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Crossing Borders (LustfulSins&Mari)

That bite is likely to leave a bruise. In the same moment, Evindal finally releases the front of Kaine's shirt. His left hand drops, opening the front of Kaine's pants and freeing his cock. Then the elf moans, and whatever lustful stupor the hiesen prince had been in is broken.

Evindal blinks, becoming aware of exactly what he's doing to his childhood friend. But instead of recoiling, he just pauses. Kaine's scent fills his nose, he can taste the elf skin between his teeth. Evindal lifts his head licking his lips and eyeing the teeth marks on pale skin. "Kaine, I.." Evindal finds himself at a loss. Should he stop? Should he continue?
 
Kaine noticed when Evindal slowed, noticing the difference between his previous actions and his sudden stillness. He hadn't moved away though, and Kaine thought that was a good sign. "What is it?" He asked, breathless and teasing. He took the opportunity to remove the other's shirt, chucking it to the side.

"Are you having second thoughts?" He asked, quickly removing his own shirt and throwing it to wherever Evindal's had gone. Despite the frenzy of the last few kisses, the next on Kaine gave was as gentle as the first, eyes fluttering shut as he barely brushed their lips. "I want this...if you do"
 
Evindal sits still as Kaine pushes his shirt off his arms, tossing it aside. He shivers in the air, despite the fire next to them, and Kaine's body so close to him, keeping him warm. Pale eyes watch the elf shed his own shirt, and his hands twitch where they rest on Kaine's thighs. He only hesitates a moment longer.

"Okay." The word is whispered against Kaine's lips before Evindal presses into the kiss. At first, he's more timid again. But it's only a moment before he allows himself to fall back on his instincts. Right hand once again wrapped around Kaine's cock, full strokes made easier in the open air, the hiesen prince reclaims the elf's mouth with his tongue.
 
Kaine smiled brightly, delighted by Evindal's agreement. He cared for this man, he wanted to show him just how much. Their kiss is only gentle for a few more moments before Evindal's tongue takes it's place in his mouth and his hand continued to stroke his cock.

He moaned into the kiss, his own hands moving to the front of the hiesen prince's trousers. He quickly opened them and his hand gripped his cock. He started with slow, exploring strokes, getting used to the weight in his hand.
 
Evindal's left hand presses to the small of Kaine's back, like a barrier against him moving away. Not that he believed the elf would, but still. The hiesen groans into Kaine's mouth as the elf takes out and palms his cock. Half hard already, Evindal's length twitches in Kaine's hand. Evindal is by no means small, and is even above average. Few men in his command respond positively to his interest, having heard what those who did say. And those who do accept, often find themselves with a faint limp the following morning.

Evindal groans again, the speed of his hand stroking Kaine picking up slightly. He's encouraging the elf to his climax. He moves his mouth, back to Kaine's shoulder. He wants to hear the elf moan again, like he did the first time. So he clamps on again, another firm bite next to the first one.
 
Kaine hadn't been able to look yet but he was sure that Evindal was of a good size, bigger than him by a bit. He wasn't small but it seemed he would be in comparison. It made him want to pull away, to look and to see how much he could get in his mouth. He wanted to know if he could take all of it. He'd had smaller and they had been enjoyable, he was just more partial to something that he would struggle with.

His hips rocked into Evindal's hand as he picked up his pace, whining as he was pushed closer to his release. He wasn't this quick usually, and would easily get up again if the interest was there, but he had a feeling this was because it was Evindal's touch. The hiesen bit him again and another moan left him, catching in his throat as he came over the other's hand.
 
Evindal lifts his head slightly as Kaine hits his release. The warm sticky mess doesn't phase him, and he strokes Kaine through his aftershocks. When he's finished, Evindal leans sideways and manages to hook a finger in the fabric of his tossed shirt. He drags it closer, using it to wipe his hand.

When he straightens, Evindal's hands land on Kaine's hips. His fingers squeeze, while his lips trail along the elf's jaw. With Kaone's stroking, Evindal has come to full hardness, a thick nine inches.
 
Kaine felt a little lightheaded when he'd finished, the sudden release catching him off guard. He saw Evindal use the shirt to clean himself and he was struck with a sense of urgency. Now he wasn't distracted with his own cock, his attention was fulling on Evindal.

He bit his bottom lip between his teeth, his fast strokes spanning the full length of him. He hadn't heard many noised and he wanted to fix that, wanted to hear Evindal's pleasure as well as see it. "Evindal..." He breathed, hand tightening it's grip. Giving in to his desires, he moved out of the hiesen prince's lap, now kneeling in front of him as he bent to take the tip of his cock in his mouth. He moaned around it, hand gripping the base. His dark hair fell over his shoulders, touching the floor either side of him.
 
