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A low grumble sounded from Thancred’s chest as he awoke, the man lifting one of his hands to his eyes to rub the sleep from them. There was light filtering through the blinds of the room he found himself in; a sparsely accommodated bedroom belonging to one particularly bookish Scion of the Seventh Dawn.
Normally Thancred would stretch as well, crack the many joints in his body and roll his muscles around to loosen himself up and get ready to begin his day, however today, he was unable to do this, for a majority of his body was restrained by the embrace of the man whose room he was in.
Turning his head gently, Thancred looked upon the man who he was sharing a bed with; messy, medium length grey hair cascading in every which direction from atop Urianger’s head, framing that thin, delicate face well, Thancred smiling to himself a bit as he watched the Astrologian sleep from the corner of his eye. Nevertheless, Thancred had little time to linger this morning, desperate to get back to Eulmore. He'd spent a week with Urianger laying low and letting his trail die down in the city, but he was eager to get back, as he was finally on the cusp of a plan to get the First’s Oracle out of captivity.
The only problem was the sleeping Elezen holding him in his loose grasp-- Thancred was not used to being the ‘little spoon’, always opting to hold his partner where matters of cuddling were concerned. But, like many firsts he'd had with Urianger, he currently found himself in a cage of smooth, warm, and only delicately muscled Elezen; Thancred acquiescing to the ‘little spoon’ position mostly due to the fact that Urianger was bigger than him, and the scholar had a penchant for spending hours tracing along the contours of the Hyur’s hard, firm body, winding those thin, meticulous fingers everywhere they could, from the rippled musculature beside Thancred’s ribs, his full chest muscles, his rolling, tight abdominals, and everything in between.
And so, the Gunbreaker was now grappling with how to least disturb the other man so he could prepare for his journey to Eulmore as soon as possible. Though he was a master of stealth and infiltration, this particular scenario was not one with which he was particularly well-versed, and so it was no surprise that with one more movement from him came a groggy hum from beside him.
“Hmmm… awakened so soon, Thancred?” Urianger asked, without even opening his eyes, instead opting to wiggle and reposition himself in bed and pull himself closer to the Hyur.
Thancred could only sigh at this-- He didn't want to leave Urianger so soon, but he had been working towards his goal of once again seeing Minfilia, or whatever the current manifestation of her might be, for the better part of two years. And with how precious Minfilia was to him before she was taken from him, he was devoting every available resource to breaking the prisoner ‘Minfilia’ from Eulmore. “Urianger… I've been here for the better part of a week. I need to get back to Eulmore again, I don't have much time to spare.”
“I know full well the path that thou walk… And it is not unknown to me how important the recovery of the First's Oracle is to you. Nary were you closer to another than you were to our Miss Warde.” Urianger opened his eyes gently as he said this, his beautiful, warm, almost glowing amber eyes looking so longingly into Thancred's slate grey pools. “And yet, selfishly, my heart cannot stand thy leaving once again. For the second time now, thou hast kept me company for a time. I feel that your nearness has caused me to… grow emotionally attached to you.”
Thancred sighed, pressing his forehead into Urianger’s, feeling the Elezen’s lengthy grey hair tickle over his cheeks. “And I feel the same, Uri. I have never felt the way about another man that I feel about you… I know you deeper than I ever have before.” Thancred admitted, which wrested a playful smile from Urianger. “No! I didn't mean it like that.” the Hyur chastised the Astrologian’s acknowledgement of the double-entendre. “I hope you know the other Scions like Shtola and Tataru think you are the most chaste person alive.” Thancred teased, one of the few people privy to the secret knowledge of Urianger's surprising promiscuity.
“I understand, Thancred. Truly, I do. And I have no desire or intentions of stopping you. Every day thou art out in the First, I fear for thy safety. I lie awake pondering on if my best friend yet still lives.” Urianger opened up in turn, taking the moment to run fingernails against Thancred's scalp gently, the slender digits rifling through the smaller man's snowier, softer hair. “But you would not be the first of mine closest friends to perish an untimely death. Know only that you mean much to me.”
