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At the age of 26 Laios is still a virgin. It’s something that’s never bothered him. He’s a late bloomer, and it’s not exactly easy to find a partner while traipsing through the dungeon for a living. Even if it was a possibility, he wouldn’t want to take someone into his bed who he didn’t have romantic feelings for, or at the very least someone he could trust. Until recently, he’s never felt that way towards anyone. That changed once he met Kabru. Kabru, who is kind and charming. Kabru, with his bright smile and dazzling eyes. Kabru, who takes an interest in the things he likes. Kabru, who he's almost certain returns his feelings. There are so many things Laios likes about him, but surely this means others have seen the same qualities in him, that they’ve thought him a good partner or bedfellow, that others have tasted the perfection that is Kabru.

Kabru will have experience with matters of the heart, with sexual endeavours. Laios does not. If Kabru does truly return his feeling, how can he possibly please him when he has no experience? He doesn’t know the first thing about sex, except for which parts go where, but surely there’s a technique to it. Just like cooking the perfect dish, he needs all the right ingredients to make the experience enjoyable. He’s overheard things spoken through drunken slurs at the tavern, lips that get too loose when indulged in the island's finest ales and spill their secrets for other nosy patrons to hear. Some are scandalous and would break up parties if the information got out, so Laios listens but never tells. They aren’t his secrets to tell. Such things are probably why Chilchuck disapproves so vehemently against inter–party relationships. 'Things always end up messy. People get hurt.’ He’s probably right. He’s seen it first hand. But Kabru isn’t part of their party, so that should be fine in Chilchuck’s eyes.

The question is, how does he get experience when he doesn’t want to engage in matters of the heart with anyone but Kabru? The obvious answer is to jump in at the deep end and learn as he goes, but… this unsettles him somehow. Kabru, with all his experience, will expect more. More is something Laios can’t currently provide. He wants to be an attentive lover who can meet all of his partner’s needs, who can lavish and treat them the way they deserve. He doesn’t want to disappoint Kabru. So what is he to do?

There’s no way for him to gain any sexual experience down here in the dungeon… unless… no, he shouldn’t even entertain the idea. His party members are just that. They’re his closest companions. It could ruin the trust between them to ask such things of them. He can already hear Chilchuck cursing at him in several languages he cannot speak.

Chilchuck…

What’d surprised Laios more than finding out Chilchuck was older than him, was finding out he had a wife and three daughters. Having three daughters means Chilchuck has experience. It means he’s had sex at least three times. That’s three times more than Laios ever has. He chews on the inside of his mouth. It wouldn’t hurt to just ask, right? He’s just looking for pointers from someone more experienced than himself. Surely Chilchuck can’t have a problem with that.

Beside him, Chilchuck shuffles in his sleeping bag, letting out a quiet grunt as Izutsumi clings to him tighter. He’s always willing to help them… most of the time, even when he grumbles about it. That settles it. When he next gets a moment alone with Chil, he’ll ask him for his wisdom in the matters of the heart.

Chilchuck doesn’t like the look in Laios’ eyes. Being dragged aside from the rest of the group is never a good thing. Either Laios has an issue with him or, even more horrifyingly, Laios has his own inner problem which he needs help with… which means he’ll now be involved in it too.

Usually he’d slip away; he’s small enough that Laios wouldn’t notice until he’d already made his escape, but he’d feel guilty if Laios truly did need his help with something serious. They’ve known and worked with each other long enough that he’d count them as friends, not that he’d ever admit it. Laios is someone he can rely on, and in turn, Laios relies on him. It’s mutual, like a symbiotic relationship—he’s been listening to Laios’ monster rambles too much. He wishes he could shut it out sometimes but his ears are too keen. He even hears Laios muttering to himself as he writes in his journal after he thinks all of them have gone to sleep.

Please don’t let this be a monster thing. Please. If he’s eaten something he shouldn’t again then that’s his own fault. How many times have they told him to not put strange things in his mouth? After the parasitic worm incident he should’ve learnt his lesson. They can’t keep an eye on him all the time.

