Chaotic Curiosity

A night with unbearable heat

Lyth's POV, NSFW

The night has just started as Thenix finally finished his talk with Tholy in the Tavern. Though both of them don't show any interest in Lazarus, Tholy catches himself staring rapidly to the tieflings direction, as Thenix says his farewells and goes upstairs. To avoid any more uncomfortable glances or Feelings, Tholy stuffes his books into his arms and hasently goes out the tavern. As much as he tried to avoid glancing at Lazarus, he couldn't resist one more look, before bumping into a tall wide built man. The long brown hair falls into the stranger's face, as he looks down at the boy. Tholy not hesitating more, running pass the men, breathing out an apology, and a prayer at the same time. The men just smiling ironically after the boy, he turns back to the lights scanning over the people, before sitting at an already full table. Though he didn't seem to search for someone specific, he seems to find someone regardless.
Lazarus in his corner, feeling once again some eyes on him, forces him to a huff as he noticed the deep blue eyes, narrowing him. The smirk Lyth has put on once again brings the memory back from their first meeting.
As soon as Lazarus finished his glass of Whiskey, the hunter was already sitting beside him, ordering another glass for both of them. Questions were thrown around about the hunt Lazarus had missed and Lyth being helplessly sad about his missing presens. The glass kept on rolling to the table, lyth not able to count how many times he lifted the hand for a waitress, only pressing his shoulder more to Lazarus, and eventually having him close around his arm and on hand on his lap. The night kept on until the waitress gave lyth his final limit, forcing him to leave the place at once, him not letting go of his blueish hunting partner.
The way to Lyth's place was already familiar, knowing the corners, the cobblestone, and the stairs up to the apartment. Lyth was still able to walk straight, as he explained he had a good catch for dinner, and now would prefer some désert. The door to his camber flies open, making the mirrors rattle. He closes the door, as he was leaning into a kiss, the leg on the wooden door, his hands on the chest of his new night partner, rushing to pull off their clothes.
With much stumbles and many missed kiss attempts, Lyth was holding himself over the, compared to the bear, thin men, his Bizeps showing off every line in the moonlight, reflected in the mirrors. The kiss depends on every touch Lazarus dares to slide over Lyth's chest. The bed rises for a moment, as he unbelts first his than Lazarus holdings, before continuing to push him more into the mattress.
The position was clear for the beginning, starting rough with dry skin, but hard antler. Lyth could see the uncomfortableness for Lazarus but him as well. His breath already heating up, he asks quietly, regardless of the loud door opening stumbling and throwing clothes around "Is it fine? It will get better"
The movement finally starting to flow, with Lazarus hip movements, and Lyths thuds, it wasn't soon after the first moans appear of the wild bear. With every sound his speed increase, his bumping deepens. With his muscles tense he rises to his knees, holding Lazarus by the knees to shove him closer, grinning amusedly.
Sudden slow down settles in, before lyth takes his hardened gun out of Lazarus, to bring down his lips to his neck, slowly but surely going down. Small teases for Lazarus pleasure was within, for once Lyth only making the work with his tongue. Soon after he rises once more, to put his hands on Lazarus sides turning him and lifting his hips high enough to place it just right. He waits until Lazarus dares to glance back, before shoving it in with one strike. He slowly leans over, brings Lazarus waist just closer to him. Still, his loud moaning and growling is nothing compared to his soft whisper. "Are you alright? Still everything in place?" he asks, just to start slowly and this time more  gently.
As he steadies his moves, softly he brushes his fingertips over Lazarus' spine, examining the scars which were left from the past. Some healed evenly, some still stand out with rough edges. Lyth once saw them already, their first night they shared. But this time he dares to look, dares to touch them. He never asked what they were about, isn't allowing himself to open such wound of his.
Lazarus seemed to notice the thoughts swirling around in the mind of the hunter. Slightly he turns his head to meet the gaze of the bear. Only after the rise of a brow, Lyth snaps out of it, taking his fingers away from the scars. His lips play a playful smirk as he asks "Is it getting boring? Slow dance isn't your thing, hm?"
