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Neteyam drags his feet as he makes his way up along the woven trail. A slight breeze brushes past the young warrior as he steps closer to his marui; the one he shares with his mate - Ao’nung.
Many years have passed since the war - one which had taken dozens of lives of their people - now, the Metkayina live in peace with foreigners staying among them. Becoming one with them.
And with the new development, the young and in love teens were able to slowly develop their relationship. Though it took many months of constant convincing, conflicts, and conversations coming from both sides of the families - Neteyam and Ao’nung were finally granted their wish to become mates, their souls intertwined for the rest of their lives.
Adulthood soon reached them and with it - so did their responsibilities. Neteyam was eager to help out the clan - feeling guilty for his family’s major involvement in the war, he sought out training the young generation as a decent load to take on in the road to recovery.
The children - while in their pre teen era - were rowdy and loud, yet, still manageable. Neteyam was able to help them in ways to fix their behaviors and distractions while also helping with their sparing and underwater skills.
It wasn’t until their teens years did the warrior begin facing serious trouble with their manners and attitudes. Now in his early mid twenties, Neteyam had enough time to completely grow out of his angsty and hormonal phase.
Neteyam knew as a teen he wasn’t the hardest to control, he quite an easy child to keep in line - his dreams of becoming the next clan leader helped with this.
Though, they’d never admit it; the parents of his lover, Ao’nung, had a considerably more difficult time with their only son. Ao’nung was slightly similar to the teens Neteyam had trained. But even as a teen he wasn’t as unbehaved and unmannered as these new teens.
Everything had come to a head today; many parents of the children were off the island to work with the neighboring clans. They were more disruptive and less caring of the elder’s teachings. Neteyam was unable to tolerate the disrespect and disobedience coming from the soon to be warriors of the clan. The young Na’vi had to apply a very strict and disciplined training session to the teens.
The teachings lasted from the early sunrise to dawn; yet, to all the teens - and even Neteyam himself - it felt like centuries. The exercises were never ending, the sparing was rigorous and left many with bruises and scabs. By the end of it; the teens were too exhausted to complain - and after deciding they’ve learned their lessons, Neteyam let them rest before freeing them from his grasp.
Now, stepping into his marui can the warrior breath. Rustling can be heard behind the man as he closes the doorway. Turning back to see Ao’nung sitting up right with a faint smile on his face.
“Ma’Neteyam.” The expression quickly turns to concern as Neteyam plops down next to the heir - spotting the dark bruises and cuts littering the older Na’vi’s body. “What happened to you? It looks as though you were the trainee and not the trainer.”
Neteyam stifles a laugh as he allows Ao’nung to coddle him; dragging the darkskin Na’vi into his open embrace. “I am fine, truly. I just needed to lead by example today more than most.” The other only hums as a response. Digging back into the wooden bowl beside the pair.
It’s filled with different types of small sweet fruits, a go to snack for the younger for as long as Neteyam’s known him. Constantly munching on the various types of fruits no matter the season or time of day.
The natural sweeteners inside of the fruits in turn cause Ao’nung to taste sweet himself. As Neteyam found out when they mated under the eyes of Eywa. His lover’s light crunching of the fruits pulls the warrior from his mind.
Suddenly, feeling an erotic urge bubble in his stomach, Neteyam twists himself around in Ao’nung’s soft embrace. Gently breathing in the heir’s scent as he realizes how spread his lover’s legs have to be to fully encase Neteyam’s strong figure.
“Ao’nung, please…” The elder pleads, gripping the heir’s hips before leaving chaste kisses along his paler neck and chest. The urge to consume his mate’s sweetness increases as Ao’nung drags his hands along Neteyam’s back. “Please..”
“Aw, poor baby. What’s wrong, hm?” The younger drawls out, massaging the tight knots in his lover’s back - still unaware of Neteyam’s motives behind the begging. “What do you need? Want me to run a bath for you?”
“No…” Neteyam mumbles, loosening his grip on the heir’s waist and dropping down to meet eye level with his lover’s clothed cunt. Ao’nung was wearing a thin purple loincloth - one he designed with extra thin material to feel as though he was sleeping nude.
The thinness caused the heir’s arousal to show through a developing wet spot as the warrior stared for longer. It was difficult for Neteyam to hold back from licking his mate in and out; so he didn’t, hesitating for a moment before immediately diving down.
Ao’nung gasps out in shock as Neteyam begins to lap at the younger’s covered cunt, seemingly not minding the obvious obstruction in his path. The warrior groans as he feels his mate’s scent surround his nostrils, spreading Ao’nung’s purple lips and digging his tongue above the fabric covering his hole.
