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“Kabru?”
Kabru felt as if his body was alight, as if his body was attuned to this particular tone and pitch Mithrun’s voice had adopted. It was as if his body knew what would follow and, against his better wishes, was excited by the prospect of hearing his name. It was only a few days ago that the two had plunged into the dungeon and made their way deeper. Every day Kabru something new about Mithrun. He portrayed himself as a hollow abyss with no desire, and no doubt he had come a long way, but the more Kabru got to learn about Mithrun, the less he felt like a hollow abyss. If he yelled down, he was sure his voice would return to him, reciprocated and echoed back. So much had changed since their initial descent.
“Yeah?” Kabru asked, a break in his voice betraying the nonchalant air he attempted to keep up. Why did he bother? It wasn’t as if Mithrun cared.
“Let’s do it.”
Kabru swallowed. This was own fault. He had no one else to blame except for himself. But, it wasn’t the act that Kabru feared. He had had plenty of loveless acts that were of purely for pleasure. This was different. Kabru was catching feelings.
It had started one night. Mithrun had awoken as Kabru was settling into his sleeping bag. Kabru wouldn’t have noticed had he not turned over in his sleeping bag to find Mithrun just staring at him blankly, jolting his senses.
“You’re awake?” Kabru asked, testing. Maybe Mithrun was one of those people who could sleep with his eyes open.
“I am.”
Maybe not.
“I guess increasing your circulation to your extremities won’t be enough tonight…” Kabru sighed, sitting up, “Still… you need to rest your body. I don’t want you to keep going until your body forcibly shuts down like last time.”
“I’ll teach you that sleeping spell then.”
Kabru sat in his sleeping bag, staring at the wall as if it held the key to setting the captain to bed without requiring magic. Kabru didn't like using magic if he didn't have to. There was something cold about becoming reliant on magic for basic needs. He rubbed his chin, scratching at the stubble until a thought crossed his mind. But- no. That would be overstepping. Kabru glanced to the other. Mithrun was laying there, watching him and waiting for his decision. During their time in the dungeon, they had already crossed so many boundaries. He saw to his dietary needs. He chaperoned him to expel his bodily waste. He reminded him when he needed to bathe. What was one final boundary crossed?
“…Mithrun, when was the last time you ejaculated?” Kabru asked, as if using such a formal word would soften the blow of the wildly impolite question. He couldn’t look Mithrun in the eye. Just kept staring at the wall ahead.
“I’ve already told you.”
It was unlike Mithrun to be indirect. Perhaps he was also uncomfortable with the topic, but Kabru had already started this. He couldn’t turn back now. If Mithrun had already told him, he was likely referring to his telling of his time as the Lord of the Dungeon. That would be around 30 to 40 years ago? Even so, Kabru knew there were people who didn’t care for orgasm who slept just fine. It was a moot point to judge his insomnia by his lack of sexual activity. Kabru was back at square one.
“...why do you ask?” Mithrun broke the silence, breaking Kabru from his train of thought. He looked to Mithrun, a sheepish smile pulling his lips apart.
“Sometimes when I have a hard time sleeping I…” Kabru replied, making a jerking motion with his fist before spreading his fingers to emulate ejaculation.
“I see,” Mithrun replied smoothly, “Lets try it then.”
All thoughts in Kabru’s mind combusted. It wasn’t that he hadn’t been with a man before. He had shared the company of different people, regardless of race or gender, in the past. He had always been in control of those situations, but this one dangerously spun too close to home. Kabru was never one to mix profession and pleasure.
This situation was different; they were unwitting partners from different factions, dungeon diving only by circumstance.
Mithrun was different; he held no desires, and surely it wouldn’t change due to a tall-man he met only a few days ago.
Kabru was aromantic; he wasn’t about to develop feelings for an elf who was around his adoptive mother’s age, fill the void of a father figure he never had, and unwittingly fall in love with said man in an undoubtedly doomed-to-fail relationship.
Yeah.
It was totally fine to jerk off this elf.
Kabru had no words to show his compliance with the idea. He simply nodded to Mithrun and laid back down. “Close your eyes and lay on your back,” Kabru commanded.
Kabru inched closer to Mithrun until their sleeping bags were side by side. Slowly, he took his time to make himself comfortable, laying back down and adjusting himself before slipping his hand under the covers. His arm shifted to the other’s sleeping bag, dipping beneath the upper cover, and was met with the dull heat from the elf’s body. He hesitated when his fingertips brushed against his uniform, but continued guided by touch. His trembling fingers found purchase against his thigh, trailing up until it hovered over the man’s crotch. There was already a slight pitch against the fabric to Kabru’s relief. He was afraid he would not be able to arouse the captain, but it didn’t seem to be impossible for him. Carefully, he lifted the man’s tunic and pinched the buttons undone on his pants. Once his skin was freed, Kabru fanned his palm over his lower belly. The skin there was soft, but also littered with imperfections from past fights. His flesh was tense.
Kabru’s mouth watered, and he swallowed hard. There was something exciting to touch without seeing or even facing his partner. Without visual aid, he could focus on every sensation at his fingertips and he could only imagine what he was touching. He was shocked to find thick hair crowning Mithrun’s groin. Elves had a reputation for consistently grooming their pubic hair, and Kabru had never slept with an elf that went against that tradition. Except for Mithrun. Given his background, it made sense that no one would want to do this particular service for him. There was something exciting about something new.