Lazarus puts his chin on his shoulder, sharing a wanting smile. The unspoken wish was heard. Lyth shifts on his knees, moving his hands around Lazarus sides, to the waist, down to the buns. His fingers pressing into the muscles, squeezing out their softness, his movements fastening again. This time the bear isn't up for the wild ride. He wants it controlled and willing to hit spots.
After leaving some darkened fingerprints on Lazarus ass, he moves one hand down his pelvic bones, he reaches the lightly slump snake, closing his big warm hands around it.
"You were bored. Should've told me in the first place, before making a fool out of myself" he says with a threatening growl, near to lose control of his lust to make Lazarus scream. Luckily, for his neighbors, he keeps himself under control, speeding up just slightly with his hand and his hip movement. Only after hearing Lazarus soft gasping and feeling the twitch in his hand, lyth rises, getting into a new position. Sitting down on the edge of the bed he looks at Lazarus, let him rest for a moment, and waiting for him to crawl to him. As if Lazarus heard his thoughts, he took a few breaths before he moves on hands and knees, positioning himself on the lap of the big men. He stands higher on his knee, trying to grab from behind, but Lyth stops him in his movement. He lowers the horny (heh horns) boy at his waist, looking him in the eyes. "Just relax. At least for today" he says, almost weirdly as if the connection between them both wouldn't be just sexually based. One hand makes its way around Lazarus down to his cheeks, while the other wraps the fingers around both stams. Lyth doesn't move his eyes from Lazarus, only analyzing his reaction. Lazarus makes the move by reaching slightly down brushing his lips teasingly at Lyths. As a bear shouldn't be teased, the grip got tighter, and two fingers reached the cave hole and once. By stretching out his neck slightly he tried to connect them both into a kiss, but Lazarus isn't having it. Instead, the tiefling is leaning back, grinning from ear to ear. Lyth bites frustrated his underlip, being forced to let loose of one head to reach Lazarus horns, pulling them down. "don't play too much, Lapiz. Or I will get rough, demanding for more..."
Lazarus pleased with Lyths reaction finally bends down to kiss him more passionate than meant. Lazarus arms around the thick neck, burying his fingers into the hair, pulling them so ever slightly.
Lyth moves his hands both at the same time, keeping a rhythm which Lazarus follows by moving his hips. The two pulsing hosen rubbed against each other, heating bodies to keep them from the cold winter night. As if the night doesn't seem to end, the hands tighten again, Lyth being the one to break free of Lazarus' lips. Huffing and growling more and more. It's clear it will come to an end, but it seems like he holds in. He closes his eyes, panting as he now focuses on his lab partner, rubbing the palm of his hand against Lazarus' twitching horn. Eventually, Lyth couldn't keep himself any longer. Missing the opportunity to have a climax with Lazarus. His content emptying on both of their chest mostly directed on Lazarus, he doesn't stop moving his hand, still encompassed both of their genitals. He rubs it hotter, sliding his two fingers deeper, finally opening his eyes to see Lazarus expression. Lyth didn't notice Lazarus moaning at all. It was something soft, nothing compared to his own growl. Lazarus meets his gaze confidently, not breaking the eye contact at all. He pulls on Lyths hair, as the rubbing is getting faster, bringing his face closer until their foreheads are touching. Lazarus muscles tensing in a sharp moment, him forming a word with his lips, soundless. >Lythasheu<
One hand slides down to Lyths neck, clenching his nails into the skin, as he pushes the bears head on his shoulder, finally coming to an end after Lyth loses his grip and falling back on the mattress with Lazarus on top of him.
After long minutes have passed, Lazarus rolls himself off Lyth, to blankly stare at the wooden ceiling. The deep breath of Lyth was right beside his ear, bringing the heat only back to his face. Just as Lazarus turns his face to Lyth, the hunter sits himself up and makes his way to his feet. He takes a silky robe, almost too rich for a hunter, and brushes it over his arms to cover his body. Only a smile did Lazarus receive from the big men, before being left alone in the room.
