements momentum as he picked up even more speed.
"Laios!", Chilchuck cried out, warning or protesting or begging, he had no idea. He only knew that with the change in angle and position and the way Laios was staring down at him as if he were waiting for Chilchuck to accomplish some amazing feat, the thundering wave of his second orgasm was fast approaching.
He wanted to say something, tell Laios to keep going, maybe, but he was choking on his own cries. Being bounced up into Laios' greedy thrusts, wrenching a hand between their bodies to give himself two or three tight strokes, Chilchuck came a second time, shouting curses in a language his lover would not understand.
Laios fucked him through it, steady and dependable as he made sure Chilchuck enjoyed his peak to the very last second. It was only when Chilchuck stopped shivering and twitching that he began to slow, easing Chilchuck's legs down. When he moved to pull out though, satisfied as he seemed, Chilchuck slapped his clean hand up against a thick bicep. His head was still swimming with perfect bliss but this was just wrong.
"No!", he huffed out, breathless but determined. This was not the end, not yet. "Go on, finish inside. I can take it."
Golden eyes stared down at him, hesitant but barely.
"Are you ... sure? I won't hurt you?"
"I'm sure. Now do it before I change my mind."
Never let it be said Chilchuck Tims was a selfish bastard in bed. Anywhere else, gladly. Not with this, though. Especially not tonight after Laios had done so well for him.
Above him Laios grinned, wide and wild, then moved them around again. He sat back on his knees, pulling Chilchuck with him to lie in his lap and sprawled back along his thighs. His back was bowed like this, body on full display with his legs wrapped around Laios' waist.
"Is this alright?", Laios asked, body tense as he still held back, waiting patiently for approval. Chilchuck gave it with pleasure.
As soon as he said the words those large hands were everywhere, pawing and gripping and squeezing, leaving Chilchuck's sensitive skin tingling all over as those strong hips began rocking forward and into him again.
Chilchuck was tight like this, having just reached his peak for a second time, but Laios' movements were careful, almost gentle. He seemed to enjoy the intense squeeze around his cock, shivering each time he pushed deep. His eyes, large and full of wonder, roamed across Chilchuck's body, across bruises and glistening smears of come, until they landed on his face. There was something in his expression, something like disbelief, something terrifyingly close to worship, that made Chilchuck melt underneath him.
"Come on", he whispered, unsure if the tallman's ears had even picked up his words yet unable to speak louder. "You've been so good for me all night. You can be good just one more time. You can come, right? You can be a good boy for me and come."
It was not a question, not a suggestion. With the way Chilchuck's voice dipped low at the end there was only one way to take the words: As an order. And while Laios was certainly not great at taking orders most days he was excellent at taking this one.
The hands that had been aimlessly roaming his body grabbed him, held him in place as those hips began rolling forward with more purpose. Still considerate but determined to chase their goal. All the while Laios was still looking down at him with breathless disbelief and adoration. Chilchuck wanted to squirm under that gaze, wanted to throw both arms across his face and hide his burning cheeks. Instead he kept talking, hands fisting into the tousled sheets to keep himself from hiding or reaching out.
"That's right, just like that ... you've earned it. Fucked me so good, just what I needed..."
"Yeah?" It was a whine, drawn out and needy as Laios kept chasing his peak, his eyes growing hazy. "Did I do good? Did I make you feel..."
"So good. Made me feel amazing..."
One of those hands shifted, the other still enough to keep him securely in place as the palm came to cover Chilchuck's abdomen. Pressing down.
Chilchuck let out a tired groan at the rising pressure, the reminder of that bulge where Laios had filled him so obscenely. Still did, right underneath that touch.
"Amazing", Laios mumbled, biting his lip as his movements grew erratic for a few rough thrusts. Then his eyes crossed and he shuddered, yanking Chilchuck's hips close as he came deep inside. Chilchuck groaned deeply as slick warmth flooded him. He was not new to this but the sheer amount of come the tallman pumped into him, cock twitching and twitching and twitching inside, left him light headed.
Was that a tallman or a Laios thing? Or, he mused in his swimming mind, a Laios fucking him thing? A holding back so long to please and take care of Chilchuck he was reduced to this after finally being allowed to take something for himself thing? His swimming mind liked the idea. Being able to coax this out of Laios when nobody else could.
Something at the back of his neck prickled but Chilchuck allowed himself to ignore it.
"Oh...", Laios sighed after a while, once his cock had finally stopped twitching. "Oh, you look so good, Chil..."
Indeed those golden eyes were back on him, roaming his body in time with gentle hands petting up and down his sides, along his chest and across his abdomen, pressing down gently were Laios' cock was still buried deep.
