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At this, Varis" face goes bright red, and he opens his mouth to speak, but just stutters. Soon he gives up and just nods his head, to which Kilvir grins, and leans down and presses their lips together. Kilvir is rather gentle with Varis, as he kisses him softly and almost affectionately. The red tiefling brings a hand to one of Varis" elven ears, and gently caresses his pale ear with his thumb, to which Varis whines in the kiss. Knowing the elf rather well, Kilvir was no stranger to Varis" soft spots, and would take full advantage of his knowledge, within reason; he respects his close companion after all. |
Kilvir bites Varis" lower lip, to which he moans in response, but doesn’t quite get the hint. So instead, Kilvir parts his mouth just enough to slip his tongue past and press against Varis" lips. He gasps slightly, and Kilvir takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into the other's mouth. Kilvir's free hand drifts down to the belt wrapped around Varis" waist, that ties his vestments together. Kilvir tugs the belt lightly, and Varis pulls away. He breathes heavily, and his eyes are wide, not with fear... but with arousal. |
"K-Kilvir...?" Varis pants, his hands shaking as he brings one hand to cup the tiefling's cheek. |
Kilvir grins as he, too, pants slightly, breath faltering from such passionate kissing. "Would you... like to? Because hells I'd love to." |
Varis tenses. "You mean... you want us to-" But he never finishes his sentence, too flustered. |
"Make out?" Kilvir says teasingly. Then his voice changes to one of comfort and sweetness. "Only if that's what you'd like, too." |
"I-... Kilvir I've never- and I thought you-." Varis struggles to collect his thoughts. |
"Shh... take your time Varis." The tiefling reassures, looking down at his companion sweetly. |
The cleric takes a breath, before he sighs. "Okay. I... with you? I would- love to, yes. B-But I'm just thinking... I thought you were opposed to this now, because of what happened when-." |
"In my past, yes. It's true, I hate any sort of physical intimacy now. But... I feel different about you, I want it to be different with you, better. I want to be intimate with you. If, that is... okay." Kilvir grows shy, not common for his person. |
Varis returns Kilvir's smile, nodding his head. "Yes... I, would not mind at all. But please guide me, I've never done anything like this before." |
Kilvir leans down and presses a kiss to Varis" cheek. "Course, I'll be happy to help, Var." |
Varis sits up, politely removing his vestments as he sits in simple, rather tattered clothes underneath; certainly not as spectacular as the religious vestments. He folds them up and neatly puts them to the side, before turning to Kilvir. The two waste no time finding each other's lips again, and Kilvir slips a hand underneath Varis" shirt, to which the tiefling gently rubs and caresses the elf's chest. Occasionally he'd use the pad of his thumb to press against Varis" now hard nipples, which in turn made Varis whine and cry out. |
Varis moves to wrap his arms around Kilvir's neck, and attempts to wrap his legs around his hips, but only manages one leg. Kilvir's other hand moves down to tug Varis" trousers, although they're impossible to remove when he's in the position he's in. Kilvir grunts, and pulls back from the kiss, before leaning down and biting Varis" neck. Varis cries out in both surprise and pleasure, and drags one of his hands up to tangle through Kilvir's long, brown hair that was still tied back, albeit a mess now. |
"Ngh... K-Kilvir..." Varis whines, arching his back as he tilts his head to the side in reaction to the tiefling's biting. |
Kilvir grins as he bites down hard on the cleric's neck, aiming to leave a mark. His tongue slips out again and licks the soft, pale skin of Varis" neck, and the elf shivers and moans loudly. Kilvir's other hand covers Varis" mouth. |
Kilvir pulls back momentarily and looks at Varis. "As much as I love the sounds you're making... we gotta keep it on the down low, kay?" And the bard winks at him, to which Varis nods his head and his eyes flutter shut. |
Leaning back down, Kilvir opens his mouth and sinks his sharp teeth into the soft skin on Varis" neck once more. Gently dragging his sharp nails over Varis" chest, and down to his stomach. Varis" hand that isn't buried in Kilvir's hair moves and grabs onto Kilvir's shirt, tugging it delicately as if to ask the tiefling could take his shirt off; and he obliges. Kilvir untangled himself from his companion, and unbuttons his blue, golden embroidered shirt, before discarding it to the side, he could wash it later. Varis" elf ears practically perk up at the beautiful sight of his infernal companion. The two large scars on the underside of Kilvir's chest are what Kilvir may call a hideous reminder of what he once was, but Varis just smiles. The elf sits up and leans forward, shyly pressing gentle kisses to the deliberate, old scars on the red tiefling's chest. |