The heir’s moans at the gesture, allowing himself to fall completely back onto the mat as Neteyam soaks his panties with spit and precome. The warrior latches onto Ao’nung’s clit, suctioning the nerved ball into his mouth at a quick pace.
The younger belts out a high moan, feeling liquids drip from his sopping slit - slipping through his soaked panties and drenching the mat beneath him. Ao’nung places a hand onto his mate's head, feeling Neteyam reciprocate the action by resting his onto his inner thighs and sucking hard .
Ao’nung screams out the warrior’s name as he feels rushes of arousal flood through his body, Groaning as Neteyam, only stops to rip off the heir’s underwear and diving back in with no obstacles.
“Neteyam!” The younger coughs out, feeling tears gather in his waterline as overstimulation rears over its head. “C-Calm down!” All Neteyam can do is groan as he hears the desperation running through his mate’s voice.
“Ao’nung. I need this, right now.” The elder states, breathless as he goes to mark up purple and burgundy marks onto the heir’s inner thighs. Biting harshly at the plump flesh - enough to bring the sensitive Metkayina Na’vi to his second release.
“Aw, Ma’Nung.” Neteyam coos as he watches the tears fall from his mate’s eyes, lifting himself - and his queue - back up to the younger. “Such pretty crier, you are.” Ao’nung whines weakly, hips thrusting up as he feels the elder grab his own queue.
“Please…” The heir pleads, nuzzling into the warrior’s neck as Neteyams connects the pair of queues. A rush of light and pure pleasure rushed through the two Na’vi. Their arousal only intensifies and builds - Ao’nung throws his head back, tears streaming down his cheeks as he squirts out a thick stream of liquid, coming for a third time.
“I can’t, I-I really can’t…” The younger mutter as Neteyam drifts back down to his mate’s puffy pussy. Using his three fingered hand, the elder spreads the dripping purple lips before laving at his mate’s cunt.
Dragging his tough against Ao’nung’s clit and inside his sweet walls, Neteyam moans. Allowing the sweetness to drown his face as he sucks the next orgasm out of his mate. Once again the heir sprays out his liquid but it doesn’t slow down the warrior - said warrior licking up all the excess come off Ao’nung thighs.
Latching his mouth once more to his mate’s cunt and shoving his tongue deep in, effectively cleaning Ao’nung out. “Neteyam!” The heir chokes out as the warrior finally detaches himself from Ao’nung leaking slit. The elder drags his hands back down to his lover’s thighs before squeezing the pale flesh, watching fat gather around his fingers.
Ao’nung squirms weakly in Neteyam’s hold, feeling his mate’s hands loosen their grip. The heir shudders, feeling his cunt twitch as Neteyam gently rests his legs back onto the dirtied mat.
The younger coughs as he wipes away a few stray tears still running down his cheeks. His vision is still blurry as he hears Neteyam rummaging around their marui before slowly looping his strong arms around Ao’nung’s waist.
“Let’s get you onto a clean bed, baby.” Ao’nung can’t do anything but nod and whimper as Neteyam lifts him off the soaking wet mat beneath him. The heir tightens his arms around the elder’s neck, feeling a sudden coldness as his feelings of overstimulation disappear.
Neteyams lays the younger onto the clean mat, cooing as Ao’nung quietly whines about his sensitivity. The warrior dips a rag into the shallow pail of water, twisting the cloth to squeeze out any excess liquid.
With the soaked rag, Neteyam softly runs it along the heir’s lower torso and inner thighs - though, not needing to wipe much off due to his own insistence on using his mouth to do most of the cleaning.
Ao’nung squirms with every touch, letting out hitched breaths as Neteyam drifts the rag to his still sensitive pussy. Holding back a moan while the warrior runs the cloth in between the heir’s puffy slit - actively feeling himself create more pre-come in the process. “It will help with the swelling.”
“Shut up, ‘Teyam.” Is all Ao’nung utters as Neteyam chuckles, dropping the rag back into the bucket and allowing himself to be dragged down by the taller Na’vi. The younger mumbles a small “I love you” as he starts to scents the warrior.
Ao’nung gently begins nuzzling his nose and chin against the elder’s forehead, leaving behind a deep sea-ridden, sweet scent. Neteyam purrs at the touch, feeling his mate’s admiration through the tsaheylu as the two slowly drift away into a dark - but loving - slumber.