This one is very nsft from here on out, folks. Read at your own risk. Dammon enjoyed Avernus despite looking and acting like a boy scout, so you know that he's a freaky motherfucker. I also made him bigger (I mean, he's a blacksmith, c'mon) and ignore tiefling teeth when they're inconvenient. Maybe not exactly what @dark-and-kawaii was asking for, but it fit the scene.
There is a pump room in the back, and he starts the water flowing and strips down, splashing the cold flow over his legs. He pulls the tie from his hair and fills a small bucket, dumping it over his head as you kick off your pants. He glances at you but then looks away. You’d been naked together many times, but usually with others present, and today he seems… shy. You take the opportunity to admire the shape of his body. His muscular back and shoulders, narrow hips, firm thighs, and tight bottom beneath the swaying tail, and wonder what the hells has gotten into you. You really want to get your hands on that twitching red appendage, though, and your hands flex, thinking about the exact way you would touch him, if he would only let you.
You lean against the wall, looking away as he turns, wrapping a towel around his waist. “All yours,” his voice is a bit husky as he passes you, and you wonder if he noticed the inappropriate nature of your regard. You go and wash yourself quickly, not bothering with a towel and returning to the inner room of the forge, where Zevlor is pulling clean clothes from a bag on the workbench. The light filters dimly from narrow windows, the big doors of the forge shut today, and you see him tense as you approach, but he doesn’t turn.
Now or never, you tell yourself and slide your hand around his shoulder. He flinches, and you chuckle. “Watch the horns. You know, I think I noticed something today. When you were on your back out there, with me on top of you… I could swear that you liked it.”
He clears his throat but stops sorting through the bag. “I hardly know what I was thinking. I was trapped under a bloody heavy blacksmith at the time. Lack of air… I was…” But you feel him shiver as you move closer, sliding your fingers up his neck. “Dammon… what are you doing?” But still, he doesn’t turn, doesn’t move to stop you.
“That’s not an answer.” You lean your head around his horns and kiss the other side of his neck, lightly. “Tell me you didn’t like it.” You tighten your grip, “tell me you don’t like this, and I will stop.” He says nothing when you flick out your tongue and slide it across his warm, wet skin. You press yourself to his back, feeling his heart beat faster when you kiss higher, sliding your other arm around his middle.
You hear a soft moan, but then he stiffens, gripping your hand on his belly. “Dammon… what is this? You can’t seriously want…”
But you do want him, and you continue, pulling him back against you and curling your tail around his leg. “Tell me to stop, Zevlor,” you whisper in his pointed ear, feeling him shiver again. “Just say you don’t like it and we can forget the whole thing.”
He whimpers a little when you nip him again, squeezing your hand. “I can’t. I… no, please don’t stop.” You grin against his neck. You have him.
You growl and let yourself become more aggressive, licking and sucking at his throat, pushing your crotch against him as he trembles, making lovely little sounds of pleasure. You release his neck and move a little, letting your fingers trail down his back, caressing his spine and wings. “I’ve had a crush on you for years, Zevlor. I just never knew how to say it. But today, when you were lying there, gasping, with your legs around me, I decided that there must be a more pleasant way to get you breathing hard.” Your hand continues lower, and on the word “hard” you slip your fingers into the towel and wrap them around the base of his tail. “You don’t know how sexy you are, do you? How hot you make me.”
“Fuck.” Zevlor whispers the word, lifting his tail a little and releasing your hand, but you stop with a chuckle, ignoring his grunt of disappointment.
“I know you’re used to being in charge, Commander. But I’m the boss today. You’re going to do everything I tell you, and you’re going to love it.” You reach around and capture both of his hands, pinning his wrists in one of yours and holding them against his chest. You yank the towel free and let it fall before resuming your grip on his tail. He gasps when you squeeze. “When is the last time someone touched you like this?” You begin to stroke rhythmically, pulling him a little way from the table.
“I… don’t… it’s been years, I… gods, yes.” His hips are shifting, and you know he’s hard now, big red cock probably twitching, but you’re so delighted in his neck, feeling the groans and rumbles through your lips that you don’t bother to check. His hands pull against yours, trying to escape your tight grip. “Please, I need...”
But you shake your head, “I know you can come just from this. I have. But I have to do it… just… right. The beauty of having another tiefling, a man, put his hands on you. Don’t worry, I’ll give that pretty cock lots of attention later, but right now I want you to concentrate.” You speed up, moving your fingers in circles against the sensitive underside until he’s shaking against you, thrusting, obviously getting close. You are rock hard as well now, but you content yourself with just pressing your erection into his hip, feeling his heat rise and his breathing become labored. “Yes... That feels good doesn’t it? Come for me, Commander. Do it now, let me hear you.” You are whispering against his throat, eyes closed, loving the beautiful moans and whimpers, moving faster, harder, rolling your hips a little with the enticement of his pleasure. He’s almost there… almost… you sink your teeth into his neck with a groan and he yelps, hips stuttering as he shoots his load into the air, struggling a little to endure the intense sensation. After a minute, you slow, holding him against you and licking at the wound you made, waiting for him to recover. Finally he sighs and lays his head back on your shoulder. You stop, releasing his tail, and grin, straightening and relaxing your grip on his wrists.
Zevlor staggers a bit, but grips the edge of the workbench, still twitching slightly. He pulls himself erect finally and turns, opening his mouth to speak, but you silence him with your lips, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him fervently, feeling that need rise further when he lets you plunge your tongue inside. He curls his arms around your neck, pressing himself against you. You roll your hips, pressing your weeping cock to his hard belly, your body crying out for the sweet sensation. He pulls back to look at you, the fire raging in his eyes. “Shall I return the favor?” he asks with a little grin.
You nod and turn to lean against the table, “On your knees.”