"Varis...?" Kilvir mutters, his tail beginning to wag. |
The aforementioned elf looks up at Kilvir, a sweet smile on his face. "I know that, as much as you have confidence in yourself." Varis leans back slightly, and gently traces his fingers over the scars. "You're... less than confident about this part of yourself. You always have been... and I don't like seeing someone as proud and as confident as yourself so self conscious." |
Kilvir looks away, face flushing at the words. "But they're gods awful. They're-" |
"Shh." Varis gently cups Kilvir's cheeks with his hands and has the bard look at him once more. "They're not, okay? I know you think so strongly of them... but I think you're handsome, with or without those scars." |
Kilvir wants to argue, but for once he just wants to accept the soft, comforting words from his companion. He leans in, and rests his head against Varis', being cautious not to poke the elf in the face with his ram-shaped horns. He sighs lightly, as his tail wags and sways in delight. "Mhn, you really have a way with words... or, you're just honest. Hells, I can't say anything remotely charming when I'm like this." He chuckles almost nervously. |
Varis giggles lightly, and tilts his head to gently kiss Kilvir's hooked nose. "And that's okay "Vir." |
Their lips meet once more, and this time Varis tries to gently push Kilvir backwards to lay on the grassy ground below, but instead it seemed to trigger something in the tiefling, as he immediately pulled back from the kiss and had Varis pinned to the ground in seconds. Kilvir's breathing is heavy his yellow eyes are wide. He sits up again, guilt washing over his features. |
"Shit. Shit I'm sorry. Hells what's wrong with me... I know it's just you..." Kilvir pinches the bridge of his nose, before he drags his hand down his face. |
"I- I'm sorry if I hurt you Kilvir?" Varis" tone is genuine, filled with remorse and worry. |
"No. No. You're fine." Kilvir sighs and his shoulders slump. "You... want to keep going still?" Kilvir's voice is quieter, but genuine, a tinge of hopefulness to his tone. |
"Only if you let me know what upset you." Varis says softly. |
"I... will ruin the mood if I talk about it, so all I'll say is... please let me take control. I swear I ain't gonna force you into anything... I just feel- better, on top and in charge." There's clearly much more to this story than Kilvir's currently sharing, but Varis may find out another time, if the tiefling entrusts him with such sensitive or personal information. |
"Of course. I trust you with my life, Kilvir." |
"I... am glad." Kilvir sighs, before smiling. |
Once more the two lean in, albeit hesitantly this time, and their lips meet tenderly, before Kilvir slips his tongue into Varis" mouth, and the elf whines excitedly. In between kisses, Kilvir manages to slip off Varis" shirt, and also throws it to the side next to his shirt. Varis makes a move to reach for Kilvir's belt, but stops, instead doing what he'd done before and tug gently on the material. Once again Kilvir gets the hint, and breaks apart from Varis just long enough to remove his trousers and boots; to which he just discards to the side again. Kilvir's gaze flickers to Varis" own trousers, and Varis picks up the hint pretty quickly, so he nods his head excitedly. Leaning down, Kilvir undoes the belt, before undoing the trousers and sliding them and the boots off of Varis, leaving them besides the other clothes they had piling up. And now the two of them sat in their underwear. |
They shuffle about until Kilvir's sat up and Varis is in Kilvir's lap, legs parted and knees either side of the tiefling's hips. Kilvir cups Varis" cheeks as the two passionately kiss again, before Kilvir drags his hands down the elf's neck, down his chest, and down to his lower stomach. Varis whines a little bit, and finds himself bucking his hips without even realising it, causing a chain reaction of Kilvir moaning in response and bucking his own hips against his companion. Kilvir grins in the kiss, and takes the opportunity to nip his bottom lip for the hells of it, and clearly it does good, as another shiver goes down Varis" spine and he presses himself against Kilvir further, his hands clutching Kilvir's rigid, infernal-marked back. |
Kilvir's hands glide down to Varis" tender thighs, and his sharp nails gently scrape along the soft skin, enjoying the small little whines coming from the elven cleric. Although it seems like Kilvir was going to tease Varis, tug at the waistband of his pants and have him whine pleasantly. But he doesn't. He rests his hands on Varis" thighs, as he pulls back slightly from kissing his companion. |
"You happy to go further? I know that you... haven't done anything like this before. I don't want you to think you must do this for my sake..." |
