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Laios looks at the plaque in front of him with confusion.
“You must have sex in order to leave this room.”
With his mouth slightly agape, he looks down at the man standing beside him. Captain Mithrun of the Canaries stares blankly at the suggestion mounted on the wall. He appears to be unfazed, albeit with a furrowed brow, which is what Laios has come to know as his usual expression.
Looking around he sees there is nothing but a decently sized bed, fitted with sheets. The room is brightly illuminated by four torches installed in each corner.
Laios scrambles in his brain for something to say. A question, an alternative, a plan. Some kind of strategy must be available to get out of this four-walled room without having to complete the absurd condition set for their freedom.
Unfortunately, nothing comes to mind. Even despite what the plaque says, there are no signs of an exit in the room. There was obviously one when they entered it, but it quickly disappeared the moment they stepped foot in the space.
It must be one of the dungeon’s tricks, maybe even the work of the mad sorcerer himself! But Laios’s specialty lies with monsters, he was no escape artist. He is, however, aware of Mithrun’s exhaustive knowledge of how dungeons work from how much he’s spoken about them as they traveled for the past few days.
“Um…Mithrun-san?” The shorter man turns his eye to look back at him, “what is this?”
“I’m not sure,” he says after a pause, returning his gaze to the plaque. “I’ve never encountered anything like this in a dungeon at any stage of its development.”
Wordlessly, Mithrun walks to the edge of the room to feel the wall that closed after the two had entered. Suddenly, he disappears. Although startled, Laios remembers a time when Mithrun opened a blocked wall with his teleportation, so surely it will work here, too. The empty room should be just on the other side.
Or so they thought.
No matter how many times Mithrun used his ability, an exit never became visible, and Mithrun shaped holes never showed on the surface of the walls.
Laios watched the elf briefly shift out of view before instantly reappearing back to the same spot a few more times before rushing to stop him, worried Mithrun might run out of mana as he had witnessed often before now.
Mithrun pants from exertion. Laios personally has a minimal amount of magic ability through what he’s managed to learn from Marcille, so he knows what magic fatigue looks like and how uncomfortable it is. He has the canary captain sit on the floor to recuperate.
“It seems some other ability must have been put in place to stop your magic from working,” he concludes with a hand on his chin.
He decides to go for a more physical approach. Sheathing Kensuke, he looks around the room himself. Tapping the bricks as he’s seen Chilchuck do before, he searches for some kind of hint that would miraculously trigger the room to unlock. Unfortunately, he has no idea what he’s doing, and it leads to nothing.
Sweeping the room once more, he sighs in defeat. With seemingly no other options, Laios turns to face the plaque. The words written have not changed. He crosses his arms in thought.
Could this be some kind of trap? Maybe the two of them will be released if they waited a certain amount of time? But what if they became too hungry to move by the time they decide to act? Either way, time was of the essence.
From what Mithrun had told him some time ago, there was no telling how long they still had before the mad sorcerer regained his strength, and he had to meet up with the others as soon as possible. Falin was waiting for him.
Laios looks at his companion. His breathing had somewhat returned to normal, and he goes over to kneel in front of him. With his hands on his knees, Laios tries his best to speak with a level voice.
“Have you recovered some of your mana?” he starts as evenly as he can.
“Yeah,” Mithrun keeps his head lowered as he replies, still a bit breathless.
“That’s good...” still trying to keep his voice steady, he rubs the sweat from his palms onto his pants. “Um….”
“What is it?”
“Well, I still haven’t managed to find a way out. Do you have any ideas?”
Mithrun shakes his head, and Laios purses his lips.
One thing Laios has come to like about Mithrun is that he doesn’t seem to mind how he phrases things the way others usually do. Memories of Marcille yelling something about tact at him flash through his brain. That, and Chilchuck slapping him anywhere he could reach, even during times when he’d thought really hard about how to say something before it left his mouth.
Though it’s probably because he couldn’t care either way, it’s been surprisingly comforting in a way.
That makes it easier to just come out and say it.
“Mithrun-san…” he steels himself and looks into the other man’s eyes, “I think we should have sex.”
His companion remains silent.
“I think it’s for the best if we try it, we could be stuck here forever if we don’t make a decision now,” Laios explains with a deadly serious expression. He’s prepared to say more about how the mad sorcerer could be regaining strength and about missing the time to meet up with the other canaries, but Mithrun speaks before he does.
“Alright.”
