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Oisín wakes up slowly, like he always does. He’s found that he prefers sleeping in and prolonging the dreams, finally free from responsibilities and scary situations. He can just stay curled up in Elek’s arms until noon — not that Elek always stays that long.
He often has meetings during the day, or places he has to be to sell some charms or whatnot. A lie in with Elek isn’t always guaranteed, but when it is, it’s an instant promise for a good day.
Today is one of those days, apparently, because Oisín can see through his half-lidded eyes that the sun is high in the sky and he’s lying on top of Elek. Close to the afternoon, then. His nose is pressed into the crook of Elek’s neck, his favorite place to be. He’s drooled again, which is a little embarrassing but at this point expected.
Oisín noses softly against the skin he can reach, the side of Elek’s neck and stretching towards his jaw. There’s a subtle scruff to his face, a five o’clock shadow that he secretly likes and Elek absolutely hates.
He likes the scritchy sound and feeling it makes, a little like a cat’s tongue. Oisín’s sensitive to textures, but somehow a lot of the textures that come with Elek don’t bother him. A lot of them he’s grown to crave.
He shifts against Elek, feeling returning to his limbs. He wasn’t aware that they’d grown numb during the night. Oisín’s one arm is curled underneath him, tucked into the curve of Elek’s spread arm. The other is slung over the man’s chest, holding on tight. One of his legs is parallel to Elek’s, but the other is shoved underneath Elek’s, thigh to inner thigh.
As soon as that registers, Oisín feels his cheeks fill with blood, much like Elek’s cock apparently has while he’s been sleeping.
He’s hard against Oisín’s thigh, straining against the fabric of his sleep pants. He holds his breath and feels the barely there thrusts of Elek’s hips. Like he’s trying to get off, using Oisín.
The elf whimpers softly, not wanting to wake Elek. It seems like Oisín’s not the only one to get dreams of the… sexual nature.
The longer he stays where he is, letting Elek rut subtly against his leg, the more he feels himself slowly get wet. His underwear grows wet with slick rather quickly, a side effect to Oisín being insanely in love with Elek and finding literally anything he does attractive.
And, if he’s honest with himself, it’s endearing too, in a way. Elek’s always a little calculating, even during sex. Like he’s thinking about what to do next, what will get the loudest reaction out of Oisín, how to get them off in the quickest way possible. It’s nice to see his body taking what he wants in its most basic form. No difficult thought processes, just following his pleasure.
Oisín can’t help but pant against the side of Elek’s neck, his own hips joining in. It’s like as soon as Elek’s hard, Oisín’s body follows soon after.
He presses a sweet kiss against the birthmark on Elek’s neck, before slowly sitting up slightly, leaning over his beloved. His curls shift in front of his eyes, but he only has one working one at his disposal so that’s nothing new.
Elek looks absolutely beautiful. If he wasn’t pressed up against him, you’d never know the man was having an eventful dream.
Oisín shuffles backwards a little, the feeling of Elek’s bulge disappearing and he muffles the whine it elicits from him just in time. His eyes trail down his body, landing on said bulge. Embarrassingly, he feels his mouth begin to fill with saliva.
He… really wants to put his mouth on him. Take Elek into his mouth.
He’s not really grown more confident in sexual matters in the time they’ve been together, but he feels this so intensely that he can admit it to himself. At least in his head, for now.
Elek wouldn’t be angry, right? If he woke him up like that? Elek’s said multiple times before that ‘if I could, I’d have you on your knees for me every day’.
And it’s not really the first time they’ve had sex the moment they woke up. Just… usually they were both awake at the same time. Oisín bites his lip, a little unsure and guilty now. It’d be wrong to do it while he’s sleeping… right?
Elek’s hips shift, trying to return to grinding against something, but finding nothing but air. His face contorts a little, into a grimace.
Oisín should help him…
He’s not aware of his hand moving until it curls around Elek’s sleep pants and then it’s too late for him. He feels the sleep warm skin against his fingers and he needs him.
He gently pulls the pants down, squeezing his thighs together to stave off an orgasm when he sees and is reminded of the fact that Elek didn’t wear underwear to bed.
His cock springs free, slapping wetly against his abdomen. The head is leaking just the tiniest bit, glistening with pre-cum. Oisín knows he’s bright red when he licks his lips unconsciously, almost drooling for it.
He scoots a little closer once Elek’s pants are lowered enough to give him space and then he leans close, the alluring scent of Elek’s arousal and desire making him dizzy with excitement and anticipation.
He’s really going to do it.
Oisín rests one hand on Elek’s thigh as softly as he can, as to not wake up the man. And with his other hand, he tilts Elek’s cock until it’s right in front of his mouth. He licks the tip and moans loudly, the sound practically bouncing off the walls of their bedroom.
His eyes flick up to Elek’s face, trying to see if he woke him up. Miraculously, he didn’t.
He hums happily and continues. He laps up the liquid around the head, shivering at the taste. Elek always seems to taste amazing. He was onto something with the want for Oisín to be on his knees for him every single day.
