Chelen City: Chapter Fifteen, Part Two

 Notes: Smexytimes ahoy. You have been warned!

Title: Chelen City: Chapter Fifteen, Part Two

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Chapter Fifteen, Part Two

 

There were times when the only right reaction was falling into bed.

Bed would have been a step up, actually. They didn’t even make it out of Elanus’s office before Kieron had pushed him back in his chair, pulled his pants down, spread his legs apart, and done his absolute best to suck Elanus’s consciousness out of his dick.

Elanus generally preferred things a little slower, but right now all he could think when he looked down at Kieron, his eyes closed with pleasure as he pistoned his mouth along Elanus’s shaft, was that he got to keep this. Him. He could wind his hands into Kieron’s hair—still short, but long enough now to get a grip on—and urge him to keep going, praise him with as much articulation as he could manage in the moment, and finally come inside of him, inevitable and relentless, and barely have time to soften before Kieron was up and demanding more.

“Stay like this,” Kieron said, getting into his lap and leaning his chair back. He had his own cock out now, and was stroking it determinedly as he settled against Elanus’s chest. “Don’t move. Just let me…” He leaned in and pressed their mouths together just as he took their cocks in the same hand and began to work them together.

Shit, that was too much, too soon. Elanus was oversensitive, and he jerked in reaction to the grip, but he didn’t fight it. He knew Kieron liked being in control, and sometimes that meant taking control in a very literal sense. Elanus let the kisses distract him from the way his hips wanted to arch forward and pull back at the same time, caught in a cycle of pleasure and discomfort that was swiftly edging over into pure pleasure.

All Elanus’s contemplations of sex as some sort of complicated, Kieron-specific metaphor flew out the window as Kieron bit down on his lip, drawing his attention back to the moment. “Is there lube in here?” he asked breathlessly.

“No.” And that seemed like a completely ridiculous oversight, now that Elanus thought about it. “But we can go to—”

“No.” Kieron shook his head. “I want you now. What…what about…” He let go of Elanus and sat up and forward, positioning his hole just above his cock and grinding his dick into Elanus’s abs. When he sat down, he softened just the slightest bit.

“We can’t.” Elanus stopped Kieron’s hips right there. “You’re not prepped, it’s going to hurt too much.”

“I don’t care.”

“I care,” Elanus said, and after a second Kieron sighed.

“Fine. Not all the way. Just…just a little bit.” Kieron kissed him again, wet and messy. “Where you’re already slick.”

Fuck, he was, wasn’t he? “Just a little bit,” Elanus said, and moved one of his hands down to his cock to put a physical barrier in place. Now there was just an inch or so left, mostly the red, bulging crown, and he was so slick there he was dripping. Kieron sighed against his lips as he began to press down, down, and then—

Inside. Oh fuck, he was inside, just a little ways but it felt so hot and amazing, felt like coming home after a long day out in the world. He loved it, and Kieron clearly did if the way he moaned was any indicator. He lifted up again, then back down, easing Elanus in and out of his body over and over until the slide was easy enough that he’d stopped wincing. “You’re so fucking big,” he muttered, his eyes finally opening to satisfied slits as he swiveled his hips in circles. “Sometimes I forget how good it feels to take you like this, and then…we need to do this more.”

“Yes.” What else could he say? I’m at your service, one hundred percent, as soon as we’ve got this pesky Elfshot thing taken care of and I’m not worried about either of us being assassinated any more. No, better not to focus on that, that would just bring the mood down. Being as preoccupied as they had been did mean less sex, but as far as he understood it, that was what you got when you had young children and burgeoning careers—among other things.

He's been my husband in every way except the legal one since he got here. The thought was unexpectedly satisfying, and before Elanus knew it his balls were drawing up tight to his body again, ready to release even though Kieron hadn’t come once yet. It wasn’t a competition, he reminded himself, and yet it absolutely was a competition.

If the way Kieron was smirking was any indicator, he knew it, too.

Well, two could play at that game. Elanus nipped along the edge of Kieron’s jaw, all the way to his tender earlobe. “You could be sitting all the way down on my dick right now if you weren’t so stubborn,” he murmured. “I wanted to take you to bed, maybe eat you out first—” Kieron’s ass suddenly tightened, and Elanus laughed. “Yeah, I know how much you like that. You’re still not used to me taking my time with you, but it wouldn’t have taken me long. I fucking love putting my tongue inside you, I want to fuck you any way I can, want to sound you until you’re screaming but you can’t come until I pull it out, want to put you in a ring and keep you hard and desperate while I fuck you over and over until I finally let you come…”

“Aaahh.” Kieron’s eyes were open now, wild, and he looked at Elanus with the kind of open desperation and adoration that he only let out during sex, and it was too much. One inch of penetration, that was all Elanus had, but Kieron was going to fucking feel it.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m coming,” Elanus said, and then…

It was so good, but it hardly compared to seeing Kieron writhe on top of him grinding in and down so hard that the hand Elanus was holding himself with started to cramp. Kieron came with a shout, coating Elanus’s belly with semen and leaning into it shamelessly, spreading the spill around until they were both filthy. Finally, shuddering, he pulled off and leaned back just far enough to get his fingers between his cheeks.

“Is it bad,” Kieron asked in an unsteady voice, “that I want to go lie down and push it all back inside?”

“Is it bad that I want to watch you?” Elanus replied immediately, then groaned. “Shit, you have to give me a break first, I’m old and spent.”

“Lies.”

“Well, I’m definitely spent.”

“For now, but—” Both their implants pulsed with an incoming message from an allowed source—in this case, the immigration office. Pol and Xilinn’s transfer had been approved. They could leave at any time. Knowing Kieron, that time would be some point today. And then, once they were safe…the real games would begin.

Note to self—make time for more celebratory engaged sex later.