Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
Krujha
It seemed to Krujha that the worst of the trouble was behind them now that the turmoil over Zesh’s assassination would be pinned on Tessarion, instead of Alwyn.
The elf seemed in better spirits, too, as they left the award ceremony.
He brought Krujha to his small dormitory, where the rest of his belongings remained.
At first, he thought Alwyn planned to stay in his dormitory room until they decided on their next steps, but he seemed to grow nervous the longer he showed Krujha around.
“Can I go with you tonight?” Alwyn asked.
“Of course you can,” he replied, winking at him. Alwyn looked away in a huff, color rising in his face, but he started packing all the same.
Krujha had taken a room earlier that day at an inn nearby, now that Ferym had deemed Alwyn well enough to no longer require his healing.
There were a handful of inns in the city advertising rooms that had beds large enough for orcs to lie in comfortably, and Krujha had simply picked the one closest to the healer.
As he led Alwyn there, the elf’s good mood seemed to grow more anxious, though he could not determine exactly why.
At the inn, Alwyn stepped into Krujha’s room—then froze, staring at the oversized mattress.
“What?” Krujha teased, closing the door behind him. “Were you expecting a bed all to yourself, greedy thing?”
“N-no,” Alwyn stammered, glowering up at him. “It’s just—I mean...”
He trailed off, but Krujha could see the color rising in his face.
For a time, they had slept in the same tent, curled together for warmth.
Now, he supposed, there was no such pretense.
If they slept in the same bed together, it would be because they wanted to—maybe that was the cause of his nerves.
Though Krujha had no doubt of Alwyn’s desire to be with him, the elf still seemed to gather resolve and brace himself for every step forward he took with Krujha.
Not that he minded. If anything, he rather enjoyed coaxing Alwyn more and more out of his shell.
“Oh, I see,” he said in a teasing tone, stepping closer to him. “No, you’re excited to break in such a comfy bed with me, aren’t you?”
Alwyn’s face turned even more pink as he glared up at Krujha again; but he didn’t deny it, stepping away and setting down his things in the far corner of the room.
Krujha pulled off his heavy cloak and unbuttoned his tunic. The formal clothes didn’t quite fit him, so he would be eager to change into something more comfortable—maybe nothing at all, if he was lucky.
“Krujha,” Alwyn blurted out, turning toward him, his eyes still trained on the ground. Krujha paused, waiting for him to continue. “I... There are a lot of things I’m still worried about.”
Krujha paused. Maybe he had misread the situation after all. He stepped closer to Alwyn and peered down into his face, trying to read his expression, but the elf wouldn’t meet his eyes.
“Tell me,” he prompted softly. Alwyn shook his head, brows furrowing.
“Not right now,” he mumbled. “Right now, I just—I want to be distracted.”
Krujha blinked, surprised, then stifled a chuckle.
“I would be happy to distract you,” he replied, and he knelt down in front of the elf.
Alwyn sucked in a sharp breath as Krujha pressed his hands to the elf’s chest, unhooking the pin that kept his warm winter cloak around his shoulders.
It fell around his feet in a heap, and Krujha’s fingers slipped into the buttons of his tunic next.
“I want to ask for something,” Alwyn said, his voice barely above a whisper, as Krujha’s hands slipped through the opening of his tunic—not quite finding bare skin, but a warm undershirt.
“Anything,” Krujha agreed. With the tunic unbuttoned, he could at least reach the soft, bare skin of Alwyn’s neck. He pressed his lips to it, feeling Alwyn’s pulse quicken against his mouth.
“I want—” Alwyn stammered, his smaller hands gripping Krujha’s shoulders. “I want to—you know.”
“I don’t know,” he replied, laughing against him. “Tell me what you want.”
He could practically feel the embarrassed heat coming off Alwyn’s face as he continued to undress the elf, kissing the bare skin he revealed inch by inch.
“I...” Alwyn forced out. “I want you to be inside me. But—not just your fingers.”
Krujha’s cock had never felt more strangled in his tight trousers. His breath escaped him in a low rumble. He very much wanted the same thing, but—
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he replied, shaking his head.
He had imagined the elf speared on his cock more times than he could count now, but it had seemed like something Alwyn was too apprehensive of to ever be in the realm of possibility.
Considering their size difference, he couldn’t blame Alwyn for not being interested.