Evindal groans quietly when Kaine increases his stroking, his fingers tightening on the elf's hips. When Kaine moves out of his lap, Evindal is confused. In his experience, sex is biting, stroking, then fucking. That's it. Then again, it's always been with men that just want to get their rocks off, and nothing more.

"Kaine, what-" Evindal's voice is cut off with a moan as the wet heat of the elf's mouth closes over his tip. The hiesen mutters a curse, one hand tangling in Kaine's hair and the other resting on his back. Evindal watches, bewildered yet fascinated that Kaine would do this.
 
Kaine got what he wanted. He wanted to hear Evindal moan and now he'd heard it once he wanted to hear it more. He liked knowing he was doing well, that he was bringing pleasure to the other person. The hand in his hair pulls a shiver out of him, like a shock going down his spine.

He took more and more until the head of Evindal's cock hit the back of his throat and he had to stop lest he choke. He would learn to take more. The considerable amount he could take was stroked in time with the bobs of his head, his tongue swirling around the length and dipping into the slit at the top.
 
Evindal certainly isn't accustomed to this. It's entirely new to him. So of course he moans, repeatedly. His hand tightens in the hair at the base of Kaine's skull, just a firm grip, but not affecting what the elf is doing.

Evindal's cheeks flush red as Kaine takes in more and more of his cock. The visual is stunning in a way the hiesen would have never thought possible. Not to mention it felt good. Not like sex, but good in its own way. Evindal hangs his head back, moaning yet again. He moves his left hand from Kaine's back to the rug behind himself, supporting as he leans back slightly.
 
The tighter grip in his hair caused Kaine to let out a low noise, almost a moan but not quite. It was definitely approving. Each of the other's moans, each small sound he made, he memorised all of them. He wanted to know exactly what Evindal enjoyed.

Curious, his eyes blinked open, looking up at the man before him. He looked lovely, his cheeks flushed in a way that Kaine was quickly beginning to realise he greatly enjoyed. Eyes closing once again, he picked up his pace, bobbing his head and stroking the length that he couldn't reach.
 
Evindal is rapidly approaching his climax, hinted at by his louder moans. His hips shift, almost rolling. The hiesen fights the urge to buck his hips. However, when his orgasm hits, Evindal acts without thinking. He sits forward slightly, both hands now in Kaine's hair. His hands push Kaine's head down, hold him down, and his hips jerk as he releases a thick load into the elf's throat.

Evindal is just as quick to realize what he's done. He pulls his hands back like he's been burned, releasing Kaine's hair. When the elf lifts his head, though, those same hands are pushing hair back and cupping the elf's face. "Kaine, I apologize. I wasn't thinking- Are you alright?"
 
Kaine gasps as he was suddenly pushed down, swallowing around the length in his mouth and the load that was shot into the back of his throat. He thought he managed well, given the size of the hiesen, only a small amount dripping from the corner of his lips. He panted as he was released as the other's cock fell from his lips.

He sat up, blinking when Evindal's hands were suddenly against his cheeks. He brought a hand up, wiping his mouth on the back of it before he smiled. "I'm fine, do not worry" He assured him, turning his head to press a kiss to the palm of Evindal's hand. "No need to apologise"
 
Evindal relaxes, hearing that Kaine is alright. He pulls the elf's face forward, kissing him firmly. The hiesen prince had never been one for kissing during sex, but there's something about kissing Kaine. His hands move down to the elf's hips, pulling Kaine back to his lap even as he shifts his own position slightly. On his knees, but sitting back on his heels.

Beneath Kaine, Evindal's cock is still fully hard. Accustomed to going two or three rounds, the hiesen prince has a lot of endurance. Evindal shifts his hips, pushing up against Kaine, even as his tongue demands entrance to the elf's mouth once more.
 
Kaine laughed in delight as he was pulled in, easily falling back into the kiss and letting himself be pulled into his lap. His arms wrapped around Evindal's shoulders, his right hand tangling in his dark hair. Feeling the other's hard cock against him made him whine, lips parting to give into the other prince's demands.

He rocked his hips, rubbing his own length against the other's as he brought it back to full hardness. It only took a few moments, listening to the hiesen moan had kept him going. His left hand moved between their bodies, gripping them together as he shifted.
 
Evindal groans at the contact, rolling his hips again. His tongue licks at the inside of Kaine's mouth, the kiss hungry like he can't get enough of the elf. All his previous timidness is gone. Evindal kisses Kaine until the elf pulls back first to breathe.

Evindal lifts one hand to his own mouth, licking two fingers to coat them in saliva. As he does, it becomes clear he actually has a fairly long tongue, as it wraps around his fingers. With his own warriors, this is the most that they get for lubrication. Brutish, but his warriors never complained. Evindal thinks nothing of it here with Kaine, either.

