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“Chil?” Laios’s voice called from the far end of the hall. They were each patrolling in opposite directions before settling down for bed that night, but Laios must have finished his portion early, which was rare for him. He usually had some other business to attend to, which Chilchuck pretended he didn’t know about so the rest of the party could be oblivious.
“I’m all set. Is this side clear?” Laios said. “Or… do you need another minute?”
“No, I think we’re good.” Chilchuck walked towards him, both men visible to each other now in the dim, flickering light of the one torch along the wall. Chilchuck expected Laios to turn around and start walking back to camp with him, but instead he remained standing in place, blocking the exit to the hall, his eyes following Chilchuck’s slowing approach until they were standing in front of one another, the half-foot looking up and the tallman looking down.
Chilchuck hated how big Laios was. Hated how his neck strained to look up into his feverish yellow eyes, how broad his chest was and how thick his biceps and calves were with muscle, how he knew the man’s hands were wide enough to wrap completely around his thigh, how one of his fingers were nearly the length of Chilchuck’s entire hand—but mostly he hated how goddamn distracting all of this was. It was poor form to start lusting after your party members in the middle of a serious dungeon crawl. Sex was a waste of energy and resources. That’s why Laios jerked off at the end of every day and Chilchuck pretended not to know or care, because releasing built-up pressure in the most energy efficient way was obviously the right way to deal with it.
(And if Chilchuck thought a little bit too much about Laios unclasping his belt and shucking off just enough armor and clothes to take out his dick and give himself a quick, rough stroke in the dark solitude of the dungeon, that was for him to know and no one else. Especially not Laios.)
“Can you move?” Chilchuck asked, his hands on his hips, voice monotone, if perhaps a little annoyed.
“I have a question,” Laios said instead. Chilchuck sighed.
“Can it wait until we get back to camp? Marcille and Senshi are waiting—”
“No, this is a private question.”
Chilchuck was stunned for a moment. He didn’t realize Laios knew what a personal question was.
“Right. Then what’s the question?” he asked, words coming slow in his stupor.
“You always finish your patrol faster than I do. I thought maybe you were just finishing, you know, everything faster, but then, I’m pretty quick too, so then I started to wonder if maybe you weren’t doing it—”
“Are you calling me a slacker?” Chilchuck cut him off.
“No, no! Not the patrol. The other thing.” Laios glanced down at his own crotch, and then back up to Chilchuck with ruddy cheeks. Chilchuck’s eyes went wide. Laios was asking if he jerked off during patrols, too.
“Oh. No. Laios. It’s not like that. I don’t need, uh… relief. So often,” he fumbled with the words.
“Ah, I see. Is it a difference in half-foot biology, then?”
“Nope.” Chilchuck’s voice broke, and he coughed into his fist to steady it. “Just a difference in my biology.”
“How so?”
Oh, great. Laios was way too interested to let this go, now.
“I don’t need to, ugh… relieve myself every day.” Chilchuck rolled his eyes. “You’re the only one here who needs to do that. Unless Senshi—but. Ew. I don’t want to think about that.”
Laios tilted his head.
“I don’t understand,” he said. “We’re both men. If it’s not a difference in half-foot biology, then… do you have some sort of dysfunction?”
Chilchuck nearly choked on his own spit.
“That is not what I meant!” he said.
“Then why don’t you need to relieve yourself?”
“Because I don’t have a dick!” Chilchuck finally snapped, hissing out the truth. Laios looked surprised, then guilty, then sad.
“Oh. I’m sorry,” he said. He sounded oddly more like he was giving condolences for a lost loved one than apologizing for being the nosy little freak that he was.
“You should be…” Chilchuck mumbled. He was ready for the conversation to be over, but it seemed Laios was not.
“How did you lose it?” he asked.
Chilchuck froze. It took him a solid minute to understand what Laios was asking, and when he did, he felt torn between humor and horror.
“Laios. I didn’t lose my dick. I never had one. Idiot,” he said.
“Oh!” Laios got that curious look on his face like he was learning something new about a type of edible monster. Just great. That was exactly what Chilchuck wanted to see when he just came out to the guy.
