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Breaking Alphinaud	By : DarkRockman Category: Final Fantasy XIV > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3705 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Final chapter. Resolutions are go!

Alphinaud rolled the bottle of potion between his fingers and watched the liquid slosh around. This was his key to resuming his life. If he had this, he could even face Thancred without flinching.
Resolutely, he tucked the bottle away and got to work.
He managed most of the day without mishaps. Most of his time was spent with apologies for his behavior to his fellow scions. Shame stayed him from explaining the truth of his malady. Even so, his apologies were accepted.
There was only one person to whom he owed an apology left. Alphinaud didn’t even wait to confront him before downing a precise swallow of green liquid. He felt its affects immediately as a warmth through his limbs. His mind went hazy and numb.
Numb meant there was no room for fear. Alphinaud pocketed the bottle again and nodded. It was time to face the source of his fear.
He found Thancred walking towards the entrance to the Waking Sands, a bag over his shoulder. “Thancred!” he called. Just the name sent a muted shiver up his spine. The potion kept his limbs from shaking as he approached, but he stopped several paces away.
Thancred looked surprised. He might have been glad, too, but Alphinaud found it strangely difficult to decipher that expression. With the Hyur’s attention on him, his fear started to simmer beneath his wonderful shield of numbness. It did not gain enough hold to banish his rationality. It was going to work!
“Alphinaud,” Thancred returned. His eyes swept the Elezen. “I was under the impression that you could not stand the sight of me.”
“It is not that,” Alphinaud said. He hesitated, the numbness wavering slightly. Hadn’t Alisaie said four bells? This was wearing off far more quickly. He forged on. “It is not your fault. I understand this intellectually, but my instincts are not so sure. It is unavoidable. However, that does not mean you are undeserving of an apology.” He owed his head. “I apologize for my conduct, Thancred.”
The Hyur laughed lightly. “Of course I forgive you. You shouldn’t have had to apologize. This is all my fault.” His shoulders slumped. “I should have been strong enough to stop Lahabrea.”
The fear bubbled upwards through the numbness. Alphinaud pushed it down frantically. He shouldn’t even be feeling frantic. The potion was supposed to prevent that. “Where are you going?” he asked instead. He gestured to the bag and Thancred shrugged.
“Things to do, you know. No need to hang around here.”
Thancred was leaving because of him, Alphinaud realized. His heart sank through the fear and he swallowed. “I can manage now,” he asserted. “You see? I can even manage to talk without running.”
“I can see your hands shaking from here,” Thancred said.
They were shaking? Alphinaud clenched his hands into fists. “If either of us were to leave, it should be me,” he said firmly. “These are your friends. They knew you long before I entered the picture.”
Damn. The potion was wearing off far too quickly. There were three more bells before he could take another dose. His breath was already threatening to still in his chest. He took deep breaths, praying to the Twelve to grant him strength.
“You have proven more valuable to them,” Thancred said wryly. He waved. “Do not worry, Alphinaud. I will not abandon the Scions.”
“Do not go,” Alphinaud whispered. That night was starting to play in his mind again, the last remnants of his emotional shield slipping away. Even as he spoke, he backed away. “Please, don’t-!”
He tripped on a cobblestone. How plebian. The last thing he recalled was white hot light before everything went black.

Thancred saw what was going to happen as soon as Alphinaud started to back away. He dropped his bag and darted forward, but not soon enough. Alphinaud’s skull impacting stone echoed ominously.
Crap. He knelt over the fallen Elezen. There was no blood, thank the Twelve. He pressed his hand to Alphinaud’s throat and breathed a sigh of relief at the pulse thrumming strongly there. He gathered the Elezen up and headed for the boy’s room. As soon as he was settled, Thancred would seek out Alisaie. There were rumors that Brother E-Sumi Yan of the Conjurer’s Guild was around too.
