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"What do you mean, 'we're stuck'," Roche growled.
Iorveth sucked in a breath through his teeth at the way Roche was shifting impatiently in his lap, but mustered enough annoyance to respond. "Is it really— that difficult a concept?"
“Yhh—” Roche started, clenching down on Iorveth in a way that had him gritting his teeth to keep from moaning, but Roche mastered himself and growled “Yes! Yes, it is!”
“I thought you’d done this before,” Iorveth said, more than a little surprised and doing his best to hide it. Roche had certainly seemed familiar with getting fucked.
“I have, you condescending jackass,” Roche said, teeth bared.
“Then why are you squirming like a thirty-year-old virgin in their first tie?” Iorveth snapped, truly irritated now. He’d been a little surprised when Roche had insisted on Iorveth coming inside him, but he had insisted—enthusiastically so after Iorveth's first question, in fact, by dint of shoving himself down onto Iorveth and not letting up—and getting mad about it afterwards was just plain rude.
"Their first what," Roche asked, and Iorveth blinked at him.
"Are you growing hard of hearing, Roche?" Iorveth asked in mild disbelief. "Their first tie. The part of sex where orgasming fully inside of someone locks you together for a good fifteen minutes."
"What the fuck," Roche said, staring down at Iorveth. "What the actual fuck are you— sweet fucking Melitele, you're serious. Iorveth, humans don’t—”
“Dh’oine don’t,” Iorveth said with a sneer, even though this was news to him as of about three seconds ago. "Aen Seidhe, on the other hand—"
"Knot like fucking dogs," Roche growled.
“Coming from you, I have to wonder if I should consider that a compliment,” Iorveth said, as haughtily as he could under the circumstances—mid-coitus was never really his best. “Not to mention it's your ass, how you didn't notice—” He had to stop, overcome, as Roche snarled down at him again.
“Because I'm sure your situational awareness is in peak condition during orgasm," Roche snapped breathlessly. "How are you this—”
Even though Iorveth wasn’t entirely sure what Roche meant, the answer was really the same, and he smirked up at Roche and said, “It’s a gift.”
Roche laughed at that, sharp and unexpected, and oh the snarling had been one thing but this was entirely another. Iorveth really was not at fault for grinding up into the soft clutch of Roche’s body just a little as he felt another pulse from his cock, one that he knew heralded another spurt of come. Roche’s stupid curly hair was sticking to his forehead in long sweaty strands, he was flushing blotchily up and down his entire scrawny, tattoo-covered body, and if Iorveth didn't murder the dh’oine he was going to become stupidly fond out of sheer self-defense.
Roche stopped laughing at the jerk of Iorveth’s hips and panted for a minute, and Iorveth took several deep breaths as well. It had been a— very, very long time since he’d fucked someone like this, and he would be lying if he said it wasn’t… affecting. He—gods help him, he was having a difficult time truly thinking badly of Roche for this; he knew full well how much taking a knot for the first time was, even when you were expecting it. He could still remember his first tie with Isengrim—he’d nearly cried, overcome by the feel of it, of Isengrim so impossibly large inside of him.
Of course, then Roche started shifting again and Iorveth had to grab his hips to keep him from just yanking himself off of Iorveth’s knot.
"If you try to pull off I will stab you," Iorveth snarled, all his charitable thoughts vanishing.
Roche made an angry spluttering noise. “If you think I’m going to just sit here for that long—!”
Iorveth growled. “I should have known you were too neurotic for afterglow.”
“I’m not neurotic,” Roche protested, “I just don’t want to be stuck here not doing anything for that long!”
“Neurotic,” Iorveth said dismissively. “Nevertheless, Vernon, unless you want to cause us both significant amounts of pain, you’re going to be staying right there until my knot goes down.”
"It's not as if this is particularly comfortable for me as it is," Roche growled.
"There's a difference between discomfort and pain and I'm not about to inflict the latter on us to help you escape the former!" Iorveth snapped. "Or do you regularly pull fist-sized objects out of your rectum? Possibly you do, I'm fairly sure you've got your head fitted snugly up there right now—"
"You—" Roche rasped out, eyes going wide as he looked down at his own, oddly (to Iorveth's eye) fuzzy, navel.
Iorveth followed his gaze down, noting with startlement that, true to Roche's earlier assertions, his cock had no sign of a knot whatsoever. In fact, it had already gone soft again.
"How are you so prolific?" Iorveth asked, a little disgusted. All of the effort that it took for Aen Seidhe to reproduce and dh'oine were apparently just—done within five minutes and still had a birthrate reminiscent of rabbits.