Laios blinks. He knew the captain was relatively easygoing, but he thought it might take a bit more convincing to get him to agree. His mouth hangs open as Mithrun lifts himself up to a standing position. Still stunned, Laios remains on the ground. Following the elf with his eyes, he watches as he walks to the bed that lies against the northern wall.
“What are you waiting for?”
“!”
Laios scrambles clumsily to his feet and makes his way over to Mithrun. Unsure of what to do next, Laios just looks at him. He shifts his feet awkwardly with a hand on his neck.
Mithrun reaches for his neck and undoes the piece of armor wrapped around it. It falls to the floor with a surprising amount of weight. Then, they move to his tunic.
Heat rises to Laios’s face when he realizes what he’s doing. He feels his heart skip and takes a step back, covering his mouth.
“Aren’t you going to undress?” Mithrun asks, lifting his head to look at him.
“Ah, right!” Obviously, that would be the first step, right? It would be hard to have sex with their gear in the way, after all.
Laios tries not to pay too much attention to the elf captain as he removes his long boots and haphazardly tosses them onto the floor among the growing pile of clothing. Laios stands on one leg to remove his own boots, hopping and almost toppling over to keep his balance.
Once the metal pieces of armor, chainmail, and sword scabbard are discarded from his person, Laios looks to Mithrun.
Seeing another man naked doesn’t usually rattle him. He’s even seen Mithrun naked when they took the time to bathe together after encountering a gigantic slime. But knowing what’s supposed to come next has Laios on edge in a way he’s just not used to.
Mithrun positions himself vertically onto the bed and looks at him in silent invitation.
Oh, does this mean he’s letting me be on top?
Laios swallows saliva he hadn’t realized was in his throat and gingerly climbs overtop the Canary captain. They stare at each other, still not saying anything. Laios takes in the other’s features, the small cuts that cover him. Sweat beads on his temple and anxiety pools in his stomach.
Laios feels stuck. He has absolutely no idea what he should be doing right now. He was the one who suggested it, but it was just now catching up to him how fast this was all happening. And how crazy it was that it was happening at all!
He was about to have sex. With another man. An elf at that. Where should he put his hands? Does he just stick it in? Where does he even put his dick??
Should I…kiss him first…? Right, maybe I should start with that.
Laios’s face burns red as if it’s near a sizzling pan. His brows taut with determination, he closes his eyes and slowly lowers his head.
“What are you doing?”
Laios flashes his eyes open, his face just a few centimeters from Mithrun’s.
“Huh? Oh! I thought—," Laios splutters and lifts himself up on his knees.
Mithrun props himself onto his elbows, “if we’re going to have sex there’s no need for such things, is there?”
I didn’t know!!
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I just…!” Despite knowing the captain is rather blasé about most things, he still finds this embarrassing to admit. Averting his gaze, he reflexively moves his hands to cover his face. “I…I’ve never actually…had sex with anyone before….”
Mithrun says nothing; Laios can feel the blood in his face inching down to burn his neck.
“No wonder you were dallying. I’d heard tall-men were more forward.”
Laios is unable to deny the stereotype. He can’t remember how many times he’s been told he should be more proactive with pursuing women and was often mocked by his old gold-stripper “friends” when discussing the topic of sex and his lack of participation in the act thus far.
“If I had a dick as big as yours, I could quit this job and work in a brothel or something!” were the kinds of crazy, unsolicited comments he would get from his coworkers. He’s just never had much interest in the act, though he can’t say he’s never been curious.
“Well, I have been invited once or twice by some women,” he coughed as though to puff himself up, “…but nothing ended up happening.”
Okay, why did he say that? Perhaps Mithrun's unjudgmental nature, the way he doesn’t immediately opt to judge his every blunder makes it easier to say unnecessary things like that.
“Then what do you want to do?” Mithrun asks.
Laios assumes he’s referring to the sex. It doesn’t take him long to remember his objective, “we should still give it a try….”
Mithrun nods. “In that case,” he reaches a hand to Laios’s chest.
The room does a flip, and Laios lets out a small noise as he finds himself looking at the ceiling. Mithrun looks down at him, now in the position Laios had been in just a second ago.
When his brain catches up to what happened, he can’t help but yell, “p-please give me a warning when you use teleportation on me!” His heart is pounding, but it had also been oddly thrilling….
Wait a minute.
Mithrun begins to fumble at the rest of Laios’s clothing. He’d left his shirt on, for some reason, and his voice is muffled as Mithrun lifts it over his head. By the time he reaches his lower half, Laios becomes aware of what the other man is about to do.
