by T D Cloud
“Na—?” he gasped, only to be cut off by an insistent mouth and an even more insistent tongue. The wall slammed into his back, stealing away what breath he might have used to protest. Khouri clutched at his lover’s shoulders, wrapped his legs around his trim waist, and moaned. There was nothing else he could do, and if there were, he was positive he didn’t care to try.
“Gods, how I’ve missed you, pet,” Navidae groaned into his mouth, the words low and guttural, spoken as they were against Khouri’s lax lips. His blood red eyes stared into Khouri’s with unmistakable intent while his hands yanked and tore at the armor and fabric keeping Khouri’s skin from his greedy fingers. He rolled his hips into Khouri hungrily, pulling a broken keen from him as easily as anything.
All Khouri could bring himself to say in the wake of such a greeting was a broken facsimile of Navidae’s name. The lips against his own smiled, swallowing the sound with their greedy insistence. This was certainly one way to welcome him home, and Khouri would die before he said he hated a moment of it.
“Well, hello to you too, Fido,” Sorin interrupted loudly, sending the frenetic pace to a screeching halt. Shit. They weren’t alone. Khouri tore his mouth away from Navidae’s, looking over his shoulder to meet Sorin’s impatient glower. Sorin had his arms crossed, his mouth curled into a scowl. “I’d hate to interrupt your tearful reunion—” “Then don’t,” Navidae interjected, dragging Khouri back into another kiss.
Khouri pushed at Navidae’s chest immediately, gasping for breath. “Navi,” he chided, covering Navidae’s hungry lips with his palm. On one hand, he understood Navidae’s insistence, but on the other, he knew quite well that Sorin probably didn’t want to pay witness to this. “What do you need, Sorin?”
Sorin let out an annoyed huff. He averted his gaze even though Khouri was giving him his full attention. “Off the top of my head? I’ve been walking for days to get you back here, so I think I’d like to know why.”
Now that he mentioned it, Khouri wanted to know the answer to that too. He opened his mouth to ask, turning back to Navidae just as Navidae saw fit to bypass his hand and kiss him again. And there was no breaking this kiss, Khouri found. It was deep, it was devastating, and it was more than enough to steal away any and all of Khouri’s curiosity for the moment. He let out a broken moan, melting into Navidae’s embrace once again.
“Seriously?” Sorin muttered. “You’re really going to let him get out of answering even that?”
When it felt this good, Khouri would let Navidae get away with murder if he felt so inclined. And Navidae—burning, insistent Navidae—knew what he wanted to do right now. He tightened his grip on Khouri’s thighs, pulling him away from the wall with a low growl.
“Save your questions for tomorrow,” Navidae shot off to Sorin, speaking the words against Khouri’s flushed cheek. “Dezik will show you to your room.” “Navi—” Khouri gasped, but Navidae’s lips covered his own once more, demolishing what remained of his will to resist. Khouri surrendered completely, burying his hands in Navidae’s hair. He made a needy sound, feeling more than seeing Navidae begin to take them towards the stairs.
“Where the hell is Dezik, then?” Sorin called out to their backs, angry and frustrated and no doubt annoyed, but Khouri couldn’t make himself care right now. Certainly not enough to break the kiss or to pull away from Navidae when he already had them halfway up the stairs and that much closer to their bedroom. It would be okay, though. Khouri could apologize tomorrow.
But for tonight, Khouri would let Navidae welcome him home in the best way he knew how.
It felt like it took no time at all for them to reach the bedroom. Navidae roughly shouldered open the door, too occupied to put much effort into things like doorknobs, and tipped them both onto the bed without bothering to let Khouri’s feet touch the ground. His hands roved and slipped beneath Khouri’s armor, his thigh pressing between Khouri’s legs to roll against him rhythmically. It was as if he planned to fuck Khouri through their layers of clothing. Given how persistent Navidae was, Khouri didn’t doubt he was capable of it.
It took a lot of strength to break the kiss and even more to push Navidae away. Khouri gasped for breath, his face on fire as the thigh kept moving, teasing him through his trousers. “Wait…” he managed to whine. He couldn’t just let Navidae distract him so easily. “There are— Navi!”
