[Seasonal Event] For the Asking
Jigano Silversmith
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#29
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Rory was as desperate for his touch as the fox was for the hands that stroked and held him, he realized with a distant joy, looking down as the hunter pressed his face against Jigano’s thigh. For a moment his hands gentled from where they had tangled in blond hair, but the desire in blue eyes wanted so much more, and he flexed his fingers in response – all he could do, in the position they were in, and not nearly enough, but Rory gave him no time to regret that further before his wicked teasing drew the plea from Jigano’s throat.

A plea that was answered in the shaking breath, hot with promise, that caressed his shaft a moment before lips pressed against him and he tensed from crown to heels, biting his lip near to bleeding as his hips rolled eagerly into the attention. That Rory watched him while he did it – fierce, wild, wicked, wonderful – only added to the forbidden pleasure of the moment, the sweet fire that left his honey-gold skin sheathed in sweat and crying out in protest that the hunter wasn’t pressed against every inch of him.

But he had firm hold of a number of inches that mattered most, and while Jigano was well familiar with how to hold himself back with a hand on himself – his own, at least, if no other – the slick, wet heat of Rory’s mouth closing over him was enough to test his endurance to the limit in a few short seconds. His passionate groan was anything but quiet now, and only his lover’s careful pacing and attention to his readiness kept him from losing himself so soon.

Black-taloned toes curled into the moss beneath his feet, anchoring him as he tried to hold himself still against the delicious pressure of the mouth and hand that worked him over so deftly. Long fingers flexed to the rhythm the hunter set, urging, commanding, begging for more as Jigano bowed his head to watch a sight he had never dared imagine even in his newly-returned dreams. Silver hair slipped forwards, unheeded, his fox’s ears doing nothing to hold back the loose tresses as he panted soft animal noises against the pulse that hammered through him loud enough to drown out anything besides his lover’s voice.

He had never been touched like this before – never let anyone close enough to try – and he couldn’t remember if he had told Rory that before or not, but it didn’t matter now, nothing mattered but the man kneeling between his legs, the mouth around him that licked and sucked, the hand that stroked and pulled and coaxed--

Tension twisted through him, urgent, demanding and it was only a moment’s warning that the edge he had been balancing on had tipped beneath him. Rory! I—I’m--” The name was half-growled, a plea and a warning as he tightened his grip on his lover’s hair and tried to tug him back, a residual flicker of worry guttering through him at taking advantage of the man who had brought him such pleasure. His body held no such compunctions against what was going to happen, regardless of his intentions, and he arched with a cry as his hips jerked forward and he lost himself. Ecstasy crashed over and through him, white hot and blinding as he shuddered and spent himself beneath the Fiat Lux moon.
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#30
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The magic was in the moment: the heat that simmered in his blood spitting sparks each time their eyes met. Every time his gaze sharpened and quested upwards, momentarily pulled from the focus of pleasuring, it sent a thrill through him, a shiver down his spine. Just seeing him—his face—painted in the starlight at that angle was intoxicating, more so with the expression he wore.

The tension in his body.

The hand Rory had upon the back of his thigh felt it as he braced and balanced.

But most of all: the sounds that he made. Knowing that he was causing them... He felt wild and dangerous and full of endless possibilities as he knelt upon the cold moss, his gaze flickering up again.

If he had to be honest, he usually imagined this kind of situation with reversed roles, but damn, the view was good this way too. The distance between their eyes made him feel electric, and every panted moan had him wanting more.

He wanted everything, and he wanted to give everything.

His pace increased, slowly, surely, chasing Jigano's breaths; he was light and breathless and aware of nothing beyond the body in front of him—in his mouth—another kick through his veins as reality reaffirmed itself with a surge of hot blood.

So he chased the next high, warned only by his growled, garbled name and a hand giving his head a surprising tug—

he was momentarily confused, conflicted, uncertain, the motion was so unexpected and counter-intuitive

—but before he had a chance to make up his mind about what to do with it Jigano's body settled things for them.