There was no need to worry. Alphinaud stirred just as they reached his door. As soon as those amazingly blue eyes locked on him, there was an instant of relief. Then blind panic set in and the Elezen thrashed in his arms.
“Wait, stop!” Thancred cried. “You’re going to hurt yourself again!”
Unknown to him or Alphinaud, Alisaie rounded the corner. She took one look, then ducked back around the corner to listen. She would step in if Alphinaud was going to hurt himself, but only if. This was a good opportunity.
“Let me go!” Alphinaud shouted. He struggled to get free of the arms holding him.
“Okay, I will. Just let me get you on your feet first!” Thancred eased his feet to the floor and started to back away. Alphinaud swayed and almost fell over before Thancred grabbed him again.
“My head,” the smaller boy groaned. “It’s killing me.” For a moment he seemed to forget about Thancred. He leaned into the Hyur’s arms and rubbed the spot where his head had hit stone.
“You hit it when you tripped,” Thancred explained. He tried to keep his voice as gentle as possible, but the sound of it made Alphinaud tense all over again.
“Let go!” Alphinaud cried. His move to back away was spoiled by almost falling over again. Thancred gripped Alphinaud’s shoulders to keep him upright.
“Stay calm,” Thancred tried. The other boy thrashed again. His fist nearly caught Thancred in the eye before the other grabbed it.
Alphinaud was going to hurt himself even more at this rate. Thancred made a very stupid decision for Alphinaud’s own safety. He spun the boy around so his slim back was pressed against Thancred’s chest, then grabbed the hands that tried to claw at him in blind fear.
“I’m not going to hurt you!” Thancred shouted. “You’ll end up hurting yourself further at this rate, and your sister is going to eviscerate me.”
Alisaie tensed at her mention, but still stayed hidden. Nothing was going wrong enough to warrant her intervention yet.
This was Thancred’s worst nightmare. It was like a bizarre reenactment of the events that led them here in the first place. He was again holding Alphinaud against his will, though for very different reasons. The guilt that was always present made his stomach feel like it was full of a tonze of lead.
It was bad enough that he had been forced to violate the boy whose heart he’d one day hoped to hold. It hadn’t been him in control, but it was his body that did the deed. Gods, he had felt everything. Alphinaud had been painfully tight and his bare skin as smooth as silk. He hated every mark his hands had left. He especially loathed the blood he’d caused to flow from his ass.
He’d hoped that he could apologize to Alphinaud, and that once he did, everything could go back to how it was. With the boy too afraid to even tolerate his voice, those hopes were dashed. There was no chance he’d ever be able to love Alphinaud the way he wished.
It was too painful to stay. He was planning to leave because of Alphinaud, but not for the reasons the boy thought. He couldn’t bear the thought of causing his love any further pain.
Which is what he was doing now. He didn’t grip Alphinaud’s hands tight enough to bruise, and their hands flailed together around them. The only time Thancred restricted his movement was when it would cause either of them harm.
It felt like forever before Alphinaud tired. He fell back against Thancred’s chest with sobbing gasps. The whole front of his face was slick with tears. The Hyur released his wrists and helped him stand on his own.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Thancred repeated softly. He could see the lump on the back of Alphinaud’s head from his fall. “All I’m going to do is help you to your bed, then go get your sister. You won’t ever have to see me again after that.”
Alphinaud rubbed his eyes. “I don’t want you to go,” he whispered. “That’s what I was trying to say.” He lost his footing again and fell back into Thancred’s arms. “Just now, I remembered Lahabrea’s words. I relived that whole terrible thing. He couldn’t grab just anyone for his plan, could he? It had to be me.”
Thancred’s voice closed up. To hear Lahabrea laugh about his feelings had almost broken him. To hear him mock his love for Alphinaud, to use it against him, had hurt as badly as feeling his body’s actions. “Yes,” he admitted hoarsely. He wrapped his hands around Alphinaud’s chest in a loose embrace. Either the Elezen was too drained to fight back, or he didn’t want to. “That’s why he grabbed you, specifically. It wasn’t about disrupting the battle at all.”