"Kilvir. I very much appreciate your concern for me and my wellbeing, but I can assure you I would love to do this with you. I trust you, we've travelled together for gods knows how many years, and... well, I certainly know I care for you more than a friend does." Varis smiles sweetly, before glancing away. |
"I am... nervous, however. Remember I am -was- and Acolyte, we never dared engage in this sort of thing, let alone really learn about it. So... please don't be rough with me. Unless I ask..." The last words of his are mumbled. |
"Mhn, course Varis... thank you." Kilvir's voice is low, quiet, but filled with genuine, soft affection. "I promise you I'll take it easy, and you tell me the moment something doesn't feel right, okay?" |
"Yes, I promise." Varis presses another kiss to one of Kilvir's curled horns this time. "But please, you worry too much." And the elf smiles softly. |
Kilvir chuckles lightly, but sighs. Yeah, he worries too much, that's all. |
Noticing Kilvir's change in mood, Varis shuffles a little in Kilvir's lap, and smiles up at the tiefling. "May I stroke your tail?" |
"Oh- I, yes please." Kilvir nods his head, his tail flicks in anticipation. |
And with his consent, Varis reaches over with both of his hands, and gently strokes the spade, shaped like half of an arrow, at the end of Kilvir's tail with his thumbs. The scar that's drawn across the long, straight side of the tail's spade is old but certainly sensitive, so Varis keeps it in mind to avoid touching it. Despite trying to hold it in at first, Kilvir soon moans quietly, his body beginning to quiver a little. It felt good, really, really good. Kilvir wanted to let himself relax, let Varis take the control on something, even for just a moment... Kilvir takes a deep breath and lets his body un-tense, and he slumps against the elf. |
Varis, surprised by such reaction, grins in a way he's proud of his companion, and peppers the tiefling's face in kisses. Kilvir's tail wags happily and he practically purrs from the affection, and very shortly he's very much back in the mood. Almost growling in excitement and arousal, Kilvir immediately latches onto Varis" neck, biting and licking the soft skin already littered with sharp teeth marks. |
"Ah, ngh- Kilvir..." Slips from Varis, caught off guard from the sudden reaction from the tiefling, so much so he releases his hold on Kilvir's tail, clutching to his back once again. |
Wasting little time, Kilvir's hands massages Varis" thighs, softly squeezing and kneading them. The cleric squirms in Kilvir's lap, rutting his hips against Kilvir's own, his aching cock straining and begging for some attention and release. |
"Ah- fuck." Kilvir mutters whilst his teeth are buried in Varis" neck, as his hands slide up and he slips two of his fingers past the waistband of Varis" underwear, and tugs on them suggestively. |
"Ple-Please. Please please." Varis mewls as he begs, an overwhelming surge of new feelings he's never felt before completely taking him over. |
Getting rather excited, Kilvir practically pounces on Varis the way he pins the cleric to the ground, his tail high and wagging enthusiastically. Letting go of Varis" neck, there's now an obvious, red bite mark, plastered on the soft skin, and Kilvir leans back in to gently drag his tongue over the mark as if to make it better. Varis giggles at the ticklish sensation, and tilts his head to the side as if to ask for more; which Kilvir happily provides, lapping at the elf's neck eagerly. |
Varis wraps his legs around Kilvir's hips just as the tiefling's hand slips into Varis" underwear, his fingers dangerously close to his companion's throbbing cock. Varis shivers and arches his back into Kilvir more, and Kilvir's tail swishes fervently as a result. Varis pulls out Kilvir's hair tie, the long brow hair soon falling over his shoulders. The elf buries his hands into Kilvir's hair as if to pull him impossibly closer. At some point, Kilvir pulls away from Varis" neck, starting to press a trail of kisses down his chest, and then his stomach. His other hand goes up to one of Varis" ears, and he gently rubs and caresses his ear with his thumb; Varis moans loudly followed by some high pitched whines. If the others weren't aware of what the tiefling and elf were doing, they'd bloody know now. |
Just before Kilvir's hand reached Varis" cock, he pauses his trail of kisses, which was currently on the elf's stomach, and glances over at Varis again. "You're definitely okay with this... yeah?" His voice is a little breathless. |
Varis whines slightly, before breathing heavily and nodding his head. "Oh please "Vir... I... I feel so good. You make me... feel so good." |
And Kilvir can't help but smile at his beloved companion's words, before he confidently wraps his fingers around Varis" hard cock. Varis" response is almost instant as he arches his back again, whining and panting loudly; it was very clear Varis was heavily inexperienced. Kilvir was his first relationship after all, even if they're technically not officially lovers yet, but they were close enough to it. |