And it wasn’t like he hadn’t enjoyed what they had done already—he would have been more than satisfied if that was the extent of it.
And, most of all, Alwyn had so recently been terribly injured.
He never wanted to be another source of pain to him.
“I’m not hurt anymore,” Alwyn protested. “And… we’ll just go slow. I’ll tell you if it hurts.”
For a moment, Krujha was quiet and still, considering.
That Alwyn was asking at all must have meant he truly wanted it, and badly.
Much as he didn’t want to hurt the elf, he also did not want to deny him anything he desired.
They could at least try; and if it was too much for Alwyn, they could take it back off the table just as easily.
“Are you sure?” Krujha asked, afraid to agree too readily. He met Alwyn’s eyes. The sweet pink flush on his cheeks made him want to kiss the elf all over. Though he was clearly embarrassed, there was no hint of regret or uncertainty in his amber eyes.
“Yes,” Alwyn said, nodding once. He looked so very serious about it.
Krujha felt his heart squeeze all over again, aching with affection and admiration and concern and joy, all at once.
He still couldn’t quite understand how the little elf had squirmed his way into his heart, but neither could he deny the warm blossom of emotion that flooded him now. “I’m sure.”
Krujha smiled and tilted his head up to capture Alwyn’s lips with his own.
The elf’s fingers dug into the flesh of his shoulders as Krujha kissed him deeply, memorizing the taste of him—the smell of his skin, the feel of his delicate form in his arms. He had come so close to losing this, losing him.
He would never let Alwyn be in such danger ever again.
When they broke the kiss, Alwyn’s eyes were dark with arousal, his lips glistening and slightly parted.
His tunic was still pulled half-open, and Krujha could feel the hard press of the elf’s cock against him.
He grinned, and this time Alwyn didn’t look away with a scoff, but offered a nervous smile of his own.
“If you’re sure,” Krujha said softly, his voice rough. “Then I want to make you come first. You always get so wet for me after.”
Alwyn’s face heated again, but he nodded quickly.
“And get these damn winter clothes off,” Krujha added. Alwyn laughed. They undressed as quickly as they could, their layers of clothes crumpled on the ground. Alwyn, naked and shivering, climbed under the blankets as Krujha was finally peeling his trousers off.
“You looked good in those,” he said, eyeing Krujha as he kicked them away. He could only bring himself to laugh.
“They were so tight I was worried I would never get hard again,” he chuckled, climbing into the bed beside him. Alwyn rolled his eyes.
“Obviously, your fear was unfounded,” he muttered, and Krujha laughed again. It faded into a soft sigh of pleasure, though, as Alwyn’s hand touched him there, finding his cock perfectly hard and undamaged. “See?”
“Might need to keep checking,” he murmured. “Just to make sure.”
Alwyn scoffed. “I thought you said you wanted me to come first.”
He grinned. “Ah, that’s right.”
Before Alwyn could give another snarky reply, he was on top of the elf, kissing down the length of his torso. His tongue swiped over the pink buds of his nipples, eliciting a sound halfway between a gasp and a yelp with each pass. Finally, with a needy whine, Alwyn pushed him lower.
Everything about him was so small and delicate.
Even the taste of his cock in Krujha’s mouth had a sweetness to it, so different from the salt and musk he had first expected.
He could take Alwyn’s length all the way down, making him gasp and moan as every inch of his cock pressed into Krujha’s mouth.
His hands fisted in Krujha’s hair as his mouth slowly moved up and down his length, his tongue pressing harder against the tip to feel the slick fluid that swelled and overflowed there.
He could understand why Alwyn had asked for this, now.
Even when he sucked Alwyn’s cock down to the base, some primal urge in Krujha ached for more, frantic with the desire to surround him wholly and bring every part of the elf inside of him.
He needed to be more than connected to him, to consume him entirely—until he was part of Alwyn, and Alwyn was part of him.
He had never been close enough with anyone to ever allow himself to fall in love, but somehow Alwyn had snuck through all his defenses.
He hadn’t even realized what was happening until he had already fallen too far to ever recover.
How could he deny the elf anything he wanted, when he had sliced away so much of Krujha’s heart to claim for himself?
“Krujha,” Alwyn moaned, his breath hitching. Did he even know how completely he had Krujha in his hands? “Fuck, you feel so good.”