Chilchuck grunted at the feeling, the pressure beginning to tip into uncomfortable.
"Alright", he rumbled, pushing himself up on his elbows with considerable effort. Apparently his body would have preferred to remain a boneless, floating mass for a while longer. "You need to move..."
"Yes, yes ... let me ... pull out..." The words were considerate. The tone still heated.
Chilchuck understood why when Laios began to lift his hips, cock slowly pulling out of his sore hole. As soon as it slipped free a frightening amount of come began dripping from him onto Laios' cock and his lap.
Another low, drawn out whine that Chilchuck answered with a sharp glare. He had several ideas what kinds of thoughts were crossing the tallman's mind at the moment.
"Don't you dare", he hissed but the words did not cut as much as he would have liked. His voice hoarse and still breathless, his body soft and tired as he let himself fall back onto the mattress. "Get me a towel."
Laios leaned back then, still cradling the back of Chilchuck's head as he looked at him, blond lashes fluttering. Chilchuck felt himself flush bright hot under that penetrating gaze.
"Doing so well..." There was a dip to that voice that made arousal squirm low in Chilchuck's abdomen, his chest squeezing tight again with fear and need. "You can take more for me, can't you?"
By now that hand was gripping his hip tight enough it was sure to leave bruises, dark imprints of Laios' greedy fingers on his skin. The thought made Chilchuck swallow. Still Laios made no move to try and push Chilchuck lower, to make him take more. No, he was patient. Despite the simmering heat in his gaze and the low purr in his voice he was patient. Gave Chilchuck all the control he needed and took none for himself. As if he really knew this was the only way this could ever work. As if he really knew what Chilchuck needed right now.
The thought was as comforting as it was terrifying and Chilchuck had to close his eyes and turn away. There was a lump in his throat when he swallowed again.
No more breaks. Breaks gave Laios a chance to talk, to look at him, to see him, and that was way too dangerous.
So with a steadying breath and his eyes still closed Chilchuck sank lower. Took more. Took that cock deeper. Allowing it to fill him up until he was near to bursting and there was still more left. The remaining parts of that length were impossible to take right now but Chilchuck could not take a break.
What he could do though, was what he had set out to do. He rose up onto his knees again, allowing Laios' cock to slide out almost all the way. It was not easy, not a simple glide as it had been with the fingers before. He was still too tight for that, muscles fluttering and protesting. But it worked and a moment later, breath controlled and eyes still closed, he sank down again.
Laios moaned for him, high pitched and pretty and not moving. Good.
Chilchuck continued for a while, building a controlled rhythm, slow and patient but determined. Each time he sank back down onto that cock he felt like he could take just a little more, feeling it push just a bit deeper. It was already more than he had ever taken before, the length filling him in ways he had not known to be possible. But Chilchuck was well aware of his limits and he was not there yet. Not quite.
His eyes remained closed. To focus on the task at hand, of course, and for no other reason.
After a while Laios' hand slipped down to his neck, across his shoulder blades and down his spine, until it came to rest in the small of Chilchuck's back. The touch was warm and not unwelcome as it was only there to comfort, not guide any of Chilchuck's movements.
"Gods, look at you", came that feverish voice again, low and breathless. "Never seen you like this. You're incredible..."
Chilchuck had to make him shut up.
He dove forward and crushed their lips together. Wasting no time he pressed his tongue into Laios' mouth and licked deep, desperate to both silence and taste. Laios met him with somewhat muted fervour, his own movements slow, almost reverent, against Chilchuck's heated swipes of tongue.
It worked to shut him up. But it also made Laios tilt his hips and pull Chilchuck closer and maybe it was because of the slight change in angel or the distraction of the kiss or maybe it would have happened either way. But when Chilchuck let himself slide down Laios' length the next time he came to rest entirely in Laios' lap. That cock fully sheathed inside him.
Laios groaned into their kiss, a rumble from deep within his chest as he wrapped both arms around Chilchuck's body. Not too tightly. Yet still enough to press their bodies close together, Chilchuck's own dripping length trapped between them.
They parted from their kiss, both panting, short of breath. Chilchuck dared to open his eyes and immediately that gaze bore through him again. Burning bright with excitement and pride and greed and so much more he could not decipher.
"All the way", Laios whispered, "You ... you really took me all the way, Chil. I really didn't ... gods, you feel so good..." He shivered at the last words, body shaking against Chilchuck's. "Thank you, ah, thank you..."
"Don't thank me, idiot...", Chilchuck forced out but there was no heat to the words, no annoyance. Instead his voice was strained and trembling, arms shaking where they were wrapped around Laios' neck. And when exactly had that happened?