“In here should be fine,” Laios says.

Wandering away from the group is never fine. Especially not this deep down. They’re in unexplored territory. Anything could be lurking in here. They didn’t need another incident like the one with the Dullahan. Surprise attacks are something to be avoided at all costs. Even more so when split up. If something happens and Marcille doesn’t find them… he won’t think about that.

Chilchuck surveys the room. There seems to be nothing untoward. Nowhere obvious for a trap to spring from or anything that could resemble a mimic. There’s the squeak of pipes and the hiss of steam. It’s just like a creaky, old house settling. This small dwarven dwelling must be ancient, but it seems sturdy, safe, no different from the room they set up camp in. It’ll do for the duration Laios wishes to speak with him in private.

He steps inside and Laios follows him, ducking his head through the doorway.

“What is it?” Chilchuck has never been one for beating about the bush. In this line of work you don’t have time to be second guessing your companions’ intentions. Straight and to the point is always the most effective.

Laios’ gaze shifts away from him. No. Oh no. Laios is usually never this hesitant to answer unless… this cannot be good.

“What?” he asks sternly.

Laios rubs the back of his neck. “I don’t know how to say it.”

Chilchuck folds his arms across his chest. “Just say it. The others might come looking for us if we take too long.”

“I–” Laios hesitates, just a beat too long for his liking.

“Spit it out.”

He’s never seen someone so tall, look so demure. Laios is practically twice his height, but Chilchuck may as well be the one looking down at him.

“I would like you to teach me about romance, Chilchuck… sir.”

“Romance?” Chilchuck splutters. “You’re kidding. Go and talk to Marcille about that kind of stuff.” He goes to push past Laios, but one of his big hands settles on his shoulder to stop him.

“I… I can’t. It has to be you. Please, Chilchuck.”

Chilchuck squints up at him. That shy, shifting gaze doesn’t sit right with him. “Don’t tell me… you and Marcille…”

Laios’ eyes bulge. “What? No! This has nothing to do with Marcille.”

Good. Inter–party relationships never end well. He couldn’t, in good conscience, discuss anything like that with Laios if it was about another member of their party… but since it’s not, that begs the question.

“Then who is this about?”

Laios scratches his cheek and looks away again. “Kabru.”

Chilchuck feels like his mind stalls. “Kabru?” Laios gives him a shy smile. He’s serious. “The guy that stabbed Falin?”

“Yeah.” There’s a wistfulness to Laios’ tone, one he’s familiar with. It’s the sound of new love blossoming.

This may actually be worse. Somehow. At least he has a read on Marcille, ancient magic use and all.

“I see.” He doesn’t. But there must be something about Kabru that’s attracted Laios’ attention and affections. He did take an interest in eating monsters, even if he looked horrified as the harpy egg omelette touched his tongue. He doesn’t particularly want to pry. He’d leave, but Laios is looking at him so earnestly he just can’t bring himself to. “What is it you want to know, exactly?”

“I want to know about sex.”

Run. Run as fast as you can and don’t look back.

“What?” He barely recognises his own voice with how strained it is.

Why could Senshi not have given Laios the talk instead of him? He would’ve much preferred learning magic with Marcille and getting mana sickness over that horrifying experience. Or this one for that matter.

“How old are you again?”

“Twenty six.”

“That’s what I thought.” Chilchuck sighs. “And tall–men reach maturity when?”

“Sixteen.”

Chilchuck grits his teeth. “And in those ten years, you’ve never learnt about–”

“I know what it is. The fundamentals. I know what goes where. But, when it comes to the practical side, I know nothing,” Laios says.

“So you’re a virgin?”

Laios nods.

That’s more than he ever needed to know about Laios’ sex life, or lack thereof.

“But I was hoping you could teach me,” Laios says.

Chilchuck pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re kidding… right?” Laios shakes his head. “Why me?”

“Well… I know you’ve had sex,” he says. “You have three daughters.”

He can’t fault his logic really.

