#vymor

Vym ran his hands up along Fae’s tense, trembling thighs, admiring the view above him - the thin little sylvari, spread open on his cock, cheeks flushed and glow bright, his own hardness rising between his thighs. His breath came in quick pants. A roll of Vym’s hips drew a moan out of Fae, the pressure making his legs quiver along Vym’s thighs. Fae pressed a hand to his own stomach, and Vym grinned. Something had occurred to him recently - an interesting idea, born of observation of his little lover, and the thought of investigating further was… intriguing. Fae seemed overly sensitive to certain aspects of charr lovemaking.

With a grin, Vym thrust up into Fae, jolting the small sylvari on his lap. Groaning, Fae’s fingers pressed flat to his belly.

“Feel that?” Vym rumbled, gripping Fae’s hips and pulling him down hard on his cock. Fae gasped; his toes curled against Vym’s thighs. “That dick deep inside you? That’s gonna pump you full of cum. I’m gonna fuck a cub into you tonight.”

Fae tightened around him, a blush darkening his cheeks even further - his eyes snapped open to shoot Vym a startled look, and the charr couldn’t help but grin, resettling his grip and beginning to thrust up into Fae with quick, rolling snaps of his hip that kept him settled deep in the sylvari’s body. Fae’s hands found their way to Vym’s wrists as he gasped.

“Vym, wh - a-ahh!”

“You like that idea? You want me to knock you up?” Vym’s grin widened at Fae’s answering moan, helpless and heated, his fingers clutching at Vym’s wrists. “Vur and I are gonna work you over next heat, keep you so full you’ll be dripping - pass you back and forth until you’re swollen with our cubs - ”

Fae came with a sharp gasp, tightening around Vym’s cock and cutting the charr’s words off in a rumbled groan. His fingers dug into Vym’s forearms and he ground down on his lap, biting his lip as he came. Vym huffed out a laugh and thrust up into Fae, hard, bouncing him on his lap until the charr filled him with a hiss - Fae moaned as Vym pulsed inside of him.

“Yeah,” Vym sighed happily, lifting Fae and sliding out of him. He pushed two fingers in and spread them in search of the come he’d left inside. Fae shivered. “You like that idea? You’re strange, little one.”

Vymor hastily shut the door behind him as he entered the shabby apartment, cursing how crowded the canton was today. He furrowed his brow, scenting something strange in the room. He flicked an ear then peered into the dim room, calling out to his brother. "Vurdit?"

Faeforton poked his head out into the main room without getting up from where he's sitting on the balcony. "He's out," he called back, squinting into the dark room. He couldn't quite place the voice... "He said he'd be back in a few hours."

Vymor jerks his head towards the voice, his eyes adjusting to the room. He let out a quiet scoff, recognizing the weed. He placed a rolled-up piece of parchment on the table, seeing no other available spaces. He approaches the tiny balcony, it looked large enough to only hold one person at a time. He hung back in the doorway, towering over the sylvari. "I'm surprised that you're still around."

Faeforton looks up at the charr standing over him; he's sitting with his legs dangling out over the ground far below, since the railing is roughly eye level on him standing up. He frowns, brow furrowing. "Why?" He asks, bluntly. "Thought you'd scare me off him? You're not that impressive." With that, he looks back out over the balcony's edge.

Vymor chuckles. "I was sure you'd be tired of him by now. Sylvari are all so curious. Moving from one thing to the next." He pauses in consideration, leaning against the doorway. "In a way I'm almost glad you haven't let. Almost." He grins.

Faeforton looks back up at him, but doesn't say anything right away; he eyes the charr above him. "That's racial profiling," he says without any real irritation in his voice, and gets to his feet, dusting himself off. "Are you saying you'd miss me? Let me in." He makes a shooing motion at the charr.

Vymor lets out an annoyed huff. "I'd very briefly miss you." He growls and backs out of the doorway to let the Sylvari inside, swishing his tail at him. He crosses his arms. "Is this about money? Would you leave if I paid you? Or perhaps he pays you for certain services." He leers at the innocent-looking Sylvari, trying to puzzle him out.

Faeforton scowls at him as he ducks by. "Why do you do that? I know you're just trying to annoy me," he says. "Or is it really that hard for you to believe that I like your brother?" He heads to the sink and gets a drink, using his cupped hands rather than bothering with a glass. "Plus, I mean... OBviously I'm not in this for the money." He gestures around.