"Sorry, sorry..." Quiet mumbling as Laios leaned down to nuzzle against Chilchuck's cheek, his neck. "You're just so, ungh..."
Then there was movement to those strong hips, a subtle circular motion that made him grind even deeper, building delicious, tortuous pressure. Chilchuck groaned and collapsed into Laios' arms and, strangely, did not hate himself for it.
It was actually rather nice. The intense, overwhelming feeling of being stuffed offset by the way Laios held him close. Strong arms so careful as they wrapped around his body. Grounding him without ever squeezing too tightly.
Then there was the scent that invaded his senses up close.
Hot sweat, salt and musk and something so Laios. Metal and leather, blood and spices. Rich, damp earth.
Home.
Chilchuck bit his tongue and squirmed, wrenching back that sliver of control he had let slip. He met the grind of Laios' hips with certainty, circling his own in tandem with the tallman's careful motions. Then he leaned back enough to regain his balance, strong arms giving him space to move as he pleased.
This was better, cleaner, cooler, with the extra inches of space between them. Chilchuck could work with more ease this way, take what he wanted. Though that scent did not leave his senses. Warm and beckoning. So intense at the delicate juncture between neck and shoulder. One of those soft spots he yearned to sink his teeth into and leave bitten and bruised. It was still perfectly pale right now, flushed, with a thin sheen of sweat, yes. Way too inviting to leave unmarred.
Chilchuck tore his eyes away from the tempting sight and chose to rest his gaze on something less dangerous. A dark grain in the wooden headboard just beside Laios' neck. At least like that he would be way less inclined to lean forward and sink his teeth where they did not belong.
He leaned back even further, prompting Laios to fan long fingers across his back and catch some of his weight.
"Ah, yes, that's good", he murmured as the angle inside him shifted and the pressure with it. The length was now pushing up against his lower stomach with more intensity and as Chilchuck tilted his hips back and forth, giving slow, experimental movements, he could feel it rub right along his prostate.
The feeling made him groan and he let go of Laios' neck to reach back with both arms and brace himself against strong thighs, allowing the angle to get just a bit more intense. Letting his movements grow just a bit bolder. Still slow and languid, but more certain, until he was riding Laios with smooth, controlled motions.
Each careful rise and fall of his hips made Laios' cock slide along his prostate, sending tingles of hot arousal all the way into his fingertips and toes. The incredible stretch made it all the more delicious, a challenge to take, a sweet victory to revel in.
Chilchuck had just found the right balance, the perfect angle and rhythm to get lost in, when the sound of Laios voice rasped against his mind and made his blood simmer with need.
"Chil ... oh, Chil just ... just look at you..."
At first the words did not even register. He pushed them away, filing them under senseless babbling that was better to remain uninvestigated. But then Chilchuck caught a shift in Laios' expression from the very edges of his gaze and his undisciplined eyes flicked over to the tallman's face.
Those golden eyes were large with wonder and desire as they stared down between them, flushed lips parted to pant out heavy, heated breaths.
"Look at you..."
Chilchuck did. Wandering down his eyes came to rest on his own body, hips moving slow and diligent. In time with the movement there was a shadow, wandering up and down along his lower abdomen. At first he could not make sense of the sight. Then, as he tilted his head to the side, something shifted and clicked into place. Chilchuck felt his stomach lurch and his muscles squeeze tight with a terrible blend of greed and arousal and utter mortification. He wanted to melt and burst and scream.
Instead he froze and whimpered.
There was a bulge on his lower stomach where Laios' cock pressed up against it from the inside. Not too large, but definitely there. Chilchuck had seen it wander with his own movements, up and down, in and out. The realisation left his head spinning with how wrong it looked, how obscene.
It was the hottest thing he had ever witnessed.
A large hand shifted from his back to his side, slowly coming forward to slide across his stomach. Covering the bump it found there.
"Chil...", Laios whispered, a heated secret between them. "Can you ... feel this?"
Before Chilchuck could stop him, or even consider if he wanted to, Laios pressed down.
White hot stars exploded before Chilchuck's eyes and his arms buckled behind him, leaving Laios to catch his weight with just one hand. He was not even sure whether it was the feeling of that intense pressure still rising or the very idea of Laios massaging and pressing down against his own length while it was buried inside Chilchuck that left him gasping. Maybe both. Probably both.
But he knew he needed to stop this before his brain melted out of his ears.
A groan, low and greedy, as those three fingers pushed deep.