“That’s true but… no—no way! I’m not teaching you.”

“Please, Chilchuck. I don’t know what I’m doing. But I do know that I don’t want to disappoint him.” Laios looks at him with growing earnestness. “I just want some experience so I can treat him how he deserves. I want to be good to him.”

Those are noble intentions at the very least.

“So you’re saying you want a practical lesson?” Chilchuck asks. Laios ponders, then nods. “Are you sure you know what you’re asking for?” Laios nods again. “And you’re sure you wouldn’t rather share these firsts with Kabru?”

Laios seems a little perplexed this time, but he shakes his head. “I only want to share my bed with someone I have these feelings for, but my firsts are not something I’m precious about.”

“Then why would you… share your bed with me?” He can’t make sense of it. He often wonders how Laios’ mind works, but he does so now more than ever.

“Because I trust you, Chil.” The sincerity in Laios’ voice stumps him. There’s always got to be an element of trust in a working relationship like theirs, but this is something entirely different. It’s so much deeper. Rawer. Familiar. It’s the kind of trust he’s not had with someone since… well… He’s drawn from his thoughts as Laios shifts in front of him and lowers himself to his knees. “Please,” he says with his head bowed.

When he doesn’t reply, Laios looks up at him with begging, puppy–dog eyes, like that dumb dog from Marcille’s dream. Even with those thoughts it’s hard to deny him. His heart is in the right place. Plus he does look nice down on his knees. Best not to waste this moment he’s been granted.

“Fine. I’ll teach you,” he says. A wide smile spreads across Laio’s face. “Just not right now. We’ll need things: oil and a bedroll at least. I’m not doing anything on the cold stones.”

Laios takes one of his hands in both of his own. “Thank you, Chilchuck.”

Chilchuck snatches it back from him and pokes Laios' forehead. “One thing. No one is to ever find out about this. Understood?”

Laios’ eyes are wide, owlish. He nods quickly. Good.

With that threat firmly in place, he heads for the door, stroking his fingers through Laios’ hair as he passes. It’s the first touch. An apéritif.

What will the next course have in store?

The succubus incident left him feeling out of sorts.

They’re camped in the very same room the succubi attacked. He shouldn’t worry. Izutsumi sorted out the succubi issue, but he still feels on edge. Antsy. Like he can’t settle. The longer he sits here contemplating the situation, the more restless he becomes. He thinks of his succubus and has to touch his still slightly swollen lips to remind himself of what it did. It doesn’t seem to help. There’s a deeper itch beneath his skin. One not caused by the succubus. He’s pent up. Horny.

His libido is something he learned to get a hold of long ago. There’s no need for it down here in the dungeon. It only serves to get in the way. Having those kinds of urges is unnecessary. They cause issues. He has no time for them when on the job. He curses himself. How could he let this happen?

Everyone else seems so fine. So unaffected.

They’ve long finished their meal and are all settling down for some rest. Now is the perfect time to slip away. It’s easy to excuse himself. He tells the others he wants to go and wash up in water that wasn’t previously infested with succubi larvae. They let him go without any probing questions.

He finds a room similar to the one they’re camped in. An ostentatious fountain, cushy moss covered walls. There’s no sign of anything weird swimming in the water. Perfect. He strips himself bare and sinks into the fountain. It hadn’t been a lie when he said he wanted to wash up. He just hadn’t voiced what else he planned to do with this rare bit of alone time. Only, he isn’t alone. The familiar footfall of a tall–man followed him the whole way here.

“You can come in, Laios.” He glances back over his shoulder.

Laios’ peeks around the archway. There’s a soft pinkness dusted across his cheeks. Why’s he acting so coy? They’ve bathed together plenty. There’s hardly room for shyness when they’re with each other day and night. He notices Laios has something bundled into his arms: his bedroll and a bottle of oil… oh. Oh. That explains his behaviour at least.

“Is now really the time for this?” Chilchuck asks.

Yes. Yes it is. It’s the perfect time. It’s exactly what he needs. But he doesn’t need Laios to know that.