Vymor scowls back. "Well then, Vurdit and I aren't so different. Why don't you like me as well?" He challenges, plopping down on the couch without averting his stare from Fae.

Faeforton dries his hands, then leans back against the sink and quirks a brow at Vym. "You look like him, but you don't act anything like him. At all." He crosses his arms and studies the charr, brow furrowed. "Do you even care if I don't like you?"

Vymor waves a hand and huffs. "I wouldn't care so much if I knew why you didn't like me. I've only offered you my protection and a place to stay. Are all Sylvari so rude? Vurdit should have stuck to charr." He grumbles, picking at the couch with his claws.

Faeforton makes an incredulous noise, pushing off the sink to cross over and stand in front of Vym. He plants his hands on his hips. "And coached it like I need taking care of! I don't," he says. "You're rude and condescending. I don't... dislike you, you just haven't give me a reason to /like/ you."

Vymor leans forward and grabs the strap of Faeforton's chestguard, pulling the salad even closer. "I disagree, Little one. I could rip your throat out right now." He growls close to Fae's ear. He releases Fae and drops back against the couch. "I'm sure I have plenty of likable qualities. You just haven't noticed them yet." He retorts.

Faeforton pales, but he slaps at Vym's wrist before the charr releases him. "Let /go!/ If you want me to like you, maybe you should try something other than intimidating me!" He moves away from the couch, out of Vym's reach, and scowls back at him. "What do you even want from me? I mean, are you done here?"

Vymor frowns and makes no move to follow Fae. "Sorry, maybe that wasn't the right way to make my point." He grumbles and stands up, stretching. "I'm done here. Tell Vurdit I stopped by." He barely gives Fae a second look as he passes him to the door.

Faeforton calls after him, "Fine! Jeez." He grumbles and climbs onto the couch to take the spot that Vym vacated. "Vur being standoffish and weird, his brother being a jerk... Charr." He folds his arms and settles back in the corner of the couch.

Vymor pauses outside the doorway before peeking back in. "Weird how? And I'm not a jerk, you weed." He crosses his arms and scowls at the blue Sylvari. His interest was piqued though.

Faeforton stares at him. "You grabbed me and told me you could rip my throat out. You're a jerk." With a sigh, though, he looks away and kicks at the furs. "He didn't want me to touch him, even though he seemed like he was..." He blushes a bit, but waves a hand. "Interested."

Vymor chuckles. "I could but I'm not fond of eating vegetables." He teases. The counter lets out a groan as he leans against it. "Hm... Interested but not interested, huh?" He raises a brow as he comes to a conclusion. "I suppose that would explain why he was late for our meeting. You should be honored that he cares so much for you. Judging from your size, you wouldn't last more than a day with a Charr of Vurdit's size." He tsks, more than slightly amused.

Faeforton huffs, ensconced in the furs on the couch. "Except, I'm sure you've figured this out, I've survived. Repeatedly." He's blushing as he speaks. "I don't understand why this once he decides to 'spare' me. I wouldn't have minded..." Scowling, he pushes the furs around with his heels.

Vymor, although amused, feels sympathetic towards the obviously confused Sylvari. "I'm afraid we're not on the same page, Little one. I'm talking about a Charr's heat. It's very different than regular lovemaking. It's a blind lust, you fuck to breed. Pleasure is just a bonus. I'm sure that someone of your stature would be overwhelmed by four straight days of being 'bred'." He grins.

Faeforton doesn't reply at first; he blushes deeply, his cheeks darkening rapidly as his glow brightens in the dim room. He fidgets on the couch. "...Vur didn't tell me about that. I didn't know that charr went into heat." He pulls at the furs, still blushing furiously. "Why doesn't he ever tell me anything! I would have understood. And I'm... I'm not as delicate as you think I am."

Vymor enjoys watching Fae blush and fidget on the furs. If he was in his head there would be nothing stopping him from pouncing on the Sylvari. "He probably didn't want to scare you away." He scoffs. He eyes the Sylvari, "No, I don't believe you are delicate. But there's no way to tell how you'd fare."

Faeforton paused at the top of the ramp to catch his breath. The Black Citadel was charr-sized, and while the giant ramps were easier than giant stairs, racing around still left him winded. Getting anywhere took forever - the only time he missed the Grove was when he was visiting the Citadel. He straightened up after a moment and pushed his braids back. No Vur in the market, no Vur at the bank, and no Vur at the bar... but there was a sandy fluff of mane peeking over the back of a chair that looked familiar. "Vur?" He called out, jogging over to the table.