His cry was the sweetest thing Rory had ever heard.

He braced and held still until Jigano's shudders ceased, his brain trying to catch up and failing miserably. Gently, he disentangled himself, the hand on the back of Jigano's leg stroking soothingly in safe places as he leaned forward to rest his cheek against his thigh. He swallowed, not quite thinking about doing it, suddenly unsure of what to say, or do—it seemed too silent, and too cold, without Jigano's frenzied breathing and the sounds of his pleasure, and with a quizzical, slightly forlorn look Rory glanced up at him.
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#31
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He came back to himself slowly, in bits and pieces, stolen sensations and fleeting moments.
Touch, the pressure of a hand stroking his leg, the heat of a cheek against his thigh, the chill dance of air over his damp and slowly fading length.
Sound, the slowing pace of his blood in his ears, the crescendo of his heart softening, the distant call of a night bird seeking its mate.
Scent, sweat and sex and magnolia blossoms on the breeze, and the spicy undertones of mint crushed beneath their feet.
Taste, lingering on his tongue, his lips, the memory of honey beer he would forever associate with making love to Rory in the forest.

He opened his eyes at last, his body feeling strangely light and utterly relaxed. Looking down he found blue eyes watching him, and the oddly lost look in them was heartbreaking after the joy he had brought to the lonely fox.

There was no thought to his actions, only impulse, instinct, and a desire that had less to do with lust than other emotions too strong and sweet to put a name to. Jigano sank down in front of his lover, his legs shaking until he found his knees. Gentle hands stroked through tousled blond hair before he traced over the edges of Rory's ears and along his jaw, unflinching from the scars until the bard was cradling his face, watching him with blue eyes soft with adoration, white ears canted forwards with joy. He stroked the pads of his thumbs lightly over elegant cheek bones, humming softly to himself, a quiet rumble in his chest as words began to form, slow and languid, in his thoughts.

Not yet, though.

Instead he leaned forward to capture Rory's lips, heedless of his own seed that lingered there. He was careful, gentle still, reverent as he deepened the kiss slowly and slid a hand over Rory's throat, his shoulder, his flank, to rest at last on his hip, and then to draw his body close against the white-haired fox once more.

Only when the need for air became too great did he pull away, panting and a little dizzy. He licked his lips and smiled, affection tangling with gratitude and no little eagerness in eyes gone bright with starlight. "My turn," he purred, pressing forward, using his own slender body to slowly but firmly guide Rory to lay back onto the carpet of soft, living moss beneath them.
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#32
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He honestly didn't know why he remained down on the forest floor by Jigano's legs, just.. the idea of getting up didn't cross his mind. It was a little as if Jigano's orgasm had taken something from him (or perhaps, given him something he didn't know what to do with), and he felt it rather acutely, as if he had left himself out in the cold. He had no words for what it was that he felt: it was like someone shoving an object in your hands and asking you to name what shape it was, but no matter how much you turned it over and ran your fingers along it, you just couldn't figure out what it was.

Jigano's eyes opened again, and they gazes met.

More and more he thought that that nameless, shapeless emotion was not necessarily a bad thing. It slid from underneath his hands each time he tried to pin it down, but it was tinged with wonder, which reflected in his eyes.

It wasn't like it was the first time he chose to go down on his knees and give head—but—but—the thing was that he couldn't finish the sentence. Something about it had just been so profoundly different that it left him a little stunned, and honestly, he was grateful for the slow, gentle way that Jigano sank down with him, running his hands through golden hair. Rory, who still felt decidedly small and lost and vulnerable yet pleased, closed his eyes, relaxed, and leaned his head into the touch.

He looked younger like that, innocent despite the reason why his lips glistened. There was just the barest hint of a contented smile present in every aspect of his face.

Jigano's humming was as soothing as the fingers moving over his cheeks; lips touched his, gently, and still with his eyes closed Rory returned the kiss just as carefully. Jigano tasted like summer and honey beer through the distinct flavor of cum.