Thancred didn't reply to this, silently acknowledging his closest comrade’s words, allowing the man a few precious moments longer in bed with him, enjoying the contact of fingers in his hair. Urianger, too, said nothing for a couple moments, both men searching for those final goodbyes neither wanted to utter, but both knew needed to be said.
“May I ask something of thee, Thancred?” Urianger finally said, letting his hand fall from the man's soft hair to stroke his cheek with a thumb idly, feeling short, white stubble bristle against his finger in turn.
“I can't stay, Uri.” Thancred reiterated quietly, his voice sullen but resolute. His heart begged him to stay, but he couldn't leave Minfilia trapped in Eulmore, whether it was the one he knew or otherwise.
“Just the morn, then? Prithee, warm mine bed an hour or two longer. To coat the wounds of the heart with a salve of honey…” Urianger all but begged, still caressing Thancred's face softly and sweetly.
“Uri… I…” Thancred tried as his two halves fought internally, conflicted. By the Twelve, Urianger was so warm, his lanky, thin figure so close, and Thancred really didn't want to have Urianger's fingers off of his body.
Urianger shifted even closer, moving that hand from his cheek to the Hyur's firm, muscular upper back, using what strength lingered within him to slide their nude, bed-warmed bodies into one another. Urianger's eyes fluttered closed once more as he pressed his exquisitely soft, smooth, flat lips against Thancred's rougher ones.
Thancred inhaled a little, stuttered breath through his nose, hands almost instinctive in their drive to search and play over Urianger's body as he leaned into the kiss. One hand on the smooth skin of the Elezen's thigh, ghosting touches across the outside of the leg, the other trailing up and down his back, making sure that the bare body was flush against his.
Legs intertwined, hips rolled, breaths hitched, nipples hardened, lips met, tongues danced, fingers groped and squeezed and teased and explored and quested… Thancred and Urianger melted against one another as passions flared, needs rose to a fever pitch, and carnal, lust fueled desires were wordlessly declared and begged to be satisfied.
Whines spilled between them as hips brought their lengths against one another, aching, throbbing, swollen arousals sliding against one another, wet, pink, sensitive tips mutually stamping glossy dabs of precum on their stomachs. Thancred had a token wetness on his tip, his passions drawing a few beads of his clear need from his length, his vein-webbed length kissing against the smooth, soft, plush yet flat tummy of Urianger-- Urianger's thicker, smoother, heavier length dragging over Thancred's abs, a much more generous amount of his stickiness drooling over the more rugged, muscular, tense body before it.
“Fuck Uri, you're so hard…” Thancred broke the kiss to whisper, urgently grinding himself against that larger length in a desperate ploy to satisfy himself, to feel the physical manifestation of the other man's raw need against his own.
Urianger could do little at these words but clutch into Thancred's back all the tighter, press his torso tighter against him, pant weakly over the Hyur's lips while his amber eyes were distant with half-satisfied want. “Tis an inevitability once thy figure is pressed to mine own, musculature free to explore… the feeling of thine own arousal, turgid with craving… it maddens me and sets my blood ablaze.”
Thancred continued his ministrations along Urianger's thigh, hooking fingers inside of his leg to spread him a bit wider, legs wrapping deeper between one another, cocks forced more firmly against both stomach and cock in kind. Slipping and trailing along Thancred's side, the hand clutching hungrily at the Hyur's back grazed along muscles that flexed with Thancred's rolling hips, until it made to grip both of their lengths at once.
“Twelve above Uri…” Thancred cursed, his hips interrupting his rhythm to force his cock deeper into that grip, feeling the thicker Elezen cock pressed directly into his now. “Your hand feels so fucking good… nnnnffff.” Thancred vocalized, fingers digging into Urianger's soft thigh.