“I wasn’t sure when we’d get time alone like this again,” Laios says.

Chilchuck beckons him in. “One of the others could still come looking for us.”

“I gave them an excuse. I said I was going to keep you company and wash my bedroll. Izutsumi spilled some of the succubi milk on it. It should give us some time.”

“And they bought it?”

“I think so.”

Chilchuck isn’t convinced. Laios is a terrible liar. But he won’t pass up this opportunity while they have it.

“Right. Let’s make this quick.” He stands and steps out of the fountain. Laios’ eyes drop to his bare body and he fumbles, almost drops the glass bottle of oil. “What? You’ve seen me naked before.”

Laios places the bottle down before he really does drop it. “It just feels different somehow.” He kneels down and lays out the bedroll, obviously occupying himself with something other than the naked half–foot in front of him.

That won’t do. They’re here for a reason. Being shy about it won’t get them anywhere.

He steps closer and takes Laios by the chin, drawing his gaze up to him. “Where do you want to start?”

Laios stares at him hopefully, like he holds all the answers of the universe. “What usually comes first?”

“Kissing, I suppose.”

Laios’ gaze shifts to his lips.

“Have you done that much at least?”

Laios shakes his head.

So much to teach and so little time.

He sighs as he lowers himself to the bedroll. Laios watches him with curiosity. Even as Chilchuck cups his cheeks and takes him by the back of the neck, Laios stares.

“Close your eyes. It’s unnerving if you stare.”

“Oh,” Laios says softly, and does as he’s told.

“Okay. Follow my lead.” He leans in and presses their lips together. It’s soft, just the whisper of a touch. Laios sits stock still. If it wasn’t for the warmth of his lips, Chilchuck would think he’s been petrified. “Relax.”

Only once he feels the tension ebb from Laios’ body does he delve deeper. Their kiss is slow. Laios is tentative. But, gradually, he mimics Chilchuck’s movements and eases into it. Though when Chilchuck traces his tongue to the seam of his lips, Laios hesitates.

“Part your lips for me.”

Laios obeys.

Chilchuck presses inside. The first touch of their tongues is pleasant. Laios tastes like the meal they’d just eaten. There’s a lingering sweetness from the milky larvae. It makes it easy to melt into, except Laios is barely moving.

“Use your tongue too.”

Laios lets out a soft noise in response.

When Chilchuck seals their lips together again, Laios is like a whole new person. He takes control of the kiss. Presses his big tongue into his mouth. Chilchuck almost chokes. He’s being devoured from the inside. Feasted upon. Laios licks inside his mouth like he wants to taste every part of him. It’s heady, but overwhelming. His exuberance is admirable. But it’s far too much.

He pushes at Laios’ shoulders to create just enough space between them that he can breathe.

“You kiss like you eat, huh?” he pants.

Laios cocks his head to one side. “Hm?” His cheeks are flushed, his lips slightly swollen, and his pupils eclipse the gold of his eyes.

Chilchuck scoffs softly. “I’m not going to disappear. Neither is Kabru.” He should frame it in a way Laios will easily understand. “You can take your time. Savour it like a good meal.”

“Oh.” Something sparks in Laios’ eyes, like a switch has flicked into place.

Chilchuck shuffles closer, right between his legs. He leans up to kiss him again. Laios’ earlier eagerness is replaced with an element of restraint. Their tongues meet. This time it’s not so one–sided. It’s harmonious. They move in sync. Their lips meet with soft smacks.

Chilchuck soon grows impatient. They can’t afford to take this slowly. They don’t have that luxury.

He presses more firmly into Laios. Takes him by his hair and pulls him deeper. That restraint slips. Laios isn’t as overzealous as he was before, but it still feels like if he makes one wrong move he'll be eaten. He finds he doesn’t mind the feeling. His lips tingle with the lingering hints of the succubus sting, but the sensation isn’t unpleasant. It’s rather welcome.

He reciprocates, using his teeth to draw a soft whimper from Laios. Such a sweet noise.