Alphinaud raised his hands, and Thancred flinched. All he did, though, was rest them against Thancred’s arms. “I can’t stop being afraid of you if you’re not here,” the Elezen said. “I have a remedy for my fear. It wore off too quickly, but it lasted a bell. For that bell I wasn’t afraid.”
Thancred knew the potion. It was potent and only used in the very worst cases. “It’s been more than a bell since your fall. How are you feeling?”
“My head hurts,” Alphinaud admitted. “I feel drained.” He let his head rest against Thancred’s chest.
“Is there any fear?” Thancred asked cautiously.
“Yes. It’s not as bad as it was previous, but it’s still there.” Alphinaud sighed and looked up at the Hyur. “I don’t feel as though you’ll hurt me, not anymore.”
Thancred’s heart soared. There was hope! “Let’s take it slow,” he decided. “I do not wish for this sequence of events to repeat. Let us get into your room, and I will seek your sister for aid.”
To Thancred, it would seem to be fortuitous timing. Alisaie rounded the corner and ran for her brother. “What happened?” she demanded as she took Alphinaud’s weight. Thancred relinquished the boy he wanted to cradle protectively.
“He came to talk to me as I was leaving. He grew agitated halfway through our conversation and tripped. He hit his head hard. I was bringing him here when he awoke, and I didn’t want him to hurt himself,” Thancred explained in a hurry. “He’s worn himself out. I will go seek a conjurer.”
“Brother E-Sumi Yan is at the inn,” Alisaie said. “He has been treating Alphinaud for his condition. He will not hesitate to come.”
So the rumors were right. Thancred opened the door and watched as Alphinaud was settled in. “Do not let him fall asleep again,” he ordered. “Head wounds are nasty that way. Keep him awake and aware.”
“I know that much,” Alisaie said in annoyance. “Go get E-Sumi, quickly.”
Thancred departed with all haste. The sooner Alphinaud was looked at, the better.

It took moons for anything to happen. When Alphinaud recovered from his head trauma, he again could hardly talk to Thancred before he would have to flee. Thancred didn’t push him. He didn’t try to prolong their conversations any longer than necessary. Alphinaud knew his feelings, now, and the Elezen never minced words. If Thancred’s feelings were unwelcome, he’d have heard by now.
Their conversations lengthened beyond the duration of Alphinaud’s calming potion. Alphinaud relaxed in his presence. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they’d shared a kiss.
It almost triggered a relapse. There was still so much to be careful of. Thancred was patient, and Alphinaud determined. They kissed again, and again, and progressed eventually to a bit of foreplay. Thancred balked at letting things go far enough to necessitate the loss of clothing, though. Every time he thought of them actually coupling, he felt Alphinaud’s blood dripping down his penis.
He was determined not to repeat those events. To that end, he sought out information. E-Sumi was quite helpful on that front. The conjurer was more than happy to provide the materials that would be needed. His explanation of their use caused Thancred to only blush a little, to his credit.
After that, it was time to wait. Thancred refused to force Alphinaud into anything. He kept the items on hand, waiting for the time they would be in use. Even when their actions got him so desperately aroused that he climaxed in his pants, and he could feel Alphinaud’s erection against his stomach, he would not make the first move.
It was torture.
It finally happened, one night when most of the Scions were preparing for the move to Mor Dhona. The Waking Sands was almost empty. Thancred and Alphinaud began the night much the same as any other.
They were in Alphinaud’s bed. They didn’t lie down, not usually – the temptation was too great. Instead, Thancred leaned against the wall, with Alphinaud straddling his lap. This was the position that normally didn’t trigger the smaller man. It still happened on occasion, but not tonight. Tonight, everything would go perfectly.