“What are you doing?” Mithrun asked.
“I…” Kabru started, unable to find an excuse for his hesitance. He didn’t want Mithrun to know how much he was overthinking this. He turned to glance at Mithrun. A mistake. Mithrun was already turned to look at him. There was no escaping now. “I’m… also…” he started, scraping for an excuse.
“Oh,” Mithrun breathed, expression softening. Without warning, Mithrun reached into his sleeping bag without the same gentleness. He palmed Kabru’s cock through his pants, squeezing his length.
“Wait wait wait,” Kabru shuddered. It wasn’t completely unpleasant, but Mithrun’s ministrations were too hasty. That and this burgeoning on intimate. “Let’s take it slow and not look at each other.”
Mithrun stared at him, searching him and then nodded before returning his gaze to the ceiling. Kabru let out a sigh and followed in suit. His fingers dipped lower into Mithrun’s pants, grazing his thumb over the tip to find precum already bubbling at the tip. He wondered what it would taste like. It was long enough for Kabru to grasp against his palm, his thumb massaging the base and his stiff balls. There was 40 year old cum in there. Based on the wet mess against his wrist, he wasn’t going to get powdered sperm. Would it be be incredibly bitter due to the years of build up? Or did it age well like wine? It was likely the former.
On the other hand, Mithrun wasted no time pulling his pants down enough to unsheathe his cock from his underwear. If Kabru closed his eyes, he could imagine that the captain was simply eager to reciprocate, but it was likely he saw this as doing his part. His body seized as the Mithrun moved to yank his dick out, bending the muscle to strain against the fabric.
“Slow down,” Kabru hissed, grabbing Mithrun’s hand on his dick, stilling it. He wrapped his hand around the smaller man’s and eased his cock out. Mithrun’s hands were smaller than his own. The thought stilled him until he began to guide Mithrun’s hand to the pace he preferred. He let go of Mithrun and worked his fingers around the other’s cock. He pressed his thumb against the frenum, massaging over the tip and spreading the thick precum over the tip.
As Kabru resolved to finally stroking Mithrun, he felt the elf's abdomen flex beneath his forearm. There was a barely audible gasp. Kabru went in slow successive strokes until the captain squirmed against his grasp, kicking up his sleeping bag. Each time his fist reached the base, he could feel the captain’s hips shift beneath his grasp. And each time his fist reached the tip, Mithrun’s hips would press upward in an attempt to fuck his fist. He continued this way, relishing the way Mithrun keened for his touch. He so easily became like putty in his hands. Just as he noticed Mithrun coming close, Kabru stopped and released his fingers so that just the tip rested at the junction of his thumb and index.
“Stay still,” he commanded, his voice still and grave. Mithrun’s hips lowered, waiting. His breath was hitched, and he swallowed in waiting. Mithrun’s free hand wrapped around his forearm.
Desperately, Kabru wanted to see Mithrun’s reaction as he whimpered a barely audible, “Please…”
Kabru had to reward Mithrun's good behavior.
Again, he wrapped his fingers firmly around Mithrun and pumped him the way he knew Mithrun wanted it. He brought his thumb all the way to the tip back down to the base in fullness. Mithrun’s hand still rested on his forearm for purchase. Kabru’s own cock was abandoned in Mithrun’s grasp, but he didn’t mind. All he could focus on were the soft whimpers and the way Mithrun fought against his instincts to be good. He was being good for Kabru.
A stunted ‘hmn!’ passed Mithrun’s lips before he heard his mouth clamp shut. Kabru felt the man’s muscles tense and slowed his pumps as he felt ropes of cum against his wrist. Kabru did not stop, pumping him a few times longer than he expected from his partners. Even when he stopped, he grazed his thumb over the tip where he felt cum continue to ooze out of Mithrun. Despite his wishes, Kabru furtively glanced to Mithrun. The man was completely knocked out, an uncharacteristic blissed out expression on his sleeping face. His mouth was slightly open and he was lightly snoring. Mithrun really needed this.
Carefully, Kabru fixed Mithrun's hands so they were at his side. His own curiosity got the best of him as he lifted Mithrun’s sleeping bag to find his entire belly covered in his own cum. Kabru weighed his options.
Mithrun was still sleeping as Kabru slowly lifted the sleeping bag off him until Mithrun's body was mostly exposed. Kabru's hand shined from the milky cum, and his mind was blank as he lapped the cum from his palm. It was incredibly bitter, it immediately numbed his tongue. The scent was so strong, Kabru wrinkled his nose. And still, something possessed Kabru to dip down to Mithrun’s belly and run his tongue against his cum, lapping it up like cream. His tongue followed each trail of cum until his entire mouth was numb from its flavor. He gathered some in his palm again and began to stroke himself off using Mithrun’s cum as lubrication. Pitifully, he palmed the tip imagining some had gone into him. Kabru luxuriated in Mithrun’s cum. It didn’t take long for him to cum hard against his own palm.
The post-nut clarity hit him like a truck. In seconds he blinked, staring wide eyed at Mithrun’s limp dick a few centimeters away from his face. When he lifted his face, it was sticky and some sperm came off in flakes. Mithrun was still fast asleep, snoring. Kabru and his pride were safe. He stared down at his palm, holding the mixture of his own and Mithrun’s cum, in horror. And still curiosity got the better of him as he dipped his tongue against the mixture.
Kabru was fucked.