#vurdit

Fae woke with a sleepy murmur as a cold, damp nose pushed against the sensitive hollow behind his ear. A warm tongue rasped along his neck, making him grumble and swat at Vurdit’s snout. The charr chuckled and squeezed the lithe little man tight, his hardness pressing insistently against the back of Fae’s thighs.

“Really? Now?”Fae rumbled even as he closed his legs and rocked against Vurdit’s erection. “You said you were tired!”

“And now I’m rested,” Vurdit rumbled in his ear, the vibrations carrying into Fae’s chest. His large hand trailed down the sylvari’s stomach, claws tickling his side, to stroke his dick teasingly. Fae responded enthusiastically, his dick hardening in Vurdit’s hand and his back arching; he hooked one foot behind Vurdit’s knee and rocked between his hand and his hips.

“Now I’m tired,” Fae said, but any complaint in his words was eased by the breathless tone of his voice. Vurdit pulled him back against his hips and rolled up against him, his dick hard against the curve of Fae’s ass. “Mmm… Vur, not to kill the mood, but…”

Vurdit rumbled and bit down on Fae’s shoulder, licking the marks as he drew his hand away from the sylvari’s thoroughly roused dick. “No interest in being fucked tonight?”

“It’s not that…” Fae tilted his head to kiss Vurdit’s nose. He twined his fingers with the charr’s and longingly rocked back against his dick again, still insistent against the back of his thighs. “I wish you could fuck me. It’s just… you’re so big. Don’t laugh at me!”

Unable to help the chuckles shaking his chest, Vurdit crushed Fae’s little body in a tight hug. Fae squeaked in protest. “I understand. Hmm… how about…”

With gentle hands, Vurdit rolled them both over so that he was leaning over the small sylvari, a hand braced under Fae’s arm. He settled Fae’s legs on either side of his hips, pulled them flush together, and thrust down against him. Vurdit’s weight pressed Fae into the mattress, pinning him as Vurdit’s dick slid hot and slick against his own. Fae moaned; his hands came up to clutch at Vurdit’s broad back as the charr thrust again.

“Vur… ooooh…” Fae’s moaned breaths came in short, fast gasps in time with Vur’s own. He let Vurdit set the pace and simply hung on, his knees pressed tightly to Vur’s ribs, clinging to him as the charr fucked him into the furs piled on the bed.

Before long, Fae was coming - his head fell back against the pillows with a sweet, high cry, and he pushed his hips up against Vur’s stomach. Vurdit chuckled again, but it trailed off into a rumbling groan as Fae worked an arm between them and cupped his hand over Vurdit’s dick; gripping Fae’s hips, the charr thrust hard into the tunnel between Fae’s palm and stomach until his pace faltered and he came with a drawn-out huff and a splatter of come up Fae’s chest.

Fae gave Vurdit’s softening dick a few lazy strokes, enjoying the noise he made in response, then wiped his slick hand on his own stomach. “Did you know,” he said, warm and sleepy with the afterglow, “that you’re wonderful? But you’re cleaning this up.”

Grinning from ear to ear, Vurdit lifted the sylvari with ease and swiped his tongue from belly button to neck. Fae shrieked, his hands grabbing at Vurdit’s disheveled mane. Another languorous lick, and he bit back a moan; giving his handfuls of hair a tug, he frowned at the charr.

“Gross!”

Vurdit, still grinning, lapped at his dick again, but he laid the sylvari back down on the bed and curled up around his skinny frame. Fae’s arms went around his neck, his head tucked up under Vur’s chin. “Mmm.. thank you,” Vurdit whispered into Fae’s hair.

Faeforton drops his elbows on the table without saying hello and props his chin in his hand. He fixes Vurdit with a sharp look, a frown pulling his lips down. "I met someone interesting today while running around looking for you! He looks exactly like you, except his horns aren't shaved down, and he's an incredible jerk. I don't recall you ever saying you had a twin."

Vurdit jerked his head up, blinking the sleep from his eyes. He shot Fae a confused look, swiveling his large head, realizing he had fallen asleep at the table. He hadn't been expecting his Sylvari lover, in fact he was hoping he'd have a couple of days before seeing him again. Vurdit ducked his head in embarrassment as Fae described who he had run into. "I was going to tell you about him eventually... It just never came up." He explained with a tired growl.

Faeforton examines Vur's face for a few moments before dropping his hand and tilting his head; his ferns, disheveled from his sprint all over the Citadel, trail over his shoulder as he moves. With how important his family was to him, he couldn't imagine Vurdit not knowing about Kepfi or Raum. Although... "I never did ask, did I... I assumed charr didn't have family. Not like humans or norn." He sighs. He's still frowning, but he seems less annoyed. "Vymor said you were supposed to meet him today, but you were late. Are you okay?"

Vurdit guiltily looks at his empty mug on the table. Anywhere but the face of the agitated and disheveled-looking Sylvari. He wasn't exactly sure why he still kept in touch with Vym. He twitches his ears and looks up as Fae changes the subject. "I'm fine, just tired. I was ...nevermind. I was just held up. I was supposed to meet with him before he left for active duty." Vurdit shrugs, still reluctant to tell the whole truth.