His own fervent desire had been forgotten in the rush of Jigano's orgasm, but his body had not entirely let go of how recently it had been teased; he began to shiver slightly when Jigano's hands drew across his skin, his fingers leaving little sparks in their wake. His breath shuddered and gladly, he let himself be pulled close, his hands following Jigano's thighs to his waist, splaying over his warm, damp skin.

Holding.

Holding him, and it was enough to get him to open his eyes again. The kiss broke as they panted in the dark.

Seeing the eagerness in Jigano's eyes was enough to make his heart pick up its pace.

The purr sent a pleasant shiver tingling through him, pupils widening as hot blood began to return to a certain part of his anatomy. "I like the sound of that," he breathed, the ghost of that content smile growing into something more lopsided as anticipation surged through him afresh. He could contemplate his shapeless, nameless feeling later.

Still with a hand on Jigano's waist he let himself be pressed down into the cool moss, shuddering slightly as it met his warm skin, but he found the sensation not unpleasant.

Smiling crookedly he reached up to touch his other hand to Jigano's face, trailing along his jaw, gaze roaming over his face.

This was something entirely new. He knew what he could do, what he could offer, but as he drank in the sight of Jigano above him—felt his lean body pressing into his—he realized that he had no idea what to expect, and that fact alone had the breath hitching his throat again.
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#33
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He liked the feel of Rory shivering against him, responding to his touch, wanting him and welcoming him close. He liked the feel of their kisses, slow and sweet, or deep and hot, tasting of each other and unlike anything else he had known. He liked the heat that grew between them, and the way sparks danced beneath his skin wherever they touched.

He did a great deal more than like the way the hunter had made him feel with his hands and his lips and the way they shared control back and forth as easily as breathing, until Jigano had lost himself in his lover’s mouth.

Gods Rory was magnificent.

He laid him gently back against the ground, taking a moment to admire the spill of blond hair across the moss, and the way the moonlight danced over his lover’s skin. Bracing himself on one hand, the fox reached out to gently trace the scars on a pale shoulder that had come from his jaws, a time not so long ago but which felt a lifetime away tonight. Silver hair spilled over his own shoulders to tickle and coil against Rory’s chest as he bent down to nuzzle his lover’s jaw, a smile curving his lips. ”Where should I begin…?” he murmured teasingly, letting his fingers trail lightly down his mate’s prone body. ”Ahhh…” His hand found a lean hip, flexing there as he traced his tongue down the side of Rory’s throat to press his lips in a kiss that carried gentle teeth in it, nipping at sensitive skin just hard enough to bring a flicker of sharpness to the pleasure.

His kisses continued slowly southward as he let himself sink down to cover his lover’s body again, warming them both and pressing the smooth skin of his stomach to the hunter’s erection. A low growl of approval rose in his throat at feeling Rory’s continued readiness and he nipped lightly at a collarbone and then licked the spot gently to soothe the playful bite.
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#34
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He was a flame startled into an ember, a promise waiting to reignite: he was a question needing an answer.

He was a wolf willingly laid down, still full of wonder and unanswered things, his gaze as searching as his heart as he watched Jigano. (He was beautiful in the moonlight, his grayed-out eyes, his sharp, angular features, his white ears—) He was many things, and the fingers tracing the fox-bite scars were a welcome distraction; he shivered under the touch, becoming slightly fewer things, happy to feel his straying, anxious mind disconnect.

Happy to become lost in the scenery again, a wanderer in a dark forest, but he was not afraid: his breath trembled between parted lips but it was in anticipation. Shivers tugged at his skin when Jigano bent low over his chest, fingers questing up to touch the base of a furred ear as he held the image of him in his mind (and in his memory, his eyes were perfect daytime blue). ”Where should I begin…?” voice and lips whispered against his jaw, and Rory felt himself tense, spine arching, heat pooling at the base of his belly again—reigniting with each breath teasing his sweat-slick skin.

