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Timeless: a Wranduin Story	By : flagfish Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 4143 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Anduin had very much intended to take care of Wrathion the way he'd taken care of him, because he didn't want him to get upset like last time— but he found it was increasingly difficult to focus while Wrathion was having at him like that; in the end, he remained with his head lain just at his thigh, one hand round his cock and his lips pressed to it loosely, where it partly stifled his voice.
He'd just been so sensitive after climax, and Wrathion hadn't let him alone, he was lapping the slick fluid from his spent member like he were trying to clean him off— at times, the sensation had got so intense Anduin wanted to ask him to stop, but he held himself back deliberately, like he wanted to see how much he could take.
There was something terribly obscene about it, about the way he was positioned above him with his behind directly in his face— but somehow that got him all the more aroused.
He swore and muttered all manner of profanities very unbefitting a young priest, they came incoherent and muffled against the flesh of Wrathion's cock; he was vaguely aware that Wrathion actually liked seeing him this way.
He'd tried several times to get his member in his mouth, but never exactly got it in for very long before it would slip out again with his own loss of control, it slid wetly across his face and got him messy all over; this is bad, he thought, he imagined that any moment Wrathion would chastise him again, but he couldn't bring himself to tell him to stop just so he could concentrate.
On his back beneath him, Wrathion had both hands up on Anduin's thighs, he'd got completely slick around his lips and chin while cleaning him off; he'd reached up to lick at him and had got as much of him as he could in his mouth before he'd emerge from it gasping for breath. He wasn't certain why, but somehow this had really got him hot, seeing Anduin this way— his fingers moved slowly on the wet surface of his member, where already he'd got him mostly hard again.
Then, he reached up and had a taste of his entrance, it came tentative at first and had Anduin stiffen all at once, he'd not expected it would feel so good—
"What are you doing—" Anduin muttered, but then Wrathion freaking did it again; "Wait— Wrathion, stop— oh, fucking hell— I'll smite you— I'll bloody smite you—"
The words came breathless and strained while despite himself Anduin pressed backward against him, his fingers tightened hard on Wrathion's thigh and he thought at that moment he hated him thoroughly; Wrathion didn't even need to say anything or make any clever remarks, it became plainly obvious that Anduin loved every bit of this.
He'd resigned to just let him do it after some time, even when Wrathion had got loud and profane with his tongue in him like that, the way he lapped at him like he were utterly starved; he'd not realized how vocal he, himself, had become until finally Wrathion told him to keep down his voice.
"Take me in your mouth," Wrathion said hoarsely, "So you can't talk."
It did help a little when Anduin went for it, he'd tried to remember to keep his cock firmly between his lips as not to get too loud, though he'd still lose his focus at times; he could feel it slick with fluid on his tongue, the liquid glistened past his lips and streamed down to his chin until he was a filthy mess— but at least it kept him quiet.
When finally Wrathion withdrew, Anduin nearly swore at him for it, he got his member out of his mouth and turned around partway to see what the deal was; Wrathion tossed his head breathlessly on his pillow, when he'd released him glistening streamlets lingered from his lips to the slick perineum, and he reached absently to trace the wet opening after the fact.
"This looks so good," he said softly, it came unexpectedly tender, like it were the most innocent thing— and, unexpectedly, Anduin felt it was flattering somehow.
"Kiss me," Wrathion said, and while Anduin found himself a bit disappointed that he'd stopped, he felt nevertheless he wanted to kiss him really bad; he proceeded carefully to maneuver his limbs from over his body, and then turned to face him. The kiss came clumsy and experimental, they laughed a little when they'd sort of missed and finally Anduin pulled Wrathion in a bit closer with one hand; "Come here," he grinned, "Light, you're such a mess—"
Wrathion laughed, too, while kissing him back; "Yeah?" he asked, he seized his mouth harder; they kissed deeply for some moments, and then Wrathion said, "You know— doing this to you— it made me think—"
Anduin felt his pulse quicken, because he'd been thinking the same thing; he held back from speaking, though, in case he were dreadfully wrong, and would only embarrass himself.
