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Jurard sniffled and shivered as he pulled the blankets closer to his body. The prince was curled up in a tight ball, wrapped in silks and satin as he had a damp cloth over his burning forehead. He was both too cold and too warm, a feeling that he hated. His room was dark, save for a small desk light that barely illuminated his room.
His head was pounding, threatening to split his skull open. Jurard tried to shove his face into his pillow, hoping to find a bit of relief. He sighed as he found no such luck. The prince took a deep breath in, but the air hitched as it caught in his chest. He started coughing. The pain rattled his chest, his breathing sounded wet and he was sure his head would burst from the pain.
"Fuck." He mumbled as he tried to get comfortable. Jurard rotated his body all around his bed as if he was a rotisserie chicken cooking on a grill. He definitely felt like one with how warm his body was. His stiff and sore limbs protested with each movement he took, causing him to groan in both pain and annoyance.
Jurard gave up and laid on his left side, his back to his bedroom door. He coughed again and curled in on himself with a groan.
A light knock was heard at his door, then he heard the creek of it opening. It was ear splitting as it caused his head to hurt even more.
"You alive in there?" Came the soft, yet gruff voice of his partner. Jurard huffed in response. "I'll take that as a yes." Jurard heard the soft sounds of the door clicking shut, then light footsteps leading up to his bed.
Jurard coughed as he moaned in pain. The dinosaur heard the sounds of a mug clicking against his end table, then felt the bed dip. Rough fingers brushed against his warm cheek, then moved some of his sweat soaked hair out of his face.
Jurard turned his head slightly and saw lavender eyes looking at him in the dim light.
"Ya’ look like shit." Ruze said with a small smile. Jurard's face was flushed with fever, yet his skin was paler than snow. His eyes were glassy and his nose was stuffed up, making it hard for him to breathe.
Jurard glared at Ruze, but it was as threatening as a newborn faun. He tried to swat at Ruze, but his arm felt like iron bars were tied to it. He dropped it back onto the silk sheets with a huff.
"Fuck you." He grumbled. His voice was gravely and hoarse. His throat felt like shards of glass slicing through his flesh every time he spoke. Jurard watched as Ruze sighed and reached for the wash cloth.
"Christ, yer' cooking the rag. Damn thing's bone dry." Ruze mumbled as he took the rag off Jurard's forehead. Jurard was expecting him to re-damp the cloth, instead he reached over and grabbed a few pillows. "Alright, up you go, ya’ dried out gecko."
Jurard's body went limp as Ruze carefully pulled the dinosaur up into a sitting position. The prince laid against Ruze’s chest, as the monster hunter began stacking the pillows on top of each other. Once they got to a satisfying height, Ruze let Jurard lean against the pillows, having him sit up right. Jurard blinked as he looked at Ruze, unsure of what he was doing.
Ruze turned to the mug, picked it up, then turned back to Jurard. “Made ya’ some tea. Lemon, honey, and ginger. Should help a bit.” Ruze spoke softly as he held the steaming mug out to his boyfriend. Jurard looked down, then back up to Ruze. He reached both hands out and wrapped his cold fingers around the warm mug and gave a satisfying hum. Ruze didn’t let go, until he knew Jurard had a stable hold on it.
Jurard took a slow slip, then another. The tea felt wonderful on his poor throat. Ruze could hear small happy chirps from Jurard as he slowly drank his tea.
“Glad to hear that the tea is helpin’.” Ruze grinned as he began to rub the prince's knees in a soothing motion. Jurard only nodded his head in response.
Once he had enough, he stretched his arms out to give the mug back to Ruze. Ruze placed the mug back down onto the end table, then turned to face his sleepy prince.
“ ‘m ‘orry-” Jurard started, but was cut off due to a coughing fit. Ruze rubbed his back while Jurard proceeded to hack up a lung.
“Hollow Tree, that sounded fuckin’ painful,” Ruze winced once Jurard’s lungs stopped trying to expel themselves from the prince’s body. “Need more tea?” He asked.
Jurard shook his head no. “No, but I’m sorry-”
Ruze cut him off, “yeah, yeah, I heard you start to say you’re sorry the first time. And I swear to the Hollow Tree Jurard, if you’re trying to apologize for being sick? I’m gonna smack you upside the head.” Ruze signed as he stopped rubbing Jurard’s back. “It’s not yer’ fault you got sick.”
Jurard gave a small pout, pursing his lips as he spoke, “I could have picked a different time to get sick though!” He hissed. “It’s our anniversary! Why did the Hollow Tree curse me with the flu!” Jurard threw his arms up and dramatically tossed his head to the side, but quickly threw his hands up to cradle his now pounding head. “I had so much stuff planned for us today.” He mumbled.