“Is conversation really what you want?” his lover asked, lips to his throat.
Khouri whimpered, turning his head away. “There are things we should talk about.” Things to unpack. Questions to ask, at the bare minimum.
Navidae stared down at him, lifting a rust red brow. He cocked his head like a predator assessing a meal. “Things?” he echoed, slowly dragging himself off the bed. “What sort of things?”
Khouri swallowed, closing his legs. After so long apart, he had nearly forgotten how easy it was for Navidae to dominate. The bedroom, Khouri’s body, a conversation— It didn’t matter. He wielded it all so easily like a blade made for him and him alone.
“Just— things,” Khouri whispered, his voice cracking as he looked lower.
“Just things.” Navidae was wearing something fancier than he normally wore when just working from home. The rich black spidersilk shimmered dully in the foxfire lighting the room, chips of obsidian running along the slashed front to serve as buttons. More a jacket then a shirt, the long tails hung to the back of his knees, studded with silver thread and more stone.
As he breathed, his chest strained the fabric. Glimpses of his dark skin peeked through the low neckline. Navidae’s fingers made quick work of the stone fasteners, opening up a tempting trail that drew the eye down, down, down...
Navidae’s jacket hit the ground just as Khouri’s gaze fell to the large bulge tenting Navidae’s trousers and the dark, confident hands now unbuckling the belt just above it. Khouri took in a breath of air that didn’t quite sate, swallowing again as his mouth began to water. The belt hit the floor, and then the trousers followed them down. Khouri’s breath hitched. He forced himself to look away from his lover’s excitement to take in that knowing gleam in his eyes.
“Do you really think talking is best thing we could be doing right now?” Navidae asked, crawling onto the bed like a beast about to pounce.
Khouri cleared his throat, shaking his head a little. He scrambled to strip before he lost the use of his hands; he never could predict when Navidae felt in the mood for that, so it was always best to be proactive. “Gods, Navi, I missed you.”
“Did you really?” Navidae met him near the head of the bed, helping him remove his boots while Khouri worked on the straps of his armor. Through it all, his eyes never left Khouri’s. “You barely wrote me. You didn’t forget about me up there, did you?”
“I could never,” Khouri promised, giving up with patience entirely. He ripped apart the rest of the straps, throwing the top portion of his outfit to the floor in a heap. Navidae was just starting on the second boot, and Khouri kicked and yanked until it too came free before he threw himself at his lover. Navidae caught him easily, throwing him back down with a warning growl.
Gods, he had missed that too. The feeling of Navidae’s skin against his own felt like coming home. Khouri closed his eyes and held tight to his shoulders, kissing every inch of Navidae that he could reach. There was no finesse to any of this, no attempt to fall into their carefully orchestrated habits; Navidae wanted him too much to pull away, and Khouri didn’t think he could manage any better given how good it already felt.
“Navi,” he gasped, wedging a hand between them to wrap around their cocks. It wasn’t slick enough, and his hand was too small for what he wanted to do. But it felt good. It still felt good, even as sloppy as this was.
“Let me,” came a heated growl in his ear, and Khouri let go.
Navidae quickly encircled them both with his hand, leaving Khouri to clench his hands in the pillow and moan. Could he come like this? It was a laughable question, really. So long as i
t was Navidae, Khouri was pretty sure he could come from just about anything.
His body burned at the thought. The hand between them slowed down to a teasing stroke as Navidae stared at him from on high. His ruby red eyes were blackened with lust, his tousled hair hanging in front of his eyes. Khouri lifted a hand to brush it aside only for his wrist to be caught in a large, strong hand.
Navidae hooked a finger around the bracelet on Khouri’s wrist, giving him a curious look. “New accessory?” he wondered, lifting it up as if appraising it. “Did Sorin give it to you?”
Khouri shook his head. He felt breathless, overly warm, but if Navidae wanted to talk now of all times, Khouri could wait a bit for his release. Probably.
“I made it myself,” he said, whining deep in his throat when Navidae kissed his pulse point. “We went to see the ocean. I brought a lot of them back with me to show you.”
Dark red eyes met his in surprise. The quick, heady mood from before lightened as Navidae let go of their cocks and contented himself with rolling against Khouri gently. Had Navidae thought Khouri wouldn’t think of him like that while away?
