Kinktober - Day 27
[Asra (The Arcana) + Emotional Sex]
Summary: Having left your shop, fleeing from the plague, only two days ago, things were chaotic. You’d been working on doing up the little cabin in the woods you’d been living in, and you couldn’t deny that it was a bit stressful, well, for you at least. Asra seemed to still be in shock that you’d listened to his plea and run away with him. But as you laid together in bed for your second night under the thin blankets, Asra’s emotions were clearly starting to get the better of him. Dom!Alpha!GN!Reader
Warnings: I can’t think of any that wouldn’t be explicitly obvious :) It is pretty short though, I’m sorry :(
NOTE: This is a follow on from a previous headcanon set, recommended but not required to read this before. (HERE)
The bed wasn’t too bad actually, considering it had been unused for about fifteen years. Sure, the blankets left much to be desired, but a couple of warming charms and the magic of body heat helped stave off the night’s chill.
You and Asra were holding each other in silence, too tired to move after the exhausting day you’d had trying to make this old cabin liveable again. Today you’d patched up the holes in the roof, washed the linen in the nearby lake, and unpacked your tinned food and medical supplies. Tomorrow’s agenda was similarly demanding, so you were eager to get some sleep while you could.
Unfortunately, sleep didn’t come as easily as you’d hoped, your thoughts turning over the possible problem with your mate. You couldn’t tell if he was acting off in a concerning way, or if he was simply a little overwhelmed, something which would be more than understandable given the drastic changes in the last few days, but he was a lot quieter than normal, and when he was engaging with you, he was doing it through his scent or by whining or chirping, not with words.
You were worried. Sure, maybe this was just his way of dealing with having to leave your home behind, but what if there was something else he was struggling with. You ran your fingers through his fluffy, white hair and Asra pushed his face closer to into your neck, inhaling your scent.
“Are you doing okay?” you asked quietly, pressing a kiss onto his head.
Asra nodded into your neck but didn’t say anything.
“That’s good, Asra, but can you speak to me? You’ve been awfully quiet since we left the shop and you’re worrying me. How are you holding up? I know it’s been a lot.”
Asra didn’t respond at first, just shuffled closer into you. He was warm and solid against you, and it did help calm your fraying instincts. He was here, he was safe, he was with you, you could fix whatever was wrong.
“Asra?”
“Thank you,” he whispered finally, voice thick. “For coming with me, I-“
Asra pressed his eyes shut and put a hand over his mouth as his shaky voice cut off. He sounded like he was on the verge of tears. He took a deep breath before continuing.
“I didn’t know what to say about it, so I-“ another shaky breath interrupted him. “I just want to say thank you, for listening to me and-“ Asra couldn’t hold the flood back anymore, and he started to sob against you chest. You felt like your heart had been squeezed through a vice.
“Hey, come here,” you sat the both of you up so that you could hold him in your arms properly. “Don’t cry, please don’t cry, it makes me feel sad when you cry.”
Asra just continued to cry in your arms. The feeling of his tears on your neck made you purr instantly, your instincts trying automatically to calm him down and make him happy again. You really couldn’t bare it when Asra cried.
“Oh Asra, you never have to thank me for looking after you, for trusting you,” you whispered into his hair, rocking him lightly. You lifted his face up, using your sleeve to dry some of his tears. Asra always looked hauntingly beautiful when he was crying. Clear, crystal tears sliding down his skin, making his eyes look even bigger than usual.
You readjusted him so that he was laying back on the old bed and smoothed your hand over his head.
“Let me help you relax,” you said, undoing his pyjama shirt. Asra was still crying, but as you rubbed soft circles onto the bare skin on his chest, his breathing started to slow down. His nipples were hard because of the cold, and your hands couldn’t help but catch on them, but you ignored it. You wouldn’t make a move unless Asra gave you a sign to. “Deep breaths, Asra, that’s it.”
Asra’s breath did slow down, but as you kept catching his nipples, it started to hitch in places. A small tent appeared in the crotch of his nightwear. That was your sign. Gently, you focused on his nipples a little more, rubbing your thumbs around the areolas and tweaking the peaks. Occasional tears did slip out, but Asra was definitely calmer now as you rubbed his chest.
“You’re such a beautiful person Asra,” you cooed. “Together we’re going to fix this place up properly, make it a home for how ever long we stay here, safe, just the two of us, I promise.”
Asra’s bottom lip wobbled but he remained relaxed against the bed, so you dipped your hand below the waistline of his pyjamas and settled your hand on his hard cock. As much as you wanted to make love to him properly, you hadn’t sorted out your plan for contraceptives yet and it would be dangerous for Asra to be pregnant right now when you had no access to medical care and every major city and town in the area was being ravaged by the plague, so this would have to do.
“Alpha, I-“ Asra said in a shaky voice. “Please, I need you.”
“I’m here,” you soothed him, wrapping your hand around his cock and languidly stroking him up and down. “Can you feel me, Asra? I’m right here.”
You still had no curtains on the bedroom windows, and the moonlight was striking against Asra’s skin. His skin was far too enticing to resist kissing him all over and sucking hickeys on his chest. Your tongue swirled around his hard nipples, periodically sucking dark hickeys onto the skin around his collar bones.
Asra was humming and sighing in time with your tongue, his tears finally gone, as he enjoyed your gentle attention.
“I love you,” Asra said, staring at you directly in the eyes, no trace of embarrassment or bashfulness. He was never afraid to love you and that was one of the things you loved most about him.
“And I, you, my love,” you replied, spreading his precum all over his shaft to aid your handjob. “Thank you for looking out for both of us, for knowing when we needed to focus on each other and our wellbeing.”
Asra bit his lip, but you could see the edges of his mouth twinging upwards.
“Are you close?”
“Mhmm,” Asra hummed in the affirmative. His voice sounded tired. He always got tired after he cried, rare as that was. You needed to get him off and then cuddle him up and keep him warm for the night. You quickly grabbed a piece of scrap cloth from one of the old shirts you’d cut up to supplement bandages for your first aid supplies and held it over the tip of Asra’s cock to catch his cum.
“Whenever you’re ready, my love,” you encouraged your mate, quickening your strokes. “Cum for me, all over my hand, that’s it.”
Asra let out a quiet but high-pitched whine as he did as you asked. His breathing was quick, but much more consistent than it had been when he was crying earlier, and his damp eyes blinked slowly as the exhaustion hit him.
“Rest, Asra, I’ll be right here when you wake up, I promise.”
“Thank you.”
