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"Eskel?" You ask nervously. He looks up at you, setting his book aside on the bedside table.
"It's just- well, I haven't exactly... Told you everything. About myself," you stammer. He hums questioningly but settles his hands on your hips, rubbing soft circles into them. "I'm not- I mean, you know I'm a man, of course, and I know I look like one, but- gods this is hard. I don't even know if people like me are... a thing here..." you trail off, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes.
He calls your name softly, and this time, you hum in response. Gently, Eskel pries your hands away from your face and holds them in his own, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Do you trust me?"
"Of course I do."
"Then trust that whatever you need to say, it will be alright." He smiles, the same soft, patient one as always, and you feel the anxiety in your chest unraveling. You take a deep breath, allowing your trust for him to build as if in an echo chamber, and finally blurt out,
"I haven't got a cock."
Eskel stares at you a moment, silently, and you fidget under his gaze, nerves returning.
"I'm still- I mean, I'm not a woman, I just- I've got a woman's... In-instead of, y'know. But that's not- I'm not-" You're cut off by strong arms pulling you against his chest, and you curl into him, willing yourself to calm.
"I understand," Eskel says.
"You do?"
"Hm. Sometimes, the boys we'd have at Kaer Morhen wouldn't start out that way. Something about our mutagens seemed to change them, and most were happy to live as men."
"The ones that weren't?" you ask tentatively.
"Mm, they sort of just went the other way around, I suppose. Shaved more often, trained to raise their voices. We treated them with the same respect. It was sort of an unspoken rule growing up."
"So then, you don't mind..?" You glanced up at him, only to see him already smiling back at you.
"No, I don't mind. I... May have already known, anyway."
"What?!" You sit up, and only his enhanced reflexes keep him from being headbutted in the chin. "How did you- I was always careful, and I- you couldn't have seen!"
"I didn't," he soothes. "The, ah... The smell is different.”
"The smell?" You squeak, mortified.
"Of your arousal. It smells different, when it's ah, well. You know."
"Oh my gods..." you mumble. Your hands are back to covering your face, which you're certain is burning red. "I thought- you can actually smell how I feel? I thought it was exaggerated!" Eskel laughs softly at your embarrassment.
"We can smell certain emotions, especially if they're particularly strong. Nothing complex, just basic things. Pleased, distressed, and aroused are the three easiest. After that, it's like combining pigments to get a specific color, it gets harder to place. That isn't what I meant, though."
You frown, trying to understand what else Eskel could be talking about, until... "Oh, fucking hell, you can smell that? " If it were possible, your face feels even hotter under your hands. All this time... Eskel could smell your cunt , how wet you were, and you wondered if he liked what he smelled. Your embarrassment curls tightly alongside a rush of arousal in your belly and, glancing up at him, it doesn't go unnoticed.
"Do you like that idea?" He asks, leaning forward back into your space. He slips an arm around you, bracing a hand over your back, and flips you both over so that you're on your back beneath him. "That I can smell how much you want me?"
" Fuck ," you say, with feeling. "Fuck, yes, I do." He slips his hand under your shirt, rough fingertips pressing into your skin, and you push your body up into the meager contact.
"I smell it on you all the time, you know. And for the smallest things." He ducks his head, nipping at your neck as he speaks. "Things I didn't expect."
You whine softly, squirming beneath him. He nips you again, harder this time but not enough to bruise. You moan softly at the feeling.
"Just like that," he coos, and your thoughts get harder to follow. "So thick, I could almost taste it."
"Do you want to?" You ask before the thought fully forms. "Taste it?" Eskel stares at you and you wiggle your hips a bit, desperate for anything he'll give you.
"Fuck," he finally growls and sits back enough that his hands leave your waist to yank down your pants. A surprised yelp escapes you unbidden. You hear the seams creak, and perhaps one or two pop, but you can't be bothered to think about it when Eskel stares at you with dark eyes and a feral, desperate expression. He readjusts, situating himself between your legs, and you let them fall open easily to accommodate him. You hum in pleasure when he bites softly at your hip.