“So how do you pee?” Laios asked, and Chilchuck put his head in his hand. The moron still didn’t get it.
“I don’t have nothing down there,” he grumbled out. “I have the, you know. The other part.”
Laios put on a thinking face. Chilchuck thought maybe, just maybe, he was finally going to get it, but that was a foolish hope when it came to poor, oblivious Laios.
“So. Balls?”
Chilchuck turned around and walked away.
“Okay, and that’s the end of this conversation,” he said.
“Wait! I have so many questions!” Laios chased after him.
“And you can keep them to yourself! Damn pervert…”
Laios frowned, whimpering like a kicked puppy, and Chilchuck hoped this particular dungeon hall was dim enough that Laios couldn’t see how his ears reddened at the noise.
…
A few days passed without mention of the strange conversation, though Chilchuck did notice Laios staring at him more often, confusion and curiosity written all over his open-book of a face. He stubbornly refused to take responsibility for that confusion, though, as he firmly believed it was not his responsibility to explain these things to anyone.
(With Laios though… part of him wanted to take pity and make an exception. He dutifully ignored that part of himself, however. There wasn’t time for all that, in the current situation.)
Then Laios ate something he really, really shouldn’t have. Something they all told him not to, so he just did it behind their backs when they weren’t looking. Damn fool.
Laios was in a bad way, but Senshi insisted that he would be alright after a good twenty-four hours of rest and constant hydration. They were a little low on water, though, so Senshi split off from the group to find the nearest fountain and bring back enough to keep Laios going through the night. Marcille, meanwhile, was especially sulky because she’d made Laios promise not to eat the mysterious goo, and he’d specifically broken her trust to get a taste of it. So she sat herself outside the room where they’d set up camp to “keep watch,” leaving Chilchuck to tend to Laios alone.
He sat in silence for a long while, arms crossed, staring at the wall as Laios rolled around fitfully, sweating profusely and drifting in and out of consciousness. Chilchuck’s mind inevitably wandered back to that conversation in the hall, chewing on the one question left stuck in his mind. Why was Laios asking about whether he jerked off in the first place?
True, it could just be Laios being Laios, but it seemed like he was going somewhere with that conversation before Chilchuck’s answer got him so confused, it went right off the rails.
“Chil…”
Chilchuck startled at the sound of Laios’s raspy voice and uncrossed his arms to turn and look down at the pathetic heap of a man laying next to him.
“Water?” he asked, golden eyes foggy and distant, and Chilchuck nodded, guiding him up into a sitting position and handing him the waterskin. His arm trembled as he lifted it, and Chilchuck was glad Laios still had just enough strength to do this mostly on his own, because he wasn’t sure he could have forced the tallman to sit up if that was the case. He was too heavy for Chilchuck, between simply being bigger and all that muscle on his arms and chest.
Chilchuck realized Laios’s clothes were damp with sweat, then, because he could see those very muscles outlined under the white fabric of his shirt. He took the waterskin back when Laios was done, and decided not to mention it. He couldn’t offer another shirt—his certainly wouldn’t fit Laios—and pointing it out would only raise the question of why he noticed in the first place.
“Sorry,” Laios suddenly said when he had laid back down. Chilchuck looked down at him, surprised to see him mostly lucid, now. “I delayed us. I should have listened to Marcille.”
Chilchuck clicked his tongue.
“We were all telling you not to eat it, idiot,” he said.
Laios frowned, making a faint whimper, and Chilchuck crossed his arms again, looking away so those damn puppy-dog eyes couldn’t have their full effect on him.
“Where did everyone else go?” Laios suddenly asked, and Chilchuck sighed, slumping his rigid posture.
“Senshi’s getting you more water. And Marcille’s pouting.”
He half expected to hear her yell back that she was not pouting, she was keeping watch, but she made no such response. It occurred to Chilchuck, then, that while he could certainly hear her from this distance, she might not be able to hear them. The room was mostly covered in moss, which muffled any echo, and with her inferior ears, that might be enough to keep the sound from traveling to her.
“So we’re alone?” Laios asked, a small smile creeping up on his lips. Chilchuck frowned, confused.