“You didn’t have to,” his lover breathed, smiling a soft little smile that only ever revealed itself when they were alone. “I’ve read of the sea in books. I wouldn’t have minded.”
When he said it like that, it just made Khouri want to kiss him. He settled on tugging himself free from Navidae’s clutches; of course, Navidae protested it, but Khouri just gave him a look. Navidae backed off, allowing Khouri to slip off the bed to grab the pouch that had been tossed aside earlier with his clothes.
“I spent my last day finding the perfect shells for this,” he said, digging through the contents until he closed his hand around the familiar shape of the bracelet he’d worked on the entire trip home. Khouri held it close to his chest and smiled. Navidae was going to love this. “Close your eyes,” he tossed over his shoulder, knowing Navidae was watching him intently. “It’s a surprise.”
Navidae gave him a humored smile, dutifully closing his eyes as he laid himself out on the bed. Khouri took a moment to reacquaint himself with the sight of Navidae stretched out and nude, open and hard and as inviting as he’d been the night they met so very long ago. With the bracelet tucked into his hand, Khouri climbed back onto the bed and straddled Navidae’s hips, leaning down to kiss him just a little.
Navidae purred against his lips. “Is this the surprise?” he wondered, keeping his eyes closed.
Khouri laughed lightly, pulling away from Navidae’s talented mouth. “No, but this is,” he said, taking up Navidae’s hand. “You can open your eyes if you want to. I just wanted to tease you a little.”
“Naughty pet.” Navidae chuckled and opened his eyes, looking first at Khouri and then at the shells currently being wrapped around his wrist. His jaw went slack for a moment, his eyes a little wide.
“Do you like it?” Khouri whispered.
Navidae seemed too struck to say. “Khouri…” he murmured, bringing his other hand over to lightly touch the speckled red shells with his fingertips.
Khouri tied it around Navidae’s wrist, smiling at his lover when he looked at him so softly. “I always think about you when we’re not together,” he said, leaning in for a slow, searching kiss. What greeted him was a bit more than that, but he would take it gladly. Navidae wrapped his arms around him, dragging him down against his chest. Khouri parted his lips and invited him deeper, laughing when Navidae then rolled him onto his back.
“You are so perfect,” Navidae breathed, breaking the kiss long enough to grab blindly for the oil lost in the sheets. Khouri hid a smile at the thought that Navidae had been playing by himself in anticipation of this. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Khouri’s heart stuttered at the admission. He licked at his lips. “And I…”
Navidae gave him a lazy, lascivious smile. “And you…?”
Khouri bit his lip, wondering if he could… if he should. He was happy right now, and Navidae looked really happy too.
Was that enough? It was nerve-wracking to even consider it. He brought his hand up, catching Navidae by the cheek. Khouri licked his lips again, suddenly more nervous now than he had been the first time he’d ever shared this bed with Navidae.
“I have something I want to say to you,” he began, too shy to meet his lover’s gaze head on. He talked to the pillow instead. “You… don’t have to say it back. I won’t be upset if you don’t, but I just... I want to try saying this. At least once.”
A warm hand covered Khouri’s, holding it to Navidae’s cheek. “You can tell me anything you want, blackbird,” Navidae said, his curiosity kept in check by his need.
Well, if he was sure… Khouri took a deep breath, looking Navidae in the eye.
“I love you.”
There was a beat of silence. Navidae’s expression was unreadable. They stared at each other for a few heartbeats, each one pounding between Khouri’s ears and inching his nerves closer to the precipice of panic. Khouri shifted beneath Navidae, regretting everything. Why had he tried saying it?
He’d told Sorin it wasn’t the done thing down here, but he just had to—
Khouri’s eyes widened in surprise when Navidae dove down and kissed the thoughts right out of his head. He quickly closed his eyes, losing himself to the familiar warmth and taste. The bottle of oil clicked open somewhere beside him, and he grunted a little as Navidae quickly pressed his fingers inside.
The stretch was worse after so many days of nothing but traveling. Khouri broke the kiss to whine, arching his hips for more.