He reaches for Laios’ hands where they’re balled up against his thighs, and takes one, guiding it to his waist.

“Touch me.” He curses the breathiness of his voice. It sounded like he was pleading. Desperate. Maybe he is a little. He let himself get lost in the moment and now he can’t claw his way back out. He doesn’t want to. Physical contact like this is something he’s not had in a long time. He will savour it.

Laios takes him by the waist and pulls him closer. It’s infuriating how easily he can move him about, but he can’t bring himself to complain when he’s sitting in the tall–man’s lap, his lips being devoured. Laios kisses him breathless. He's not ashamed to admit how hard he is.

Laios hands are on his hips, his blunt nails digging into his flesh. The pressure is delectable. His thumbs brush beneath his naval. So close. Lower. Lower. He wants to be touched more. He’s so tempted to take Laios by the wrist and guide him down to his aching cock, but he resists. He can’t feel Laios' arousal presses against him.Odd. Maybe he’s not feeling this in the same way. Or maybe he himself is just too pent up.

He draws back with a heavy breath and uncurls his fingers from their tight grip on Laios' shirt. The glint in Laios’ eyes makes him shiver. He looks hungry.

“You’re getting pretty good at that.” Chilchuck clears his throat. “Let’s move on.”

Laios’ eyes sparkle with his eagerness. Chilchuck raises out of his lap, taking a deep breath to calm himself. This is a lesson. He shouldn’t get too lost in the moment.

“What’s next?” Laios peers up at him. He really does look nice on his knees.

“Oral,” Chilchuck says. “It’s important. Like a prelude. A warm up. It helps you feel connected to your partner. Some people prefer it to the actual deed. It’s not to be underestimated.” Laios nods, listening keenly. “Your partner's pleasure is just as important as your own, got it?

“Yes.”

He hadn’t expected anything less from Laios.

Chilchuck reaches down and takes himself in his hand. His cock is hard, weeping pearlescent droplets of precum against his abdomen. He strokes himself and takes Laios by the chin again.

“Take me in your mouth. Careful of your teeth.”

Laios eyes his cock. Even knelt he has to lean down to take him. The first touch of his tongue is euphoric. It’s big and wet, the inside of his mouth so warm. He takes just the tip at first, like he’s testing the weight of him on his tongue. Chilchuck lays a gentle hand on the back of his head. He won’t force him, but he will encourage. A soft–handed pet to his hair makes Laios sink further. He swallows him down so easily, all the way to the base. Chilchuck’s reasonably well endowed for a half–foot, but tall–men’s mouths are so much bigger by comparison.

“That’s it,” he says, keeping his voice steady. “You’ll have to be more careful when taking Kabru. He’ll be bigger. It won’t be so easy.” Laios peers up at him and nods. Those eyes—the curiosity and eagerness in them—are doing unspeakable things to him. “And be even more careful when he takes you. Don’t force him down. You might hurt him if you do. Let him take his time and go at his own pace, unless he asks of you otherwise.”

Laios hums in understanding. He bobs his head, pulling off before sinking back down, falling into a steady rhythm.

“Use your tongue more,” Chilchuck says.

Laios slides his tongue against the underside of his cock, then swirls it around the tip. Chilchuck has to cover his mouth to stifle a groan. It feels ridiculously good. Is it because it’s been so long since he’s done anything like this with someone else? Or does Laios have a natural talent for it?

“That’s good.” He wraps his fingers through Laios’ hair.

Without even having to encourage him, Laios quickens his pace. The warmth around his cock has him twitching, oozing precum across Laois’ tongue; he doesn’t seem to mind the taste. When he draws back, he laps eagerly at the slit before taking him whole. It feels like a succubi has him in its clutches again, sucking his essence from him.

He tugs Laios hair to pull him off his cock. It’s too much.

“Good… you’re good at that. We can move on.” He doesn’t want to admit how close he was to cumming.