“W-wait, please wait, Mithrun-san!” Laios holds a panicked hand out as the elf positions himself between his legs.
Mithrun halts, his hands already in the middle of removing Laios’s undergarments, “what is it now?”
“I’m not sure about, uh, being the one to take it either…”
A small huff escapes Mithrun’s nose, “you sure are a handful.”
Laios can’t help but scrunch his face in offense. So much for not being judgmental.
Continuing on, Mithrun fully removes Laios’s pants, officially putting his dick on full display. Though Mithrun has been nonchalant about being naked this entire time, Laios’s embarrassment levels reach a higher level than before.
“Uh, by the way, Mithrun-san, how did you know you would be able to use magic when we weren’t able to get outside of the room before?”
“I didn’t. I likely tried it on impulse. Like I said, I’ve never heard of a room like this in a dungeon before.”
Laios mulls on that a bit as Mithrun suddenly grabs him by the shaft.
“Ah!” he flinches and let’s out a startled cry. He attempts to quell the anxiety that’s ramping up inside of him and focuses on what’s happening now instead.
“Hm. I didn’t know tall-men were this big,” Mithrun observed the appendage with the same neutral look.
Laios’s voice comes out a bit strained, “is that a problem?”
“It should be fine.”
Something slick forms between Laios’s cock and Mithrun’s palm, which was usually rather dry. It takes effort for Laios to keep his hips on the mattress as he is worked up and down. A sweet sensation begins to pool in his stomach, and his mouth begins to salivate.
“W-what is that...!” he manages to ask between breaths.
“Lubricant. It’s a basic form of magic that we typically use for combat,” Mithrun explains flatly, “but it can also be useful in situations like these.”
The grip Mithrun keeps is firm but comfortable. His hand is quite small compared to Laios’s own, but it easily fits around the girth of his cock.
Despite never having had sex, Laios is of course intimately familiar with jerking himself off. He can’t remember the last time he had been able to get a chance to since embarking on the rescue mission. It hadn’t been much of a problem at first, but he’d found himself frequently wondering if he might get the chance to take care of his problem sometime soon. Even with his supposed lack of tact, he could vividly imagine how mad the others would be if they caught him “pleasuring himself” in such dire circumstances.
Laios can feel his thoughts drifting away as the sensations in his dick spread throughout his body. Suppressed moans spill out from his mouth throughout the session. Glancing up at Mithrun gives him a small shock when he notices the elf using his free hand to loosen himself, massaging his hole with two fingers.
Oh, of course it’s supposed to go in there. Wait, does that still count as having sex? It should, right?
He’s only half paying attention to his musings, wondering if his dick will even fit inside of the smaller man when Mithrun’s movements suddenly stop. The abrupt loss of sensation makes Laios ache, and he barely holds back a whimper.
“I’m putting it in,” Mithrun reports, lifting himself higher up on his knees.
The difference in size between the two of them finally occurs to Laios. He hadn’t thought much of it before, but he really is so much…lither than him. The elf captain may be older but, even his dick length is about half of Laios’s own. It looks like his dick would reach all the way up into Mithrun’s stomach.
Feeling a bit of apprehension at the idea of potentially hurting the other man, he opens his mouth to speak but keeps his thoughts to himself when he remembers Mithrun’s comment about him being ‘a handful.’
He had been the one to suggest this entire thing in the first place, but he was acting so wishy washy about it. Well, it was because of the plaque, but still. Meanwhile the captain remains cool and collected as he had been since he met him.
Laios is convinced he can feel Mithrun’s willingness and determination seep into him; he resolves himself in this moment.
This is a mission in and of itself, with a clear goal. They must do this…. They have to fuck each other! The fate of so many are depending on it!!
Even so, he gives one last word of caution to the captain of the Canaries, his brows furrowed with purpose.
“Mithrun-san,” the two lock eyes, “please tell me if you’re ever in pain.”
“Alright,” he answers simply.
Using the lube Mithrun had produced earlier makes the penetration go smoother than Laios expected it might. He grunts as the tip of his cock slides into the elf.
It’s unlike anything Laios had ever felt before.
The tightness and pressure are overwhelming. It takes a while for Mithrun to fully inch himself down the length of Laios’s well-endowed member. He hears the breath of the silver-haired man hitch as he fully seats himself down onto him. Laios can feel his muscles tighten around his cock; his shoulders tighten, and he has to grip the sheets to ground himself.