Kilvir's fingers gently squeeze and caress Varis" cock, drawing various lewd noises from the cleric, his body already shaking and shivering from such contact. Varis" hands untangle themselves from Kilvir's now messy hair, and his shaking hands gently reach up and grips the top part of Kilvir's horns. The sudden contact makes Kilvir freeze; he hates when his horns are grabbed, it only reminds him of when- |
But then Varis gently rubs his thumbs over the rigid horns. |
It's soft, affectionate, something Kilvir has never experienced in something intimate before. Varis is so gentle... so sweet... so... not forceful. Kilvir's body relaxes as he almost purrs, and he gets back on track, his hand that was wrapped around Varis" cock now begins to slowly move up and down, stimulating him further. |
"Ngh... ahh- Ki-Kilvir!" Varis whimpers, his soft hands resisting the urge to clutch tighter to Kilvir's ram horns. He bites his lip and leans his head back into the dirt ground below, panting loudly and heavily. |
Kilvir leans over and presses his lips to Varis" exposed throat, pulling both giggles and mewls from the cleric. Varis" hands release Kilvir's horns and instead wrap tightly around his neck, preventing the tiefling from going back down. Despite this, however, the grip is still soft, loose; Kilvir could easily break free of it if he needed to, but of course he doesn't need to this time, why would he? He trusts Varis with his life. |
Kissing this throat, up his chin, across his face and to his ear, Kilvir nibbles it slightly. "Hey, you're cool if I take your underwear off, right?" His voice is soft once more. |
"Mhn... ye-yes." Varis replies in his shaky voice. "Pl-Please do, "Vir." |
Without another word, Kilvir pulls his hand away from Varis" ear, and moves down to hook two fingers over the waistband of the elf's underwear. "Can't take it off if you have your legs around me, silly." Kilvir smiles as he practically giggles. |
Varis flushes, and unhook his legs from Kilvir's hips. "Right... I-I knew that." He then tenderly pulls his arms away from around Kilvir's neck, wrapping then around his own torso. |
Kilvir shuffles about so he's kneeling besides Varis" legs momentarily. He moves the hand stroking the cleric's cock away, much to Varis" dismay, before he uses both hands to delicately pull off Varis" last article of clothing. Wearing nothing but his holy symbol, the elf shivers and a quiet, breathy whimper escapes his lips, and his hands slide up to cover his face, flustered. Without much hesitation, Kilvir repositions himself between Varis" legs as he mindlessly discards the underwear next to the elf's vestments. Looking at Varis" reactions, Kilvir almost giggles in the way he smiles, and he places his hands on either side of Varis" head, before leaning down and pressing a few kisses to the elf's forehead, backs of his hands, even ears; and Varis only blushed more. |
Soon Kilvir pulls back, but not away. He holds his breath for a moment. There's a choice in this for both of them, Kilvir doesn't have to do anything, however now he wishes to. He wishes to make Varis feel good, but he himself also wanted to feel good. That's the nice thing about Varis; he gives him a choice. |
"Hey, Var, anything you particularly want me to do?" The tiefling asks softly, tenderly. |
"Ah... I um. Don't know. Please just... do something... I've never done anything- anything like this before, but whatever you're doing... feels good. Really, really good." Varis pants, breathless. Even then his words are somewhat muffled from his hands over his mouth. |
Kilvir nods his head with a hum. "Alright... but you better tell me if something doesn't feel right." And he leans down once more to press a sweet kiss to Varis" forehead. |
Varis smiles and moves his hands away from his mouth, giving his companion almost puppy-dog eyes, silently asking for more kisses; and Kilvir happily obliges. He moves his hands so he's resting down on the sides of his forearms so his face is closer, and leans in to smother the elf's face. Varis giggles and laughs joyously, closing his eyes as the bard peppers kisses all over his face, but he quickly turns his attention to Varis" lips, and before they know it they're making out once more. Kilvir's tongue slips into Varis" mouth again to which he moans in response, even grinding his hips up against Kilvir's. The tiefling tenses for only a moment, before rutting his hips against the cleric's in return, the fabric of his underwear adding extra friction. |
The two rub and grind against each other as their kisses grow all the more heated. Varis" high pitched mewls and whines are muffled as his hands quickly find their way onto Kilvir's cheeks, his dull nails barely scratching red skin. Kilvir's tail wags back and forth in enthusiasm again, giving Kilvir the extra confidence. Pulling away panting, Kilvir looks down at Varis, an almost nervous but anticipating smile on his face. |