Laios sits up straight and wipes the saliva from his lips. He watches Chilchuck with that same hunger, panting this time. Chilchuck’s gaze falls to the bulge in his pants.

“You really like using your mouth, huh?” He presses his foot to Laios’ covered cock, earning him a soft whimper in return. “It got you so hard.” He rubs against it and Laios trembles. “That’s good. You like to please. People like that in a partner.” He pulls his foot away, satisfied with watching Laios squirm. “Get undressed.”

Laios is quick to stand. He tugs and tears at his clothes, in such a rush to get them off. Chilchuck watches him while uncorking the bottle of oil; he almost drops it when Laios lowers his pants. He’s seen him naked before, but never hard.

“Of course every part of you is big,” he tuts. “This is going to be a tight fit.”

He’s calculating all the ways he can possibly fit that monster inside of him.

He dips his fingers into the oil and kneels down in front of the fountain, steadying himself against its edge with one hand. With the other, he reaches back and circles his fingers around his tight rim. It’s been so long since he’s been touched here, but the feeling is familiar; it helps him to relax.

“Chilchuck?”

He looks back. “What?”

“Have you been with a man before?” Laios asks.

“What? No.”

“It’s just…” Laios is kneeling again, his gaze focused on the bedroll. “You seem to know what you’re doing.”

Chilchuck sighs. He should’ve expected this. “I’ve only ever been with my wife.”

Laios cocks his head. “You’ve… done this with your wife?”

Chilchuck exhales a small chuckle. “I’m a versatile guy. We did a lot of experimenting. Found out what we both enjoyed. This was one of those things.”

“I see,” Laios says, like there’s some important lesson to take from what he said. Maybe there is.

“It’s important to know what you and your partner both like. That’s something you’ll have to figure out together.”

Laios nods quickly.

“Now just watch while I prep myself.”

He turns back, focusing all his concentration on opening himself up. He’s slow and methodical at first, delving in deep, stretching his fingers, pressing against the spot that makes the ache pleasurable. Two fingers, then three, and up to four. He’ll need that many at least to fit Laios. Even then it still may not be enough.

He pulls his fingers free. Clenches around the emptiness. After dipping his fingers into the oil once more, he shuffles around to face Laios.

“You both need to be well prepped before you can go sticking something like that anywhere.”

Laios lowers his head, looking almost ashamed by the size of his cock. Chilchuck wraps his oiled hand around him and that sad, puppy–dog expression vanishes.

“Chil,” he pants, bucking up into his fist.

Chilchuck’s fingers don’t meet around his girth. Fuck. This thing is ridiculously big. Unnecessarily so, really. But he's sure another tall–man like Kabru will take pleasure in his size. For himself, it will be more like a challenge. One he’s going to conquer.

He strokes down to pull back Laios’ soft foreskin and teases his thumb to the tip. He’s oozing precum. So desperate for more.

“Ready?” He asks. He isn’t sure he is himself.

“Yeah,” Laios says, half–breathless. He rocks his hips until Chilchuck moves his hand away. The small whine which follows is testament to how truly desperate he is.

Chilchuck lays himself down on his back and gets comfortable on the bedroll. He spreads his legs wide and draws them back, knees close to his chest. Heat rises to his cheeks. The position is… well, he never expected Laios to see him like this. He beckons him closer and Laios shuffles between his legs.

“Okay. Just guide yourself in,” he says. Laios takes his cock in hand and lines the tip up with his hole. The small amount of pressure already aches. “Slowly.”

He chances a glance down between their bodies. Laios looks ridiculously big against him.

I’m going to regret this.

Laios nods and slowly applies more pressure, easing his hips forward just a little at a time. When the thick head is fully inside him, Chilchuck grunts.

“Are you alright, Chilchuck?” Laios looks so concerned, it’s almost sweet.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. You’re just stupidly big,” he says through gritted teeth.

Laios pouts. He must be worried about it. Concerned he may hurt Kabru.

Chilchuck pats Laios’ cheek and smirks at him. “Don’t worry. Kabru will love it.”

