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She can’t sleep. The room is too quiet without the soft noises of her companions. No Senshi snoring or Chilchuck swearing or even Izutsumi purring. Just her. Marcille thought she would appreciate finally being able to sleep alone but here she was. Another moment passed and she rolled out of the bed and grabbed her pillow. She slowly opened the door to Izutsumi’s room only to find the bed empty. Figures.
The mage closed the door and headed to Chilchuck’s room next. When the door creaked open, she heard a muffled noise before Izutsumi yelped. “Nope! Go back to your own room! I just want to sleep alone for once but I can’t get this damn cat off me.” Chilchuck was
trying
to get said cat off of him and failing. She was like liquid, slipping into all the places he wasn’t. Marcillle chewed the inside of her lip and shut the door. She actually wanted to get some sleep, not deal with whatever that was.
That left Laios and Senshi. She didn’t know Senshi well enough to consider sleeping in his bed and Laios.. Well, she trusted him to not do anything weird but.. It just felt wrong. Chilchuck and Senshi were more like father figures to her. Laios was very much not. She had never really examined how she felt about him and she didn’t want to start now.
But he was her best bet. They were good friends, it wouldn’t be that different from sleeping in the same camp together. And it wasn’t like they hadn’t shared a room before, when money was tight and it was just easier. But there had always been someone else there. Now it felt inappropriate in some way but she was so
tired
.
She paused at his door, listening, trying to pinpoint if he was awake. All she could hear was breathing, a bit louder than expected but Laios was like that when he was deep asleep. Slowly, she opened the door, praying it didn’t wake him.
Not that she needed to worry about that. He was very much still awake. His sleep shirt had been pulled up, tucked under his chin. His blanket and pants were kicked haphazardly to the end of the bed. And he was stroking himself. She froze, unsure of where to look or what to do. It made sense, that he would be doing that. They hadn’t had much alone time and he was a young man after all.
She watched as his whole body jerked suddenly, his back arching with a moan he tried to hide behind his arm. The sound was primal and erotic and went straight to her cunt. She made a strangled little noise as she clenched around nothing. She quickly covered her mouth, praying he hadn’t heard her.
But he had. He was frantically pulling his shirt down to cover his erection and trying to pull the blanket up all at once. “Shit! Marcille, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were there. Fuck.” His entire face was red and he was very much trying to hide himself. “I just haven’t done it in awhile and I was alone and-”
“I-its okay.” Her voice was shaky as she stepped into the room. He watched her from under a sliver in the blanket, eyes widening. “I just.. I can’t sleep and.. I should’ve knocked.” Her heart was so loud she could barely hear herself think. Especially when she looked down, seeing the faintest of movement under the blanket. He was still touching himself. Was it because she was there or because he was that turned on? He had seemed close when she interrupted.
“Marcille?” She moved slowly towards him, kneeling on the bed and grasping the corner of the blanket. He must be dreaming, right? Chilchuck is going to kill him.
Marcille
is going to kill him. She drops her pillow next to his and lays down on her back next to him and he scoots against the wall.
Neither moves, the room silent save for the periodic movement of skin on fabric and Laios’ breathing. “You don’t have to stop.” She finally breaks the agonizing quiet and Laios responds with a little noise of confusion. Marcille’s hand splays across her belly and she slowly slides it down, fingers finding the edge of her sleeping shorts. “I haven’t in a while, either.” Her fingers slip further and her eyes catch more movement. Laios rolls onto his back properly again and kicks the blanket off.
She tries not to look but she can’t help herself. He’s just there, naked and sweating and
throbbing
. She bites her lip and finally finds her clit. She tries to think of General Hareus as usual but it’s so hard. Where a svelte elf should be, all she sees is
him
. Laios is the opposite of everything she thought she was attracted to. He was tall and muscular and masculine. She could see the trail of hair leading from his belly button down to the patch of curly blondish pubic hair. The sounds he made were less moans and more growls and groans.
She couldn’t focus on anything but him. She gave up her inner fight and let herself watch him. Each upstroke brought a bead of precum with it which then fell onto his belly, pooling there. Each downstroke made him groan through grit teeth. He was trying to be quiet and he was failing. She twisted more to find his face. His eyes were tightly closed and his jaw was clenched tightly. Sweat beaded on his skin as his brows furrowed. It shouldn’t have been as enticing of a vision as it was.
He opened one eye, looking at her hesitantly. She held his gaze, her free hand coming up to slide her shirt above her breasts. His eyes flicked down, lingering for a moment, before he looked back at her face. “Marcille.” His voice was low with need and exertion. Again, the noise made her clench around nothing.
They watched enough for a moment before she looked back down, returning to watching him stroke himself. The hand between her thighs circled her clit in a steadily growing pace while she tweaked her nipple with the other. Laios’ strokes grew quicker and when she would look at him, he was always looking at her.
The tight feeling in her stomach was becoming too much. It was everything she could do not to crawl on top of him and let him take her properly. Their breathing, their movements were almost synced and she wasn’t sure how she was going to look at him in the morning. She was so close, the feeling threatening to snap her.
“Fuck.” Another growl, another sound that made her whine. “M’so close, Marcille.” His strokes are becoming uneven, his voice sounds broken. She nods her head in response, “Me too. Laios, please.” She’s not sure what she’s asking for but whatever it is, it does something for him.
She watches as spurt after spurt of cum splashes onto his chest and stomach. Her mouth fills with saliva, as if being presented with a meal. He’s swearing quietly to himself, chest heaving as he pants. He finally relaxes, squeezing out another drop before collapsing into the bed.
It’s the sleepy, satisfied look he gives her that finally finishes her. She bites into her lip, back contorting as the string finally snaps. She is a moaning, whimpering mess but she doesn’t even care. When she finally pulls her hand from her underwear, her fingers are sticky. Marcille holds her hand up, looking at it and Laios makes a little noise. She rolls her head to look at him and he’s staring at her hand.
He licks his lips.
And then he promptly slides off the bed, going to find something for them to clean up with. He tosses a rag at her and begins to clean himself up. She stares at his back, letting her eyes rove over his body before finding his ass. She’s never wanted to bite something so badly in her life.
She squishes the thought into the back corner of her brain and starts to clean up. She’s overly sensitive and the rag is rough but it gets the job done. She tosses it to the floor and Laios is finally back, with his pants on again. “Scoot over.” His voice is still thick and it does weird things to her brain. She does listen though, rolling into the spot he had been before. It was warm and smelled like him.
He dropped onto the bed, burying his face into her pillow and muttering something to her. She sat up, pulling the blanket over them both and drifted off into a surprisingly comfortable sleep. For once, she didn’t dream, her body and mind satisfied with just floating.
The next morning, when she woke, Laios was on his back, still asleep. She scooted closer, examining the tent in his sleep pants. Her fingers found his side and slowly, she slid them down. She paused, brushing her fingers over the soft hair there and too scared to dip below the band of his pants. She jumped when his hand found her’s. “I’m sorry I just..” She was cut off when he pulled the waistband down, his cock smacking against his belly in an obscene way.
“One more time? For the road? Don’t know when we’ll get another chance.” The grin he gives her is devious and all she can do is laugh shakily, her hand slipping between her thighs. This was going to be a very long adventure.