“Ah… I suppose so?” he said. “Why?”
“I’ve been meaning to ask you—” Laios tried to pick himself up, probably to look Chilchuck in the eyes when he said it, but thankfully his arms were too weak and he settled for just leaning on his side instead. “Did you mean that you have a vagina?”
Chilchuck made a shocked sound, somewhere between a wheeze and a horrible choking noise. He coughed into his hand then grit his teeth, desperately trying to make his flush go down. He figured this was what Laios was going to ask about, he just didn’t expect him to be so blunt.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you,” Laios said, and when Chilchuck spared him another glance, he could tell he really was sorry. He looked so confused, almost to the point of tears, and at last Chilchuck felt his resolve crumble to dust. He sighed, leaning back on his hands, and shook his head.
“You didn’t offend me,” he said. “I just don’t like explaining it. And you were so—”
Chilchuck gestured vaguely to all of Laios, who just blinked back with pure oblivion in his eyes.
“But, yes. I have a… I don’t have a penis. Because I have a vagina.”
“Mn. I thought so.” Laios nodded, laying his head back properly on the little bolster at the top of his bedroll. “I went through every scenario I could think of, and that was the only one that made sense. That or… maybe a monster bit it off.”
Chilchuck made a face that thankfully Laios didn’t see because his tired eyes fell shut again as he was talking.
“I’m just a little sad, I suppose,” Laios continued, much to Chilchuck’s surprise, the words spilling from his lips like he just couldn’t disconnect the wire that ran between his brain and his mouth. “You see, that night I was going to ask if you would want to meet our needs together, because it could be more efficient that way. But if you don’t have the same needs, then, well. I guess my hand will have to do.”
Chilchuck’s face contorted again, this time stuck between horror and a red flush of embarrassingly pleasant surprise.
Laios was going to ask if he wanted to jerk off together.
“You—you—what?” Chilchuck managed to hiss out, but Laios didn’t answer. He was breathing through his mouth in short puffs, and there was sweat beading on his forehead. Chilchuck cursed himself for getting caught up in Laios’s feverish banter and found the washcloth that had slipped from his head, dunking it in cold water to get it cool again before laying it across Laios’s forehead.
He felt strangely soft, looking down at the huge but incapacitated body of his teammate laying on the floor next to him. His ears burned red as he did it, but he couldn’t stop himself as he tucked the blanket properly back up to Laios’s chin, making sure his arms were covered so his damp shirt didn’t get cold being exposed to the air.
Then he went back to staring at the wall and tried desperately not to think about jerking off with Laios. To say he failed at that task would be a dramatic understatement.
…
With one simple admission, Laios was haunting Chilchuck. He already thought about the guy fisting his cock each night during their patrols far more than could be considered normal, but now the image had ballooned into scenes.
What did Laios mean by meeting their needs together? He thought he just meant jerking off in the same room together at first, but with the comment about efficiency, he wasn’t sure that was the case anymore. Had he wanted them to jerk each other off? Chilchuck shivered at the thought of how small his hands were, probably not even big enough to wrap completely around Laios’s cock, and how large Laios’s hands would be on him in comparison. If he did have a dick, Laios could probably cover it completely.
But he didn’t have a dick. And when he factored that into his fantasies, they became all too real. His mind flashed with images of Laios’s hands on his thighs, his fingers teasing him open and pressing inside, and he shivered with want. Even just one finger would probably make him feel full, would reach those deep places inside that he couldn’t get to on his own.
Curse that damn tallman. Chilchuck was usually too busy to be horny when he was in the dungeon, so he didn’t have to deal with it like Laios did. But now his legs were bouncing and his smallclothes were getting damp any time his mind had no other distraction.
He really, really needed to blow off this steam. The last thing any of them needed was a pick-lock too horny to do his job right, getting them killed in some spike trap or eaten by a mimic.
For a moment, it did cross his mind that one way he could do that was to take Laios up on his offer, but he discarded of the thought as soon as it came to him. It wasn’t really an offer, after all, but an admission made in the throes of illness. Laios didn’t seem to have any recollection of it, anyhow, since he seemed completely back to normal after recovering. Or, at least, as normal as Laios could be, which was a pretty low bar.