"Earlier this evening," Wrathion said, "seeing you dressed like that—"
Anduin smiled sheepishly; "What," he laughed, "That— the way Azshara's stylists had me done?"
"Yeah," Wrathion grinned; his eyes darted over Anduin's face, and while he was a little embarrassed, he clearly liked telling him about this. "Dressed, I guess— more like—"
"More like undressed," Anduin snickered; they laughed at the plain truth of it, and then Wrathion said outright, "Exactly...! That was— I didn't even know if you were wearing anything at all— were you just—"
"Just naked?" Anduin asked, and then shyly shook his head; "Not completely, no; but just nearly, bloody hell—"
They regarded each other with knowing, boyish smiles, and finally Wrathion said, "It looked really good, though. I mean— really good."
Anduin could feel his face go hot; he'd not really been told he'd looked really good before, not in an intimate or romantic sense. For the first time, he'd really felt physically desirable.
"Aw, come on," he laughed softly, "It's just a ruse, because of tomorrow—"
"Yeah," Wrathion replied, after that he seemed to go deep in thought; he grew serious for a moment.
"You know what Azshara had said—" he started; "about how— the high priestess won't be able to resist you like that—"
"Yeah," Anduin replied, "that's the plan— kind of weird, but— I'm not afraid of going through with it."
"Yeah," Wrathion spoke after a silence; he sounded weirdly introspective again.
"Do you think you'll have to—" he paused, and then regarded Anduin for a bit and tried again; "You think you'll be made to— you know— sleep with her—?"
Anduin was on the verge of reply, but whatever he might have said died at his throat; it occurred to him he'd been about to deny that completely, but then he remembered what Jaina had said— that this was obviously some sexual thing.
"Well—" he stammered, "I— I honestly don't know—"
Wrathion huffed at that; "You don't know? How can you not know?"
"How would I know? It's not like I've ever— I've never had to do something like that—"
Wrathion regarded him dryly, like that wasn't really the answer he'd been after. "You'd be shit at it, you know," he said, "You wouldn't know the first thing about it."
There he was, being a jerk again, for absolutely no reason.
Anduin's face soured, he felt genuinely hurt; "Yeah, well—" he said, "Thanks for reminding me of how inexperienced I am— sorry I haven't had loads of practice like Krasus—"
"Oh!" Wrathion huffed, "So now it's back to that, is it!"
"Back to what? Back to how you tried to proposition the queen's consort for sex?"
"Oh! Oh, that's brilliant, coming out of you— when you're about to sleep with the high priestess like tomorrow—"
"I didn't say I'm going to sleep with her! I said I don't know if it'll come to that!"
"Well that makes it totally different, then, doesn't it? In that case, that makes it all okay...!"
"What in the hell is wrong with you? In case you've forgotten, I have to do this because of the Dragon Soul—"
"Oh, well, of course! How stupid of me! I guess in that case you've got a perfectly understandable reason to sleep with anything that moves...!"
"Sleep with anything that moves? What are you on about? Who says I'm sleeping with anything that moves?!"
"Well you are, aren't you? What about earlier, when Aethas got his paws all over your ass—"
"That wasn't my fault! That was just because of the way I was dressed, you said so, yourself— it's irresistible—"
"Oh, well that's just fucking perfect! That explains everything! I can't wait to see every priestess in Ashenvale bang you because the way you're dressed is irresistible!"
"Every priestess in Ashenvale isn't going to bang me—" Anduin whisper-shouted back; "Just the high priestess—"
He'd not realized what he'd said until the words were irreversibly out in the open; and at that point, he tried rapidly to reword and explain. "If that's even going to happen, which no one said for sure it would—"
At that, Wrathion's entire face contorted with rage; "To hell with you—" he huffed, "Go back to your guest room, why did you even come in here? Well, don't expect anything to come of your meeting tomorrow, because you're shite in bed and you wouldn't know the first thing about sleeping with a woman—"
"Oh, and like you do? Like you have all this experience—"
"Well that doesn't matter, though, does it? Seeing as I won't have to sleep with the high priestess to get on her good side, will I?"
