Winter Storm

He initially flinched at the potent taste of his own cum in his mouth, but still greedily lapped up the liquid drenching Enfenim’s palm before grabbing his wrist and pulling the elf’s fingers into his mouth to suck them clean. Lain moaned around the fingers in his mouth, quivering as he felt the splash of Enfenim’s cum thoroughly painting his insides. A soft whine escaped him when he felt him pull out so quickly, feeling hollow and empty without his icy cock stretching him out. He quickly forgave him as their lips collided, both still wet and filthy with a mixture of their seeds. Lain melted into their kiss, swapping their mixed loads back and forth between them before swallowing down the majority of it. He groaned against Enfenim’s mouth, his cock overly sensitive at the moment as his hips bucked and he grinded against him.

The frost traveled up his body emanating from where the two of them were still connected, burning and stinging all the skin that it touched.  He shivered, instinctively leaning back against Enfenim as if to steal some nonexistent body heat from him.  It did not give him the instant relief he was looking for, but Enfenim’s body insulating the warmth rolling off of Lain did melt some of the frost off his ass.  Rivulets of water dripped down their bodies, instantly refreezing when they touched the ground. 

Lain's body seized around Enfenim's cock as the lycan erupted across his palm, his knot swollen and blown, Lain spilled over the elf's fingers and splattered the stones about the room. Frost itched its way across the semen already but Enfenim was quick to bring it to Lain's lips as he pushed the other's load into the other's mouth. Constricting like a vice around Enfenim's cock, the lunar creature was pushed over the edge; a few final thrusts into the other's impossibly tight hole and the elf finished inside of him. Cumming into Lain's ass as he continued to push back and forth until his cock was too sensitive to continue.

“Don’t fucking stop,” Lain ground out, shuddering as he was completely stuffed once again only for Enfenim to nearly pull completely out of him and ram his cock back inside. The feeling of the elf’s icy shaft drilling into his molten core surpassed even the most depraved fantasies he had conjured up the many times he had thought about the elf, the regret he had felt for not initiating contact sooner. The waves of euphoria that rolled through his body would come to be just as addicting as the drugs Enfenim peddled, if not more. All coherent thoughts were currently being fucked out of him, the only ones that came to be were about the elf that was pounding into him this very moment. The way their fingers interlaced against the castle wall felt oddly intimate compared to what the rest of their bodies were doing. Lain did not directly acknowledge it because he did not want it to stop, his hands flexing under Enfenim’s grip as his nails bit into the rough stone wall they were braced against. 

Mewling something pathetic, Enfenim grinned against the frantic way that Lain's body responded against his own. Cock buried in the lycan's ass, he fucked the man against the wall and into the fist he'd curled around Lain's cock. Tight and submissive, he could feel the way the other tensed around him, how Lain's cock had started to swell. Naturally the elf still had some plans, so the hand at Lain's waist left to cradle the base of the lycan's cock as he carrressed at the point where the knot would form, the other worked over the top of the man's shaft, up and down, certain to catch whatever spat from Lain's cock in his palm.

The sensation of Enfenim’s cold tongue against his hole was unlike anything Lain had ever experienced.  Vampires weren’t really his type, and Robin was the only other elf he had hooked up with until now and she always felt warm. He gasped sharply when Enfenim slapped his ass again, the raised welts in the shape of large hands seemed to sting more harshly due to the chill in the air. It hurt, but it was a good kind of pain.  The kind he liked.  The kind of pain that made his cock hard. 

Pleading whimpers fell from the lycan's lips as he bore down upon Enfenim's swollen cock. Wrapped in the constricting vice of Lain's hole, the man's body tensed and recoiled around him as it throbbed in an almost painful grip. Enfenim could feel the way the lycan responded on a physiological level, how his body wanted to naturally reject the sudden intrusion juxtaposed to the blithering moans that fell from Lain's lips. A ruined mess of desire that held onto Enfenim's cock like a lifelines, begging for another, begging to be completely devastated.

“When you come are you going to turn this room into a fuckin’ snowglobe?” Lain joked breathlessly, watching the frost consume the surfaces of all the objects in a radius around the elf. The lycan shuddered but not from the sudden drop in temperature, instead at the mere thought of Enfenim’s ice cold cock sinking into his warm body. The ice that radiated from Enfenim might have made him nervous, but the telltale burn of frostbite never touched him and the wet tip of his cock had yet to freeze to the wall he was facing. He did accidentally scratch Enfenim earlier, so if he wanted to turn him into the world’s horniest ice sculpture then so be it. 