If he could, he would.
Oisín kisses the head, opening his mouth and taking him further into his mouth. His hips grind into the mattress when he feels Elek’s cock dribbling some more pre-cum into his mouth.
He sucks, swallowing whatever’s in his mouth, then continuing making his way down as far as he can. Which, admittedly, isn’t all that far. He knows Elek doesn’t mind, though. He’s always so sweet about it.
Oisín is about to take a break for some air, when all of a sudden Elek’s cock twitches and hands push his head further down, rather rough.
He gags, choking a little. Drool and pre-cum leak from between his lips and he whines, cunt weeping, hips grinding harshly against the mattress beneath him. He can barely keep his eyes open long enough to look up.
Elek’s leaning back on one arm, the other extended enough to keep ahold of Oisín’s head, pressing down. He’s grinning sleepily, eyes focused on him, “Having breakfast in bed, are we?”
Oisín blushes, still struggling with air, but never wanting to leave now. He could die like this and die happy.
Elek pushes him down again, a bit gentler this time. Oisín’s eyes water and he’s crying, drooling, making a mess. Elek doesn’t look like he minds. In fact, he can feel Elek’s cock twitch harshly in his mouth.
Oisín slides his free hand — the one not leaning on Elek’s thigh — up Elek’s body until he can reach for his free hand. No matter what they’re doing, he always wants to hold his hand.
Elek intertwines their fingers and when Oisín whines softly, squeezing his hand, he keeps the elf’s head steady and starts thrusting into his mouth, slowly at first.
One thrust gets Elek’s cock so far down his throat that Oisín chokes and comes immediately. He can feel it drip from between his folds.
“Such a good boy, fuck…”
He’s lucky Oisín just orgasmed, or else he’d go again from just those words.
Oisín whimpers and whines, spurring Elek on unintentionally, but he’s enjoying it immensely. Elek keeps going, breathing turning heavy and almost imperceptible grunts tumbling from his mouth.
“Always taking care of me, being good for me. Couldn’t help yourself, could you? Wanted my cock that bad, you didn’t want to wait for me to wake up. Needy.”
He nods heavily at the statement, wanting Elek to know he is good, good for him, that he couldn’t wait, so desperate.
Elek chuckles breathlessly, groaning when he goes deeper down Oisín’s throat and feels his throat spasm around his cock. “Fuck!”
Oisín digs his nails into their intertwined hands, a reflexive response to almost choking and gagging.
Then, without a warning, Elek pulls his head off his cock. Oisín whines loudly, mouth chasing after it. He wants it back in his mouth, wants Elek to give him his come. He likes the idea of having Elek inside him, with him everywhere.
“I know, sweetheart, I know. But you’ve made such a mess already, how can I not add to it? Make you all pretty, covered in my come. Would you like that, love?” Elek asks, hand jerking himself casually, but with a hint of haste.
Oisín nods, choking on a sob this time. He wants anything Elek can give him.
Elek winks at him, tapping his cheek with his cock once and chuckling again at the loud whine Oisín lets out at being treated in such a degrading way. He is so far gone that he doesn’t even feel shame at the way it makes his cunt clench around nothing.
His mouth falls open almost instinctively when Elek quickens his strokes, tilting his cock more towards Oisín.
He gives a deep grunt, eyes squeezing shut and he comes all over Oisín’s face. Spurts of come hit him on the bridge of his nose, over one closed eye, his tattooed cheeks and thankfully, in his mouth. Oisín pants, keeping the substance on his tongue.
Elek whistles, “Now that’s a pretty picture. If I were any younger, I’d go again and add to that.”
Oisín squeezes his hands around both Elek’s thigh and the hand he’s still holding. Elek huffs out a laugh, then starts scooping up the come on Oisín’s cheeks with a thumb and sliding it into the elf’s mouth. Who, of course, moans loudly.
“Better clean up the mess you made, lovely. Wouldn’t want you to get upset over the stickiness.”
Oisín laps up the come Elek feeds him blissfully, a warm feeling in his chest. Once his face is clean, he opens his eyes and lunges for his beloved’s mouth, kissing him soundly.
Elek tugs him close, actually laughing when he feels the slick mess between Oisín’s legs. “Oh, sweetheart. My little deer. And everyone thinks I’m the insatiable one.”
Oisín flushes, ducking his head. But Elek tilts his chin with a finger, grinning wide, “That wasn’t a complaint. I like how needy you are, how willing you are to do anything I say. To be my good boy.”
The other man whines, nodding. Elek rubs his back, “You did so well. Would you like to come again?”
Oisín shakes his head. His legs are trembling and he’s overwhelmed from everything. When he tries to speak, his throat hurts and all that comes out is a rough sound, voice breaking. Elek’s pupils dilate at the sound, slotting their mouths together harshly.
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
They kiss some more, until Oisín needs some air. Elek holds him close, still rubbing his back and tucking some curls behind Oisín’s ears.
“My good, pretty boy.”
And he is.