"Anything. Anything you want, Chil." The words sounded slightly slurred and Chilchuck did not doubt for a second that Laios would do anything he asked. Good thing he already had a plan, then.
"Pull them out. Slowly", he ordered as he fought to get back on his knees, legs having parted enough to lie flat against Laios' chest somewhere along the way. As he pushed himself up he silently mourned the loss of wet friction against his cock, hanging slick and heavy between his thighs.
Meanwhile Laios, of course, did as he had been told. He was careful, paid attention to every twitch and squirm as he slowly pulled his fingers out. It was a satisfying feeling, the slick slide of them utterly painless. But they also left Chilchuck empty once they popped out. That part was way less satisfying.
"Very good", he still praised, shifting his weight as he pushed himself upward. "Now sit back against the headboard."
An uncertain pause. Then rustling and scrambling.
It did not take long until Chilchuck could sit back in Laios' lap, that thick cock caught underneath him as he leaned against the tallman's chest. It was an interesting position, comfortable. Yet it would allow him to do as he pleased, ride Laios as he planned, and finally get to feel that cock inside him. If only the other man would stop shifting underneath him.
"Uh, Chil?", he began, careful yet his voice still dripping need. "Can we, uhm ... can you turn around? I'd like to ... look at you."
He should probably say no. At least that was what that hissing voice at the back of his mind suggested and when exactly had it become louder again? Still he considered for a moment. Turning around and looking right at Laios as he took him inside would make this so much more intimate. Chilchuck had planned to keep the intimacy at a minimum. For the sake of his own sanity, and all that.
But then again, that slight switch in position would make the angle more fitting and also take the stress off his knees and thighs at least somewhat. Besides, and for some reason that felt most important as he sat there and pondered, apparently it mattered to Laios.
"Alright", he murmured as he got back up on his knees and turned around in the tallman's lap. "Happy now?"
The beaming smile was answer enough. As were the strong arms wrapping around his body and pulling him close.
"Very", Laios grinned as he leaned down to nuzzle his face into Chilchuck's hair. "Very happy." That tone, bright and beautiful and honest, made something in Chilchuck's chest flutter and that voice hiss even louder. Before he knew what he was doing he had wrenched a hand between them and pushed the tallman back.
"Good, yes. That's nice. Just ... give me some space to work here." He did not look up or wait for a reaction, instead turning his gaze down where Laios' perfect cock was trapped between their bodies. It was still slick with Chilchuck's spit but that would not be enough. So he held up a hand, snapping his fingers.
"Get me the oil."
There was some straining and jostling but soon Laios pushed the jar into Chilchuck's hand who unceremoniously tipped it over to drip some more oil between them. The golden droplets hit Laios’ tip and slid down his length, making his cock quiver.
"How do you like that, huh?", Chilchuck asked, part joking, as he held out the jar again for Laios to put away. The tallman did, then turned back to Chilchuck with his burning focus.
"Feels hot. Can I...?" Without waiting for an answer a large hand reached down between their bodies to encircle both their cocks with long fingers. Any protest Chilchuck might have uttered died in his throat around a groan. Laios' grip was tight, squishing them together as he gave them a slow, indulgent stroke, spreading the oil. The contrast between those calloused fingers and the soft pressure of that length against his own left Chilchuck's head spinning.
His eyes found the place where Laios gripped them, pushed them together, and the difference in size was almost funny. Chilchuck was rather well endowed and yet reached just about half of Laios' length. Still, it did not seem like much of a problem. Not with the way Laios moaned and rocked his hips as he massaged them. Knowing him he most likely enjoyed the feeling because of and not despite their differences.
He catered his strokes and the way he squeezed them entirely to the shapes of Chilchuck's cock, making sure to massage the entire length of him as he pushed them together. Tight and slow, then loose and faster. Then he used the inside of his palm to rub across Chilchuck's tip, making him shudder with the intense stimulation before returning to indulgent strokes.
The touches were playful, experimental, almost sweet in their curiosity. Yet his eyes were wide and burning as they watched Chilchuck's every twitch and reaction. Observing and cataloguing and does it feel good, Chil? Need you to feel good.
It did feel good. Good enough to get lost in. Good enough to lose focus.
Before Chilchuck knew it his fingers dug into the muscles of one strong shoulder, his other hand getting lost in blond hair, tugging downwards. When their lips met it was almost violent, teeth and tongues clashing and gnawing. He twitched when Laios found the split in his lip again and started sucking on it, hand speeding up where it stroked both of them.
Thankfully Laios was already scrambling for the bed so Chilchuck did not have to decide whether to throttle, bite or kiss him. Instead he stayed behind, letting his head thump back against the door with a low sigh.