He felt himself shudder as a hand quested down his body, settling on his hip; Rory's fingers rested against Jigano's arm and he tensed, raising himself to deliver a half-growled little bite towards his jaw. "Anywhere," he breathed, moving further and further away from his state of bewilderment, falling back firmly into the confine of his own skin—

And all its points of contact, his pulse shuddering at each of them; his exhalations went from throaty shudders to moans again as lips and teeth traced their way down his throat. His mind might've gotten lost for a bit, but his body remembered what it had wanted, and what it had not been given. He grew harder under Jigano's weight, frustrated and restless and aroused by the teasing attention to his collarbone. Each breath was a growl as his hands began to roam in response, tracing lean musculature and sweeping along the curve of Jigano's back, all of it a distraction; what he wanted to do was to growl more and—something—anything—move the bard's slender hands somewhere more immediately satisfying

But it felt wrong, somehow, to rush him, to direct him, so Rory let himself lay on the cool moss, shuddering, wanting, waiting.
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#35
He could not imagine a time when he wouldn’t welcome Rory’s touch. Gentle and warm, fingers laced through his; slow and careful, tracing the line of his cheek; fierce and possessive, hands wrapped around his arms, holding him close. And especially the soft, seeking touches to his fox’s ears, a part of him he had never imagined allowing anyone else to see, much less stroke. It sent shivers through him, a gasp of pleasure that had as much to do with trust as lust as he buried his lips against Rory’s skin in response, muffling the little moan of happiness that slipped out and inspired him to draw similar noises from his lover.

The hunter was heat and hardness beneath him, sweet skin and lean muscle and instinctive reactions that Jigano learned anew with every kiss and caress. His world shrank to the moonlight-dappled body he began to explore with such impatient patience; he heard only Rory’s panted breath, tasted only his sweat on a questing tongue, felt only the flex and release of tension in the hunter as he arched and moved beneath the lorekeeper. The response to his question earned a low growl of appreciation and approval and he began to work his way down with a care that ached, a pace he could barely maintain without speeding up.

At least, until the moans began in earnest, and the restless hands that begged as sweetly as any words. He was exquisitely aware of each shift of Rory’s hips beneath him, and the readiness of his mate as his teasing kisses drifted down the blond’s chest. He paused to coax a nipple to hardness with his tongue, nipping lightly at the little nub before finally pushing himself up, pausing a moment to drink in the sight of the beautiful creature beneath him, wild and hungry and wanting in a way that stole Jigano’s breath and humbled him in a way he’d never known.

His hand flexed again on the hip he held, and his gaze drifted down as he sat up fully, drawing a shuddering breath even as he shifted his hand to curl gently around Rory’s erection, warm and protective. He found his lover’s eyes – blue as summer, blue as home, washed pale in the moonlight – again, and the joy in his expression was open and vulnerable as he smiled at the man who held his heart in such capable hands. ”You’re incredible,” he whispered, a final, earnest truth before he shifted back to put his mouth to better use.

He wasted no more time in teasing, but uncurled his hand enough that he could press his lips to the base of Rory’s length, interspersing reverent kisses with hungry swipes of his tongue as he worked his way slowly upwards, breath shuddering over dampened skin as he knelt between his lover’s legs and worshipped at a far more intimate altar than he ever had before.
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#36
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Rory was not a creature of the slow and careful, not when it came to this; he was the flash-fire flaring up, hot and bright, burning, burning, devouring until there was nothing left. He was present in every moment and in every inch of his own skin, his hungry eyes rarely leaving this world, the energy in him craving movement—a constant, never-ending crescendo until they burned as bright as the stars.

But he had learned to curb that part of him; he had learned the sweetness of exploration, of slow and measured giving.

But tonight was not a night where he wanted slow and measured. Tonight was a night when he wanted to burn.

This was what he wanted: to (selfishly) fuck Jigano.
This was what he got: the kind of torture that was so sweet it nearly drove him out of his mind.

