Chapter 30 #2
Maimeri wraps ahz arms around Lyric from behind, nuzzling his short, soft hair.
It tickles, and Lyric tilts his head aside.
Maimeri presses lips to Lyric’s skull just behind his ear, hot breath slicking down Lyric’s neck, and Lyric pushes away from the window.
He goes through the open door into Maimeri’s bedroom and stands next to the gently swinging bed.
When Maimeri follows, Lyric cups ahz face and kisses ahz, and Maimeri responds instantly by wrapping ahz whole arms around Lyric’s head.
Lyric opens his mouth, inviting Maimeri in, and Maimeri takes a moment, kissing with only lips.
Az sucks gently on Lyric’s bottom lip, crushing them together until suddenly their teeth touch.
Lyric smiles, licking at Maimeri’s front teeth—and thinking of Iriset, who taught him how to kiss in a hundred ways with lips that weren’t her own.
Lyric presses in, really tasting Maimeri.
He winds his fingers into Maimeri’s soft hair, pulling them fully against each other, chest to chest, hips to hips.
He’s getting hard, and the blanket shucks down his body to the floor.
“Have you?” Lyric whispers, head back as Maimeri gnaws under his jawbone.
Maimeri shakes ahz head, never lifting ahz mouth from Lyric’s skin.
Petting ahz pretty long hair, Lyric pulls Maimeri onto the bed.
“What do you want?” he asks, only vaguely knowing himself.
Maimeri shakes ahz head again, biting a little at Lyric’s throat.
Ahz teeth are sharp, nicking the skin in delicious tiny stings.
Lyric lays himself out against the bed, loosening the ties of his robe to open himself up for Maimeri, content to let Maimeri do whatever az wants.
Maimeri watches him, red eyes scouring Lyric, ahz lips parted and damp, and as az stares, ahz breath quickens.
Just from looking. Lyric’s arousal tightens all his skin, and warmth flushes his chest.
Maimeri leans over him and kisses him, touching only with ahz mouth. The texture of Maimeri’s lips softens against Lyric’s jaw, heating up as Maimeri kisses down to the hollow of his throat, sucking lightly at Lyric’s collarbone as Lyric sighs at the pleasure of it.
Slowly, Lyric shifts his body to fully undress.
Maimeri barely seems to notice except ahz hands trail after Lyric’s, touching each new expanse of skin.
Lyric is cold everywhere Maimeri doesn’t touch, and the contrast really works him up.
He’s panting slightly, one hand in Maimeri’s hair—just holding on, fingers tangled, not directing, not asking.
Maimeri explores Lyric’s chest and ribs, licking and nibbling, and nuzzles ahz nose into the hollow of Lyric’s hip.
Ahz hair brushes Lyric’s tense belly and very hard cock, and suddenly Lyric is being pushed over onto his stomach.
He makes a little oof and Maimeri kisses the small of his back. Lyric shivers throughout his entire body as Maimeri licks up his spine and rolls on top of Lyric, covering him completely. Lyric melts into the blankets, lets his eyes flutter closed and stay that way.
Maimeri vanishes and Lyric frowns at the abrupt cold streaking skin pebbles down his body. He tilts his head and asks, “Little Rabbit?” only to receive a soft grunt in response and then Maimeri is climbing back up his body—also naked.
Lyric shudders at the touch, and Maimeri tucks ahz nose against the base of Lyric’s skull, sliding a hand down his arm.
Ahz cock pushes against Lyric’s ass, the head hot and a little sticky against the hollow of Lyric’s back.
Maimeri moves, pressing down against Lyric.
The trailing length of ahz hair spills over Lyric’s shoulder and arm and Lyric grasps at it, tangling his fingers through the soft strands as he pushes back against Maimeri, rubbing his own erection into the bed.
Lyric gasps at the feeling of being pressed down, pressed between, as Maimeri kisses his neck, his shoulder, and moves against him, panting, rutting sloppily.
It’s so unrefined, feral like everything about Maimeri, and Lyric barely does anything except to make his body move with Maimeri, letting it be a wave between them, back and forth, uneven and stuttering.
“Lyric Aharté,” Maimeri says, ahz voice tight, moving faster, and Lyric is hot suddenly, his balls tightening.
The angle of his cock is not ideal, but chasing the right pressure, the right angle while this just happens mostly to him, around him, makes it so good.
He reaches back and shoves his hand between his tailbone and Maimeri, pushing on Maimeri’s cock, and Maimeri gasps again and again, pretty little sounds that dance ecstatically under Lyric’s skin.