Thancred clutched Alphinaud close as he let his tongue taste the other’s lips. They were sweet, and slightly damp, and so soft. Alphinaud’s lips felt like they would melt against his. When they parted, and he could delve inside, the Elezen’s mouth was paradise.
Alphinaud enjoyed his position. He squeezed Thancred’s thighs with his knees as he let his mouth get plundered. Thancred tasted of Ul’dah’s exotic spices, and it made his legs weak when the Hyur did this. No longer did this weakness taste of fear. It felt of fire and lust, and it wasn’t bad at all. He felt his penis react in its usual manner. The tight pants he wore became erotically painful.
He wanted more than these kisses. He stroked his hands along Thancred’s chest, dissatisfied that he was finding clothing. He wanted to feel those firm muscles under his fingers. When they broke for air, he tugged at Thancred’s shirt. “Off,” he demanded. He had no breath to spare for full sentences.
“Are you certain?” Thancred asked. He panted for breath as well. This was what he’d been waiting for, but it still felt too soon. His cock was standing at attention already. Surely, with his position, Alphinaud felt it as well.
“Remove your shirt,” Alphinaud ordered. The command sent a shiver of arousal down Thancred’s spine and he hastened to comply. When he was topless, finally, he looked Alphinaud in the eye. There was no fear there. Those blue orbs shared his desire.
Alphinaud wasted no time in laying hands on his bared prize. He traced the valley between Thancred’s pectoral muscles, admiring the contrast his pale fingers made against the Hyur’s chest. The skin was just forgiving enough to be enticing. When he palmed that wide expanse of muscle, he felt the firmness there. It was more than he’d imagined. He was very uncomfortable in his pants now. Feeling Thancred’s erection against his knee only strengthened his resolve.
He was tired of taking things slow. He knew his love was only thinking of his feelings, and he appreciated it. Too many nights had passed where he was left to finish by his own hand. That would end tonight.
“Touch me,” he begged his partner. “Lay me down and run your hands over me.” He arched against Thancred, which conveniently pressed his arousal against the Hyur. “I’m ready, and I trust you. Please.”
Thancred felt that hardness between the Elezen’s legs. His willpower crumbled at Alphinaud’s words. “If you insist,” he breathed. Of course he had the necessary items with him. He rarely initiated an encounter without them. If his younger partner really was ready, he was more than happy to oblige.
Alphinaud helped with the removal of his clothing. It was when he was down to his smallclothes that he stayed Thancred’s hand. “Touch me,” he requested again. He guided Thancred’s hand to his now-bare chest. “Please. I want to feel how gentle you can be.”
That did not bring to mind Lahabrea’s hands on him. It didn’t. How could he think of that, when Thancred was laying him down and granting his request? Thancred didn’t just use his hands. The Hyur stroked his chest with both hands. He put his tongue to good use.
Alphinaud thought he was going to die from ecstasy. Calloused hands that had once hurt him were gentle, caressing him rather than gripping and controlling him. They were feathery soft against skin. The sharp warmth against his skin made him gasp in delight. It was wonderful.
“That’s good,” he moaned. “Thancred, please. I need more.” He lifted his hips, indicating exactly what he wanted. “Please!”
Thancred had ideas of his own. “Be patient,” he soothed. He laid a kiss on those delightfully panting lips before moving downwards. Alphinaud watched as he took one long, smooth leg in his hands. “This is the one place that wasn’t defiled,” he murmured.
The Elezen understood. “Claim it as your own,” he commanded. He reached to caress his partner’s cheek. “Please.”
Thancred wasted no time. He ran his fingers along the limb, tasting with his tongue as he went. When he got to the dainty foot, he stroked the sole before planting a kiss there. He did the same thing with the other leg. When he was done, he wrapped his lips around the slight protrusion of hipbone and sucked, hard.
Alphinaud gasped at the unexpected sensation. “Thancred!” he gasped. His member was painfully hard. Every touch of the Hyur’s hands only stoked the fire there. He wanted more.