Relaxing as best he can, he lowers his back onto the mattress. Mithrun is breathing heavily, his head down as he steadies himself with his hands on Laios’s stomach.
Worried he might be hurt, Laios forces himself to speak, “are you alright…?” he pants, one opened eye on the captain.
“Y-yes…” his voice is strained and comes out a bit gruffer than usual.
He keeps the same position Laios for a bit, acclimating himself to the girth inside of him. Though he is mostly silent, save for a few labored breaths, Laios can tell Mithrun is struggling. He’s not sure how it feels to have a penis inside of him, but it looks like it hurts. Through the spreading fog in his brain, Laios absentmindedly moves his hand toward the other man’s groin.
“Hng!” a strangled sound escapes Mithrun’s throat when Laios takes his dick in three of his fingers. He remembers how good it felt when it was done for him and hopes he might be able to make his companion feel the same way.
Laios is surprised at the high-pitched noises coming from the stoic man who barely even expressed when he was in pain. After a few strokes, Mithrun puts his hand over Laios’s.
“Nnh..! Enough…,” he gasps in between pumps, “I’ll start moving now....”
Laios nods and removes his hand back to the bed.
Steeling himself once again, Mithrun gets into position and slowly lifts his ass. Laios can see the clear, slick substance Mithrun made covering his dick. Soon he starts a steady rhythm and takes his time moving up and down. It’s still tight enough that Laios feels as though his cock might snap off, but every motion makes pleasure radiate through his body.
A sheen of perspiration shines on their flushed skin, their bodies emitting heat as Mithrun uses his thighs to push himself, pressing his hands into the sides of Laios’s hips. While not making the same sounds as before, his breathing betrays that he’s beginning to feel something more than discomfort.
“Hnn, ah…” his voice comes out tight, but not pained.
Laios’s thoughts narrow down only to the feeling in his dick and the man riding it. His head falls back as he loses himself in the sensations enveloping him. Opening a clenched eye to check on his partner, Laios catches sight of a bulge in his stomach that moves along with the movement.
Is that my…?
Seeing how the bump stays in the place where his tip would be no matter how many times Mithrun lifts his ass confirms it was his dick. He’s a bit worried about the possibility he might cause an injury, but something about it stirs something else in him. And Mithrun seemed to be taking it well, so he lets things continue without saying anything about it.
Now the only problem is his speed.
He’s going at a relatively satisfying pace, but it’s slow enough that it feels like torture. A few times, Laios’s hips involuntarily jerk upward, causing Mithrun to bounce and land on him with more force.
This only spurs him on. Until he can’t take it anymore.
Without thinking, Laios releases his grip on the sheets to grab Mithrun’s waist instead.
“?” Mithrun almost starts to speak, but Laios thrusts his cock upward as he pulls the elf down, barely giving him time to register what happened.
Sparks explode in Laios’s head, and it’s like a switch was flipped. Now unable to stop himself, all he can think about is magnifying the intense pleasure he feels.
“Gh—! Mithrun-san!”
Mithrun’s eye widens in surprise. Choked noises leave his throat, turning into high-pitched moans as the almost violent thrusts wrack his body. The strength of the movement would have led to him falling backwards if Laios’s tight grip wasn’t holding him in place.
“Ah- ahh-!” Mithrun is no longer able to say anything coherent. His eye rolls up into his head as he’s overwhelmed by the larger man’s ferocity. His own dick bobs up and down with the jostling force, dribbling precum.
All that can be heard now is their intertwined moans and the wild squelching sounds of Laios’s cock slamming into Mithrun’s ass. Mithrun cries out, his eyebrows pull together in pleasure.
Mithrun’s whole body trembles when he comes. It spills out in white ribbons onto Laios’s abdomen, and he squeezes into Laios’s skin with the tips of his fingers. Laios notices when he hears the weak mewling above him. But he isn’t done yet.
“Mithrun-san,” he groans, “I’m sorry, just a little more…!”
Tightening his grip, Laios continues his assault, moving his hands to grab the elf’s ass instead. Mithrun’s back arches when Laios’s cock bears down on his prostate.
“Hoh, ohugh, huhg!” Mithrun’s cries become even more distorted as Laios works his into him. Tears involuntarily drip from his eyes from the overstimulation. Laios can’t help but find him cute, but he’s too enraptured to really dwell on it.