When he reached up to run his fingers across his throbbing lower lip they came back bloody. In the heat of the moment he had not even noticed how harsh some of the bites were. This had been going on for how many minutes? And he was already losing his grip. Already allowed Laios under his skin. In more ways than one.
Chilchuck had to be very careful. His plan would only work if he managed to find the delicate balance between getting what he needed out of this single encounter without losing himself too much to his urges. To Laios eyes and hands and teeth.
Across the room the tallman worked to take off his boots, then laid down along the bed, still fully clothed, his eyes snapping back to Chilchuck. They were bright and expectant. Excited. Hungry.
That greedy, impatient part of Chilchuck wanted to stalk over there, climb atop him and pay his split lip back in kind. Instead he forced himself to stillness for another long, silent moment. Taking conscious breaths to steady himself and find back into his plan. Into the story of two strangers meeting at a tavern for a single, meaningless fuck before returning to their respective lives. The story he needed to tell himself to find back to sanity after tonight.
"Alright, stranger", he said as he finally pushed himself away from the door and stepped towards the bed. "Here is how this will work: I am going to fuck your mouth now. Then I will ride you. And you will lie there like a good boy and not try anything funny. Understood?"
He cringed at his own words but the tallman was already nodding his enthusiastic agreement.
"Absolutely, yes. No objections."
Then he shuffled further up the bed to stuff a pillow behind his head, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. It was soft and wet and perfectly inviting and oh, Chilchuck should have known that no story he ever told himself could protect him from Laios.
Chilchuck swallowed. Twice. Then looked down as he began to fumble with his belt and breeches. By the time he managed to undress himself entirely he felt somewhat steady again. Enough to look back at the bed where the tallman was resting, pliant and ready. Of course he was still watching Chilchuck with now hooded eyes, gaze roaming up and down his exposed body like he had never seen him naked before. Which was all too well because, in their story, he had not.
The rapt attention and readiness to please made Chilchuck's exposed cock twitch, a movement that drew they tallman's gaze, lower lip glistening with spit.
On a whim Chilchuck closed the remaining distance and reached out to slide two fingers along the tallman's tongue and into his mouth. Eager lips closed around them, swallowing to pull them deeper, all the way up to the knuckles that bumped against greedy teeth. His fingers were worried between them, insistent but careful enough, as that tongue lapped around them, swallowing and sucking. All the while golden eyes stared up at him, hooded and heated. Begging for more.
Chilchuck would not deny them any longer.
"That's enough", he forced out, voice just a bit hoarse with his own need. The tallman released him immediately but not without a low whine of protest, leaving his fingers slick as he opened wide again.
"Good. Very good. Less teeth on my cock, you hear?"
Another eager nod and Chilchuck finally moved to climb onto the bed as well. Straddling the tallman's chest was no simple feat but manageable as large hands came up to steady him. They were unbidden but not unwelcome so Chilchuck allowed their presence as they curled around his thighs.
Now that open mouth was so close, close enough he could feel hot, panting breaths wash over his length. The feeling had him throb again and Chilchuck reached down to give himself a few tight strokes. Working a bead of precome out of his slit. The impatient part of him clawed at his insides, urging him to push his cock deep, as deep as it would go, but Chilchuck had it under control.
He did shift closer, close enough to push his very tip against the tallman's waiting tongue and rub his wetness against it. There was an eager twitch as the tallman moved to take more of him, but Chilchuck had expected this. His hand was faster as he curled his fingers into blond hair and pushed him back, held him steady.
"Stay", he chided, tone almost playful as the tallman fell still beneath him. Only that tongue was allowed to move against him. Lapping at and swirling around his tip as Chilchuck milked more beading excitement onto it.
And even when he was given so little those golden eyes still glazed over as the man groaned, savouring the taste. It made Chilchuck spurt another dribble of precome against that eager tongue and soon he could not hold back anymore.
The noise the tallman moaned against his cock as Chilchuck slid inside was utterly unholy and vibrated through his entire body. The deeper Chilchuck pushed the more that mouth became alive around him, tongue swirling, jaws clicking and throat working as he swallowed hard and sucked him deep. It engulfed his length entirely, the tallman's nose eagerly buried in well trimmed chestnut hair as he took him down to the base. Chilchuck could feel the back of the man's throat work around his tip, more than happy to accommodate him.
"Oh fuck", he panted, fingers still buried in golden hair while his free hand came up to brace against the headboard. "Fuck, that's good ... like that. Good boy..." Something at the back of his mind flinched at the praise but it was soon silenced by a clever tongue swirling around him and an eager mouth working him so perfectly.
