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I’ve known them since they arrived in Eridia, they’ve turned down every attempt I’ve made. Well, almost every attempt…
Leander’s fingers often were covered by his gloves, they were virgin to the touch of so, so many things in the world—things like the cold hilt of a weapon, the warm floss of fresh blood, the freezing bite of stray wind as it cascaded throughout the streets of Eridia; his hands were so animated, moving constantly whether it be conjuring magic, pouring drinks or waving to emphasize his words as he told extravagant stories. So much about him started at his wrists and traveled downward, yet it all dulled in comparison to what he could do with them when they touched another person.
Mhin might despise him, of this he was keenly aware. They never tried to hide it, though they did try to hide the fleeting smiles, the soft touches, the way they would lean into him when his arm slipped around them at the bar. Oh, yes, Minh was a hateful little creature and one that Leander was enamored with. It was appalling how many times he had tried to coax them into a bed and how many times had Mhin told him to choke on dung, yet still, he laughed it off and stumbled drunkenly to bed to think of them until he fell asleep. Never once did they take his bait and he gave up ever thinking that they would give him the chance he wanted. Not until tonight, that was.
Mhin’s pale skin was soft, his fingers glided across it like a paintbrush to a canvas, consuming every inch of pearlescent flesh. Leander could spend days whispering perfect little words into Minh’s ear if only they would let him, but that was unrealistic and so he succumbed to enjoying the way the hunter beneath him would whine and unfold every time he nipped at the crux of their throat—the desperate, delicate sounds they uttered when that same virgin touch traveled up their sides, coasting over the scars on their chest before closing around their neck. They allowed him one night—one, he was determined to make the most of it. They had a tough outer shell, an impenetrable wall of stone that covered their heart and body. Leander was unsure if anyone had ever touched them like this, if they had ever gotten close enough to another person to try.
Nevertheless, he had them here. Now. They wanted him, their hands were buried in his hair, their clothes mixed in an inappropriate pile on the floor, their quiet, deep moans save for him as they parted their legs for him, his tongue fitted over their Adam’s apple each time his teeth scraped their skin, leaving dark marks that would last for days against their pale complexion. Leander fully expected some sort of scolding for such attention, but they craned their head away from him, exposing more of their throat to his ministrations and Leander was happy to provide, biting and kissing his way down their neck as his fingers toyed with their clit, dampening them both.
When he leaned back to line himself up with them, they held out their hand quickly, making him pause as he searched their face. The panic subsided from their eyes when they noticed he had backed off a little.
“We can stop if you’re not comfortable,” he offered, smiling at them; he didn’t blame them, things had moved quickly from the moment they had kissed downstairs—he had pulled them in by their hips and whispered the truth of his desire for them in their ear, to which they had immediately replied with by taking his hand and leading him toward the stairs. Now here they were, Leander growing ever more nervous by the second as he waited with bated breath for something. They shook their head at him, sitting up to grab the hair at the nape of his neck roughly, pulling him in for an chaste kiss that left him aching for more.
“It’s not that,” they admitted, the color in their cheeks betraying their harsh demeanor. “It’s just… I’m not—” Minh suddenly grew frustrated, as if saying the words was too challenging a task for them. “—I just can’t do that. It will hurt. Is… can you accept that or should I leave?”
“No!” Leander replied immediately, cupping their face quickly so they were forced to look into his eyes. “No,” he repeated in a calmer tone, the lines of their face visibly softening as they clasped their hands around his wrists. “Anything you’re okay with, that’s what I want to give you. You… you’re perfect.” The mage promised, his thumbs drawing across their cheekbones on either side, soothing the muscles leading up to their eyes.
“Save your praise,” they said with the roll of their eyes, though their tightened grip told stories of their affection for him even if they were incapable of speaking it aloud.
Leander smiled, entertained by their brash commentary and he leaned in to kiss them again, capturing their lips with desperation. When they met him in tandem, he laid them back against the mattress, placing one derisive kiss against their bottom lip, their chin, their throat, their jugular notch, down to their solar plexus and then their belly. The further he traveled, the quicker Minh’s breath left them, growing desire coloring their skin down their chest and across the tips of their ears. They opened their legs for him as he kissed over their groin. Then, finally, he fitted his mouth over their clit, replacing the touch of his fingers from earlier as he pinched his chin against them, winding his tongue across the sensitive skin.
They arched into his mouth, their back bowing as they pushed their shoulder blades into the mattress, a heady noise falling from their lips followed by a desperate groan. Leander’s hair slipped into their grasp once more as they pulled his head in closer to them; he enticed his nose up their skin, breathing in their scent as his hands gripped onto their thighs tight enough to leave behind bruises that would remind Mhin of this night for the rest of the week.
“Fuck,” they whispered almost quiet enough that Leander nearly missed it—his eyes flitted to their face, watching as the pleasure pulled their brows together, beading sweat on their forehead and the remainder of their kisses caught in the slight trail of spit clinging to their cheek. It was everything in him not to smirk—he had made them this way, dripping down his lips and desperate to cum against his smile as he nipped at the cavernous skin surrounding their sex, spreading kisses across each little bite he presented—hollowing his cheeks as he sucked marks here and there, occasionally getting distracted by their pale legs and marking there before returning to their clit.