"You can be frosty." Lain's praise had Enfenim grinning against Lain's hole, teeth bared as he playfully nipped at the sensitive skin around the lycan's hole. Face buried once more between as the elf's tongue curved inside the creature's intense grip, the recoil on these beasts was something remarkable, and the heat that radiated off of them contrasted against the cold that naturally radiated off of the help. Enfenim drew back a bit before he smacked Lain's ass again, for more reasons than one the lycan would be limping out of here, opting to stand for most of likely today and tomorrow.

The combination of Enfenim's hand roughly working up and down his cock with the intense eye contact shared between them coaxed a pathetic little moan from the lycan. His mind short circuited when Enfenim asked him a question, all he could do was nod eagerly in response. He immediately missed the sensation of his hand working his cock when he released it, but it was for the better because Lain would not have lasted even a few more minutes if Enfenim kept that up.  "Fuck," He gasped when he got on his knees in front of him, the sight of his crush kneeling before his leaking cock was something he made sure to burn into his memory. 

That pathetic little whimper that came from Lain's lips only served to make Enfenim's cock that much harder, pre dripped from the tip as the lycan moaned just at the sight of him. His hand moved over himself as he rode up the length of his shaft and twisted his grip at the crown before it came back down again. "It's warm," Enfenim commented, "like there's something slithering under my skin," his free hand moved idly across his chest, then up his neck as his lips parted unnaturally, lashes closed like some possessed serpent. He'd relish in this feeling, if only for the night, though he had no problem returning here when the occasion demanded it. Frost etched at the stained glass of the window, crawled across the mirror as the stones beneath the elf grew progressively colder. He needed to be mindful of his ambiance, so when Lain turned to face the wall Enfenim breathed against him just in case this turned into a snow storm. Fortunately, the lycan was predisposed to an elemental resistance.

He still held onto Enfenim’s cock as he reached for the vial with his free hand, holding the glass up to reflections of multicolored bands of lights from the next room over that danced across the walls they were backed against. He examined the fine powder encased in glass, the lights flickering rainbows across the individual crystals. He let his words sink in, that he was more use alive than dead. Lain glanced back up at Enfenim, then back at the vial, before lifting the container to his lips and opening the lid with his teeth.  He spit the cork that was sealing the container on the floor between them. “How does that saying go? My dick has led me to places I wouldn’t go with a gun.” Lain’s fingertips curled around the tip of Enfenim’s cock, holding it level and parallel to his face as he very carefully sprinkled a blot of powder from vial along the thickest part of the shaft.  He used his nails to lightly rearrange the powder into a line that spanned a couple of inches of Enfenim’s cock. 

Iridescent dark and blue, Lain tipped the vial and emptied a tidy pile on Enfenim's cock, rearranging it with his nail before he took the rail in a straight line. The effects settled in quickly as the elf watched the lightheadedness resound over Lain's features; the lycan tipped forward, face against the line of Enfenim's hard, throbbing cock. Hefty, Lain's assumption had been correct but that hadn't deterred the lycan from lining the compound along it. Lain's nails dug in, maybe deep enough to draw blood, Enfenim couldn't say and neither did he particularly mind. Instead he was transfixed by the man beneath him who exhaled a shaky, warm breath along Enfenim's otherwise cold skin.

"Something new I've been working on, it's a compound of a few things, I'm still work shopping a name." Everything else was spoken for, pixie dust sounded like something out of a YA novel where the main characters turned out to be a brother-sister couple. "Ziran and silkroot are involved, but the rest is a designer's secret." Enfenim breathed against the lycan, as he sighed cool air washed against the curve of the wolf's neck. They'd been in this proximity before, close enough to touch or break but neither ever made the leap. Naturally, Enfenim had thought about it, and it was plain as day to him how badly the lycan wanted the elf to cross that threshold. Again, Enfenim revelled in it. "Deal." Enfenim placed a hand on the other's shoulder and guided Lain to his knees before deft fingers worked over the front of his trousers and pulled his already semi hard cock out before he pulled on it a few times for good measure. Lain was going to need a hard surface, but he'd leave the rest in the lycan's capable hands as he extended the vial towards him. "Careful, it's potent."