The eagerness returns to his expression. He takes Chilchuck’s cock in his hand, his fist enveloping all but the tip, and strokes as he eases inside. The pleasure at the front distracts from the burn at the back. Laios stretches him so wide. He’s never felt so full.

“Stop.”

Laios does so immediately.

“I’m not going to be able to take any more of you than that.” It’s already like he can feel him in his stomach. If he goes any deeper he may break. He glances down. Only half of Laios is inside him. “I’m going to need you to be careful.” If he goes any deeper… Chilchuck doesn’t want to use Marcille’s healing magic. She’ll ask too many questions.

“I’ll be careful.” There’s the hints of a whine in Laios’ voice. Desperation curling around his words.

Chilchuck will indulge him. “Pull out slowly.” He’s left empty, just the tip of Laios’ cock still inside him. “Push back in.” Laios is careful with how deep he sinks into him. He stops at the perfect point. “Again.”

With his instruction Laios builds a steady rhythm, one he can keep control of. The pressure against that spot inside him makes Chilchuck’s eyes roll. His hand has replaced Laios’ on his cock, and he’s stroking it quickly, matching each thrust. Laios has a hold of his hips, his grip tight like he’s anchoring himself.

He can only imagine what Laios would be like if he didn’t have to hold himself back.

Good luck, Kabru.

The burning is long gone and even the ache ebbs. Chilchuck is left with nothing but pleasure. Each time Laios pulls out, he yearns to be full again.

“Faster,” he chokes.

Laios eyes widen and his brow furrows. “Are you sure?”

Chilchuck nods, his lower lip caught between his teeth.

Laios is strong, undoubtedly so, but the power behind each thrust really reminds him of that fact. He moans for the first time without trying to stifle it. The noise echoes from the stone walls, only partially dampened by the moss. He can only hope it doesn’t carry too far.

“Chil.” Laios bears over him, his hands on either side of his head, his body caging him in.

One of those big hands cradles his cheek, and his breath is stolen by the press of insistent lips. He lets Laios in. He lets him taste his moans and swallow them down to fill his belly.

“Chil.” The rasp to Laios’ voice makes him shiver.

He clings to his broad shoulders, desperate not to lose himself too much. He’ll never live it down if he does; he won’t be able to look at Laios again without becoming flustered.

“Lower your hips,” he grunts, reinstating his control. He’s the one in charge. He is.

Laios obediently does as he’s told, and Chilchuck sees stars. The way the thick head of his cock presses against that pleasurable spot is maddening. He gulps down a moan. “Right there.”

Laios hits it again. “Am I doing it right? Is that good, Chilchuck?”

“Good. So good,” he murmurs against his lips. He can disguise his pleasure as praise. Laios’ technique is sloppy but that’s to be expected. With his cock as big as it is, that sloppiness can be forgiven. He still hits just the right spot and Chilchuck can’t help the way he tightens around him. Laios groans, a low noise which builds from deep in his throat. His hips stutter and he becomes even more uncoordinated. “Find your rhythm again.”

When Laios does, Chilchuck knows he’s done for. The pleasure is too much. He’s too pent up. He’s been waiting for this kind of release for longer than he cares to admit. He won’t hold himself back.

He strokes his cock as it twitches and spills across his stomach. He can hardly catch his breath. It’s made even harder by Laios knocking it from his lungs with each thrust. He manages to get the trembling of his body under control before it becomes too noticeable, and lies back to take in Laios' figure above him. The flush on his cheeks, the glassiness to his gaze, the sweat on his brow. He can appreciate how handsome he looks like this. But his orgasm has quelled the ravenous desire within him. This is a scene Kabru would appreciate in far greater depth than he. It’s wasted on him.

“Laios,” he croaks.

Laios has lasted surprisingly long. Usually a virgin would spill their load the moment they pushed inside the wet warmth of their partner, but he’s held out. Chilchuck has to tug on his hair to bring his eyes back into focus.

“Aren’t you close?”

Laios nods, his jaw slack.