He wanted to do something Lahabrea would never have let him do. He sat up and reached between Thancred’s legs. “Let me,” he requested.
Thancred’s knees went weak. He hadn’t expected that, not at all. Alphinaud slid off the bed and knelt next to it expectantly. When the Hyur took too long, he cupped his member through his smallclothes and gasped. His next look at Thancred was pleading, and no more time was wasted. Thancred settled himself so that his lover was between his legs, though not before he released his arousal. It stood tall in front of Alphinaud’s lips.
Alphinaud wasted no time. He wanted to savor Thancred’s member, but his own was begging for attention. To that end, he caressed the prize that was presented to him with his hand. It was so hard that it took his breath away. He knew he was the reason for its state. He felt flattered. However, there would be more time for those feelings later. He ducked his head and pressed his tongue against the weeping tip. It tasted of salt, and sweat, and he drew the member into his mouth. It filled him, and he set about memorizing it with his tongue.
Thancred lost the ability to think. The world shrank until it was only his erection and Alphinaud’s mouth. The younger’s tongue was going to do its damndest to drive him insane with the way it kept caressing his frenulum. If he climaxed, though, that would be the end of his night. He rode the pleasure anyway, forgetting to care.
It was when he was about to come that he forced Alphinaud away. “Stop,” he panted, not expecting the word to come from his mouth this night. When Alphinaud obeyed, looking surprised and a bit hurt, he stroked the Elezen’s cheek. “Do you wish for us to take this to its end? Or will you be content with coming inside my mouth?”
Alphinaud considered the question. “I want- I want you inside m-me,” he said softly. His voice only trembled a bit.
Thancred heard the tremble. “Are you sure? You don’t have to force yourself for me.” He wanted nothing more than to make Alphinaud scream in ecstasy rather than agony, but not if the other was unwilling.
Alphinaud hid his trembling hands. “I won’t deny that I’m scared,” he admitted. “I want this, Thancred. You’ve been gentle already, and I know you won’t hurt me.”
That was good enough for the Hyur. He offered his hand to Alphinaud, who accepted it and let himself be pulled to his feet. Thancred pulled him close, pressing their unclothed chests together and ravaging Alphinaud’s mouth. The Elezen gave out a delighted whine and thrust his hips against Thancred’s. It sent a shock of pleasure up both their spines.
“Please,” Alphinaud begged. “Please, more. I’m going to die without more. Please.”
Thancred held him close. His love would beg for him, and only him. He blinked back tears and nodded. “Of course.”
He helped Alphinaud out of his smallclothes before laying him down on the bed. Before joining him, Thancred rifled through his pants pocket for the most essential part of their encounter tonight. He settled it on the floor next to the bed. Alphinaud watched his every move, especially when he shrugged out of his trousers and smallclothes.
Alphinaud knew what he’d agreed to. He knew what that would entail. He prayed to the Twelve that it wouldn’t hurt, but even if it did, it would be worth it. Deciding that, his hands still trembled. Seeing the full glory of Thancred’s erection made his nerves that much worse.
He wondered what the small vial Thancred had pulled out was. Lahabrea hadn’t had it before.
Thancred nudged Alphinaud’s legs apart. “I know how to make this painless,” he assured. “It will take a bit of time, so bear with me. I cannot guarantee it will not cause discomfort.”
“Do what you need to,” Alphinaud agreed.
Thancred remembered E-Sumi’s lessons. “The main component that makes intercourse pleasurable between a male and female is the lubrication the woman provides,” he murmured. It was too low for Alphinaud to hear. He doubted the other cared, anyway. His murmurings were right over the engorged flesh between the boy’s thighs. The rush of warm air over his erection made Alphinaud gasp.
“A coupling of two males does not have this lubrication,” he continued, still lowly. In between words, he flicked out his tongue to touch the boy’s shaft. “Lubrication must be applied.” He took Alphinaud in his mouth and sucked lightly.
