Chapter 15
Evran wakes to soft morning light filtering through unfamiliar windows and the warm weight of an arm draped across his waist. For a moment he's disoriented, not recognizing the room—larger than his own, with different furnishings and the lingering scent of pine and leather that he's come to associate with Vaike.
Then memory floods back—the library, the kiss, Vaike carrying him to these chambers, carefully undressing him and holding him through the night.
Not asking for more than Evran was ready to give, just touching and kissing and learning each other in the quiet darkness.
Falling asleep wrapped in strong arms, feeling safer and more wanted than he ever has in his life.
Immediately, Evran is aware of the very solid, warm and comforting figure plastered firmly along the line of his back, a single thick leg wedged in between both of Evran’s as large callused fingers rest quietly against Evran’s lower abdomen.
He feels a content, languid smile blossoming across his face as Vaike’s breath stirs the fine hairs at the nape of his neck, and the rise and fall of Vaike’s chest moves in perfect tandem with Evran’s own.
Even though the moment is perfect, he still yearns to shift around to face Vaike, to gaze at the peacefulness and relaxation on a face normally tormented by responsibility and the burden of rule.
He wants to watch the fluttering of Vaike’s eyelashes as he dreams and to trace his plump, parted lips with exploratory fingertips.
But Evran doesn’t want to wake him up. Not when he’s afraid it will make this moment end and shatter the magic of last night.
So instead, he shimmies back further into the defined expansion of Vaike’s chest, chasing that lulling, radiant warmth seeping from the warlord as it soaks into Evran’s skin.
And as he moulds himself to fit snugly along the contours of Vaike’s body, Evran feels something rigid and stirring pressing against the curve of his ass.
Instantaneously, his own cock begins to harden in response and he’s left momentarily light headed with simmering lust as it begins to churn low in his gut.
He’s felt this before when it comes to Vaike, but he’s never had the man naked and pressed against him in bed.
Unable to help himself, Evran pushes backwards with gentle, seeking hips, hoping against hope to find Vaike is just as interested as Evran is.
After a few minutes of grinding into the heat of Vaike’s body with restrained motions, Evran begins to notice the subtle uptake in Vaike’s breathing, how the once slack fingers against Evran’s stomach have begun to twitch and dig white indents into his skin.
“Evran,” Vaike groans throatily, the lower timbre of his voice still soaked with sleep and the heady vibrations rattle down the length of Evran’s spine and shoot straight to his dick.
“Good morning, my lord,” Evran murmurs, already flushing.
“Good morning indeed,” Vaike bites the words into the softness of Evran’s shoulder with blunt teeth, wrenching a quiet moan from the pit of Evran’s stomach. “What a nice way to wake up.”
Evran breathes out a startled laugh and turns himself around to face him. Vaike blinks drowsily at him, but there’s an unmistakably fond look in his expression that makes Evran’s breath become lodged somewhere in his lungs at the sight.
Remembering the reason he roused the warlord from his slumber in the first place, Evran takes the initiative again and darts forward to slot his mouth over Vaike’s with an impassioned gasp.
If he is worried about reciprocation, he need not be.
The kiss starts off sweet and unhurried, lazy flutters of tongues mingling and tangling together, hot slides of slick lips brushing and pressing against one another.
And yet, things soon turn frantic and needy.
Both men push closer, closer, low groans humming in the backs of their throats, insatiable fingers grasping at bare skin as a dizzying surge of blistering arousal flares through Evran’s veins.
With his skin buzzing like a steady thrum of an electrical current, his cock trembling heavily between his legs, Evran pulls himself away from Vaike’s mouth with some reluctance, trailing eager fingertips down the warlord’s firm chest. The chiselled muscles of Vaike’s torso contract and tense under the feather light teasing and Vaike chews on his bottom lip, turning them an even darker shade of crimson and even more swollen than before.
Evran’s mouth waters at the vision, his dick hardening almost painfully and Vaike has barely even touched him yet.
Mere inches separate the two of them and Evran can’t help but observe how Vaike’s pupils are blown wide with molten heat, a dark, simmering desire swimming in the depths of those eyes. And he’s sure his own eyes mirror the same intensity of that aching need.