“Then why are you holding back?” he pants. He’s growing sensitive. It’ll soon verge on painful if Laios doesn’t let up.

His thrusts have slowed but he’s still going, worrying at his lower lips as he does. “I want to be able to last to please Kabru.”

Chilchuck exhales a breathy laugh. “Don’t worry. You’ve lasted plenty long enough. You’ve already made me cum. You don’t have to hold back.” He pushes on Laios’ chest. His arms are as wobbly as slime. “Just don’t finish inside me. The clean up would be a nightmare.”

Laios smiles as he sits back and pulls out. He strokes his cock, working himself quickly to his peak. He cums with a tight groan, his head lolling back and eyes slipping shut. His release spills across Chilchuck’s stomach, mixing with his own spend. Only, Laios’ is so much thicker, and there’s so much more of it. His body twitches as he wrings himself dry, then he collapses beside him on the cold stone floor. His breaths are ragged but soon even out.

Chilchuck glances at him as he sits up, something he immediately regrets as the puddle of cum trickles down his body. Laios’ eyes are closed—it almost looks like he’s drifted off to sleep—so he flicks his forehead to get him up and moving.

“C’mon. We need to get cleaned up.” They’ve already spent far too long away from their party. Any longer and one of them is bound to come searching for them. What a scene this would be for them to find.

Laios lets out a heavy breath and sits up. His shoulders are hunched and he won’t meet his gaze.

“Are you regretting this?” Chilchuck asks.

Laios’ head jolts up and he stares at him wide–eyed. “No, of course not.” He grabs Chilchuck by the shoulders. “I’m so grateful to you for teaching me. I’m just… a little overwhelmed.”

“That tends to happen on your first time.” Chilchuck offers him what he hopes is a reassuring smile. “You did good.”

Laios smiles. It’s almost bashful, which is a ridiculous notion after everything they’ve just done together. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. Literally.”

Laios chuckles.

Chilchuck shifts and goes to get up, but his legs give out beneath him. Laios catches him before he collapses to the floor.

“Fuck,” Chilchuck hisses. Everything aches. There’s a dull throb in his lower back, a twinge in his hips, and his ass hurts like a bitch.

“Are you okay?” Concern floods Laios’ voice, like him and his stupid big cock aren’t the cause of this. He supposes he’s partly to blame himself for being so stubborn and determined to take something his body really was never meant to accommodate.

“I’ll be fine.” He hopes. He really doesn’t want to go crawling to Marcille, begging her to use healing magic. There’s no way he can explain this to her. He can’t. He won’t. “Kabru better be grateful to me,” he utters, then points a finger at a smiling Laios. “Don’t actually tell him this happened though.”

“I won’t,” he says softly.

Laios lifts him into his arms and brings them both to the fountain to wash up. He carefully lowers him into the water. It eases the tension and aches at least a little, and washes away the cum on his stomach. Laios climbs in beside him to wash off the sweat and stench of sex.

“How was I really?” he asks after a quiet moment.

Chilchuck peers up into his hopeful eyes. He sighs. He won’t lie to him. “Your technique could use a little work.” Laios’ shoulders slump. “It was your first time. Don’t be down on yourself. You’ll get better the more you do it.” Laios nods. “You’re very good with your mouth. Make use of that.”

Laios eyes light up. “Okay!” He leans over the side of the fountain and from beneath the bedroll pulls a journal and pen, and furiously scribbles across the page.

Does he dare ask? No. He’s learnt it’s best not to. He won’t pretend to know what’s going through Laios’ head. It must be something to do with monsters. It has to be. Thinking about monsters after sex wouldn’t be the oddest thing Laios has done. What brought him to those thoughts is none of his concern.

He settles into the water, finally able to relax for the first time since the succubus ordeal. With his urges sated, all the pent up stress melts away, and he's renewed with a sense of optimism for whatever lies ahead on their journey to the heart of the dungeon. He's content that Laios won't utter a word. That what they did together will remain just a memory, a secret between the two of them. It's all going to work out. What could possibly go wrong?