"Mark me," you say, already breathless despite barely having begun. "Please, anywhere. I don't care how." You've barely finished your request when Eskel bites into the soft flesh just above your hip bone and you jerk with a stuttered moan. This time, the bruise is already forming when he releases you and you stare at it for a moment, brushing your fingers over the mark softly.
"Was that too much?" He asks cautiously, and you force yourself to look away from the bite and at his worried face, staring a moment as your brain catches up.
"Eskel, if you don't touch me right the hell now, I think I'll actually cry," you tell him simply, and he grins back. His hands slip over your body, calluses catching slightly on your skin, and he kisses his way down until his face rests against your cunt. Your hips jerk and you whimper at the proximity, but Eskel simply pauses to take a deep breath. You hear a soft rumbling sound that you aren't sure he realizes he's making.
Reaching down, you card your fingers through his hair and as you do, he finally, finally takes you into his mouth. You shout, fingers curling tightly in his hair as he sucks softly at your clit, big enough now to nearly amount to a small cocklet.
"Fuck, ah-!" You're cut off by another moan when he flattens his tongue, dragging it up from your soaking hole to your clit, and then does it again, humming against you when your thighs twitch and jerk around him. You cant your hips up, trying to grind against his face, but he holds you easily in place with broad hands on your hips, fingers pressed into the bite mark he left. The dull ache of it is equal parts grounding and arousing as he continues lapping at your pussy, making you writhe and moan.
He lifts your hips with one hand, adjusting the angle and you make a soft, confused noise until- oh , Eskel's tongue is inside you now and you feel like you can't breathe through the pleasure right up until his other hand comes around so that he can roll your little cock between two fingers.
"Eskel, fuck , don't stop! Please, I'm- nnng , I'm so close, please ," you whine desperately, rolling your hips what little you can to meet both his tongue as it fucks into you and his fingers as they jerk you off. When you finally come for the first time, it's whispering his name breathlessly. You know he hears you just as well as if you'd shouted it, and the thought makes you want to squirm.
He laps gently at you as you come down from your orgasm, only stopping when your whines edge into discomfort then crawls up until he's level with your face. You pull him into a deep kiss, unconcerned about tasting yourself there, and the hand not occupied with propping up his weight resumes roaming your body. You moan against his lips.
"So how was it?" You ask, panting. "Official review."
"You taste just as sweet as I expected," Eskel says with a smirk, and the line makes you giggle despite its cheesiness.
"Let me touch you, too," you whisper. "Please? I want to." You bring your own hands up to push at his shirt and he sits back to let you drag it over his shoulders and drop it to the floor to be found later. You lean up on your knees, exploring the newly exposed skin with your hands in a mirror of what he had been doing moments before, tracing your fingertips along his scars. You lean up to press a kiss to his cheek, and then another to his jaw, trailing down his neck and leaving your own soft nips across his pulse, slower than yours as you knew it would be. You wonder about leaving your own mark, knowing it'll be gone long before the night is over, and decide to try anyway, biting down and sucking at his throat.
When he moans, it’s with your name on his lips and his hands settle around your waist while your arms drape over his broad shoulders. Eskel pulls you forward and you go easily, straddling his lap again. When you're satisfied with your first mark, you continue your trail and bite down just slightly harder than you would anyone else where his neck curves into his shoulder. He makes a shocked noise, hips jerking suddenly into your own and you moan against his skin, grinding down on his still-clothed erection. He growls again and the sound goes straight to your core.
" Fuck me, " you whine, rolling your hips against his. "Please, Eskel, please, I need you." You pout up at him and he leans in to nip at your bottom lip.