Mhin sucked a breath in through their teeth, their squirming increasing by the minute as their knees shifted, heels scrubbing against the fabric of Leander’s bedsheets. “I’m close.” It was a statement spoken so quickly, so angrily, the mage had to strain his hearing to catch it. This time, he did smirk, keeping his mouth exactly where it was despite Mhin’s efforts to pry him from between their thighs until they lost control of their actions, clasping their knees together as close as they could get them while filling Leander’s throat, breath halting altogether as a shrill whine tore from their chest.
It was entirely possible that they forgot to let go of him as the seconds ticked by, twitching against his departing kisses until finally they released his hair and dropped their calves against the mattress. Leander crawled over them, holding their lazy gaze as he pressed a kiss to the junction of their neck and shoulder. They guided his lips to theirs, slipping both arms over his shoulders to hold him close to them, to which he was blushingly happy to oblige. They didn’t seem to mind that he tasted like them.
“You are good with your mouth,” they noted, obvious disdain dripping in their voice as mere centimeters separated them. Leander analyzed the look in their eyes, searching for what he wanted and when he was satisfied, he pressed their noses together.
“I’ve done this before.”
“Fuck my thighs.”
“Take me to dinner first.”
Mhin looked almost horrified by Leander’s response, an expression that made him laugh despite the fact that they had actively finished having sex less than a few minutes ago. “Oh, okay, okay,” he granted them as he settled down behind them, shifting them onto their side as he slipped his cock between their legs and pulled their back against his chest. “Dinner after?”
“Absolutely not—” Mhin answered, a distracted whine cutting off their words as he snapped his hips forward, rubbing harshly against the grooves of their twitching sex, sensitive and wet as it was. “Are you that desperate?”
“Yes,” Leander muttered back, sinking his teeth into their shoulder as he held them by their hip, fucking the divot between their thighs roughly. Mhin squirmed again, coating his cock in a mixture of them both as they reached around to ensnare him in the hold their single arm could provide. The mage sat up enough to pry their head to the side closely, stealing their lips for himself again as he panted and grunted against the hollow cavern of their mouth. Their tongue slipped past his teeth, pushing into him and robbing him of any breath he might have had left as he leaked onto the skin of their thigh.
“Hah— who— taught you to kiss like that?” Leander whispered, amusement bleeding into his breathless voice when they parted for air. This time it was Mhin’s turn to offer a crooked smile, keeping their secrets close as they always did. They turned—forcing Leander’s hips to stall as they flipped onto their other side to face him. The confusion was quickly abated as they grabbed him by his ass—a surprising, but welcome change, he supposed—coaxing him back into his desperate pace.
When he came, it was with a bit of a shock to them both—the noise that left him, swallowed by Mhin, was somewhere between a cry and a moan. It was followed by a shallow, simmering whine and harsh exchange of air as he breathed into their mouth and covered both Minh and his bedsheets; his hands were shaky against their skin, sweat sticking his hair to his head until he was conscious enough again to brush it away from his eyes.
“See, I’m not so bad, right?” The mage whispered, far too high on the sensation and the soft expression on Mhin’s face to think logically about what it was he was saying.
“I’ve had better.”
“What?! No you haven’t, don’t lie— hey—!” Leander groaned as a pillow was shoved harshly into his face. Mhin stood long enough to grab his shirt—of course they wouldn’t use their own, the tiny bastard—to wipe them both up. In the meantime, Leander took the pillow and shoved it under his head, watching them do all the work with a pleased smirk. They seemed less entertained by his antics, and proceeded to throw the soiled shirt on his face in lieu of the pillow that they had hit him with moments ago. “Quit it—” he urged, tossing it back, though Mhin saw it coming and easily moved out of the way of the projectile. It thudded against the wall and fell to the floor unceremoniously, all while Leander got to take in Mhin’s quirked brow and unenthusiastic expression.
“Come lay with me?” He pleaded, holding out his hands to them.
“That sounds like a bad idea.” They answered, crossing their arms.
“I just like you, sheesh. Would it kill you to like, show an ounce of pity?”
“Don’t say you like me, I don’t like you. You’re just easy.”
“So… you won’t lay with me?”
“I just did lay with you.”
“You’re killing my aftercare boner.”
Mhin rolled their eyes, heaving an aggravated sigh before crawling onto the mattress again and slipping between his arms. Leander smiled, his chest warming and a flush covering his cheeks and the bridge of his nose as they tucked their head underneath his chin. Sure, they offered resistance, but they always did. With everything. “See? Not so bad, right?”
“You asked me that already.”
“I didn’t get an answer.”
“I said I’ve had better.”
“Okay. Correction. I didn’t get an answer I liked.”
Mhin sighed again and Leander could hear the roll of their eyes behind it; he chuckled, squeezing them a little tighter against his chest to which they tightened their hold on him, too. It might be the one time that they had ever entertained his attempts, but it would be one escapade that Leander was sure to remember.