But I'm about to be.

Svier's clothes disappear somewhere along the way to his bed, and soon your lips are back where they belong. Your moans overlap as his hands rub over your girlish chest and down your back. His cock throbs and leaves cool trails of pre where it rubs against your stomach, demanding your attention. Your own member strains under the cloth, eager to rub against your partner's, and all the while his fingers pinch at your stiff nipples and clench at your ass, features you found nothing but shame in until now, when it only makes you gasp. Everything is new to you, but you make up for your experience with eagerness, hips rolling against his as you quiver on top of him.

His hands make it to your manhood and the unfamiliar presence causes you to freeze up for moment, but his reassuring murmurs soon have you jerking into his hand. The pleasure is intense, and and though your emotions are at a turbulent high, no thoughts can form in your mind as you bask in the soothing heat of your lover. The earlier fear and anger has long passed, but the day's drama leaves you feeling almost too exposed and **** for this new intimacy. So much so, in fact, that when the wonderful sensation reaches an early peak, you press your head against his pillow and sob, confused and shameful tears leaking along with the fluid staining the sheets between your legs.

"You came," he says, and you can hear the smile in voice. Your heart warms, and it seems to pierce through your doubts like the sun through a passing storm.

"S-sorry," you manage, not willing to look at him.

"Don't be," he says, a hand running softly through your hair. "I'm glad." You lay there for a while, breathing hard and twitching in orgasm. Svier's voice is like a breeze, soft praises brushing past you between bouts of lilting Elvish whose meaning escapes you, but carries their feeling perfectly.

"I'm going to make you come again," he whispers after a minute of silence, and you shiver. He waits though, hand soft around your hardening shaft, until you nod. When you do, his hand rubs along its length again, brushing over the head and smearing your wetness across its surface. His pace quickens, and soon your stilted crying turns to short gasps of joy again. Your arms wrap around his chest and you press your face against his, eager for his kisses you've quickly grown needful of. It's not long before his promise comes true, and your cock surges in his tight grasp, shooting ropes of semen onto both of your chests. Your head feels light, and little dots race around your vision as he keeps stroking you through the peak. You try to pull away from the incessant pleasure just to breathe again, but Svier doesn't let go that easily. His free hand holds you tight against him and you're soon bucking as one wave passes just for the next to crash in. It's an almost torturous level of satisfaction, but you love it, give into it, and collapse against him as you continue shooting dry loads.

Eventually, you push up, enjoying the surprise on his face as he sees your expression. You wordlessly sit up and crawl lower down the bed, taking his stiff cock into your hand. You eye it, admiring its gentle curve and the engorged tip. Your first attempt is timid, your lips pressing against the head in a ribald kiss, tongue flicking out to sample its taste. Svier is frozen as he watches you, his attention wholly captured as you slowly slide the prick into your mouth. It twitches inside, and you find yourself mindful of your teeth. Carefully, slowly, you lower your head down until it brushes against your throat and you have to pull up to gag.

"Careful," he says, "don't... hurt yourself."

"It's fine," you say, determined to return the favor. "Let me try again." You breathe in and out a few times before taking his cock into your mouth again. Rather than racing down its length, you savor it this time, quickly growing to enjoy the taste and sense of servicing him with your mouth. You meet your limit again, and though you try to push past it, you can't **** your way down to the base. Instead, you opt to bathe it with your tongue, spreading the salty fluid over it until your lips glide effortlessly. Your head bobs and tongue flicks as his own moans grace your ears, and you have to work not to smile. Your jaw is already starting to ache, but you don't care, you're just getting started. You suck on as much of his dick as you can fit into your mouth and play with the rest of it with your hand. Your other reaches up to fondle the tender sack under it - you quickly check with your eyes if it's allowed, let alone pleasurable - and his breath hitches and eyes roll in delight.

You lose track of how long you've had his hot prick inside your mouth, too focused on moving your head and keeping everything lubricated. When a gush splashes into your mouth, then, you're surprised enough to pull back. "Did you just...?"

He shakes his head. "No, just pre. I-it feels great, though."

You frown. "Really?"

"Really," he says, adamantly. You continue to stare at him until he sighs. "It really does feel good, but it's not... deep enough. To come."

"Oh." You look down, feeling doubt creep back in. You look down at the twitching rod, but your throat protests before you can so much as think about it.

"It's fine," he assures you. "This is wonderful, really-"

"If you want!" you blurt. He stares at you in confusion, and so you continue, looking at the sheets, "You can... do it, if you want."

"Are you sure? You don't need to," he says, but his eyes betray his desire. You nod, a little scared, but still set on it.

He nods and leans forward to give a quick peck before standing up. You watch him walk around to the nightstand, your eyes wandering shamelessly as he pulls a small tin out.

"Is that oil?" you ask.

"A salve, but yes, it's for... sex."

"Butt sex," you say, a grin splitting your face.

"Yeah," he chokes, "butt sex."