Instead, Chilchuck decided to do the obvious thing. He’d just have to take a little longer on his patrol that night, and hoped no one noticed or said anything about it, especially Laios.
And what a foolish hope that was.
…
Chilchuck took off his vest and scarf, laid them on the ground to make a small cushion for himself as he leaned back against the wall. His breath was already shaky in his chest just thinking about touching himself, and he felt the heat of shame swirl with his arousal. He felt like a horny teenager again. He really shouldn’t be this worked up over a few words of a feverish admission.
He shivered at the cold air on his legs as he slipped his pants off, leaving them bunched at his ankles, too lazy to kick off his shoes. Shutting his eyes to pretend he was at home, or at least somewhere more appropriate to be doing this, he opened his legs a little wider and touched himself over his smallclothes, just petting the pad of his finger back and forth over his clit. It throbbed at the pressure, and he felt wetness trickle from his folds, dampening the cloth under his hand.
His mind supplied the image of Laios holding him from behind, the feeling of wide, warm palms ghosting his hips, and Chilchuck shuddered, arching his back like he could escape from that imaginary hold.
He realized he had begun to drool, and with a feverish flush, gulped down the saliva pooling in his mouth.
Suddenly filled with desperation he seldom knew since maruting past his adolescent years, Chilchuck shoved his hand into his smallclothes and rubbed his fingers up and down the seam of his sex, gathering wetness on his fingertips before bearing down in tight, fast circles over his clit. He covered his mouth, head leaning back against the stone wall, moans rumbling in his throat. Normally, it wasn’t so hard to be quiet, just a few rough breaths as he reached his climax, but today was different. He was plagued with flashes of fantasy; big arms wrapping around him from behind, holding him to a warm chest; lips on his neck, teeth chewing at the shell of his ear; his own hand replaced with Laios’s, the sensation of calluses and thick knuckles pushing inside him.
He’d intended to go slow, to make this session last long enough to really be satisfying, but that plan was long abandoned, so he barrelled ahead. Two thin fingers pushed into his cunt, curved to rub against his sweet spot, while his palm pressed down against his clit, hips rocking into the thrusts of his own hand. The sound was horribly lude, slick and slapping, echoing in the small room, filing Chilchuck’s sensitive ears with nothing but his own pleasure and the thrum of his fast-beating heart.
His climax caught up to him far too fast, and his legs trembled, thighs closing around his hand as his wrist got tight, the motions small and rapid, pushing himself over the edge like a tripwire carefully disarmed.
A debauched whimper left his lips, his face burning red and sweat clinging tacky to his limbs. He pulled his fingers out, teasing his tortured clit through the final remnants of his orgasm, and then slumped against the wall, hand still shoved down his smallclothes, but just resting over his sex. He took a few slow, deep breaths, and then blinked his eyes open. He pulled his hand up, intended to inspect the slick, clear fluid gelled to his fingertips, but instead, he was met with the sight of Laios, standing across from him, red-faced and frozen.
Chilchuck blinked, his brain too disoriented to register it for a moment, and then screamed and leapt to his feet, hurriedly pulling his pants back up over his hips.
“What the hell are you doing just standing there!?” he yelled. “Were you watching? You perv! You dog!”
Chilchuck stomped his feet angrily against the ground like a rabbit thumping, but Laios didn’t seem threatened, just a little shy and perhaps a tad guilty.
“Sorry,” he finally said in a tone far too casual for the situation. “I just got curious what was taking you so long and, um… I thought you said you didn’t have to touch yourself?
“I don’t—I mean, I didn’t— I mean—why am I even telling you this!” Chilchuck fumbled with his belt, his usually deft fingers turned useless by his embarrassment and confusion.
“I don’t understand.” Laios tilted his head, the picture of innocence. “What changed?”
“You told me you wanted to jerk off together, that’s what changed!” Chilchuck yelled, too angry to control himself, and for a moment, Laios seemed stunned to silence.
And then the bastard smiled.
