It's Kythril, his annoying older sister

He jumped at the sound of his sister's voice and turned to see her sitting at the dinner table, having a midnight snack.

"Shit, Kythril, don't scare me like that. Um... I was just wandering around town. Didn't realize how late it had gotten."

"Uh huh," she responded dryly, taking another bite. "Just wandering around town with a bag over your shoulder? Sure."

Fuck! He'd forgotten about the bag. The more he'd try to explain it away, the more curious she'd become about its contents. He decided on a different tactic.

"What about you, then? Mom and dad know you're eating all the... sugared strawberries?"

She giggled. "Relax, I won't say anything... You were out all day yesterday too, I was just curious. Has my little brother finally met a girl?"

He could feel his ears going red. "What? No, of course not. I just—"

"Oh, I see, a guy then?" She asked in the sing-song voice she always used when she was teasing him.

"No!" he exclaimed, a little too loudly.

They both froze, but thankfully no sound came from their parents' bedroom.

"Um, I'm going to bed," Eldrin said, more quietly.

"Good night." she replied. "I'm going to figure it out eventually, you know."

"Yeah, yeah."

He quickly and quietly made his way to his bedroom. That was too close. He knew his sister well enough to know the last thing she said was no idle boast. He was going to have to be even more careful, starting with his bag. That's the first thing she'd check out, he knew.

He removed the damp dress and hung it in the back of his closet, locking the door. Hopefully it'd be dry the next time he needed it. He then took some of his dad's tools that he'd... borrowed and been meaning to put back, and put them in the bag instead, for her to find. If she tattled on him, he'd much prefer a punishment for misplacing some tools than for owning a bunch of women's clothing. Their parents would definitely react badly to that.

They'd changed over the last couple of cycles. They'd always been strict, but it had really gone into overdrive when it became clear the war was lost. He didn't understand why, exactly. Sure, they'd lost most of their wealth and their nice country home, but there'd been enough hidden away to live comfortably in Holm. He preferred their new life, frankly. The countryside had been boring, but in the city there was always something new to do or see.

Clearly his parents didn't agree. Ever since they settled in here, they'd been obsessed with propriety and tradition. The smallest misstep was met with anger and punishment, but hidden underneath there was a strange sense of panic, as if the whole city was keeping tabs on their descent into barbarism. Weirdly, they seemed to be more worried about other Elves than about the Humans who'd been—and maybe still were?—their enemies.

That wasn't the worst thing, though. The worst thing was his father's neurotic attempts at ensuring Eldrin would grow up to be a "real man", whatever that meant. He suspected it meant doing exactly what he had done, and his father before him, including the mistakes. Especially the mistakes, since that'd show "moral fiber", another phrase his father had grown very fond of in the last cycle or so.

That was another reason Eldrin liked Holm, he decided, as he undressed and got into bed. It gave him plenty of opportunity to keep away from his parents.

That brought his thoughts back around to Lucas. Ever since that first meeting, it seemed like he had been doing little more than either spending time with Lucas, or looking forward to their next meeting. The man had a quiet charm that kept Eldrin transfixed. Even now, he could feel his belly tingling at the thought of him. He smelled like the forest, like leaves and dirt and wild animals.

He had a burliness to him that Eldrin found appealing, too; he looked like he could wrestle a bear and win. Not for the first time he found himself thinking about Lucas picking him up and doing with him as he pleased.

He shifted under his blankets, sighing in pleasure as his now fully erect prick brushed against them. He couldn't stop his hand from sliding down and taking hold of it. He wasn't going to do anything, he just wanted to feel it, that's all.

Was he falling in love? He'd been on dates with girls his own age before, but that had been nothing like spending time with Lucas. There was something about Lucas that drew him in and made him want... He didn't know.

He thought about how Lucas would stand over him, domineering and strong. He groaned in frustration, squeezing tighter around his member as he began to stroke. His mind recalled Lucas' feral grin as he was telling Eldwyn to cum right there in the bar where anyone could've seen him.

What would Lucas do to him next? His hand moved quickly over his prick as he thought about Lucas being inside him, stretching his rear out until it felt pleasurable instead of painful. The thought made him shiver with ecstasy, and soon he felt his balls churning, ready to release their burden.

Just in time, he shook himself, yanking his hand away from his cock. He laid on his back, clutching the mattress, straining to stop from climaxing. Lucas had told him not to cum, and he was determined not to disappoint him. It was a weird sensation to come down from masturbation without an orgasm. He was hard still, and dripping slippery fluid onto his stomach, but he felt... content. At peace, somehow. He laid like this for a long time, staring at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts, before finally falling asleep.