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“Bahrmir…”
The tiefling quickly paused the trail of kisses on Wyll’s neck to look at the young man’s face, “Yes, my love?” He responded, voice gentle as always with a hint of concern laced into it. Wyll was quick to quell that concern by combing a hand through Bahrmir’s greying hair– more grey than black at this point, really.
“There’s something I’d like to try, if that’s alright with you.” Wyll squirmed a bit underneath the older man as a mix of nerves and excitement pulsed through him. More shivers wracked his body as Bahrmir gently grabbed his hand, bringing it to his mouth to press sweet kisses over his knuckles.
Bahrmir held Wyll’s hand to his chest, completely covering it with both of his larger hands, “You know I’m willing to do anything for you, Wyll,” his smile was so soft and warm, it almost made Wyll’s request feel like a complete tonal shift. If it wasn’t for that fact that they were both completely naked and Wyll already had his legs wrapped tightly around Bahrmir’s hips, he would’ve felt much more embarrassed saying what was on his mind.
“I…” Wyll took a moment to think about his wording, “Well, I was thinking that you could– um– fuck me with your tail?” The wide-eyed look on Bahrmir’s face made Wyll pull back a bit, “You can say no, of course! It was just something I thought of a bit ago–” A pair of lips on his forehead stopped him mid-sentence. Another kiss was placed on both of his cheeks, then the tip of his nose, and finally he received a chaste kiss on the lips. A soft sigh left Wyll as he relaxed. Bahrmir’s kisses always seemed to have that effect on him.
“I was just surprised, little love. Are you sure you wish to try it? My tail is quite…” Bahrmir’s tail raised into Wyll’s view, “Well, a lot of things. It’ll take some time to make sure you’re ready.”
Wyll took a moment to examine the tip of the tiefling’s tail. It was almost like the tip of an arrow, a bit less sharp, but the wide end would be a small challenge to overcome. He shivered at the thought of it inside of him. “If you’re alright with taking that needed time, I’m sure. Very sure.”
Bahrmir grinned, showing off his sharp teeth, “Then I’d better get started.”
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“Do you think you’re ready, little prince?”
Wyll failed to hold back a whiny moan as he bucked his hips towards the fingers– the three thick fingers inside of him. The wet sound that follows paired with the feeling of oil leaking down onto the bedroll below him made Wyll’s face heat up to dizzying temperatures. “Daddy…” his own voice sounded foreign to his ears, high and breathy, “Daddy,please…”
“Shh,” Bahrmir leaned down to kiss Wyll’s forehead, “Daddy’s going to give you what you want, love. I just have to make sure my sweet boy is safe, I don’t want to hurt you.” He left more kisses along Wyll’s neck, his beard tickling the sensitive skin there and sending pleasant tingles throughout the warlock’s body. He nibbled on a spot under Wyll’s ear and whispered against his skin, “You’re Daddy’s most precious treasure. You know that, right?” He smiled as Wyll nodded quickly, “Good. I love you, Wyll.”
“I… I love you too,” Wyll managed to pant out. He blinked his teary eyes open when Bahrmir raised his head. The tiefling’s warm smile made his heart ache with overwhelming emotion. He reached up to wrap his arms around Bahrmir’s neck and pulled him down for a messy, passionate kiss. Both men let out muffled moans as their forked tongues brushed against each other and explored their mouths. Wyll let out a louder moan as Bahrmir curled his fingers up into the bundle of nerves that had Wyll’s legs shaking around the older man’s waist. “Daddy,” Wyll gasped out, “I’m ready– I’m ready, I promise. Please–”
“Alright, alright,” Bahrmir soothed him with a deep chuckle. He cooed as Wyll let out a soft whine when he slipped his fingers out, “Daddy’s got you, little prince. Just be patient for a little longer. I know you can do it, love, such a good, strong boy…”
Wyll nodded frantically. Yes, yes he was good– and he was going to make Bahrmir proud.
Bahrmir’s hands grabbed the back of Wyll’s thighs and pushed them back from his waist with only a small whine from the human. Wyll was all too familiar with this position, with his knees to his chest and spread to expose everything to Bahrmir. He didn’t even need to be told to hold onto the back of his knees to keep them in place, which earned him a smile and more praise that made him preen. The weight and warmth of Bahrmir’s thighs over his own brought an odd sense of comfort and relaxation. “Good boy, stay relaxed and this should go smoothly.”