“Oh. I couldn’t remember if I’d actually said that out loud or if I was dreaming,” he said, stepping closer to Chilchuck. “But I take it… you liked the idea?”
Chilchuck felt his whole body grow cold, like he’d just been dunked in an ice bath. It was one thing when Laios was fevered and delirious, but to hear him flirt when those golden eyes were flashing down at him with complete clarity, looming over Chilchuck at full height, cornering him with his hulking body in full plate armor? Lust curled in his gut like a hook through a fish.
“You freak,” Chilchuck hissed, but his cheeks were warm again and his fingers curled tight around the fabric of his pants, still unable to put them back on fully. What would be the point, when he knew where this was going?
“Chil…” Laios tried to sound hurt, but it was obvious how much that word turned him on. His skin was growing splotchy-pink, his breath short, skin no doubt sticky under his armor. “We don’t have to do this right now. Or ever. But you already know what I want. Might as well ask.”
Chilchuck ground his teeth together. He almost wished Laios would just take it from him without asking so he didn’t have to say it, but he knew he’d resent that in the end. And it wasn’t like Laios, anyways. He may be a freak with no sense of personal boundaries, but he did care about people, especially his party members, and he took his role as leader very seriously. If he hurt Chilchuck—if he did this the wrong way— he’d probably never forgive himself.
“Damnit, just…” Chilchuck sighed, dropping his pants and kicking off his shoes. He stepped out of them and towards Laios, his legs bare, clad only in his damp smallclothes and his sweaty, white blouse. “Just do it already. I need to blow off steam anyways.”
“Yeah?” Laios leaned down, hands on his knees. He didn’t mean to sound teasing, Chilchuck knew, but it still came off that way.
“So it’s true, then. Just one orgasm isn’t enough to satisfy you?”
Chilchuck slapped him, and Laios yelped, standing up and cupping his cheek.
“I just meant, because you have a—you know?” he squawked.
“I know what you meant.” Chilchuck crossed his arms. “But I’m not answering questions like that. If you want to study me like some monster, we’re not doing this. Got it?”
“Ah…” Laios looked extremely disappointed, but nodded nonetheless. “I understand.”
“Good. Now take off your armor, already.”
Laios perked up at that, nodding eagerly as he got to work. Chilchuck could almost imagine a pair of attentive dog-ears and a fluffy, wagging tail as he less-than-carefully shucked off each piece of armor, slowly baring the softer contours of the body beneath. Laios was the type to wear his armor everywhere, even when entirely impractical, so it was rare that Chilchuck saw him like this, and even rarer that he had permission to stare.
He remembered him, body soft and cheeks red, sweating in his bedsheets. He looked so helpless, then. Needed Chilchuck to take care of him. And now, that same body was sturdy under his clothes, round muscles shifting under the fabric.
Now—though he’d never admit it—Chilchuck wanted to be the helpless one.
“So, um.” Laios looked at him, hands resting on the waistline of his own pants, but not trying to pull them down, yet. “What do we do exactly?”
“Huh?” Chilchuck gave him a disbelieving look. “You’re the one who thought this up. Don’t have some fantasy to fulfill?”
Laios flushed. Of course he did.
“Well… I sort of imagined we’d just.” He made an indecent gesture, then grinned sheepishly. “But to each other. You know?”
Chilchuck felt shame leech red into his cheeks. Laios sounded like an inexperienced teenager, which should put some caution in him, and yet, it made something hot twist in his stomach, a molten snake of desire. Laios was so stupid. So stupid horny. So stupid horny for Chilchuck.
“But seeing as, uh. I’m not all that familiar with. Your parts. I’m not sure what that would look like,” Laios continued, his gaze to the floor. “So I need you to tell me what to do.”
Chilchuck flinched. It was entirely unfair how Laios could say these things so shamelessly, without even realizing how hot and goddamn bothered it made Chilchuck.
It took an enormous effort not to just tell him to get on the ground and bark like a good dog, but with a great sigh, Chilchuck relented to doing what he knew he needed to, being the more experienced party here.
“Well. Are you more interested in touching me, or me touching you? Because you’re not putting your dick in me right now. I’m taking that firmly off the table,” he said.