"I’ll have you know I have a grand total of zero children myself," Roche said hoarsely, shifting again, leaning backwards and sitting more firmly on Iorveth's pelvis.
"Again with the squirming—" Iorveth started, only to cut himself off as he noticed—oh.
Roche, still looking down, took a sharp breath. "You— Iorveth, fuck, is that your fucking—"
Roche pressed his hand to the small outward curve of his stomach, and Iorveth moaned and ground upwards, another pulse of come leaving him, because that was his cock, visible between Roche's hips, and Roche had his hand right up against it.
"You— fucking Melitele, you oversized bastard," Roche spluttered, pressing down harder on his stomach—and, by extension, Iorveth's cock.
Iorveth nearly moaned again, but he gathered enough fragments of coherent thought to gasp, "You're the one whose fucking vertebrae I can count—"
"Why the hell does everybody have a problem with my weight," Roche growled.
"Because, Vernon, you're so skinny that we can see me in you," Iorveth drawled, and, somewhat to his surprise, Roche shuddered, clenching down on Iorveth in a way that made him shudder in return, and made an appealing little bitten-off noise.
Oh, I can work with that.
"Do you like that?" Iorveth asked, sugary-sweet. "Having my cock filling you so good, so deep that we can see it in you?"
Iorveth put a hand against Roche's chest, pushing him a little further backwards, watching as the bulge of Iorveth's cock in his guts became more pronounced.
"I—Iorveth," Roche stuttered, glancing rapidly between his navel and Iorveth's face.
"I think you look good on me," Iorveth purred, gleeful at how rapidly Roche was descending into speechless arousal.
That sentence got some outraged spluttering, but Roche didn't try to murder Iorveth, which was as good as an invitation in his books.
"Just look at you," Iorveth continued, rolling his hips as much as he was able and watching the swell of Roche's stomach shift just enough to notice. Fuck, that was actually— it was a lot, actually, and he tried not to let his eye roll back in his head as his cock pulsed again. "You," he took a breath, "You can barely even fit me in that skinny little frame of yours, but you wanted it so much that you made it work anyway. You didn't know about my knot, but you would have been just as greedy for it if you had, hm?"
"Because I've just been— so excited— about being stuck together for a quarter hour," Roche snapped, but the statement really lost something when tempered with his wild-eyed expression.
"Ah, you said you didn't want to sit here not doing anything for that long," Iorveth said, levering himself upwards. "I'm sure I can come up with something to occupy your time." He snaked his hand into Roche's hair and savored the glazed look that spread across the dh'oine's face as Iorveth closed his fist and pulled.
Roche moaned, gratifyingly loud, and Iorveth smirked and sat the rest of the way up, groping around for the pillow they'd knocked aside during their earlier exertions—sitting up like this wasn’t terribly comfortable for either of them. Ignorance did explain why Roche hadn’t asked to switch positions before Iorveth had popped, but given Iorveth’s new plans he didn’t want to try to turn Roche around either.
Roche hissed as Iorveth had to lean even further forwards, undoubtedly at the feeling of Iorveth’s knot shifting down and threatening at his rim. Iorveth kissed the rounded shell of Roche’s ear in apology as he finally got hold of the pillow and stuffed it under himself to use as a prop. Much better—he could reach Roche's hair from here, but his hips were flat enough that they weren't in danger of decoupling.
“And that is why you're stuck with me for the next fifteen minutes,” Iorveth murmured into Roche's ear, making use of that grip in Roche's curls. “Now, where were we?”
He reclined and trailed a hand down Roche’s front, pinching one of Roche’s pretty brown nipples on the way. Roche made a strangled noise and clenched around Iorveth again, and Iorveth had to pant a little at another pulse from his cock.
"There we go," Iorveth said, when he'd caught his breath. "You wanted more, didn't you? That's why you just couldn't stop wiggling, even though you're so full of me that your guts had to move to make room." He punctuated the statement by pressing down on Roche's navel, right where his own cock was, until he could feel the press of his hand.
"Nnngh," Roche groaned, trying and failing to glare at Iorveth.
"Don't worry, Vernon," Iorveth crooned, "I won't leave you wanting."
Iorveth pulled Roche forward again, into a deep kiss. It was really quite flattering, how quickly Roche was losing coherency; Roche had previously been giving as good as he got when they were kissing, but right now he only put up a halfhearted attempt at meeting Iorveth with equal ferocity before he caved, letting Iorveth nip at his lip and lick into his mouth, over his odd pointed teeth and across his tongue. He wasn't limp, which would have been cause for concern, but he was just letting Iorveth guide what they were doing, a fascinating and really quite attractive surprise.