"Yeah, good thing, that— considering how shite you are at trying to convince anyone to sleep with you in the first place, if Krasus is any indication—"
"Right, you're one to talk— you had to have like twenty stylists working on you to make you even remotely doable—"
"It worked, didn't it? You said so, yourself—"
"Well, I take it all back— I must have had my head up my arse, because clearly you're an idiot, and I wouldn't sleep with you even if I was paid to do it—"
Anduin was on the verge of some other venomous reply, but had stopped just short of speaking when Wrathion's words registered; had he really considered sleeping with him...?
He watched him for some moments, and became gradually aware that he might finally, finally have been rid of his accursed virginity that night, with Wrathion, and that it would have been that simple.
"Wait—" he said slowly, "What do you mean— sleep with me—"
He'd nearly forgot his temper from just a short while before, and wondered what path he might now take to possibly get Wrathion to do it; Wrathion regarded him suspiciously, like he hadn't expected that to be his response.
"Nothing, obviously," he huffed; but even despite his own anger, he, too, became aware they were on to a topic which was greatly relevant to his interests. He'd thought to say something nasty about Anduin's earlier accusations regarding Krasus, or maybe to repeat his bit about how he wouldn't sleep with him even if he'd been paid—
—but he couldn't quite bring himself to start on these things now, that there was a chance Anduin might actually want to sleep with him for real.
They observed each other in silence while he tried to figure out the right way to finish what he'd said; "That is—" he started tentatively, "Nothing— unless— there's something you were gonna say about that—"
"Ah—" Anduin stammered; "well— all I was gonna say... is... I mean... since you brought it up— and—"
"And...?"
"And— I'm just saying— since now— you know— since we're— on the subject—"
"I— didn't really mean— you know, what I said before— the part about how you're, like— shite in bed—"
Anduin went silent; he'd lost his nerve again and went shy.
"No," Wrathion tried again; "what I mean is— I mean I didn't mean that— I meant— that maybe if you had a little more experience—"
He was only making things worse; he could see Anduin's face slowly start to twist in anger.
"No!" he said, "No, listen— that came out wrong; what I meant was— if you wanted— I mean— we— you and I could— I just think it would be good in terms of experience if—"
"...if?"
Anduin's pulse had gone unnervingly fast; he was almost certain Wrathion was about to ask if they could do it. Like, actually do it...!
"If— forget it. It was stupid, never mind."
"No! No, what were you gonna say?"
Wrathion regarded him uneasily; he tried as best he could to read his face, and really didn't want to be horribly denied in case he'd said the wrong thing. "I— was just gonna say— I mean— if tomorrow is so important— then— technically, I could help you— you know— prepare— for that—"
Anduin's heart hammered in his ears; "Are you—" he murmured slowly, and felt his throat completely dry; "Are you saying— we could—"
For some moments, Wrathion merely gazed up at him, but what courage he'd hoped for never came; "Well— " he said, "—if— you want to...?"
It came very soft, because he was genuinely afraid of the rejection that might follow.
"I—" Anduin replied, "that is— do you want to?"
"Just— if you think it would help— for tomorrow— I mean, you said so, yourself—"
They'd both deliberately avoided speaking of the fact that practicing on each other wouldn't quite get Anduin ready for sleeping with a woman, because neither of them wanted to ruin it.
"Yeah—" Anduin nodded slowly, "Yeah, okay— you're right— it's like you said, I don't want her to think I'm awful at it—"
"Exactly— I'm just saying this because you want to be prepared for the worst— so— don't think that— like— there's no good reason—"
"No, exactly, I totally agree— that's actually a really good point— so that would actually really help me, to be honest—"
"Yeah, okay—" Wrathion said, and now he finally smiled; "Okay, so let's do that."
"Okay," Anduin smiled, too; "Okay, cool. Yeah, that's cool."
(On to Chapter 29)
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