Laios flushed, shivering through a feverish nod.
“No, of course,” he mumbled, then gulped, mulling on the question. “I really… really want to touch you. I want to know you, Chil. Want to—”
Laios’s eyes got that fuzzy look: the absorbing gaze of obsession.
“To explore you.”
Chilchuck put his head in his hand, dragging his palm down over his skin with a groan and a string of swears Laios couldn’t understand, but had certainly heard before, straight from the half-foot’s mouth.
“Of course you do,” he said. “Fine, then. I’ll sit…” He scanned the room, spotted a broken pillar that was just the right height. “There. And you kneel in front of me. Got it?”
Laios nodded, and Chilchuck cracked a smile. He was tempted to call him a good boy, but that was probably a step too far. (Plus, he wasn’t sure Laios deserved to hear it yet. He hadn’t done anything deserving of a treat, had he?)
Chilchuck scolded himself as he climbed onto his seat, desperately trying to reign his brain in even as he watched Laios kneel down between his parted legs, meaty thighs squishing as he sat back on his heels, the loose fabric of his pants tightening over the obvious bulge at his crotch. Laios may be a freak, but he was also pretty damn young, all things considered, and pretty obviously inexperienced, too. Chilchuck had to keep his cool and keep this easy on the guy. He owed him that much, for all the kindness and respect Laios had shown him as a party leader.
Because he did respect him. They both respected each other. Their rapport was—not quite this intimate, usually—but they were close. Very close. Close enough to communicate with a few silent nods, to sit side by side and not flinch when their legs brushed.
Laios even called Chilchuck by his first name. Not that the tallman knew what that meant to him. But it did mean something.
“So. Can I?” Laios reached up, resting his hand against Chilchuck’s thigh, thumb slipping under the side of his smallclothes.
Chilchuck nodded, leaned back and lifted his legs to make sliding them off easier. Laios moved with gentleness, but not exactly caution. It didn’t feel so much like he was worried he would break Chilchuck, but that he wanted to savor this moment. Eat his food slowly to remember the taste.
“Oh. It’s so… pink,” Laios said, staring straight down the barrel of Chilchuck’s open thighs. “And wet.”
“I just came a minute ago,” Chilchuck reminded him. “Don’t take it as a compliment.”
Laios suppressed a smile, and Chilchuck rolled his eyes. To be fair, it sort of was because of Laios that he was wet, but he didn’t need to know that.
“Can I put my mouth on you?” Laios asked so suddenly and so bluntly that Chilchuck felt like Laios had just kicked him in the chest instead.
“Yes—” Chilchuck answered on instinct, then grimaced, quickly adding the caveat: “But no teeth!”
Laios nodded, taking the instruction very seriously, and put one hand on each of Chilchuck’s thighs, his fingers nearly wrapping three-quarters of the way around even the thickest part of his legs. Chilchuck felt lightheaded at just that simple demonstration of their difference in size, but his mind truly melted when Laios leaned in, pressing his nose into the thatch of reddish hair around his sex taking a deep whiff.
Laios hummed, eyes fluttering shut for a moment, and before Chilchuck had a chance to call him a freak, Laios’s head tilted, lips meeting his folds and tongue pressing experimental licks into him.
A shiver ran down Chilchuck’s spine, and his legs opened wider on instinct. Laois’s hands found purchase beneath his knees, tilting Chilchuck’s whole body to a better angle for his mouth, the movement easy, like it took no effort to heft the half-foot’s weight. The hot muscle of his tongue dipped into Chilchuck’s entrance, and he let out a small—yet hugely embarrassing—whimper.
Laios smiled, pulling back to look at him with a drenched chin and a look of genuine joy.
“You taste so good,” he said.
“Don’t get any ideas about eating me,” Chilchuck deadpanned, flicking Laios on the forehead. Laios laughed, the sound soft and affectionate, and Chilchuck felt it significantly harder to keep his expression dry. Why was Laios actually being really cute right now?
“I’m not a cannibal, Chil,” he said, gently kissing Chilchuck’s inner thigh, and Chilchuck turned away and covered his mouth, shivering involuntarily.