Faeforton picks up on the hesitation, a little crease forming between his brows. Pushing off the table, he comes around closer to Vurdit's chair, reaching out to tug gently on one of his claws. "Well, he's off now. He sounded annoyed about it. But then, he seemed annoyed in general," he mutters as he crosses his arms over his chest. "He wouldn't stop hitting me with his tail. Are you sure you're okay?" He leans forward and looks up at Vur.

Vurdit watches with rising apprehension as Fae walks over to him. He lets a huff of air out his nose, trying to seem more annoyed than nervous. "I told you I am fine. The only thing bothering me is this cheap ale." He frowns, rolling his shoulder before he settles back against the chair and away from the all-too-close Fae.

Faeforton sighs. "Alright, if you say so... you seem as grumpy as your brother tonight." He hops up onto the edge of the chair, one leg dangling down but not quite touching the floor, and leans back against Vur's side. Clearly he's already forgiven Vurdit for not telling him about Vym. "I brought leftovers from home," he says, grinning up at the charr. "And a bottle of the gin Raum bought me. They're at your place."

Vurdit lets out a grunt of surprise and stiffens slightly as Fae leans against him. The scent of pine sap and ginger makes his nose flare and he leans into the small sylvari, brushing his snout against his cheek in affection. He registers that Fae is speaking to him but his mind struggles to fight off his rising arousal. He pulls away sharply and moves off the seat. He sucks in a breath with a low growl. Realizing that he hadn't spoken a word, he quickly gathers his bag off the ground. "...We should probably go back to my place."

Faeforton nearly falls over as Vur pulls away from him without warning. He has a moment of whiplash - one moment, Vur is nuzzling him affectionately, the next pulling away with a grumble. Bracing himself on the seat, he looks up at Vur, confused. "If you want. I can go home if you prefer," he says, his reluctance to return to the Grove clear in his voice.

Vurdit shakes his head with a frustrated growl. "No no, I want nothing more than for you to stay. I just can't be too close to you right now. It's... it's complicated." He looks at Fae guiltily, tail lashing in annoyance. "Even the way you smell makes me -" He stops mid-sentence and lets out a snarl.

Faeforton blinks, then grins widely as what Vur means dawns on him, a faint blush darkening his cheeks and his glow brightening. "Is that all? Let's go, then," he says, and pushes himself off the chair. Without thinking he goes to hug Vur, but catches himself and folds his hands behind his back. He chuckles. "Is this why you're so tired? You've been thinking about me?"

Vurdit frowns, sensing that Fae had come to the wrong conclusion. He wouldn't correct the young Sylvari. The last thing he wanted was to spill the truth and send Fae running. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't thinking of throwing the blue sylvari on the table and finding out exactly how much endurance he had. "I'm tired for similar reasons. But, thank you, for understanding." He grumbles in amusement.

Faeforton laughs, reaching out to pat Vurdit's arm as he squeezes past him towards the door. "I was joking. I'd be worried about you if you couldn't stop thinking about me long enough to get some sleep." A bemused frown creases his forehead, and he stops to turn and look back at Vur. "'Similar reasons' - did someone catch your eye? Is that why you were out when I came to see you?"

Vurdit opens his mouth to reply before closing it with an audible 'click'. He's not fast enough to hide the embarrassment that flashes across his face. "Ah, well that is... you see." He rumbles before trailing off. "It was nothing serious. If I had known you were coming I wouldn't have stayed so long."

Faeforton shakes his head, still grinning, and steps up to Vur to give him a hug. His arms linger around Vur's waist before pulling away. "I don't mind. I was just worried because I couldn't find you. Don't let your brother know, though, he doesn't seem like the sort to be amused by being blown off for a fling," he says, grabbing Vur's hand and tugging him towards the door. "Not someone you're going to see again, then?"

Vurdit is prepared this time and doesn't stiffen when he is hugged. He briefly trails his hand down Fae's back in a reassuring gesture. "He isn't amused by much," he agrees, allowing Fae to tug him along. "And no, I don't think I'll be seeing them again." He snorts, his eyes lingering on Fae's backside.

Faeforton mutters something unkind about Vym under his breath, but twines his fingers with Vur's, the better to lead him along towards the ramp down to the ground floor. "Good," he says, giving Vur's hand a squeeze, "because I'd like to have you to myself tonight. Leftovers, and then..." He grins back at Vur over his shoulder.

Vurdit looks up in surprise. "Tonight? I've missed you too. But don't you want to talk about... stuff first? We haven't seen each other in so long." He grumbles weakly in protest. "Or... I could just watch." He lewdly suggests.

Faeforton, as thoughtless and reckless as he is, is not insensitive; the mixed messages Vur's giving him tonight have him confused. "We don't have to have sex. We can just talk," he says carefully after a moment of silence, glancing back up at Vurdit. "I wanted to see you, that's all." He gives Vur's hand another squeeze.

Vurdit softens as Fae's small hand squeezes his. "I'm glad you're here," he murmurs fondly. He gives a small smile, showing off his fangs and sharp teeth. "Let's not let the leftovers go to waste, hm? It's the only thing I look forward to in this place. Besides you of course." He teases, smacking Fae softly with his tail.

Faeforton jumps as Vur lashes him, but he laughs and returns Vur's smile. "See, it's much less annoying when /you/ do it." He bumps his elbow against Vur's arm, still smiling, his glow soft but visible. "I'm glad to see you too. Let's get to your place," he says, just as fond.

raum: and then they went and ate food and Fae put his feet in Vur's lap but didn't cuddle up to him