The Dare of Truth [slash]

Chapter 21

Eondar, despite having formidable self-control, decided after a few minutes that he couldn't bear Fyn's exploring hands any longer without doing something himself. He gently caught those curious fingers in his own and leaned down to kiss Fyn.

However, it wasn't the most comfortable of positions due to their considerable height difference, and the lifebearer tugged Eondar over to the bed.

The sire sat down, and now it was Fyn's turn to lean down slightly for a kiss. He was still fully clothed, but that would change now. Not breaking the kiss, he started unbuttoning his own shirt.

Eondar was more than happy to help, and after a few moments, the last barrier of cloth between them fluttered to the ground.

Before he could lose his nerve – or his leg could fail him, the lifebearer climbed into Eondar's lap. Immediately, their erections brushed against each other, sending jolts of pleasure through their bodies. Fyn shuddered. He knew this was getting serious now, and despite everything, he still felt horribly nervous.

The sire noticed it, however, and gently rubbed Fyn's back to calm him. "Remember, you set the pace," he said softly.

Fyn nodded and took a deep breath. He wanted this with all his heart, he reminded himself, and he had already gone through far worse things. He could do this. Slowly, he started grinding his hips against Eondar's and was rewarded with a muffled groan.

Both of them weren't able to keep this up for long since it was still not enough. Panting, Fyn looked down into Eondar's glowing eyes, seeing nothing but love there – love and barely restrained passion.

Passion for him.

That did it. The lifebearer took one of Eondar's hands holding his hips and guided it to his entrance. He didn't trust his own fingers to do the job, and he wanted to feel his lover touching him inside.

For a moment, Eondar seemed surprised, but then he complied. Infinitely gently and carefully, he started stretching the lifebearer's opening. It took a while until he was able to get even two fingers in, but if Fyn's helpless little moans and gasps were any indicator, it felt far from uncomfortable.

"It's okay," Fyn finally whispered as he finally felt sufficiently relaxed. It had taken him a while to let go of the terrible strain inside his body and stop clenching up, but then it had felt so natural and wonderful... and still not enough to quench the fire inside him. He knew that his body was built to bear this and enjoy it, and all the worries and fears were just in his head. Years of mistrusting sires had made it incredibly hard to let go of those worries and fears, but he had to remind himself constantly that this wasn't just any sire. This was Eondar, and he would never hurt him.

And for that exact reason, the sire didn't seem entirely convinced. He frowned, suspecting Fyn of just being brave. "Are you sure?" he asked.

The lifebearer nodded. He pushed himself up so Eondar could guide himself inside. Fyn held tightly onto his lover's shoulders and then slowly sank down again as he told himself to relax. Almost unbearable seconds passed until the lifebearer finally let go of the breath he had been holding and felt his lover penetrating him completely. It was a strange feeling, on the edge of hurt, but at the same time... Fyn wiggled a little with his hips to get more comfortable and suddenly felt a flash of pure lust shooting through him. He cried out in surprise.

Eondar had watched his reactions intently, waiting for Fyn to be ready, although it took every ounce of self-control not to throw his lover onto the bed and ravish him. This was his cue, however. Holding the lifebearer tightly around the waist to keep him from losing his balance, he started to move as well.

Both were entirely lost within seconds. Fyn helplessly clung to his lover's neck, trying to continue breathing despite the incredible pleasure burning all of his nerve endings.

"Oh gods, please..." he whispered, not really knowing what he actually begged for.

But Eondar understood. With a swift move, he turned them both around, carefully letting Fyn sink backwards into the mattress. In that position, he had far better leverage. A tender kiss was placed on Fyn's right lower leg before Eondar lifted it over his shoulder and out of the way. Equally reverent kisses landed on Fyn's belly and nipples, up to his neck and finally again on his mouth.

The lifebearer clung to his lover like a drowning man, not noticing that he dug his nails deep into Eondar's back with each thrust. Everything had lost its contours, its importance, and the world around him just consisted of Eondar making love to him like there was no tomorrow.

Both were so excited that it didn't last long. Fyn literally saw stars exploding on the back of his closed eyelids as he came, screaming the sire's name. As unusually quiet as he had been this whole time, he couldn't hold back now.

Eondar caught himself on his elbows so as not to crush Fyn. "Love you," he whispered breathlessly, smiling down at Fyn. It was one of the most beautiful things the lifebearer had ever seen.

"Me too," Fyn answered, grinning sheepishly. He needed to catch his breath a bit, but this time he wouldn't just fall asleep. The night was still young, and they had barely begun. Now that the desperate urgency was gone, they could concentrate on going slow. Sure Fyn would be unable to walk in the morning. But then again, he didn't have anywhere to go.

Everything he wanted was right here.

To be concluded...