The first brush of Bahrmir’s oiled up tail made Wyll jolt a bit, but he quickly relaxed again with a soft sigh. Large, gentle hands caressed his body, soothing him as the tail slowly pushed in. It was an odd sensation, very different from fingers, but certainly not bad. He bit his lip as the widest part of the tip began to slide in. Bahrmir was right, it went in smoothly– mainly thanks to all the time he spent prepping Wyll. Now, they sat still, allowing Wyll’s body to adjust to this new shape inside of him.
“How does it feel, little love?” Bahrmir’s voice was strained and it was obvious by the way he twitched that he was desperately holding back from letting his tail make any sudden movements. Wyll smiled. His dear cleric always took such good care of him.
“Feels good,” Wyll let go of one of his legs to lace his fingers with Bahrmir’s, “Deeper?”
Bahrmir groaned, followed by a soft chuckle, “Ilmater have mercy– You’re going to be the death of me, little one.”
Wyll didn’t even have a chance to think of a response before the tail inside of him pushed in deeper, already much deeper than fingers could ever reach. “Oh– Oh shit–” Wyll’s nails dug into his own skin and his toes curled almost painfully tight. He had no idea how much of Bahrmir’s tail was inside of him, but it felt deep, he felt full. A full body shudder went through him as Bahrmir drew light circles around his navel.
“Deep enough?” There was a hint of teasing in Bahrmir’s voice. All Wyll could do in response was nod frantically, any words he could try to form caught in his throat and came out as breathy moans instead. Another hand gently caressed Wyll’s cheek as Bahrmir cooed softly, “You’re taking it so well, my darling. I’m so proud of you.”
Wyll would’ve been embarrassed of the sound that came out of his mouth if he could think straight. The hand that was tracing circles on his stomach trailed lower until it wrapped around the base of his cock. Though he knew what was coming, that didn’t stop the sharp gasp he let out when Bahrmir sunk down onto his length fully, surrounding it with a tight, wet heat. It was a damn miracle Wyll didn’t spill inside of him immediately. "Fuck! It's… Gods, it's so much. I almost came…"
Bahrmir chuckled as he rolled his hips, earning a sweet moan from Wyll, "I'm glad you're feeling so good, feel free to let yourself go whenever you want to."
“But– Oh gods– But I don’t want this to end too quickly,” Wyll admitted, “I want to feel you inside of me for longer…” That got Bahrmir to let out a deep moan as his hips jerked forward suddenly.
“Oh, little prince, you’re too cute,” Bahrmir pulled his tail out just a bit, interrupting the Wyll’s whine when he pushed it back in. He grinned at the way Wyll’s eyes rolled back, “Don’t you worry, I’ll fuck you for as long as you want, as often as you want. Anything you desire, I’ll give it to you.”
Wyll couldn’t form a coherent response, he wasn’t even sure that he could think of one at that point. He sure as hell couldn’t think of anything as Bahrmir found a steady rhythm, synchronizing the thrusts of his tail with the rise and fall of his hips. Wyll’s hips twitched pathetically, attempting to push towards both pleasures despite his position and Bahrmir’s weight over him making that practically impossible. “Daddy! Oh! Daddydaddydaddy–” he babbled mindlessly, his hand holding Bahrmir’s in a vice-like grip, “Harder! Please, Daddy! Fuck me harder!”
A huff of a laugh escaped Bahrmir as he happily complied, soaking up the shameless cries Wyll let out with every thrust. There could be no doubt that the entire camp has heard them now, but neither man could care less. If anything, Bahrmir thought that they should consider themselves lucky that Bahrmir wasn’t a selfish man who kept all Wyll’s sounds to himself. He adored showing off how amazing his boy was.
“Oh gods, I– Ah… Haah! Daddy, I can’t– I’m–!” Wyll could swear that he lost his vision for just a moment as an overwhelming orgasm crashed over him. His back arched, his free hand clawed uselessly at Bahrmir’s shoulder, he could feel his cock pulse and twitch inside of Bahrmir with every shot of cum he released. “Daddy… oh… mmh…” His eyelids fluttered when he received a soft kiss on the lips, prompting his entire body to go slack under the tiefling as the high of his orgasm melted away. Still, a soft whine came from the back of his throat as Bahrmir’s movements slowed to a stop, “Don’t– Don’t stop yet… please…”
“Are you sure, my love?” Bahrmir’s thumb rubbed the back of Wyll’s hand, “You look quite tired.”