"You beg so sweetly," he murmurs into your mouth. A shiver rolls through you. "Could never deny you anything." He crowds you back into the position you were in before, kissing you all the while as you fumble to undo his pants. The unfamiliar fastenings refuse to give, though, and you whine impatiently until he reaches down to bat your hands away and undo them himself. You hum happily into the kiss. He breaks it to shuffle the fabric down and off, adding to the growing pile on the floor. You stare for a moment and fuck, Eskel is huge and hard and perfect, and if you had more patience, you'd ask him to teach you how to suck him off, to show you all his favorite things. Instead, you reach down and grip him gently, stroking experimentally and feeling him shudder under your touch.
"I want this in me yesterday," you tell him, glancing up through your lashes, and his chuckle melts into another moan when you stroke him again, firmer this time.
"Relax," he says. "We'll get there, I promise. Lay back down." You grumble half-heartedly but comply and he rewards you with another scorching kiss. You're so distracted by his lips on yours and his cock resting against your hip that you don't notice him moving until he slips a finger into your messy cunt. A sound halfway between a squeak and a groan spills out of you and he smiles into your mouth.
"Fuck," you breathe. "More, c'mon, I can take it." He doesn't question it, simply slips in another and swallows down the resulting sound. When he begins curling his fingers inside you, Eskel moves so that he can kiss and lick at your neck again, only this time, he leaves behind a trail of dark bruises blooming over your skin and each new mark makes you moan louder. You nearly scream when his fingers find the perfect spot inside you and he bites down when he does, amplifying both sensations. Fucked out as you are already, your hands stay crossed at the wrist against the pillow under your head. Distantly, you hope the pose looks nice, but you're sure he's too busy to notice if it does.
Now that he's found that spot, he focuses on it, rubbing circles against your inner walls and making you groan and sigh. Your orgasm builds softly this time, crashing over you in waves that are no less satisfying than the last. That seems to be the signal he was waiting for since he pulls his fingers back. You whine at the feeling of your stretched-out cunt so empty, but it doesn't matter when his cock comes to replace them.
"Are you sure?" He asks, lining up carefully.
"Yes. Please, yes," you gasp, sliding your arms down to wrap around his shoulders and pull him into another kiss. "Fuck me."
And he does, sinking easily into you, the mess of two orgasms easing the way. With no pain at all, he slides into place until your bodies are flush. The stretch is perfect, leaving you breathless for a moment, and you can't help giggling a little hysterically because Eskel is there and he's inside you and it feels so good, so right , you wonder how you ever lived before this. How you could possibly continue afterward. Eskel's weight over your body, skin pressed against skin, exchanging breath as you both relax at the new sensation is all so overwhelming and you want to live in this moment forever.
Finally, after what could've been seconds or hours, you whisper, "I'm ready," and he rolls his hips carefully into you. You keen at the motion, and he groans roughly, and you're floating. He keeps pace for a while, clearly holding back, until you say, "Harder, please. I won't break." It's like a switch is flipped, and his pace nearly doubles until he's slamming into you, forcing a punched-out cry from your lungs every time. He leans down again- or maybe you lean up- and you're kissing, sloppy and hot and just as perfect as everything else. Each sound he makes is more delicious than the last and you drink them in, rolling your hips down to meet each thrust.
He breaks away without leaving your space or pausing his hips at all. "Fuck,” he pants, “I'm- ngh , I'm close." You hum in agreement, already nearing your third orgasm, and say,
"Then come for me."
And then you feel his hips stutter and he slams into once more, holding your body close. You feel a flood of warmth inside you and it sends you over the edge with him.
"Fuck, Esk," you say, voice cracking, clinging to him for dear life and you ride out both your orgasms. Panting, you melt back into the mattress and he follows suit, shifting so that he lays halfway on your chest. You feel him slide out of you and you squirm at the sensation, only to pause and reach down, swiping two fingers through his spend where it drips down your skin. He watches you, first with confusion and then with interest as you bring them up to your mouth and lick them clean.
He growls and you laugh delightedly as he drags you into a passionate embrace, kissing himself from your lips.
"Give me five minutes and we can go again."
You grin happily and settle in for a long, satisfying night.