Iorveth pressed into Roche's stomach again, rubbing his hand up and down the length of his cock. He could only really feel it near the head or down by his knot, and less than he had with Roche leaning back, but it had the desired effect all the same—Roche moaned into his mouth and grabbed at his shoulders, digging his short nails in for a moment before letting up.
"Feel that?" Iorveth asked. "Feel me there inside you, my cock, my knot? You wanted it so badly, and you're going to get it, until you're so full of me you'll be feeling it for a week."
Roche made a little whimpering noise, but scraped himself together long enough to gasp, "Could— get that result— by pulling out."
"Mmm," Iorveth hummed, biting at Roche's earlobe. "I like a challenge. And you, Roche, have always been that."
Roche grunted, wordless, and Iorveth let his hand drop to Roche's cock, gently fondling the soft skin, memorizing the feel of it under his hand. It was unusual to not feel the looser skin at the base that would be present on any Aen Seidhe, to run into a rather greater presence of hair at Roche’s crotch and pelvis than he would expect, but it certainly wasn’t bad. The touch sent Roche squirming again, but Iorveth just ground up into it, riding out another pulse. This was already more than he could remember coming in… quite some time, but—also, again by no means unpleasant.
“You’re going to be dripping by the time I’m finished with you,” Iorveth growled, putting thought to word. “But you’ll love it, won’t you? You wanted my come so badly that you slammed yourself down onto my knot in the first place, you won't mind that you're getting more than you bargained for."
Roche stuttered out a noise that was mostly full of consonants, and Iorveth pushed him back until the swell of his stomach around Iorveth’s cock was visible again, moving his hips in the little space allowed to him and watching Roche watch the shape inside him move, hands twitching like he wanted to grab on to something.
“Feel that?” Iorveth asked, as another pulse went through him. “Feel how deep I am, just how much of you is mine now—”
Iorveth moaned as Roche clenched down and whined, high and pitiful.
Learning all kinds of things today, Iorveth thought, a little dizzily. Fuck.
It was going to take him a moment to recover from that, so he reached for Roche again, running his hands along Roche’s flushing skin until he squeaked and grabbed at Iorveth’s thighs, tightening around Iorveth again.
“It’s so easy to tell what you like, Roche,” Iorveth said, a little hoarse. “Fuck, you’re so tight around me that I can feel you breathing, much less the way you tighten up on my knot when you want more of what I’m giving you— like you’re trying to wring everything you can get out of me. You just want to be mine, hm? Stuffed full of me and dripping with my come and it's still not quite enough—"
The garbled noise Roche made sounded quite a lot like agreement, and his cock twitched noticeably under Iorveth's hand as he tightened up again. Iorveth couldn't quite help a smirk.
He continued in that vein for quite some time, spilling filth into Roche's ears, finding new spots on his body that made him moan or whimper or sigh and delighting in his every quivering response. He found himself watching the flush that had never quite faded spread across Roche's torso, lending a bright red background to his terrible tattoos, and was horribly charmed as the blush crept up Roche's face and ears—and as it crept downward into his leaking cock.
"Now then, what shall we do with this?" Iorveth asked finally, holding Roche's renewed erection in his hand.
Roche glanced down and his eyes widened. Iorveth made to start jacking Roche off, but he caught Iorveth's wrist.
Iorveth looked at him in confusion.
"Fucking— y'said fif—fifteen minutes," Roche managed eventually, blowing like an overexerted horse.
It took Iorveth a few moments to realize what Roche meant, and he scoffed when he did. "Really, Roche? It's an estimate. And do you really want to stop this now? What, did you have somewhere to be?"
"If, if your estimates are off by—by this much, usually, I don't know how I failed to—beat your ass every single time we've fought," Roche ground out. "'M not— fucking twenty anymore, I don't—it's been at least half an hour, you smug—"
Iorveth spluttered. "What?"
"Maybe even forty minutes," Roche said, unrepentant.
"Roche, I haven't—"
Roche opened his mouth, expression skeptical, and Iorveth rather clumsily put a hand to it.
"It usually is fifteen," Iorveth said. "I really, I'm not sure why—"
"If we're going to be stuck for Melitele knows how long," Roche growled from behind Iorveth's fingers.
"I'm not particularly enamored of being permanently attached to your ass either, Roche, as enjoyable as this has— been..."