Vymor sunk in his chair as he heaved a sigh. He'd been waiting an hour now for his brother and was ready to give up. It was unlike him to be late, but a lot had changed since his twin had become a gladium. As well as becoming involved with a... Sylvari. His ears twitched at the sound of pounding footsteps coming up the ramp. A voice called out, making him turn his head. He stared at the empty air, swearing he had heard someon- 'oh'. He glanced down at the small blue Sylvari, finally taking notice of him.

Faeforton huffed in disappointment as he came around the side of the chair - definitely not Vur, though the charr did look uncannily like his favorite gladium. "Sorry," he said once the charr figured out how short the person he was speaking to was. "I thought you were someone else... You haven't seen a charr that looks a lot like you, have you?" Fae made a little swooping gesture by the sides of his head. "Capped horns, though."

Vymor gave the Sylvari a once-over as he babbled on. It didn't take him long to figure out who he was looking at. He openly scowled, "I suppose you're looking for my brother. I'm surprised he picked such a ...petite lover." Vymor gave the blue salad an incredulous look.

Faeforton leaned back and stared at the charr, his eyes scanning over him. Same mane, eerily similar faces... if it weren't for the horns, Fae could have mistaken him even from the front. "Vur never said anything about a brother," he said with only a trace of sulk, his eyes fixed on the charr's face. "I'm small, yes, I've been told - have you seen Vurdit?"

Vymor rests his head on his hand. "He's a gladium and a guardian with a Sylvari lover, yet the one thing he's shy about sharing is his own twin. Should I be concerned or flattered? Anyway, he was supposed to meet me here about an hour ago."

Faeforton, grumbling, leaned against the chair and crossed his arms. "I've been all over the Citadel in the past hour and I haven't found him. He's not at home. Not even a note," he said, the sulk obvious now. He glanced up at the charr again. "Didn't even tell me... what's so bad about being a gladium? Vur won't talk about it. Oh... I'm Faeforton. Although I suppose you might know that already..."

Vymor rolls his yellow eyes. "You shouldn't be running around the Citadel by yourself, much less the gladium canton. All you need to know is that gladiums are bad company." He snorts, standing up suddenly. He smacks the sylvari with his tail.

Faeforton staggers back, swatting the charr's tail down and out of his face. "I get enough lecturing without the help of strangers, thanks all the same. I can take care of myself," he snaps. "All he did was leave his warband! That alone makes him 'bad company'?"

Vymor peers down at the feisty Sylvari. "Those who abandon their warband are branded as gladiums. That's how it's always been, and how it will always be. I can't say I'm not disappointed in his choice. But, the least you can do is prove that his decision wasn't a stupid one." He exhales a gust of hot air through his nose as he leans over the Sylvari. "If you plan to stay in the Citadel longer, you should consider staying with me. Vurdit obviously isn't around to watch you." He grumbles, suddenly switching tunes.

Faeforton can't deny that the charr looming over him is intimidating; he takes a step back and cranes his head back to look up at him. "You're hitting on me and I don't even know your name," he says, folding his arms over his thin little chest, one brow raised. Not that the charr isn't attractive -- Fae gives him another look over, now that he's standing -- but... "I don't need watching over, not by Vur and definitely not by you."

Vymor narrows his eyes and shakes his large head in disgust, his mane swishing with the motion. "You're almost as stubborn as a dolyak refusing to go down stairs. My name is Vymor. If you end up in the stockades, remember to send for me." He offers non-helpfully as he walks past the Sylvari, purposefully thwacking him with his tail.

Faeforton makes an irritated noise and grabs Vymor's tail, giving it a solid yank. "Stop that! Sylvari walk around the Citadel every day. There are two living right next door to Vur!" He hasn't let go of his tail yet - he's not pulling anymore, just preventing Vymor from hitting him again. "Help me look for Vur, then, if you're so concerned."

Vymor makes a noise somewhere between a surprised growl and a snarl as his tail is yanked, making him stop dead in his tracks. He swivels his head and bares his teeth at the Sylvari. "You're bold for someone so small. But, I will help you find Vurdit if it means I won't have to worry about you terrorizing anyone." He snaps huffily.