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Crossing Borders (LustfulSins&Mari)

As soon as Evindal's lips parted, Kaine's tongue dove in to taste him, to tangle with his tongue. His free hand moved to rest against Evindal's cheek, squeezing the hand that was in his own. He gasped as the other's thumb brushed his nipple, a groan leaving him as his thigh moved between his legs.

His hips rocked against his thigh, breaking the kiss again this time so he could kiss and nip at the hiesen's neck. "If I had a bigger ego, I'd say you missed me" He teased, pausing to suck a small mark into his pale skin.
 
Evindal's thumb rubs over the nipple again when Kaine teases him. His leg presses more firmly between the elf's thighs, and his head tilts back as Kaine sucks on his neck. "I need you." Evindal frees his left hand from Kaine's slipping it down the back of the elf's trousers to grasp his ass.

Evindal moves his mouth to kiss Kaine yet again. He can't get enough of the elf, sliding his tongue in and licking around his mouth. His impatience is clear, as his right hand joins his left in the back of Kaine's trousers. His fingers knead the elf's soft flesh, even as he presses harder against him.
 
"So impatient" Kaine said, although he wasn't arguing. He was almost desperate to feel the other man against him. His hips rocked against the other's thigh, his cock half hard in his trousers. It was going to be uncomfortable soon although he hoped they'd be out of the way by then.

His eyes closed as he was kissed, hands moving underneath the other's shirt and up the muscles of his back. There was no space between them, just as Kaine wanted.
 
Evindal groans into Kaine's mouth, shuddering beneath the touch on his back. He lifts the elf, placing himself between his legs. His hips roll hard, grinding against Kaine.

Evindal's impatience gets the better of him. The hiesen moves to the bed, laying the elf down. Breaking the kiss, his hands pull Kaine's cloak away, followed by his shirt. He bends, taking the elf's right nipple in his mouth. He bites, tugging, then sucks it to a hard bud. Evindal's hips are between the elf's thighs, and he's grinding firmly, essentially thrusting against him.
 
When Evindal lifted him, Kaine wrapped his legs around him, a choked moan leaving him as Evindal continued to grind against him. He barely noticed that they were moving until he was on his back on the bed.

As he was stripped, he took the chance to remove the other's shirt as well. His back arched, a shuddering breath leaving him as the hiesen bit and sucked at his nipple. The elf's hand moved to Evindal's hair, finding the hidden rod and removing it so that he could run his fingers through the other's hair.
 
With the hair rod removed, Evindal's think raven hair falls like a curtain across his back and around their sides. He bites Kaoine's nipple again, licking away the sting. Then his mouth travels across the elf's chest to give the left nipple some attention.

Evindal likes the way Kaine reacts to having his nipples toyed with. The elf is so sensitive, and the hiesen wants to hear him moan again. His hips continue moving, rolling and thrusting against Kaine. Teeth biting, mouth sucking at the nipple, Evindal's left hand pulls at Kaine's trousers, dragging them down his hips and thighs.
 
The bite made him tense, the lick soothing him instantly as he relaxed again. His other nipple was soon the focus and Kaine pushed Evindal's hair out of his face to one side, lips parted as his eyes tracked his movements.

He rocked his hips, meeting each of the other's movements with a desperation of his own. A series of soft moans left him, accompanied by a sigh of relief when his trousers were pulled down. Already hard, he was delighted to be exposed to the cool air. His own hands explored the skin that was exposed to him, nails running down the other's back before he reached his waistband. His hands slipped underneath the fabric, groping his arse before one moved around to the bulge in his underwear.
 
Evindal bucks his hips when Kaine palms his hard election on the front of his leather pants. He groans, biting his way up to Kaine's throat. The bruises he had left four days ago have healed and gone. Somehow, the hiesen isn't happy about that. He likes seeing marks he's made on the elf's cream skin.

Evindal bites down on Kaine's shoulder, growling. His hips buck again, with more urgency this time. His left hand pulls the elf's trousers the remainder of the way off his legs, tossing them to the floor. Then that hand makes it's way beneath Kaine, fingers exploring between his ass cheeks.
 
Kaine's head fell back, exposing his neck further as Evindal decided to move there, a stilted moan leaving him as he was bitten. He was finding he liked it when the hiesen bit him, liked seeing the reflections later of the marks they left.

Now bare beneath the other man, Kaine unfasted the other's trousers and reached in to grip his cock. He stroked it slowly, hips pushing back against the other's fingers. He hadn't anticipated much preparation, nor had he wanted much since he just wanted to feel Evindal, and so he'd taken the liberty of stretching himself before he came.
 
Evindal groans against Kaine's shoulder when his cock is freed and stroked. His touch feels so good, slender fingers around his aching erection. He shudders when his fingers slide easily into the elf's body; that can only mean Kaine prepared himself before coming. That mental image makes the hiesen prince groan again. He would have to remember that, maybe he could get Kaine to give him a show another night.

