Torven laid Nox gently on the bed, then straightened up and stepped back slightly.
"Where are you going?" Nox asked softly.
"Where do you think? I thought you preferred sleeping in separate bedrooms," said Torven and looked at him with a slight smile, tilting his head. "You prepared a guest room for me, too, remember?"
Nox suddenly recalled pacing around with pillows in his arms, but he quickly pushed the memory aside. He wrapped his arms around Torven's waist, as if refusing to let him go.
"Don't leave. Stay with me," he whispered, his voice pleading.
Torven chuckled lightly.
"I was only teasing. I'm not going anywhere."
He lay down beside him, pulling Nox close, gazing deep into his eyes unaware what is about to happen.
There was no hesitation in Nox's movements. He leaned in, brushing his lips against the side of Torven's neck, his tongue trailing a slow, warm line across his skin. Then, gently, he bit down near his collarbone.
Torven's whole body tensed at the touch.
Nox looked him in the eye again, meaningfully. When Torven ended up on his back, Nox began unbuttoning his shirt, his fingers were brushing lightly across his chest, then lower, tracing down to his stomach. When he reached his navel, he heard Torven exhale deeply.
He continued kissing downwards, across his chest and stomach, stopping at the waistband of his trousers. Without waiting for permission, he touched him through the fabric. Torven shuddered, clearly aroused. Only now did Nox fully realize his size. Without hesitation, he took him into his mouth, at first over the cloth, and when Torven reacted with a deep, restrained groan, he freed him from his pants and licked the entire length of him, teasing the tip with his tongue before briefly meeting Torven's eyes, then lowering his mouth and taking him in, very slowly.
He moved his head up and down unhurriedly with purpose, his tongue circling the tip before sliding deeper every time, letting the heat of him settle on his tongue.
Torven's head fell back against the pillow, his jaw clenched.
"This is torture," he eventually gasped, voice strained. "I can't hold on much longer..."
'Good,' Nox thought. ′I don't want you to.′
Moments later, Torven climaxed in his mouth, shaking uncontrollably as his release overtook him. He gripped the sheets in both fists, trying to stay grounded, but the intensity overwhelmed him.
"Nox... I—I'm sorry. Spit it out if you want... " He said quickly, sitting up.
But Nox had already swallowed the thick liquid and now smiled at him, slow and wicked, lips glistening. Torven stared at him in astonishment, thinking how this shy little puppy had turned out to be a wildcat.
Without another word, Torven began undressing Nox, needing to feel every inch of him, skin to skin.
'Gods, he's so hot', Nox thought, glancing at him through half-lidded eyes. Torven's lips traced a slow path along his shoulder, then lower, kissing across his chest, his mouth brushing over one nipple, then the other. Nox was already hard, had been for some time, and this attention only made his ache more urgent.
Torven eased him gently onto his back and slowly slid the white trousers down Nox's hips, revealing the full extent of his arousal. Then, without a word, he stripped off the rest of his own clothes, undressing himself completely, with his gaze never leaving Nox's body.
As he looked down at Nox, naked and sprawled out across the sheets, his heart pounded harder. Every line, every curve of this young warrior's body stirred something deep within him.
Nox, slightly bashful, closed his legs, hiding himself, but Torven wouldn't allow it. He slid his large hands between his knees and firmly, but very gently, parted them.
"Show me," he said with a hoarse voice.
Tracing Nox's inner thigh with his fingers, he slowly reached down and wrapped his rough fingers around the aroused length, stroking slowly, then grabbed something from the bedside table. A bottle of oil. He poured a few drops onto his fingers, warmed them between his hands, and reached down, touching the entrance of Nox's body.
Nox flinched slightly and asked quietly: "Do you... Know how this works?"
Torven blushed faintly, but answered, calm and certain.
"Let's just say I know the theory. This is my first time practicing it." He then quickly added, "I can stop, if you want me to, if you would prefer something else..."
"No," Nox replied. "I want you."
Torven's dark eyes somehow grew even darker, revealing raw emotions and hunger.
"Alright," he whispered. "But tell me if I do anything wrong... or if it hurts."
He gently slid one finger inside.
The sensation startled Nox. He felt full already, strangely stretched. Torven moved slowly, massaging from within, coaxing him to relax and touching his front at the same time with his other hand. Gradually, discomfort gave way to something new, a growing desire. Nox slowly began moving in rhythm with him, welcoming each subtle motion.
Torven's touch remained tender, full of deliberate gentleness. He paid close attention to every small reaction, every breath, every muscle tightening or relaxing, letting Nox to set his own pace. Only after ensuring Nox was comfortable, he then carefully added a second finger, inserting it gradually, angling his hand so as not to cause any sudden pressure, and moved both fingers with a soft, massaging motion for a while before introducing the third one.
With each careful movement, Nox's body responded more vividly: his skin flushed warmer, his breath grew heavier, and a deep, pulsing heat was spreading through his body and eventually a small moan escaped his mouth.
Torven took extra care to stretch him gently, using slow movements to ease the fullness. Each addition was mindful and guided by constant silent communication. His eyes were searching Nox's face for reassurance when his hands were steadily and patiently massaging him from within.
But deep inside, Torven was boiling. Burning anticipation was consuming him, his desire was rising, close to overwhelming the calm exterior he wore.
"I think I'm ready," whispered Nox after a few more minutes.
Torven exhaled softly, poured a little more oil onto his hand, and coated his own pulsating member with it. Then, he guided himself toward Nox's entrance. Their eyes met deeply as he began to slide inside. Nox tensed slightly at first, but Torven, gently stroking him with his thumbs while holding him firmly at the sides of his waist, skillfully drew his attention away.
Nox felt the warmth of Torven's hands, steady and strong, anchoring him as the unfamiliar fullness shifted from discomfort to a rising pleasure. As he started to grow accustomed to his partner's presence within him, he was soon moving more freely, synchronizing his motions with Torven's steady thrusts.
Gradually, their bodies fell into an easy, steady flow, each motion driving them closer to the edge of their release. Nox's body tensed like a drawn bowstring. Every so often, he lifted his hips slightly, pressing closer to Torven, wanting to feel even more. Drops of sweat glistened on their bodies, on their foreheads, chests, and backs. Torven struggled, trying to maintain control, but it was already too late.
Nox's body began to arch in pleasure. Torven felt the change, the way Nox tightened around him, and knew he was close. He leaned in, brushing a kiss against Nox's lips before whispering, low and steady, "Look at me, Nox."
Their eyes met, and in that shared gaze, everything broke open. Release crashed through them, sharp and unstoppable. Nox's body tensed all at once, with a loud moan escaping his throat. Pleasure surged through him in waves as he spilled between them. At the same time, Torven shuddered inside of him, his hands gripped Nox's waist, holding him close as the last tremors ran through his body, steadying himself in the warmth of the man beneath him.