It feels like he’s been waiting for this for so long, but he didn’t even realize it until now. He feels like he might never be able to stop at this point. It’s just too good! Mithrun grabs at Laios’s hands as if he’s trying to escape, but he’s almost there, he can feel the orgasm building in his lower half. He keeps up his piston-like motion until—
“Ghkg, L-laios, aggh!!” Mithrun gasps, gripping the other’s arms for dear life.
That gets his attention; in a split second he realizes it might have been the first time the captain had called his name this whole time they were together. As if on cue, he feels something constrict and finally comes, throwing his head back with a drawn-out moan that was almost like a whine. Mithrun clenches his teeth when Laios throws hips upwards one last time as he spills into him.
When he’s finished pumping his load, Laios’s hips fall back onto the bed in bleary satisfaction. Finally released from his iron grip, Mithrun collapses, unable to keep himself up on his own.
Mithrun lies with his cheek against Laios’s chest, breathing in shuddering breaths and drooling onto his collarbone. Laios doesn’t mind, though. They are both already covered in numerous other fluids. The smaller man isn’t very heavy, in fact, Laios feels as though his weight is rather comfortable against him. He looks up at the ceiling, breathing deeply. As the fog clears from his brain, he once again is hit with the realization that he just had sex. He lifts an arm over his face to cover his eyes in private embarrassment.
Well…that just happened….
How did it even turn out like this?
Sure, the room had forced them into it, but what on earth would lead to something like it appearing in the first place? Laios thinks back to what Mithrun said about never hearing of it occurring in another dungeon. Now that he’s been…alleviated…he feels like he can think a bit more clearly.
Going back to the other things Mithrun has said to him regarding how the dungeon works, he connects various tidbits in his brain until he remembers one particular thing.
Something finally clicks and his eyes snap open.
Laios remembers that he had been practically aching for a chance to relieve himself. Of course, it never felt like the right time with Marcille, Chilchuck, Senshi and then Izutsumi always around him. Not to mention how disrespectful it would feel to pleasure himself while on a mission to save his sister. Mithrun had spoken at one point about the dungeon responding to the desires of those who traverse through it. So, what if….
He turns his head to the man who lay panting on his chest. A small feeling of guilt begins to creep into his shoulders, the one that often comes after one has spent time getting themselves off. Laios is still inside of him; his handprints are still visible on Mithrun’s pale skin. He carefully eases them into a sitting position, being careful not to drop the weary elf. He removes himself from inside of Mithrun and rests him onto the bed, wincing when globs of semen spill onto the bed but he’s just happy there’s no red mixed into it.
“Phew, we could use a bath,” he says as he observes Mithrun’s body and looks down at himself, also covered in cum.
Just then, a sudden rumbling makes him snap his attention behind him. A slab of rock lifts itself upwards in a grating hum, disappearing into the ceiling.
Laios almost can’t believe his eyes, but still, they sparkle with hope. At last, a path outside has opened! It looks like the command written on the plaque was truthful after all.
Inching his way toward the hole in the wall, the sound of rushing water can be heard as he approaches. Poking his head out reveals a bright green brush of foliage beyond the room. It was vaguely similar to the area his party had previously encountered dryads in. He feels apprehensive because he was sure the dungeon had just responded to another one of his wishes, but he’ll take it.
Though there are probably monsters up ahead, they can’t risk spending much more time in that room lest they end up trapped again because of some other desire Laios had been trying to ignore.
When he makes his way back to his companion, he sees he has an eye open.
“Mithrun-san, you’re awake!” Laios can’t help feeling glad.
“Did the room open?” he sounded very weak and unlike himself,
“Yes, it sounds like there’s a stream, too,” he starts to feel a bit awkward now that Mithrun is awake. His eyes move to the pile of clothing strewn around the room and busies himself with picking them up.
“Can you move?” Laios asks as he tries to figure out the best way to carry everything.
Mithrun sighs and forces himself into an upright position, “ugh, yeah….”
It’s clear he’s struggling, so Laios walks over to the side of the bed where Mithrun is closest and kneels in front of him.
“Here, grab onto me.”
Mithrun obeys without much resistance, allowing Laios to lift him onto his back. Laios hands Mithrun the pieces that make up his ensemble to hold in front of him while he’s being carried. Laios silently hopes this can begin to make up for what he ended up putting this man through.
“Come on, Mithrun-san,” he grunts under the weight of his armor in his arms and on his back, “let’s go get cleaned up.”
“Okay.”
Laios hears the rumble of an empty stomach behind him and cracks a smile, “and then we’ll find something to eat!”