Jigano's warm mouth slowly found its way across his chest, the night air chasing his breath and cooling Rory's skin; he groaned and he panted and he felt his pulse, everywhere, pressed between their bodies. More he wanted to growl, to find some way out of this passion-pit he had been thrown into, and his hands opened and closed thoughtlessly, a rough form of massage, wordless begging—

(I want I want I want I want—)

He trembled underneath Jigano, a bit of sunshine pressed into the cool moss, his eyes wide and dark and the tips of his fingers reflexively pressing into skin. Please he thought to say, to actually beg, but as if Jigano sensed his thoughts he straightened up, one hand finally—finally—closing around Rory's shaft. Rory's breath shuddered out in something close to a whimper as his eyes half-closed, then fluttered open again.

”You’re incredible,” Jigano whispered, and Rory's response was something along the lines of "hnnn" because whatever smart comeback he had thought of was still drowned beneath the fact that he was finally being touched in the ways he wanted.

And the warm kisses stole whatever was left of his capacity to think; he was aware of the sharp features of the terrain under his back, aware of the cool moss one of his hands grasped, aware of Jigano's warm skin under the other, but none of it mattered. It was only this: Jigano's hands and Jigano's mouth and Rory's eyes, wide and watchful and hungry.
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#37
Jigano hummed, a low growl of approval, as Rory's fingers slid and squeezed against his bare skin, reminding him of the pleasures he had so recently been gifted by the beautiful creature beneath his own lips and fingers and tongue. He wanted to bring his friend, his lover, his partner, his mate to the same heights, if not higher, and though he was woefully aware of his own inexperience every gasp, every whimper, every touch of those strong, work-roughened hands was an encouragement to try, and give Rory his best.

He would become better with time and practice - diligent and thorough practice - but that was a concern for a future he could barely begin to imagine even in the abstract. Right now his world had become pale skin and fresh scars, blond hair and blue eyes, and a body that sang with a fierce need for his touch as sweetly as his had sung for the hunter's caress not so long ago. The moss and stones beneath his bare legs, the cool night air across his back, neither mattered when compared to the overwhelming scent and taste and heat of the man he had given his heart to.

He wanted to savor and explore every inch of the man beneath him, his own selfishness on display as he teased and took his time with kisses and playful nips, but even new as he was to this intimate dance Jigano was alert and aware of the physical cues his partner gave him. When he felt he had pushed Rory as far as he dared he slipped down, shifting his body back and supporting himself on an elbow as he gave his attention to the most demanding part of his lover. A sliver of consciousness remained aware of the hand against his shoulder, and he sighed over kiss-dampened skin as he thought about asking for Rory to tangle it in his hair, craving that touch even through his own satiation.

That would take time and breath that could be better spent elsewhere, though. Finally hesitant, having only Rory's recent example to follow, he nuzzled the swollen tip of his lover's head, tongue flicking out to taste, to tease, to ask a question he already knew the answer to. He glanced up along that beautiful body, all lean muscle and graceful lines, scars and silken skin to meet lust-darkened eyes. His question was silent, no sound now but their breathing, quick and short and eager.

Please? his eyes asked, a little hesitant, a crack in the confidence that Jigano usually wore like a second skin, seeking reassurance, permission, encouragement.

A permission, once given, that earned a flicker of a shy smile before blue eyes drifted closed and a clever mouth parted to fill with something far more interesting than mere words, the moon-haired man making up with enthusiasm what he lacked in experience.
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#38
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And the warm breath slid upwards—each exhalation both promise and torment of the sweetest kind. Rory's breath stuck and shuddered and he shivered, the pads of his fingers pressing into the shoulder he had forgotten his hand on. He was lost in the sensation, lost in the wait, lost in the view; another breath trembled into the night. The intake was a hiss, a gasp, a river of pleasure and a flood of fire as Jigano licked him. There was a question in it, something like hesitation, and those grayed-out eyes flickered up.