Wyll shook his head, “That was too… too fast. I want you to fu-fuck me longer…” He looked up at Bahrmir with puppy eyes he knew the older man could never say no to, “I want to make you cum. Please, Daddy?”
Bahrmir hung his head in defeat, letting out a soft laugh, “Such a sweet boy I have, begging for my orgasm,” he rolled his hips again, immediately getting a whiny moan from Wyll, “You drive a hard bargain, little one, but I just can’t say no to you.” He kept his tail mostly dormant inside of Wyll, knowing the simple rock of his hips was likely all the stimulation Wyll could handle right after his orgasm.
Wyll’s cock could only remain half hard, the mix of pleasure and slight pain being the only thing keeping him from going completely soft inside of Bahrmir. It was like the warmth of arousal in his stomach had turned into a burning fire, flames licking at Wyll’s nerves with every roll of Bahrmir’s hips. It was hard to focus on anything other than what he was feeling, he couldn’t even register whatever incoherent things he was moaning and babbling on about, but he pulled enough brain power to let the hand on Bahrmir’s shoulder trail down the cleric’s torso until he could press his thumb against his clit. He rubbed it in clumsy circles, his muscles still weak and shaky, but it seemed to be good enough for Bahrmir.
“Fuck…” Bahrmir moaned deeply, letting his head fall back as he rolled his hips with more earnest, “Good boy, Wyll. I have such a wonderful boy. Ah…” Wyll’s rubbing steadily got quicker and firmer, Bahrmir’s quiet moans encouraging him to put what little energy he had left into rubbing Bahrmir to completion. The way Bahrmir squeezed around his cock with every rock of his hips brought Wyll dangerously close to the edge again, but he refused to cum twice so quickly when his lover hadn’t even cum once yet.
“Bahrmir… Daddy,” he called out softly to bring Bahrmir’s eyes back down on him. Slowly, he released the tiefling’s hand to reach up and cup the back of his neck instead, bringing him down for another kiss. It was a brief but passionate kiss, Wyll only pulling away to trail kisses from Bahrmir’s cheek to his pointed ear, “I love you, Daddy.” As he predicted, he felt Bahrmir shudder over him.
“Oh fuck– Wyll–” Bahrmir hissed quietly as the waves of his orgasm caused him to still. Though, his tail was once again stirring up Wyll’s insides as it tried to curl up with Bahrmir’s tightening muscles. Wyll let out a broken moan when another orgasm pulsed through him, weaker than the first, but the overstimulation caused his mind to go blank again.
The two laid there for who knows how long, panting and sweating while they held each other close. Bahrmir was first to move, carefully pulling his tail out of Wyll and peppering the human’s face with kisses as he let out quiet whines and tried to clench down. Once his tail was free, Bahrmir slowly slid off of Wyll’s thighs and guided his legs back down onto the bedroll before he quickly got to work massaging his sore muscles. “How are you feeling, dear?”
“Mmm… Good. Really good,” Wyll hummed with a sleepy smile, “I’d feel even better if you got down here already, though.” He reached up towards Bahrmir, making slow grabby hands that made Bahrmir chuckle.
“As you wish, little prince,” he lowered himself on top of Wyll, gathering him in his arms before rolling them both over onto their sides and hugging Wyll flush to his chest, “Better?”
“Much.” Wyll nodded. He pressed a kiss to Bahrmir’s collarbone and steadily made his way up his neck, “Thank you for indulging me, love. Honestly, I was a bit worried it would be too strange…”
Bahrmir let out a lighthearted laugh, “Of course not! It was wonderful! Trust me, it was not strange at all, I’ve thought of much stranger things.”
“Oh?” Wyll perked up in interest. Bahrmir coughed awkwardly.
“A topic for another time…”
“Hmm… Fine. Next time we make love, you must tell me at least one of your ‘strange’ thoughts,” he gave Bahrmir a determined look that left no room for arguing. Bahrmir smiled. Wyll’s stubbornness was one of his many charming aspects– Well, Bahrmir found everything about Wyll charming. He was positively smitten with the young hero.
“Alright, next time,” he kissed Wyll’s forehead, “I promise.”