Fingers sufficiently coated, Evindal's right hand drops down behind Kaine. His left hand firmly grasps the elf's ass cheek, as his saliva slick fingers rub at Kaine's entrance. A heartbeat later, his index finger presses into the elf's body.
 
Despite his desire to never part his lips from Evindal's, he eventually had to pull back to breath. His chest rose and fell heavily as he tried to catch his breath, his pupils dilated until there was almost no grey left. His eyes followed the movements of the other's fingers, swallowing hard as he watched his tongue.

Whilst Kaine was used to softer things, and he knew he would miss his favourite lubrication, he wasn't a stranger to only using spit. The heat of the moment needed whatever it could get. Fingers brushing through the other's prince's hair, Kaine relaxed himself as he felt his slicked fingers move down to his entrance. Moments later, a finger pressed into him and he pressed his hips back to push him further in. Distracting himself from the sting, he began to trail soft kisses along the hiesen prince's jaw line and down his throat, gently scraping his teeth as he sucked marks into his pale skin.
 
Evindal tilts his head back to further expose his throat to Kaine. His finger digs deep as the elf pushes himself back. Evindal takes that as encouragement and adds his second finger already. Perhaps too soon, but the hiesen prince is not good at recognizing cues.

Two fingers digging into Kaine's body, Evindal rubs at Kaine's inner walls. At the same time, his fingers spread slightly, intent on stretching Kaine. He needs the elf to relax before going further. With a warrior, preparation would have been very, very minimal. But it's different with Kaine. Despite the elf prince being a warrior in his own right, he feels so delicate in Evindal's arms.
 
Having more of the other's throat to explore, Kaine takes the opportunity. He tenses for a moment when he second finger is added, the extra intrusion something his body wasn't ready for. He doesn't say anything though, instead choosing to nip at the other's neck in admonishment. So soon and with so little lubrication, Kaine had to wonder if the hiesen was being gentle with him.

Hand still around their lengths, Kaine slowly strokes them together. The pleasure distracting him from whatever pain may have been there. His assumptions from before were right. Whilst he was not small himself, his slightly above average six and a half inches appeared very small in comparison.
 
Evindal doesn't realize the nip at his neck is scolding, and doesn't change what he's doing. His fingers still dig deep, still spreading to stretch Kaine. When the elf continues stroking their cocks together, Evindal rolls his hips, thrusting into Kaine's hand.

Eventually, Evindal growls in impatience. He removes his fingers, gripping Kaine's hips firmly. His intention is clear, lifting the elf up. Only to bring the elf down smoothly on his cock in a single motion. The hiesen prince pulls Kaine down until he's seated fully on his cock, groaning loudly at the tight fit of Kaine's body.
 
Kaine managed to relax, his body opening around the fingers that stretched him. He wasn't expecting the next sudden movement, although he probably should have. His hands moved to brace himself on Evindal's shoulders and he winced, cursing as the other's cock pushed into him in one movement. His nails dug into his skin, head falling forward so his forehead rested against the back of his own hand.

"Impatient" He scolded, trying to relax once more. "Don't move until I say" He took a few deep breaths, getting used to the intrusion as he tensed and relaxed his muscles. Once the initial sting was wearing away, Kaine began to roll his hips. His breath caught in his throat as he slowly rocked, exploring the stretch.
 
Evindal growls when he's told not to move, but keeps himself still. As he does, his head turns to lick and bite at the side of Kaine's neck. And when Kaine starts rolling his hips, Evindal groans low. He just wants to buck, but the elf had instructed him not to move.

The hiesen prince's patience runs out fast again. Barely a minute has passed with the elf prince slowly rolling his hips. Evindal bucks his hips upward suddenly, hands keeping their firm grip on the elf's hips. Then they buck again, and again. Until Evindal has a steady, firm rhythm going. Not too fast, not too hard, yet. His hands keep Kaine from rising too much, though, so each thrust only pulls out a couple inches before sinking to the root again.
 
Evindal manages to follow his orders for a short while, enough for Kaine to get comfortable, but it seems his patience had its limits. "So eager, I said not to move" He teased, not about to stop him as he built up a steady rhythm. Each thrust took his breath away.

His hands moved from where they had latched themselves to the other prince's shoulders, moving to cup his cheeks and pull him into a kiss. He nipped at his bottom lip before his tongue asked for entrance, running along the seam.
 
Distracted by how good Kaine's body feels, Evindal's lips part when Kaine asks for entrance to his mouth. His hands move to the elf's ass, fingers kneading the soft flesh as his hips drive up into the elf. Small groans echo forth from the hiesen prince into Kaine's mouth.

After a little over a minute, Evindal seeks to change the angle. His left hand slides down to grasp Kaine's thigh, while his right supports the elf's back. Evindal lays him back on the rug, but keeps his ass slightly lifted. The new angle gives Evindal more leverage to increase the force of each thrust. Every motion rocks Kaine slightly on the rug.
 
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