Vaike leans forward to mouth hungrily down Evran’s throat, painting smouldering trails of fire across his skin. He nips softly at Evran’s pulse point, suckling at the thundering beat hungrily until Evran is certain that there will be a vivid mark staining that very spot after he pulls away.
“Vaike, please,” Evran mewls, his throat thick and feeling like he just swallowed a mouthful of rocks. He already sounds wrecked. “I need you.”
“Fuck, Evran,” Vaike responds, sounding just as ruined as Evran. He tugs him closer, hoisting Evran’s leg over his hip to grind their cocks together, an impatient, yearning dance of brazen urgency and stunning, spine-melting friction.
Evran can’t help but latch onto one of Vaike’s rosy, pebbled nipples with an eager tongue, swirling around the hardened pub and nipping at the sensitive skin with gentle teeth until Vaike keens, his back bowing into a taut curve.
Evran smiles pleasantly, suctioning his mouth over the other neglected nipple to continue his path of torment, and can feel Vaike quivering like a flame under the rapt attention.
Vaike grinds harder, faster against Evran’s dick with a mindless, single desire to get them both off and Evran can almost hear the rapid hammering of Vaike’s heart through his chest.
“Gods, I want to fuck you.” Vaike manages to huff around a resonating groan. “I need to be inside you, my heart.” And the contrast of that adoring endearment against the heated filth of Vaike’s statement sends bolts of lightning arousal flashing through Evran’s body.
“Yes,” Evran nods vehemently, his cock twitching and oozing slight pearly drops of precome that slick up the skin between them. “Please, please–”
With gentle hands, Vaike turns Evran over onto his front, pressing him down into the bed as he settles himself between Evran’s spread thighs. There’s the distinct sound of a bottle of oil being uncorked echoing quietly around the room and Evran stifles his excited whimper into the pillow.
When Vaike’s large, skilled finger nudges past the muscle of Evran’s rim, sliding inside effortlessly with the aid of the oil, Evran digs his blunt nails into the softness of the bed.
He is stupefied by the delicious burn of the stretch and is powerless to suppress the avid rolls of his hips down to swallow more and more of Vaike’s finger.
Vaike noses along the back of Evran’s neck, gasping hot puffs of breath against Evran’s already overheated skin as the pad of his finger strokes tormenting trails of wildfire along Evran’s walls, in desperate exploration of that delicate bundle of nerves.
Another dexterous finger creeps in alongside the first, scissoring wide and vigorous as Evran mewls pathetically into the pillow, squirming and thrusting back to draw Vaike’s fingers even deeper with an unbridled hunger.
The world swirls into a kaleidoscope of feverish heat, pleasure and ardent need when Vaike brands the pressure on his fingertips over the spot he has been seeking out with a masterful precision that makes Evran spread his legs further apart until he feels utterly obscene.
“Yes, love, that’s it,” Vaike murmurs in awed, hushed tones, carving each syllable into Evran’s damp skin. “You open up so beautifully for me.”
And Evran is a slave to the strangled groan that is wrenched from his lungs in response, rocking back desirous and frantic as a third finger breaches his hole and continues the mind numbing ministrations of stretching him open.
Evran cries internally, but he can’t physically utter a word aloud, is unable to breathe the devoted admiration he feels into the shell of Vaike’s ear as his throat constricts tightly around a rapturous symphony of moans and gasps.
Twitching toes curl into the sheets and Evran attempts to secure his hips to the bed, tries in vain to remain motionless as to not saturate Vaike’s bed in thick ropes of his come.
But he is useless to quench the overwhelming desire to grind back onto Vaike’s fingers as they fill him up gloriously.
Vaike drags his fingertips over Evran’s sweet spot, again and again, with a languid, torturous pace that makes Evran whine high and sharp, the muscles of his throat straining with the friction until he swears he won’t be able to use his voice properly for a week.
Vaike is ruthless with the taunting of his fingers, completely unhurried and deliciously teasing, twisting the deft digits smoothly and crooking them just right until Evran feels raw and split open.
He claws at the sheets with frenetic urgency in the tips of his fingers, the exquisite, heady feeling of being spread wide and loose but also torn apart seeping into his bones.
He feels like he can no longer breathe without moaning Vaike’s name in whispered reverence.
“Still with me, Evran?” Vaike asks through rough exhalations of breath, his wet tongue tracing intricate shapes on the back of Evran’s neck.