Rory met his gaze steadily, even though his chest heaved and even though he throbbed, something in his mind trying to make it through the lust-fog and understand...

For a moment, he was struck by the reality of it: the taste of Jigano still in his mouth, and the man himself kneeling between his legs, his lips and tongue on Rory's cock. It was really, really not how he had pictured today would go, but he had absolutely zero complaints about the unexpected detour from the plans.

But slowly, he came to realize two things: one was that the pause was not only a tease. Maybe it was a little of a tease, but not in the confident way Rory had done it, for something like uncertainty lurked in his eyes and in his face, in the silence, in the breaths coming hot and close against that sensitive part of him.

Which brought him to the second realization: there was no guarantee that Jigano had ever done this before. Which, honestly, didn't matter in any way at all.

Rory, still breathing quickly, pressed his fingers against Jigano's damp shoulder, drew a calloused finger along his throat and up to his jaw, stroked his thumb across his cheek and tangled his hand in the white hair below his ear. He thought that, maybe, what he was saying was it's okay, but he wasn't sure—that might not have been the question that had been asked.

Regardless, he seemed to have given Jigano the confidence he needed to take the plunge, because a smile so unlike his usual ones flitted across the fox's face. Underneath his palm he felt Jigano's mouth open, his head moving down—

—and Rory's eyes fluttered half-shut again as he gasped, then groaned, tensing as he fought the urge to press his hips against Jigano's face and the warmth that enveloped him. He had to be mindful, anything else was just.. rude, even though rude was what his body wanted (quick, fast, dirty, hard). His breathing turned to moans, fingers trailing through the tangled hair, his eyes fluttering open again in shameless study: and the view more than made up for the inexperience on Jigano's part.
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#39
Fingers slid over sweat-slick skin, tracing paths of fire, sparking heat that seeped directly into Jigano's bloodstream, even more intoxicating than the honeybeer. He shivered beneath that touch, adoringly obedient as he tilted his jaw up, eyes sliding closed as he begged for the touch to last just a little longer. He turned his head into the stroke over his cheek and sighed in bliss as strong fingers finally slid into his hair, silent reassurance and the encouragement he had been seeking.

He was lost, his smile seemed to say. Joyfully, willingly lost. And he was found. And then he wasn't thinking about much of anything at all, other than the salten heat that filled his mouth, and the taste of Rory on his tongue as he slid it down the hunter's shaft and up again, sucking tentatively at first and then with more confidence as he found how much he could take - and what he could do with it, moaning low and deep against the length inside him. His clawless hand shifted, curling firmly around his lover's base as Rory had done for him, squeezing gently in a quickening rhythm.

Rory had been as ready and willing as he had, earlier, but the hunter had delayed his own satisfaction to bring him his, first. The blond had been patient, and generous, and kind, and as much as Jigano wanted to draw out his lover's pleasure in return, he had made the other man wait long enough. His mouth was slick and hot as he moved up and down, eyes closed as he focused entirely on bringing his partner to climax, tuned to the hunter's body with every other sense. Rory's breathing was a symphony in his ears, the scent of sex mixed inextricably with that of the hunter's skin and sweat drowning out all others. The feel of the cock in his hand was both gift and reminder of the power he currently wielded, but his mouth gave only praise and encouragement as he sucked and licked, shifting his clever tongue to stroke against the underside of Rory's shaft at an increasing pace, urging him closer and closer towards that final bright precipice.
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#40
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He was here, he was now, his fingers running through sweaty white hair, pressing against the scalp, silent encouragement to his moans; he was shameless in his vocalizations, shameless in his watching, his blue eyes drinking in what was offered. One elbow rooted itself in the moss and he pushed himself up on it—watching, always watching, biting back words, afraid saying anything would shatter Jigano's newly found confidence.