“So tight,” Navidae remarked, kissing the words against Khouri’s ear. He slowed down, taking it slower without needing to be asked. “So perfect and so tight.”
Another finger slipped inside. Khouri bit his lip and threw back his head, spreading his thighs wider for his lover. “Wanted to make it good for you,” he choked, Navidae rolling his fingertips against a spot that had his cock twitching. He hadn’t let Sorin fuck him in anticipation of this. It seemed it was a choice that paid off.
“Because you…?”
Navidae’s mood was good if he were teasing like this.
Khouri smiled and arched for him. “Because I love you,” he answered, the words tingling his lips and cheeks like wine.
“What a terrible surface habit you’ve come home with,” Navidae teased, trailing his lips along the line of Khouri’s cheekbone. “Did that hunter of yours teach you that?”
Khouri struggled to keep his eyes open when all he wanted to do was spread his thighs wider and surrender to the warmth surrounding him. It was easier to think once Navidae removed his fingers, and he savored the pause for the moment of honesty it was. He had to tear his gaze from Navidae slicking his cock though to make good on it.
“Maybe just the words,” he breathed, shyly meeting Navidae’s eyes. “But the feelings… Those were always there.”
Navidae closed his eyes, his smile a small, pleased little thing. He pressed one last kiss to Khouri’s lips before tapping at his hips. “Sweet blackbird,” he breathed. “Turn over for me. I want to show you how pleased I am with you.”
A part of Khouri was disappointed that Navidae didn’t want to kiss some more. Another part, the majority of him, scrambled to comply anyway. The silk dragged against his skin as he rolled onto his stomach, and Navidae really didn’t need to help him lift his hips into the air; he was doing it automatically, the impulse to submit and bare himself practically instinct after so long of playing like this. Khouri curled his fingers into the sheets, cheek propped up on his forearm. Warm hands spread his thighs. The strong, burning line of Navidae against his ass and the backs of his thighs sent shivers down his spine.
A reverent hand stroked down his spine. Navidae draped himself over him, heavy and firm, his grinning lips sharp against the point of Khouri’s ear. “Just look how well you still obey,” he praised, the knuckles of one hand skimming Khouri’s inner thigh as he lined himself up.
Khouri whined, clenching down on nothing. The anticipation was always the worst. He wriggled and bucked— “Ah, ah, ah,” his lover chided, pushing down with his full weight until Khouri’s arms gave out and he fell into the pillows and mattress. “If you’re going to rush me, I’ll just make sure to take my sweet time until you settle.”
Some things really did never change. Khouri’s face burned, his body stilling even though he wanted nothing more than to move. He might have fought more and dragged a few punishments out of Navidae if this were any other play session. Goaded him into bringing out some of the toys, into painting some new marks into his skin before finally giving him what he wanted. But they’d been apart too long for that sort of thing.
Neither of them had the patience. Navidae was already rocking against his ass and shivering slightly, tracing the shape of his entrance with the head of his cock.
“Please,” Khouri whimpered, too in need of it to be naughty. “Please, Milord. Please let me have it.” Sharp teeth nipped his ear. Khouri squeaked, and Navidae purred, “Well, if you’re going to ask me so sweetly…”
“I love you,” Khouri breathed just as his lover pushed forward, breaching him with one smooth thrust. His words blurred into an incomprehensible groan. “Oh, Inden. Navi,” he cried, clenching instinctively on the cock inside him. “I love you. I love you, N-Navi.”
“And you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Navidae whispered, rocking his hips. His voice was hard, choked. He moved gently at first and then harder and harder still until Khouri had to hold onto the sheets to keep from moving with the thrusts. He threw back his head and let out a broken moan. Though Navidae didn’t say the words back, the feelings were there in spades; Navidae would prove it in the best way he knew how.
Khouri didn’t protest it when Navidae’s hands sought his wrists. He didn’t argue or whimper or whine when they were moved behind his back. The position was uncomfortable, his spine bowed and his body completely held prone. Navidae’s weight kept him from finding the leverage to bear down or buck into the thrusts as they came. Khouri could only bare his throat for the teeth that moved to mark him, and as the pace became brutal and the grip holding him down harsh, he drooled against the pillow and clenched down as hard as he could.