“And it feels equally resplendent to hold thee within mine hand… to feel thee against mine need…” Urianger mused in return with an unsteady, breathy voice. Thancred half tried to play into the frottage, thrusting purposefully into those slender fingers, uncalloused and soft, spared from the rigors of physical combat-- however, he also half relinquished himself to the Astrologian's whims, huffing and closing his eyes once that palm held him so tightly against Urianger's own desperately hard cock.
It was an unusual grip, the hand seeming less interested in pressing them against one another, stroking them in opposition to their still wildly, fluidly rolling hips. Rather, the thin fingers were content to trace over their intensely sensitive tips, tracing over their pink heads to gather their drooling precum, gliding across their grinding cocks wetly once they were decently wet.
“Uri… nnh, hold me tighter… don't tease me like that…” Thancred urged, growing less patient the longer his body was pressed against the addictively arousing body of his companion, the ache between his legs growing increasingly demanding.
Thancred's toes curled as those fingertips traced down his cock, the Hyur still doing his best to force his length into them, hands still clutching tight to Urianger as he hoped the teasing would cease-- but instead those fingers ventured lower and lower, down the side of Thancred's length, fingernails grazing his heavy, hairless sack, and still continuing…
“Uri… w-what… what are you…?” Thancred huffed, wet, slick fingers against the underside of his balls, continuing lower, between the cleft of his ass. “Uri, please… I don't… that's… I'm not sure if I'm… into that…”
Urianger kissed at Thancred's forehead gently, uttering a soft, soothing “Shhh… just try for me. Spread thine legs.”
“Uri… I don't think I'll…like it…” Thancred squirmed, with a little bit of apprehension, still clutching at the soft Elezen to center himself, cock less throbby as uncertainty mounted with Thancred.
“Thancred, I long for little else than to make thee quiver at the behest of nigh irresistible, boundless pleasure.” Urianger hummed into the man's ears softly, breath spilling out against the man's neck with the panted words stepped in want. “I needst only that thou trust in me.”
Holy fuckhhh… Thancred's mind nearly shut down from that, Urianger so close, gently urging for Thancred's submission. Toes curled tighter as fingers glistening with precum found Thancred's rim, circling it and smearing it with precum. The hole quivered at the novel sensation, gentle, erogenous tingling resonating over the flesh though Thancred still wasn't sure.
“Should thou sayest for me to cease, I shall do so immediately.” Urianger assured him, continuing to work wet fingertips against hot, pink, tight flesh.
“N-nh, Twelve…” Thancred choked in reply, those fingers beginning to press more firmly between his ass, insisting more and applying more and more pressure. And then…
“G-gah! U-Uri!” Thancred whined as most of a lengthy finger slipped inside of him, the sensation unlike anything he'd ever felt before.
“One more, Thancred.” Urianger soothed again in his soft, calming voice, sliding his second finger around along that pink entrance, slicking it up as he prepared to slip inside. And, much like the first, with a little pressure, it joined the other digit inside, Urianger's ring and middle fingers snug within the intensely warm insides of Thancred.
“T-tch… Uri, this feels so damn weird…” Thancred struggled, words coming slowly against all of the sensation, his body grabbing tight to Urianger's own, muscles convulsing and tensing against Thancred's will as he felt the Astrologian wiggle those fingers within him, squirming and writhing as they spread him and teased him. “I'm not sure… fuck… if I'd call it a good feeling either…” Thancred added, his mind struggling to make sense of it all. “D-definitely will never reach my peak from it…”
“Nay, thou misunderstand. Though there exist men who can crest into orgasmic bliss solely from internal stimulation…” Urianger hummed, tracing his fingers down from Thancred’s clavicle, gentle fingers of the hand not occupied with his backside working over those flexing muscles that couldn’t settle down from the deluge of unique stimulation. “Yet, there should be a spot within thee, that when mine fingers encounter…” he continued to explain, his voice steady and quiet as Thancred gripped against him and struggled.
“K-khh… U-Uri… nnnhh, oh fuck…” the Hyur winced as warm heat pooled in his stomach, his cock stiffening a bit as fingers traced over a swollen bundle within his depths.
