It was when my finger tips brushed against his hole again that he came with a cry barely muffled by his hand. His knees went out from under him like I thought they might, and only my grip prevented him from crashing to his knees in the water. I lowered him slowly into my lap instead, pressing kisses up his torso and neck until I could claim his lips again in a heated kiss.
“That was…” he murmured between kisses.
I hummed in agreement, ignoring my own arousal in favor of making Arlen feel cared for after such an intense release. It was him who brought it up, his touch tentative as he ran his fingers down my length.
“I want to– but I don’t know how–” he stammered, only for me to cut him off with another kiss.
“It not necessary, velren. That was for you,” I told him, smirking when he pouted in response to my reassurance. I still didn’t wish to rush him, but I wouldn’t deny him his wants either. “If it truly what you wish, then we need out of water.”
He let me lead him out of the water, an eager expression on his face that made my blood boil with lust and my cock throb with need. I stopped by a tree, leaning against it when he sank to his knees. Something told me I’d need the support if Arlen put his mouth on me.
His eyes widened as he took in my length, fingers dancing so lightly along the shaft that it kicked in a silent demand for more. When he looked up at me, his gaze was heated and a little uncertain, his inexperience apparent on his face. “I don’t… Can you tell me what to do?”
I bit back a groan at the innocent request, nodding once. I wasn’t sure how eloquent I would be, I already struggled to use the common tongue properly with him, and when his lips trailed lightly along my length much like his fingers had, I worried I wouldn’t be able to concentrate enough to guide him. I did my best, my voice tight with restraint as I told him, “Go slow. Not too much–ungh!”
His soft lips wrapping around the head of my cock made my eyes roll back. I leaned more heavily into the tree, fingers sliding into his hair as I tried to encourage him. “Yes. Like that. Suck–Uuungh…”
Perhaps this was a bad idea. I was already close to completion, and he’d barely started. Having Arlen touching me was better than I’d expected. I was going to embarrass myself with such a quick finish.
If Arlen noticed my strain, he didn’t focus on it, carefully bobbing his head, taking a little more each time. The hand that held my cock steady for him tightened as he got more into it, but it was his moan when he drew back and licked at the tip that set me off. My thighs shook as I fought not to thrust, biting my fist to muffle myself as my release slammed into me.
It wasn’t until the waves of pleasure dissipated that I realized what I’d done. I’d intended to spend on the forest floor to spareArlen the challenge of swallowing, but I’d been so caught up in what he was doing, I’d forgotten to pull away. My eyes flew open, and I looked down, my stomach tightening and my cock giving another small kick at the debauched image of Arlen on his knees, my release on his chin where he hadn’t managed to swallow it all.
“Arlen–”
“Can… Can we do that again?”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
ARLEN
We camped in a forest for several days while waiting for a response from the clan leaders in Al Nuzem. It wasn’t as awful as I would have thought, roughing it like we’d been. Spending each night cuddled in Tyos’s arms kept me warm, and we snuck off more than a few times for secret trysts that thrilled me and brought me so much pleasure, it was a wonder I hadn’t passed out yet. It was a good thing Tyos always thought to cover my mouth with his hand or muffle me with a kiss because my ability to keep my hand on my mouth to muffle myself got worse each time he brought me more pleasure than the day before.
During the day, Simon begrudgingly gave a few small lessons on the barbarian language so we could start learning on our own. Tyos was eager to teach me, touching things and quizzing me on their words in his tongue, but less so when I turned it around on him and started pushing him to practice his common tongue more. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to learn. He was just really bad at it.
“It not be cold, nice weather yes.”
“That’s…” not entirely incorrect, but not what he intended either. “A good attempt,” I finished lamely. “I believe you meant to say, it’s not cold and the weather is nice.”
“Not cold, weather is nice, yes,” he agreed while bobbing his head.
My lips twitched in an attempt to hide my smile. I didn’t want him to think I was making fun of him, but I heard several people around me trying to hide snickers behind their hands or coughing to mask it. I pursed my lips to keep my face straight, blinking rapidly in surprise when Tyos took the expression as an invitation and smacked a kiss on my lips.
“Oh! Um… Thank you?”
I didn’t know how to react when he did that. When we were alone together it was easier, but surrounded by people made me freeze. I still wasn’t used to the idea of males together being accepted. He flashed me a grin in response to my awkwardness, giving my knee a supportive squeeze before jerking his chin at me to urge me to ask another question. We were sitting cross legged near the fire, practicing our language skills, while the others in the camp rested or conversed with each other. A few barbarians were sparring with each other, which was fascinating to watch, and I was more than a little curious to see Tyos spar. I was going to ask him a question about sparring just because I was curious when I noticed a shadow out of the corner of my eye. It wasn’t overly late, the sun had just set recently, but the fading light left me questioning things, and when I turned to look, my heart stuttered in my chest.
The shadow looked like a figure. A big one.
What were the chances the knights found us, and our company hadn’t even noticed?
Tyos must’ve noticed the way I froze, staring wide eyed at the forest behind him. He didn’t hesitate or ask questions, just stood slowly and pulled out his sword. I sat frozen, watching him ashe moved like the wind, swinging his sword exactly where the shadow resided before I even realized he’d moved.
The clang of metal on metal made me flinch and scramble to my feet, but before I could completely freak out, Tyos pushed the shadowy figure away with a scowl. He muttered something in his language, sliding his sword away, and the figure did the same, allowing Tyos to pull him in for a back slapping hug.
“Why the hell are you creeping around over there?” Simon shouted with a scowl of his own. “You’re lucky it was Tyos who noticed you first and not me, or you’d have a blade in your belly for sneaking up on us.”
Relief flooded me as I realized whoever it was must be a friend. The rest of the company seemed to relax once they noticed who it was, and Uttin went to greet the man with a firm clasp of their forearms and a smile. My breath left me in a rush, and I slumped in on myself a little, willing my heart rate to settle. When Tyos came to find me, his smile was understanding, and he took my hands, squeezing them gently.