"Do... Would you like to go all the way with me...?" |
Varis looks puzzled. "All the way?" |
Kilvir laughs. "You know what sex entails, right?" |
"...no." The elf glances away. |
And Kilvir only laughs more. "That's okay, but hells it's gonna be hard to explain." |
"Then show me." |
"S-Show you? Varis, it's not like showing something like a new spell, it's..." Kilvir hesitates. "Varis, how sheltered were you?" |
"Well I- I didn't think we were that heavily sheltered in the temple... of course it wasn't Mishakal's doing; the head of our temple was... quite particular, I suppose. Had a certain way things were done." Varis flushes in embarrassment. |
"I just..." Kilvir's voice goes quiet, barely above a whisper "I'm afraid of taking advantage of you..." |
Suddenly, Varis shuffles so he's sitting upright, forcing Kilvir to lean back and rest on his knees. The elf has a concerned look on his face, and places a hand on Kilvir's shoulder. "Kilvir? How could you take advantage of me? I want this. Even if I'm not entirely sure what exactly this is, I like it. It... feels good." |
Kilvir looks away, tail now curling around his own waist as he suddenly becomes rather self conscious. "I... Don't know. I..." Kilvir goes quiet. |
"'Vir? What's wrong? Are you... embarrassed?" Varis asks softly, the hand on Kilvir's shoulder moving up to cup Kilvir's cheek instead. |
The tiefling stays silent for a moment, before he looks back to Varis, letting out a deep sigh. "I'm sorry. I- I just- I should be honest with you. I'm scared." |
Varis was surprised. "Scared? Why? I thought you must have done this all before?" |
"I have. But it was against my own choices. It was forced upon me, many, many times." Kilvir shivers. "I hated it so much... but I want to do this with you. I have the choice to, for bloody once... but I... I can't move past the shit that happened." |
"Kilvir... I'm- I'm so sorry, oh my gods..." The cleric moves his hand away so he is sitting next to Kilvir, ignoring the fact he's sitting on the dirt ground bare. He slips one of his soft hands into one of Kilvir's more scarred, rough hands, a show of comfort. The bard glances down at the hand in his, and he gives it an appreciative squeeze. |
"It's fine. I-" |
"No. It's not fine Kilvir! Clearly these experiences bother you deeply." Despite not knowing the true reality of what Kilvir's traumatic experiences are, Varis is still determined to offer comfort and support for his companion. |
"But- it's stupid. It happened years ago, why does it still affect me like it happened yesterday?" Kilvir groans, frustrated at himself. |
"I'm no expert or anything... but you shouldn't beat yourself up over the fact that something traumatic happened and you're still affected by it." |
"I suppose I... have never talked to somebody about it before. I- sorry. I shouldn't burden you with this; I'm sat here in my underwear and here you are arse naked." Kilvir huffs a sigh. |
Varis speaks in a soft, sweet tone. "You're welcome to talk about it to me... if you wish. Or we could carry on with what we were doing. We can even get dressed and forget about it if you wish." |
"No- no. I wish to have sex with you, I really, really do. I'm just... trying to remind myself I'm with you, not..." Kilvir never finished his sentence as he shivers, memories flooding back once more. |
"What if I talked to you?" The elf asks quietly. |
"What... do you mean by that?" Kilvir raises an eyebrow as he looks at the cleric. |
"Well, if I talk to you, you know it's me who's with you, not anyone else!" He smiles, proud of his idea. |
Kilvir thinks for a moment, before nodding his head, the chains, jewels and pendants hung around his ram horns jingled with his movements. "That's... smart. Thank you, Var." |
Kilvir's tail uncurls from around his waist, as it begins to wag gently, excitement growing once more, along with a newfound feeling of hope. He slowly turns, and his free hand gently cups the cleric's face, as Kilvir leans in and tilts his head, Varis gets the hint. With gentle enthusiasm, the elf also leans in, as the two meet halfway, and lips meeting as they close their eyes and kiss. Their intertwined hands squeeze each other, a silent way of communicating appreciation and gratitude to one another as they embrace. |
Their kisses become heated and passionate once more, and Varis leans back as Kilvir leans forward, the two back in their position once again. Kilvir settles himself between Varis" legs as he continues to kiss the elf, and in return, Varis wraps his legs around Kilvir's hips. Kilvir's tail wags exuberantly, and nips Varis" bottom lip in excitement as they kiss. Varis mewls and squirms in return, and soon wraps his arms around Kilvir's neck. |
They kiss until they're breathless and panting, Kilvir wiping the drool from his chin. Taking a few deep breaths, Kilvir speaks again. |
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