Roche squinted down at him, and Iorveth momentarily mourned the loss of the lovely wide-eyed look he'd been sporting for the last—fuck, last half hour.
"I might—" Iorveth said, thinking back to all of his previous encounters, and how long they'd lasted. "This might be you."
"Fucking what—"
"Not— fuck, Roche, you've been squirming around on my cock for the entire time," Iorveth snapped. "Usually I don’t start a second round while I’m still in the middle of the first one! I think us continuing to have sex might be why my knot hasn’t gone down yet, not that you specifically have anything to do with it.”
“Oh,” Roche grunted, still half-scowling.
Iorveth sighed. "Impossible."
"I'm impossible—" Roche started, and Iorveth caught a curl between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a tug. Roche's cock twitched, and he stopped mid-sentence.
"Yes," Iorveth said with exasperation. "You are. Are you going to keep arguing, or would you like to come?"
"I have hands of my own," Roche said, and Iorveth pulled at the lock of hair again.
"I suppose I'll take that as my answer," Iorveth sighed, and took his hand off of Roche's cock. "You might as well get to it, then."
Roche looked at him, clearly startled. Iorveth made a sweeping gesture. "Don't tell me you don't know what to do," he said.
Roche, looking as though he wasn't quite sure he was allowed, took his own cock in hand and slowly began to stroke it.
"There you go, I knew you could figure it out," Iorveth said, and caught a few more locks of hair to pull when Roche started to open his mouth.
Whatever Roche had been planning to say broke off into a groan, and he started moving his hand in earnest. Iorveth smiled and reached out to play with one of Roche’s nipples, earning himself a startled hiss and Roche clenching down on him again.
It didn’t take too long before Roche was nearly keening, shivering as Iorveth stroked and petted and pinched at him, clenching down sporadically on Iorveth’s knot.
“Do you need a little more?” Iorveth crooned. “I think you do.”
Doing this to another Aen Seidhe without an explicit invitation would be a near-certain way to get slapped, but Iorveth had just seen how much Roche enjoyed being pushed around.
And I probably wouldn’t mind anyway, Iorveth thought as he let his hand fall to the swell of his cock inside Roche, then lower, following the line of dark hair on Roche’s belly, until he was right over where his knot was, hot and still hard inside Roche. Iorveth pressed, digging his hand into the soft skin, searching for—
Roche flinched, a whole-body motion that nearly threw him off balance, and Iorveth groaned a little at another pulse of come.
“There it is,” Iorveth said. “You can take it, Vernon, can’t you? Your sweet spot, right between my hand and my knot—you’re trapped, but you like it.”
Roche whimpered, speeding the strokes of his hand on his cock as Iorveth kept pressing toward his prostate, refusing to give him any time to adjust.
“Next time I’ll take my time about it, open you up so far that I can fuck you with my knot popped, hm? You would love that, wouldn’t you, feeling me stretch you out, seeing me fuck you, getting to watch my cock move in and out of your gut—my knot would be rubbing up against you the whole time, no need for my hand—”
Roche moaned, loud and desperate, and Iorveth pressed in just a little harder, and Roche flinched again and came, shivering as the white strands of his come landed on Iorveth’s chest.
Iorveth let up on the pressure, but only a little, continuing to rock up against Roche’s prostate and grind up into him until he batted weakly at Iorveth’s hand. Iorveth did let up, then, resting his hands on Roche’s bladelike hips. Roche blinked down at him, eyes wide and expression soft, and Iorveth couldn’t resist the urge to lean up and kiss him.
“Had enough?” Iorveth asked when he pulled back. Roche nodded heavily, swaying as he did so. Iorveth braced him for a moment when it looked like he might not be able to keep his balance.
“Let’s make sure you don’t just fall over,” Iorveth said, and they managed, eventually, to get Roche turned around so that he could lie against Iorveth without pulling on Iorveth’s knot. It involved a fair bit of stifled groaning on Iorveth’s part, but he preferred that to trying to keep Roche upright for the next… however long it took.
When they’d finally achieved the position switch, Roche sighed and almost melted back into Iorveth’s chest, a stark contrast to how he’d been after his first orgasm.
Is that dh’oine in general? Just him? Or did I not wear him out enough the first time? Iorveth pondered. Questions I suppose I can answer when we do this again.
Iorveth wasn’t entirely sure when he’d decided this was going to be anything but a single encounter, but somehow he suspected it had been well before he’d even thought about fucking Roche. He’d known, when a single dh’oine had foiled one of his plans, that something was changing. Now, though, with Roche warm and limp against him, Iorveth couldn’t make himself mind.