Maimeri comes without warning, surprising Lyric with a choked-off noise and splatter of warm semen.
Lyric breathes hard, shivering not from cold but sensation.
He doesn’t move while Maimeri keeps slowly pumping against him, face against Lyric’s neck, something wet up there, too, spit or tears.
Lyric gently moves his arms under himself to lean up and tips Maimeri over. He turns, catching Maimeri against him.
In the candlelight Lyric sees little flecks of tears at Maimeri’s eyes, and also blood on ahz bottom lip.
Az bit ahzself hard enough to cut. Lyric is overwhelmed by fondness, a big bloom of it.
He leans up and kisses at the blood, Maimeri’s red eyes wide open, staring at him.
Lyric kisses ahz mouth open, tasting the bright, bitter flavor, and slowly, slowly Maimeri begins to kiss him back again.
Lyric’s orgasm rebuilds just as slowly. He holds Maimeri’s face, kissing deeply, and Maimeri grips one of Lyric’s wrists, while the other arm props them up.
Lyric’s breathing picks up and the head of his cock brushes Maimeri’s taut stomach again and again and again—light and torturous, but Lyric resists shoving higher, harder, won’t touch himself.
This is good, strange, almost painful, but good.
Then Maimeri lets go of his wrist and drags fingertips over Lyric’s collar and nipple and belly, and grabs his cock in a full hand.
Lyric comes with a cry. Maimeri bends away and kisses Lyric’s hip as the orgasm trembles through him.
Lyric is barely aware of Maimeri licking at the seed, running ahz hand down Lyric’s cock to finger his balls, stroking with a thumb, and Lyric moans, eyes snapping open.
“Rabbit,” he gasps, but instead of knocking Maimeri away he throws his arms around ahz, pulling Maimeri down onto his chest. He wraps his legs around Maimeri’s, too, trapping ahz.
They lay there, smearing together, and Lyric realizes he’s really been very spoiled. There are no attendants here, no massive in-floor bathtub. He’s going to have to wash his own sex-filthy blankets for the first time in his life.
He starts laughing again. Tiny giggles that grow into open-mouthed huffs. Maimeri tries to look at him, but Lyric shakes his head, laughing, and hugs ahz tight.
The next morning Maimeri wakes Lyric up by flicking ahz tongue over one of Lyric’s nipples, ahz hand grasping Lyric’s knee to pull his leg over Maimeri’s hip, and Lyric thinks yes they should do it again before they get to cleaning up.
By the time they finish and Lyric shoos Maimeri out to the cold lake with orders to carry in water to heat Lyric’s bath when az’s done, there’s the smell of fire coming from the kitchen and claws scratching the floorboards.
He can hear Setka chatting with someone, a single-sided conversation, so it must be griffons.
Before heading out to start his day, Lyric wraps his coat around his shoulders and just sits on the bed, existing in the domesticity of the moment.
He has no plans except the chores he needs to see to immediately, and perhaps later to ask Maimeri to take him on a hike to the rising force peak.
There’s nothing life-threatening, nothing desperate, nothing pulling him in seven unbalanced directions.
Just the cold winter air on his nearly bare scalp, his warm, relaxed body, the rumble of hunger in his stomach, sounds of splashing and distant birdsong, and the tingling numbness in his fingertips.
It takes nearly a quad for Lyric to visit each of the four peaks with Maimeri (and occasionally Setka, Turo, and a handful of griffons leaping and soaring after them).
He meets the deer chimeras, who are no more intelligent than their animal counterparts, but gentle and willing to nibble alpine weeds from his palm.
The snow foxes slink into the house one evening when the moon is rising again at night, planting themselves on sills and tables and the small dug-out oven to stare at Lyric with huge blue eyes, striped tails puffy and bright.
Maimeri says they’re trying to intimidate Lyric, so Lyric offers them scraps of food and doesn’t try to touch one until it crawls into his lap demanding scratches to its ears.
They have tiny sharp teeth and aren’t afraid to use them to get attention.
Though they can’t speak a language Lyric understands, they are so good at working together it occasionally seems as if they’re one mind with many bodies.
It’s creepy and Lyric feels like he’s in a fairy tale.
The furry human chimera in the forest slopes of the falling peak has never told Maimeri their name. They’re small but proportionally adult-looking, covered in fine fur, and their nose resembles a bear according to Maimeri. Lyric doesn’t see them until after the first time it snows.