A big head of a creature hangs above the bed. His teeth protruding out of his under lip, the eyes only half open, massive horns going up from his skull, the hair having a greyish look from all the dust. It was a mountain creature, Lazarus has never laid his eyes on before. Must be new, because the last time he visited the big men, guns had their place there. The ugly skin is making Lazarus shift his eyes away from it, laying in the silence.
Meanwhile, Lyth is going downstairs to enter the first room in front of the stairs. It is a good build bathroom, one you would see in a bathhouse to wash up after. The floor is out of nice smooth stones, enough space to sit and enjoy your time resting. Lyth takes some wood to prepare a fire beneath the bathtub, waiting for it to warm up. The minutes pass with a cigar he has lit with the fire, standing near a window frame. Checking the water temperature regularly, he finally makes his way upstairs again, back to the room, finding Lazarus in an elegant pose, looking at him slightly tired but also commanding. Lyths lips twitch as if he tries to hide his smile. He goes to his wardrobe to pull another silk robe out of it, bringing it to Lazarus. It has a beige color with some red twist into it. Lazarus rises from the bed only to be dressed by Lyth. The night was well, but Lyth kept on and on. His fingertips slowly brushing over Lazarus only with a layer of silk in between, making sure to touch unnecessary places for his own pleasure. From behind Lyth leans slightly down to Lazarus' neck, bringing his hands once again around the tieflings waist, to tie the robe close. His lips touch only slightly the almost unmarked neck before he picks Lazarus easily up and carries him downstairs. In the Bathroom the air was already thick and warm, running out of the door, as they enter from the cold weather outside. Lyth closes the door easily with one foot, bringing Lazarus to one chair to undress him again and giving him some space.   "The tub is already warm. If you need more or less fire, tell me." Lyth pulls himself up on a side table to go to another chair, a bucket, and a pool of cold water waiting for him. He takes his robe off, putting it carefully on a different chair, before sitting with his back to Lazarus down and bringing the bucket with cold water over his chest. He moans slightly of the coolness, tensing first before relaxing. He continues on washing, being lost in thoughts again. Lazarus climbs into the tub, purposely facing the bear. The water was warm, but not too much as if the sports from before was enough heat collecting Already. Time goes on with silent, Lazarus narrowing his eyes on Lyths back. How does it come such a big hunter has such rich surrounding but living in a shabby area. Everything from his majestic room to the extraordinary bathroom. Even though for the dirty work, Lyth was mostly wearing expensive clothes, shiny boots and had a similarity to a Nobel man. The curiosity couldn't bear in Lazarus any longer.
"What is your stand?"
Lyth a little startled from the sudden question turns his head to the side, glancing once at Lazarus before filling another bucket.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, who are you? You surely don't seem like a hunter if you wouldn't carry your riffle where ever you go"
An amusement huff leaves Lyth. "I'm just a hunter with taste"
Something seems fishy about that statement but Lazarus knows when to drop the topic. The tiefling leans back a little, staring up to the ceiling again. Lyth finishes off cleaning, knowing not to speak which mustn't need to be known. Lazarus wasn't anything more than just a distraction from his busy life. No need to talk about their personal things. It would end up like it was meant to be. Leaving the other behind, with a rage of another broken heart.
The next day Lyth was already done with breakfast as Lazarus slender yawning into the kitchen. Two other men were in the room. One didn't care to notice Lazarus while the other politely say their mornings offering the tiefling some fresh bread with meat slices. Lyth mummers a 'morning' while passing Lazarus, going back to his room, only to come again this time with a bag and his two rifles on each side of his hips. He wraps a scarf around his neck, looking to the big guy which has ignored Lazarus completely. "I'll see you in the mid sun, don't forget to bring the boys and their wares. I don't care if you have to kick their asses for it" lyth gets a quick nod. With one last look to Lazarus the hunter leaves, both of his roommates going on with their business. Outside it seemed like the snow has gotten thicker with each day. As Lyth tries to avoid stepping into fresh snow, his mind is replaying the question from the night before. Who is he?