“Could have fooled me,” he joked back, though his voice was broken, his breath tight in his chest. He felt a small tremble of anticipation in his thighs as Laios gently closed his eyes, pale lashes flickering delicately like falling snow, and pressed his lips back into Chilchuck’s hidden heat.
It seemed Laios was done experimenting, and now returned to the task with the goal of giving pleasure. His tongue swirled around the bud of Chilchuck’s clit, lips latching around it and sucking, gently at first, then with more suction as Chilchuck made rumbling little moans for him. Laios’s hands stroked up his thighs, ticklishly soft, and Chilchuck couldn’t help how he thrusted towards Laios’s mouth, stomach clenching at all the attention on his clit.
“Feel good?” Laios asked, hardly removing his mouth to speak so Chilchuck could still feel the movement of his lips against his folds.
“Fucking—obviously,” Chilchuck replied, petulant, but in no state of mind to lie. He already felt out of breath, and Laios hardly seemed finished with him.
Laios’s tongue delved into him, licking broad stripes at first and then slowly honing in on his hole. Laios pressed so close, his nose was buried in Chilchuck’s pubes, and every breath must have been pure half-foot dungeon-musk, but of course Laios probably loved that. His tongue breached into Chilchuck, thicker than two of his own fingers would be and just as strong, but warmer, wetter, and wriggly. Rather than just fucking in and out, Laios’s tongue could curl and twist and flick, grazing his sensitive walls with unpredictable movements that had Chilchuck whimpering behind his clamped-shut jaw.
He switched his attention back to Chilchuck’s clit, and the sudden flick of his tongue on the sensitive bud had his right leg kicking out involuntarily. Laios caught it easily, squeezing his calf and grinning up at him.
“Doing alright?” he asked.
“Fine, thank you,” Chilchuck huffed, though once again he failed at really delivering a sharp tone. It was too obvious how affected he was in the sound of his breath.
Laios laughed into him, and Chilchuck shivered at the vibrations, then bit down hard on his bottom lip to keep from moaning when those sinful lips wrapped around his clit again.
It was entirely unfair how good Laios was at this, since as far as Chilchuck could tell, he’d likely never done it before. Though, if he was being honest, it wasn’t skill or practice that made Laios an effective lover. It was the pure, unbridled hunger of his passion. It was the fact that it was him doing this to Chilchuck, right here, right now.
Laios’s hands found their way to Chilchuck’s hips, then, and gently adjusted his position, making him lie down so he had even clearer access to the sopping-wet folds between Chilchuck’s thighs.
“What are you—” Chilchuck started to ask, pushing himself up onto his elbows in protest, but then a finger started to circle his entrance, poking at him from under Laios’s sloppy chin, and Chilchuck took in a sharp breath, preparing himself to really be penetrated.
The pad of Laios’s finger popped inside, almost thick enough to pass for a half-foot dick, and with small, circular thrusts he slowly worked it deeper and deeper inside, all while keeping his tongue busy on Chilchuck’s clit. Chilchuck let his head fall back, breathing heavy through his open mouth as he felt Laios’s stupidly long finger reach deep inside him, petting at all the most sensitive places. He twisted his hand, circling his finger up, and it felt like he was touching Chilchuck’s clit from the inside, too, which earned him a warbling moan from the half-foot’s trembling lips.
Deeply embarrassed at the sound that just came out of him, Chilchuck let himself fall back onto the pillar and covered his mouth, tears of shame and pleasure pricking at his eyes. He should be able to handle this, really. It wasn’t his first rodeo. But goddammit, Laios just didn’t know when to quit. He rubbed that spot mercilessly and sucked on Chilchuck’s clit like it was a dick, and Chilchuck’s thighs trembled, trying to close around his head. Laios’s free hand gripped him behind the knee again, gentle yet firm in keeping him open, and Chilchuck whined, completely pathetic, feeling so small and twisted in his core. He liked this, being dominated by an inexperienced, idiotic freak of a man. Being held open by huge hands, pushed down by just a small fraction of his partner’s strength. Being eaten out by a hungry mouth and a huge, wet tongue that cared more about tasting him than anything else.