Ruze signed as he inched closer to Jurard, pulling him close to his chest, “It’s fine Jurard. Shit happens. What matters is that your ass gets better, so I can pound it another day.” Ruze could feel Jurard’s body shiver. He wasn’t sure if it was from the cold, or from the thoughts of Ruze railing him.
Jurard’s breath shuddered on the exhale, then yawned. His body was still flush with fever, and his limbs were still full of fatigue. Ruze leaned Jurard back onto the pillows, then took his left arm into his hands. Jurard watched as Ruze began to massage the limb, kneading and digging his fingers into the meat of Jurard’s arms.
“What are you-” Jurard started as Ruze moved down his arm.
“Giving you a massage? The fuck does it look like?” Ruze questioned with a smirk as he made his way down to Jurard’s hand. As he massaged the delicate fingers, he placed a kiss on each knuckle. Jurard wasn’t sure if his face was flush from the fever, or from embarrassment, but he was enjoying the prince treatment.
Ruze then worked his way back up Jurard’s arm, placing a kiss on his shoulder, along with a quick nip. Jurard took in a sharp inhale, then began to relax again as Ruze reached for his other arm, giving his right arm the same treatment as his left. This time however, Ruze placed a kiss on each fingernail. He then kissed the back of Jurard’s hand, making direct eye contact with the prince. Jurard swallowed hard as he watched Ruze start to pull the blankets away.
“Wh-what are you-” A coughing fit cut Jurard off again.
Ruze stopped what he was doing and started to rub Juard’s thigh, waiting for the chest rattling cough to subside. Once the fit was done, Ruze stopped rubbing Jurard’s thighs. “I was gonna try to be sexy while I give your legs a massage, but now I’m not sure if I wanna go through with the “sexy” part. Just incase your royal lungs try to run the fuck away again.”
Jurard looked hurt as he let a small whine escape, “No wait, I wanna see the sexy part!”
Ruze gave him a small chuckle. Ruze leaned forward, placing a hand under Jurard’s chin, “how about I just give you a massage, then, if you’re good, I can give you a hand job. Wha’d ya’ say, love?”
Jurard’s brain began to short circuit as he watched as Ruze leaned forward towards his ear, “Ya’ know, I could take your temperature. You can get a more accurate reading from inside.”
Jurard started to panic as he weakly pushed Ruze off him, “You’re gonna get sick too if you do that!” He could only yell so loud before his voice cracked, but Ruze could still hear the want and embarrassment in his tone. “As much as I want it.” Jurard mumbled with a small pout.
Ruze leaned back and gave a chuckle, “Alright, we’ll save that one for when yer’ not sick.” Ruze then started to take Jurard’s blankets off him again.
“What are you-”
“Alright, shirt off and on your stomach.” Ruze said as he threw the blankets to the side. Jurard looked confused as he shivered, “how the fuck am I supposed to massage your back while you’re leaning against the pillows?” Ruze laughed.
“Why do I need to take off my shirt?” Jurard questioned as he stared at Ruze.
Ruze crossed his arms, “You want a good massage? Shirt off, it’s easier to get to your back this way.”
“Oh, right.” Jurard unbuttoned his night shirt, slipped it off, then slowly started to scooch down to lay flat on the mattress. Once he was on his stomach, Ruze climbed on top of him and sat on his thighs, “What are you- oohhh…” Jurard began to melt into the mattress, as Ruze’s fingers started to dig into his shoulders.
“Damn girl, yer’ back is tight.” Ruze said as he found several muscle knots in the prince's back. As Ruze was working on his shoulders, he would move to the back of his neck, then up towards his head. Ruze would then give Jurard’s scalp light scratches. Jurard started to drool and melt into the bed, letting out happy chirps and chitters.
Ruze spent a few minutes working on Jurard’s back. He could tell that he would have to give him a much better and longer massage when he wasn’t sick. His poor leader’s posture was absolutely wrecked after being hunched over a desk for hours, filling out report after report. As Ruze finished up on his back, he leaned down and placed a kiss on each shoulder blade, then started to make a trail of kisses going down his back.
“Mmmmm… Ruuuzzeeee…” Jurard moaned as Ruze stopped his kisses, right above Jurard’s tail bone.
Jurard felt Ruze shift above him, then felt a warm breath tickle his ears, “Hey love, wanna bring your tail out?”
Jurard shuttered and let out a sigh, “Too tired, too much energy.” He mumbled into his bedsheets.
Ruze rubbed his back as he leaned back, “That’s fine, I can massage your tail another day.” Ruze got off the bed, and heard a small whine from Jurard, “Calm yer’ ass, I can’t massage yer’ legs if I’m sitting on them, dumb-dumb.”