The taste was so much different than what Lahabrea had stolen. It was so warm! With the foreskin in its place on Alphinaud’s shaft, the head was his to ravage. When had he retracted? It was a shame. He almost wished he’d been able to do it himself. What reaction would he have received?
When Alphinaud was a writhing mess under him, he reached for his vial. “Lubraication is best applied when the receiving partner has been distracted,” he finished smugly. Alphinaud kept making needy noises deep in the back of his throat. While Thancred alternated between sucks and licks, he dipped his fingers in the vial.
He went slow with his preparations, no matter that his erection was demanding more attention. It remembered the feel of Alphinaud’s mouth and craved more of it. While he was teasing Alphinaud with an agonizingly slow lick, he slid one lubricated finger in.
Alphinaud bucked. “What is that?!” he demanded. The panic in his voice was worrying. Thancred released his erection to answer.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized. How stupid of him. “I should have told you what I was going to do. That’s only my finger. Did it hurt?”
“No.” It didn’t hurt. It was unexpected, that was all. “What is the purpose of putting your finger inside me?”
“If you’re willing, I’ll put two more in,” Thancred explained. He moved his finger slowly in and out, spreading the lubrication as far as he could. “Its purpose is to stretch this.” He twisted his finger to prove his point. “It will be uncomfortable, but my sources say that the end result will be pleasurable.”
“If you do not stretch it, the same thing will happen as before,” Alphinaud realized. He nodded and settled. “Please continue. I request that you inform me before you repeat your action.”
“Of course,” Thancred said in relief. He’d almost screwed everything up. The hole was lubricated well enough. “I shall be putting the next one in.”
He took Alphinaud back in his mouth before putting the finger in. The Elezen didn’t know whether to cry out in pain or scream in ecstasy. He settled for a whimper. Discomfort was an understatement. He felt Thancred’s fingers inside him, and his hole burned slightly. It was far from the pain of before. He could bear it.
Then Thancred did something that was amazing with that silver tongue of his and he forgot the pain. His hands went to rub at his chest while his penis melted. It must have melted. It was on fire, a fire that spread down his legs and up his spine. He couldn’t string two words together if he tried.
“Third finger,” Thancred warned, and in it came. Alphinaud couldn’t worry about that. His whole lower region was going to spontaneously combust any second.
Thancred grinned. There was no more discomfort. He wiggled his fingers and was pleased when his lover arched into his hands. Elezen did have a prostate, he remembered E-Sumi saying. Theirs was just too far up for Hyur fingers to reach. He would have to seek it out with another organ.
“Are you ready?” Thancred asked.
“Yes,” Alphinaud panted. “I feel stretched. I want you. Please, please, put it in me.” He thought he was going to die unless he got Thancred’s member. There was nothing to support him, not now. He needed it.
Thancred nodded. He gave Alphinaud one last, savoring suck before pulling away. He removed his fingers with a wet pop. It made the Elezen redden in embarrassment. Thancred pretended not to notice, even though he thought it was entirely adorable. Instead, he focusing on making sure his member was completely slick. He was not going to take a chance.
“I’m going in,” he warned. He leaned over Alphinaud, one hand planted next to the boy’s head for support while the other arranged skinny hips.
Alphinaud gripped his arm in a bruising grip. “I’m ready,” he whispered. It was happening. Thancred was going to be inside him, and he’d asked for it. He wanted it so badly he could die. Even so, his body remembered the last time this had happened. It tensed up expecting pain.
Thancred nodded. “I love you,” he said sincerely. “Please know that, Alphinaud.”
“I know,” Alphinaud replied. “I love you too.”
His entrance was so smooth. It was as easy as any woman he’d slept with. Alphinaud made a slight noise of discomfort, but he didn’t ask Thancred to stop. He just clung tighter to the Hyur. It was only discomfort, not pain. He would deal with it.