He liked being Laios’s meal. And knowing that felt strangely good at the same time it made him wither with shame.
Laios shifted his finger slightly and Chilchuck gasped. Oh there was the good spot. Laios picked up on it immediately, rubbing in ridiculously fast little circles, and Chilchuck reached down to grab his hair, thrusting his cunt into Laios’s face.
“Don’t stop, fucking—fuck! There! There!” Chilchuck went stiff, his legs trembling as he came, slick gushing out of him and onto Laios’s face and hand. Laios pulled his finger free, the scrape of it enough to have Chilchuck wincing even with all his wetness, and then Laios’s lips were back on his cunt, lapping up all his cum like it was a full-course meal.
“Laios—” Chilchuck started to chastise him, but Laios’s hands wrapped around his waist, then, thumbs meeting at the middle of his stomach, and Chilchuck was too red in the face to find words. He sighed a shuddering sigh and relented to Laios’s hunger, letting him lap up all his wetness even though his crotch ached with sensitivity.
He may have been the one to cum, but this whole thing was for Laios, wasn’t it?
“Mn.” Laios hummed as he pulled away, pupils wide in his half-lidded eyes and face a dripping mess. “That was amazing. You’re amazing.”
Chilchuck squeaked, then gulped.
“Um. You weren’t half-bad either, I guess,” he tried to compliment him back, and Laios lifted his gaze, showing him an appreciative smile.
“I’m glad you had fun,” he said, wiping the back of his wrist across his mouth and chin. “If you ever need to let off some steam again, I’d be happy to help.”
Chilchuck sighed out a swear in his native tongue, covering his face with his hands for a moment before he carefully sat himself back up.
“I think I’ll be quite satisfied from now on,” he grumbled, but then felt a little bad as Laios’s expression deflated into that sad puppy-dog look. Damn. He really wanted to do this again?
“Okay. Well. Thank you for letting me see you like this just this once,” Laios said, shifting away and standing himself up again, his jaw tight with wounded pride, though he was trying his best not to let it show—to take the rejection amicably. He adjusted his pants, then, the movement unconscious, but it drew Chilchuck’s attention regardless. He wasn’t hard anymore, he realized, and he was standing sort of awkwardly, like his clothes were wet.
“Did… did you cum in your pants?” Chilchuck blurted out.
Laios turned red.
“You did, didn’t you?” Chilchuck’s mind raced, trying to recall a moment when Laios’s hands weren’t on him, when he could have reached down to touch himself, but there wasn’t one. He didn’t. He just came in his pants untouched from eating Chilchuck out.
“Laios—”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Laios cut him off, and Chilchuck clicked his tongue, giving him a sympathetic look.
“Come here.” He waved him down, and like a well-trained dog, Laios got back on his knees for him. Chilchuck took his stupidly handsome, pouting face into his hands, palms resting on the apples of his cheeks, and met his watery, golden gaze.
“You were very good,” he told him as he leaned closer, not missing the spark of pride in his eyes before Chilchuck shut his to kiss him, just once on the lips. “And maybe, if you’re patient, we can do this again sometime. Preferably not in the dungeon. Yeah?”
Laios nodded fervently, staring at Chilchuck’s lips with rapt attention. Well, if kissing was going to be his new fixation, that was probably better than wanting to investigate Chilchuck’s genitals, or whatever had spurred this on in the first place.
“Do you promise?” Laios asked, his big, sweaty hands clamping down on Chilchuck’s hips again, reminding him with a flush that he was still naked from the waist down. “I can take you to an inn. I can make it romantic. We can—”
“Shush.” Chilchuck put a finger over his lips. “Don’t spoil it. I said be patient, didn’t I?”
Laios frowned. Patience was not exactly one of his virtues—if he had virtues at all—but after a moment his expression changed into one of determination.
Ah, that’s right. He did have one virtue.
When he put his mind to something, there was nothing that could stand in his way of his goal. Chilchuck realized with a shudder and deep twist of desire in his gut that he was his goal now, and fuck if it didn’t feel good to be wanted like that.