Evindal's fingers only briefly delve into Kaine's body. With him already prepared, Evindal is eager to bury his cock. His hands grip Kaine's wrists, pulling them above his head and pinning them there. Then his hips shift, sliding his cock into the elf's body to the hilt in a single motion.
 
Kaine's body easily allowed Evindal's fingers inside, his body already prepared for something much larger. As he wanted, Evindal's fingers only explored for a short time. Their removal made the elf whine. It felt good to have them inside, and he missed the feeling, although he knew something better was coming.

His hands were pinned and Kaine couldn't help but to laugh, delight clear in his eyes. "You seem to like pinning me down" He teased, a low moan leaving him as the hiesen pushed his cock inside him in one motion. He was very glad he prepared, although his size was more than his fingers could replicate. The stretch was still there. "Hurry" He rocked his hips, fighting for the small amount of friction.
 
The tease is missed, Evindal distracted by the way Kaine's body hugs his cock. The encouragement for him to hurry up and moved, however, is heard. Evindal's hips do move, setting a steady pace. There's power behind each thrust though. Hard, deep strokes, but at a pace that could last for quite some time. There's not the same desperation as last time; Evindal had been concerned in the back of his mind previously that his rough actions would scare the elf off. Now, there are no such worries.

Evindal moans into Kaine's ear, even as his teeth nip at it. His hands loosen their grip on the elf's wrists, but he's still pinning his hands above his head. Evinfal's mouth makes its way down Kaine's cheek to his neck, where he proceeds to bite and suck, creating several dark marks on his skin.
 
Kaine let out a please sigh as Evindal did as he asked and started to move, his powerful thrusts slower than last time. It was slower than Kaine had expected, given their last time, but he definitely didn't mind. A slower pace could be just as enjoyable as a desperate one. Each thrust brought a moan out of him, each sent a wave of pleasure through his body.

His head fell to the side, resting against his arm as Evindal moved down to his neck. His legs wrapped around the other's hips, wanting to be able to touch him whilst his hands were out of action. His hands clenched and unclenched.
 
Evindal growls against Kaine's throat. His thrusts, while staying the same pace, become harder. The pace itself is the same, but now it's a sharp, sudden thrust to the hilt, followed by a steady draw back. Subconsciously, Evindal wants Kaine to feel every inch of his length. It's as if he wants Kaine to crave sex only with him, without actually thinking about it.

The pace certainly is lasting, as it's nearly eight minutes before it speeds up. Over the next couple of minutes, Evindal's more harsh side raises its head. The thrusts change, harder, faster. This pace doesn't last nearly as long, and within those couple of minutes, these powerful thrusts bring Evindal to his first climax.

Groaning loudly into the elven prince's ear, Evindal buries his cock to the hilt. Hips jerking hard, he spills hot release into Kaine's body. He bucks through the aftershocks, but he's still hard. Perks of having a hiesen's libido. Evindal pulls from Kaine's body, but not for long. He flips the elf face down, hands pulling his hips up into the air. Now kneeling behind the elf, Evindal sinks his cock to the hilt in Kaine's body a second time. This time, his thrusts start fast and hard, and the hiesen maintains this powerful rhythm.
 
The other's thrusts changed and Kaine couldn't decide what he preferred. He couldn't decide if he preferred the desperation of the other time for the steady intensity of this. He enjoyed them both and he had a feeling as long it was Evindal he would enjoy it. The pace kept him at the edge, not allowing him to jump until the hiesen sped up. The sudden pace change caught him off guard and moments after he came across his stomach. He laid pliant under Evindal as he reached his first release.

The feeling makes him moan, makes him shudder. He didn't have much time to relax as he was flipped over and pulled to his hands and knees. A pleased moan left him as the prince pushed back inside, thrusting hard and fast inside him. His hands gripped the sheets beneath him, his desire to touch the other man overwhelming. Pushing himself up, he arched back and his fingers tangled in Evindal's hair. He held himself steady, even with the intensity of the thrusts, and he turned his head to pull the hiesen into a kiss. He moaned against his lips, tongue running along his lips as he begged for entrance.
 
When Kaine pushes himself up, Evindal's arms wrap around his waist and chest to support him. This doesn't slow his thrusts, not lessen their power. Kaine's hands in his hair make him growl, but he willingly gives in to the elf's needy kiss. Lips parted, the hiesen prince's tongue darts out to lick along Kaine's, before retreating to allow the elf control of the kiss.

After what seems like a long time, Evindal leans forward, breaking the kiss and pushing Kaine down. His arms are still around the elf, keeping his hips up. But whether Kaine end up back on his hands, or down on his chest, depends how quickly the elf manages to catch himself. Either way, Evindal is laid along Kaine's back, and the change in angle somehow allows him to sink deeper, hit harder.
 
Kaine hummed in delight as he was given access, his tongue quickly licking in as the other's tongue retreated. He was impressed, even with his moving in an awkward position for the other man, he still kept his pace, sliding deep inside of him as he thrust up in his body. He could only sound out his approval with moans that were stifled by Evindal's mouth.