Rory kept his free hand tangled in the hair, his breath guiding Jigano, his hand nothing but support and pleasure as his nails and pads roved across skin. And gods, once Jigano found his rhythm... Rory's breath chased his pulse, the rest of the world forgotten as his blood ran hot. He was on fire with pleasure, a fuzzy sensation in all of him, a heat concentrated at the base of his stomach: willingly he let Jigano bring him towards the edge, finding that he had held back enough for one night already.

So when he found himself nearing that blinding brink his hand fell from Jigano's hair to his shoulder. "Jigano," he growled, praise, warning, letting the other do with it as he wished—and should he recoil from what was going to happen (and Rory wouldn't have blamed him in the slightest, at least not afterwards) he was ready to put a hand on himself, to not waste what had already been given him.

Regardless of the how (and who) he cried out as his body rode over that sweet edge, a surge through his systems, warm and blinding as he came—

Then he was lying on his back again, feeling how cool the moss was, how cool the night was, and how his heart was slowly unwinding.
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He couldn't see Rory's face, but he didn't need to when he could let his lover's voice guide him, trusting in the fingers that slid through his hair and innocently oblivious to the risk he might have run with a less gentle lover. The hunter was the first man he had ever wanted with such hungry, primal desire, but he had gotten to know him too well to hold himself back now that they had both surrendered to the heat that had become a wildfire between them. Even with his mouth full his moans rumbled from his chest, muffled but eager and with no intention of slowing down or stopping until Rory had found the same release he had given to the lorekeeper.

He growled faint protest when the hand that had danced so deliciously over his scalp slipped away, given over to his self-appointed task with such fervor that he barely heard his name as a hazy warning, except that it was in Rory's sex-roughened voice and it sent shivers down his spine. He raised his head free to gasp a breath, but before the hunter could get the wrong idea he had returned to take as much of his lover as deep as he could, determined to do no less for Rory than the blond had done for him.

It was more than he was prepared for, but he didn't regret an instant of it as he held his partner through his climax, swallowing reflexively when salty heat coated his tongue and slid down the back of his throat. He held himself steady until he was sure Rory had finished before he finally raised his head and coughed against his shoulder. Once he could breathe again he shyly ducked his head to swipe his tongue quickly over his lover's softening length, cleaning him in the easiest way he had at the moment.

Only then did he push himself up completely, licking his lips to catch the lingering taste of his lover on his tongue as he crawled up the length of the hunter's body and settled against him, mostly beside but still entangled with the blond as he nestled his head against Rory's shoulder. His hand slid over a pale chest in an affectionate caress, and furred ears flicked briefly as moon-silvered hairs normally the color of sunshine caught against them, but a smile curved his reddened lips as he sighed with utter contentment, too comfortable in his partner's presence to worry about finding words just yet.
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What had been unimportant mere seconds ago slowly pressed against his senses: the bright moonlight, the sigh of the night breeze, the distant hoot of an owl. The shadows of the trees rising up around them, the slow groaning of their wooden breathing—Rory floated somewhere just outside of his own skin, his awareness melted into something shapeless seeping into the body-warmed moss. Somewhere down by his thighs Jigano coughed, a sharp sound that did not belong, and Rory's fingers traced soothing patterns on his shoulder. The movement felt at odds with his dreamlike state, a way of waking up, though he didn't quite want to.

Then Jigano gave him a last little lick, sending a jolt of surprise through him, a shudder coursing through his body at the unexpected contact.

The memory of that mouth around him was fresh, and complex, gratitude and amazement and contentment and a slightly calmed hunger—he had felt feral, wild, dangerous, and now he felt full of wonder instead. In the touch of skin on skin there seemed to be a promise, of this happening again, of a give and take, words perhaps and guiding hands. Sighing, a content sound, he wrapped his arms loosely around Jigano as the other crawled up to rest his head against his shoulder. He didn't want to get ahead of himself, and he was happy to remain where he was, pleasantly spent and with the warmth trapped between their sweat-slick skin.

After a while, though, Rory turned his head to brush his lips over Jigano's forehead. "This was much more satisfying than dancing," he murmured with a slight grin.


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