Jurard stretched out as Ruze grabbed Jurard’s left leg and began to massage it. He started out at Jurard’s foot, then moved up to his shin. He did the same on his right side, stopping just above his knees. Jurard didn’t know how much time had passed, but he felt Ruze nudging his shoulders.
“Hey sleepy face, roll over, I gotta get your thighs still.” Ruze’s voice was soft as he shook Jurard awake.
“ ‘mmm?” Jurard moaned as he slowly rolled over. His body was feeling like one big noodle as he finally felt some comfort during his sickness.
Ruze laughed as he started to massage Jurard’s thighs. He could see Jurard’s face getting flush again, and he could feel the prince start to tense up. “Don’t tense up baby, ya’ gotta relax.” Ruze smirked as he felt Jurard’s thighs twitch, “I’m just giving ya’ a massage, I’m not doing anything else right now.”
Jurard squirmed a bit, “I know… But…” He started.
Ruze stopped what he was doing and climbed back on the bed. He pushed Juard’s legs apart and sat in between them. Ruze leaned forward and placed one hand on one side of Jurard’s head, then placed the other under his chin, tilting his head up, “But what, love? Do you want that anniversary hand job after all?” Jurard whimpered a bit, and tried to look away, “use your words, my prince.”
Jurard squirmed, making the bed creek a bit, “Can I?”
Ruze leaned down and placed a kiss on Jurard’s forehead. He could taste the salt from his sweat, but he didn’t care, “of course, my prince.” Ruze sat back up and placed his hands on Jurard’s sides. He pulled his underwear down, lifted his legs up in the air and threw the clothing off.
Jurard’s legs landed back on the bed with a soft ‘thud’, as his half hard cock was laying on his stomach. Ruze leaned over to the end table and fished out a bottle of lube. He twisted the cap off, and coated his fingers. Ruze looked at Jurard, “When you’re not sick, I’ll fuck you silly, for now, I’ll take care of you and make you feel good.”
Ruze reached down and started to tease Jurard’s cock. He watched as it quickly became rock hard in just a few light touches. Jurard bucked his hips into Ruze’s hand with a moan. Ruze gripped the throbbing cock, but didn’t move his hand. He leaned down, gave Jurard’s forehead one more kiss, then said, “Happy Anniversary, Jurard.”
“H-happy Anniver-aaahhh~” Jurard let out a sharp moan as Ruze began to pump his cock. Jurard bucked and jerked his hips as Ruze pumped with a brutal pace. The prince could feel the heat quickly beginning to pool in his abdomen. “Ruuu-aaahh~zee! Mmmm~, too fast- aaaaah~!” Jurard wasn’t going to last long. He wasn’t sure if it was because he had Ruze touching his cock, or the sickness that made him this sensitive.
Ruze watched as Jurard was quickly coming undone under him. Jurard has to grip the bedsheets for dear life as Ruze pumped. “You’re doing great, love. That’s the noise I like to hear.”
“I.. I’m… aaaaaaahh~!” The prince came with a cry. His eyes rolled back into his head as his body began to jerk and shake. Ruze watched as his hand began to get coated in cum, but he didn’t mind it. Jurard’s tongue started to slip out of his mouth along with a line of drool. Ruze helped Jurard ride out his high, then slowed down as Jurard’s breathing became a bit labored. The monster hunter leaned down and began to pepper Jurard’s face and neck in kisses, “You did great baby.” Ruze said between kisses.
“Mmmm….” Was all Jurard could say in response. He felt the bed get lighter, then heard the sound of running water.
Ruze had gone into Jurard’s private bathroom, cleaned his hands up, grabbed a cloth, damped it and then came back to clean Jurard up. He continued to tell Jurard how good he was as he cleaned him. Ruze got another cloth and began to wipe the sweat off Jurard’s body. It was a struggle, but he got Jurard back into clean clothes.
“Feeling better?” Ruze asked as he placed a new damp cloth on Jurard’s forehead.
The prince grumbled, “I’d feel better with your dick in my ass.”
Ruze chuckled, “Just you wait, once you’re better I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk, how’s that sound?”
Jurard yawned as he snuggled into the blankets. “I’d like that.” He mumbled, his speech slowly getting slurred with sleep. He didn’t want to admit it, but the massage and the handjob successfully tired his body out. Maybe he could actually get some sleep? He yawned again and let his eyes close.
Ruze gave Jurard one last kiss, this time on his cheek. “Get some rest, Jurard. I’ll check back in a few hours, ok?”
“Love you Ruze.” Jurard mumbled with a smile on his face.
“Love ya’ too.” Ruze stood up and made his way to Jurard’s bedroom door, “Happy anniversary, ya stinky gecko.”