“There it lieth.” Urianger smiled, his voice carrying his eagerness to show Thancred the potential of that thrumming bundle of nerves. “And thus, once I take thine endowment in mine free hand…” Urianger’s soothing voice continued with the explanation, gripping around Thancred’s swollen, pent-up length crowned with a glossy bead of clear need, “And at the same time, press against such internal spot…”
Thancred’s toes curled tight and his hips bucked into Urianger’s gentle but confident grip, resonant throbs from his cock forcing squeezes around Urianger’s fingers, pressing them tighter against that prostate that pulsed alongside his heartbeats. “Sh-shit… Uri what the… hrrr…” The scholarly Elezen’s grin only continued to grow wider, as he knew full well the intensity and novelty of that first time having something plumb one’s depths.
“Feel, Thancred. Feel how, in tandem, together, your masculinity blazes and aches thanks to mine fingers within.” Urianger whispered right into the struggling Hyur’s ear, breath causing the hairs on his neck to bristle, and Urianger could feel Thancred unconsciously and helplessly clench and squeeze incredibly tight, prostate throbbing , Thancred’s cock doing much the same.
In order to give the Hyur what he didn't even know he needed, to send him into new heights of bliss, Urianger curled his two fingers tight against Thancred's swollen prostate, squeezing tight around the now steel-hard cock that stiffened harder than ever before, doing nothing more than run a finger along the delicately sensitive, and deliciously stimulating frenulum there.
“H-hahhh… Uri… f-fff… keep pressing those fingers in… tight… p-please, fuck… w-why is it so good…” Thancred could hardly even summon the words to detail what he was feeling, what was driving his abs to wildly contract and tighten, his biceps to tighten as he clutched the smooth Elezen body before him, and his cock and hole to clench repeatedly.
“Ohhh… nnnh… Uri.. Uri Uri Uri!!--” Thancred whined almost pathetically as his prostate was so intently massaged, so much pressure and focus and attention on that bundle he'd never before been aware of. His hips that he had completely lost control of bucked of their own accord every few seconds, fucking his aching cock into that warm Elezen palm until his vision blurred, Thancred squeezing his eyes shut as he was, almost literally, forced to orgasm.
“Ohhhhhh… Thancred, thine beauty and allure is indescribable…” Urianger keened as his best friend, closest companion, and one his heart longed for more than any other shuddered and clutched him helplessly as he spilled, Urianger never for a moment ceasing the massaging motions of his buried fingers. “Release for me… Spill every last drop of thine essence… Canst thou feel me? Oh Thancred I can feel thee… inside, thou art pulsing with such fervor. Spill… spill it all, clutch mine body as you crest into orgasm.” Urianger pleaded, dizzy with the utter elation of it all, his stomach and thighs and fingers messily splattered with sticky spend that Urianger readily continued to milk from Thancred.
Thancred shuddered, his orgasm far different than ever before with two fingers spreading his rhythmically quaking hole, his cock seemingly pumped with warm, electric stimulation from his prostate being pressed on over and over, all culminating in what may have been his most overstimulating orgasm yet, leaving him quivering and limp against Urianger who, after having removing his fingers, used his graceful strength to just hold the nearly insensate man against him and keep him from falling over, his sharp Elezen ears filled with sounds of the Hyur's chest rising and falling with deep, heavy, labored breaths.
“T-Twelve…” Thancred panted, breath warm against Urianger's skin, struggling to collect himself, finding that he felt unusually empty with the fingers taken from within him.
“As thou wish, I am prepared to see you off. Yet, full glad am I that you elected to spend yet one more morning with me. Mine heart is full and mine mind, satisfied.” Urianger whispered, his voice content but with a hint of bittersweet reluctance.
“I'll be okay Uri… I'll come back safe. For you.” Thancred replied, hugging the man just a bit tighter, trying to absorb as much of the man's heat and soothing voice as he could, knowing that within the hour, he'd be back on his own.