Suddenly being pushed down, Kaine didn't manage to catch himself and ended up with his chest flat against the bed beneath him. The change in angle brings out a cry from him, his head ducking and his hands gripping the sheets. He basked in the repeated waves of pleasure, trapped between the hiesen and the bed. After what seemed like an eternity, but was likely only a few more minutes, Kaine came. He spilled onto the fabric beneath him, rocking his hips back against the other's as he rode out his release.
 
The cry of pleasure sends shivers down Evindal's back, urging him on. He loves the sounds Kaine makes, striving to make him cry out again. When the elf hits orgasm and his muscles tighten around the hiesen's cock, Evindal bucks hard, groaning. A handful of hard thrusts later and he presses to the hilt, hips jerking tightly as he spills his second hot release into Kaine. Evindal groans into Kaine's ear.

As he relaxes, breathing elevated, Evindal slowly rolls onto his side, pulling Kaien with him. He doesn't want to pull away from the elf yet, wanting to hang onto him, keep their bodies connected for now. Evindal's mouth trails along Kaine's shoulder, peppering kisses and grazing his teeth. His arms are wrapped securely around the elf's waist and chest.
 
Kaine was pleased when Evindal only took a few more thrusts to cum inside of him, his body oversensitive and his stamina exhausted. He felt delightfully worn out. The groan right by his ear made him shiver, hips rocking as if seeking out just a little more. He was spent though, and he knew he'd need a rest before anything else.

His chest rose and fell rapidly as he was rolled, grateful for the other's movement. His arms came up, resting over Evindal's. His thumb brushed gentle circles over his wrist and the back of his hand. "You wear me out so perfectly" He murmured, more than happy that he got the same feeling of completion the second time he laid with the hiesen. Hopefully he'd get it every time.
 
Evindal hums against Kaine's shoulder, closing his eyes. He doesn't sleep, though, just basking in the moment and the warmth of the elf prince's skin against his own. After a while, he rubs his nose against Kaine's shoulder. "How are you feeling? Was it too much?"

Evindal shows concern for Kaine's wellbeing, yet he refuses to pull away yet. It's as though this physical connection of their bodies makes this reality more.. real. Evindal doesn't want to wake up to find these last few days have been nothing but a dream.
 
Eyes closed, Kaine relaxed. He enjoyed the moment, memorising everything he could about it. Whilst he wanted more of this, whilst he was hoping for many more moments where he just got to be with Evindal, he knew that he couldn't always get what he wanted. For now, he would just take advantage of everything he could.

He shook his head, blinking his eyes open and turning his head so he could look at the hiesen. He smiled, placing a soft kiss to his lips. "I'm feeling very well" He assured him. "It wasn't too much at all, it was just enough. Was it enough for you? You almost seem insatiable"
 
When Kaine kisses his lips, Evindal almost chases him when the elf pulls his head back. Instead, he just licks his lips, listening to Kaine. When the elf prince mentions he seems insatiable, Evindal nods. "Hiesen have a powerful sex drive."

After a moment, Evindal drops his head to burrow his face in the crook of Kaine's neck. He sighs softly, arms tightening around the elf. "I've needed this, these past few days. Needed you." It's not a declaration of love, but an admittance that Evindal craves the elf prince.
 
"I've noticed" Kaine teased, not surprised to hear that they had the high sex drive. Evindal seemed insatiable at times, definitely needing more than one release. His eyes closed again, hand running up and down the other man's arm as they rested.

He smiled at his words, nodding a little himself. "And I you" He murmured, not minding admitting to it. He'd wanted Evindal in the time they'd been apart, wanted his company and his body.
 
Evindal is silent for a while, soaking up Kaine's body heat, and the feeling of still being buried in the elf's body. When he finally speaks, his voice is muffled against Kaine's neck. "I need to be back at camp by dawn, else my men with grow suspicious." There's a sudden tension in his tone, like he's reluctant to leave Kaine's side.

It's another five minutes before Evindal finds the ability to pull away from Kaine, sliding from the elf prince's body. He sits up, placing his feet on the floor as his hand right hand searches the bed for his hair rod, only to notice it had fallen to the floor during their embrace. He bends, still seated, to pick it up, and started twisting his raven hair up into its usual tight bun.
 
Kaine tried not to doze off, as comfortable as he found the other man's body against his own. He wanted to be awake for every moment he had with him, after all, they only had so much time. He was reminded of this when Evindal spoke. He sighed, but nodded, knowing his men would be the same. If someone came to get him and he was gone, there would be worries. He was capable and fond of sneaking off, but they were at war. For his men's nerves, he was trying to be good.

Still, he didn't move until the hiesen pulled from him and sat up. He sat up then, stretching his sore muscles before falling against the others back. His arms wrapped around him and he missed the back of Evindal's neck. "It's a shame you have to go...I suppose you cannot say when we'll next meet. I don't think I'll be able to go without for very long"
 
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