It was when Thancred was almost fully in that his partner writhed unexpectedly. There was that prostate! Now he knew where to aim with his thrusts. He could give Alphinaud as much pleasure as he was getting. The younger man was still tight, there was no doubt about that. The only slickness came from the lubrication, though, and that gave him hope.
Alphinaud didn’t wait for his body to adjust to his partner. He wanted to feel that lancing jolt of electricity up his spine again. “Move!” he demanded when Thancred acted like he would hesitate. He brought his hips up to punctuate his statement.
He’d never climaxed with another before, only his own hand. He felt like he would explode without even a direct touch. It felt different already, like banked fire only needing a breath of oxygen to flare.
Thancred obliged him. The pace he set drove Alphinaud out of his mind. The normally quiet Elezen was quite vocal with his pleasure. The way be bucked against the Hyur would easily be mistaken for a struggle were he not dripping pre-ejaculate everywhere. The fluid smeared across his stomach and Thancred’s with their motion.
Thancred pulled Alphinaud close. The smaller man’s ass was pulling him in with each thrust, and it was maddening. This, combined with Alphinaud’s ministrations earlier, were going to have him finishing quickly. He reached between them and took hold of the slippery member between them.
“Shit!” Alphinaud yelped. It was the first truly filthy word Thancred had ever heard him say. The reason why was evident, as not two seconds later his whole body seized. “Thancred!” he cried. His orgasm was wrenched from him with such force that he whited out. It felt like when he’d banged his head before, only this whiteness was hot and splattered over his stomach and Thancred’s hand.
Thancred grunted as the passage around him gripped him tight. Gods! He held the other boy as he rode out his orgasm. He was so close as well. Just another few good thrusts and he’d finish. Alphinaud whimpered something incomprehensible in his arms.
“I’m going to finish,” he said softly. “It won’t be much longer.”
Alphinaud nodded.
Thancred resumed his thrusts. The tighter passage around him made controlling his pace impossible. “Sorry,” he gasped as his hips pounded into Alphinaud. “Not longer. Love you.”
Alphinaud squeezed his waist with his knees. Even after his completion, Thancred’s thrusts felt good. It didn’t drive him out of his mind again, but he wouldn’t complain. “Keep going. You’re fine.”
A few thrusts later, Thancred climaxed with a grunt. The hot seed spilling inside Alphinaud warmed him up from the tip of his tailbone to his heart. He felt so full, and it was wonderful. He wrapped his arms around Thancred’s neck to keep him close until every single drop was inside him.
There was no more fear. His attack before felt like it had happened to another. All that he cared about was that Thancred was in his arms and he was loved.
It was when the Hyur’s member softened that he finally pulled out. Alphinaud sat up with him, unwilling to let him go, and remembered the only uncomfortable part of both experiences. Thancred’s semen seeped out of his hole and smeared on his bed.
“My bed is not fit to sleep in,” he sighed. Feeling it dribble out wasn’t uncomfortable, really. He didn’t feel like sleeping with semen coating him.
Thancred kissed him. “My bed is,” he said shamelessly. “Let’s get cleaned up.” Another kiss. “I’m only a few corridors down.”
Alphinaud nodded, then gave Thancred a kiss of his own. “Thank you,” he said.
“For what?” the Hyur asked.
“For being gentle. For understanding. For making me see stars.” Alphinaud slipped out of Thancred’s arms and made for his wardrobe. His lower body decided to protest and he sat down again. Which spread more semen everywhere. “I can’t walk,” he sighed.
Thancred smirked. “I’ll get you cleaned up,” he promised. Then he winked. “Maybe I can make you scream again.”
“I do need to be able to walk tomorrow,” Alphinaud pointed out. It wasn’t a bad idea. Maybe Thancred would let him top this time.
Nah, he decided when Thancred lifted his newly-cleaned self up, that was too much trouble. Maybe next time.
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