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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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It didn't take Anduin long to regret having asked Krasus to show him; he'd got even more jealous than he'd expected, and reminded himself that this was for a cause far more important than his own juvenile envy—
—but did saving the world absolutely have to involve watching his boyfriend get head from someone else...?
He'd been so preoccupied with jealousy that he'd been taken a little off guard on realizing what Krasus was doing was actually pretty hot; it was clear that at this sort of art he was well-practiced, and he really did make it look good— he made it look like he loved every moment, to the point where Anduin almost asked him if he could have a go.
He was somehow very passionate; he'd let the member fluidly into his mouth and slid it in all the way, Anduin watched with something between arousal and horror while he allowed it back out, brilliant and slick, with streamlets glistening up to his lips.
And bloody Wrathion was loving every moment; he had one hand in Krasus' hair and had slid it aside to see better, he appeared too astonished even to give any sort of cringeworthy comments. Anduin understood well enough that he was completely defeated in this, he tried to remember he was meant to learn, and became aware suddenly that maybe Krasus was right in all of his criticism.
"That must be nice," he said to Wrathion, he got one hand in his hair and leaned in to kiss him; he could feel on his breath how he liked it, how hot he had got, it was both arousing and very humbling somehow. Wrathion had got one hand on his cheek, but just as he'd started to kiss him back, Anduin felt Krasus' grip on his wrist.
"Come here," Krasus said, he was speaking from just over the tip of Wrathion's cock, where still there were thin rivulets glittering down from his lips.
He pulled Anduin toward him and said briefly, "This is a lesson, we're not doing this to play."
Wrathion watched while Krasus got his fingers on Anduin's and then wrapped them on Wrathion's cock, he'd been so slick by then that profane sounds emanated while their hands slid down; "Watch one more time," he said, "then you do it."
That time, Krasus just barely got the member out of his mouth before Anduin went for it, he'd not realized how much he had wanted to do this until finally he tasted him on his lips; somehow, even after he'd felt completely exhausted of doing it before, seeing how much Wrathion liked it with Krasus had made him jealous enough that he wanted to prove himself.
"Fucking hell," Wrathion stammered, watching the both of them fight for a go had got him really bloody hot; "Could you guys kiss or something?" he asked, and Krasus gave him a brisk slap on the thigh.
"This isn't a game," he deadpanned, but that bit was a little hard to remember when there were two guys having at his cock.
Anduin, himself, was a little embarrassed by the question; but, curiously, there was something consoling about it, too— as though Wrathion liked watching them both, and it wasn't like he, himself, had been utterly forgotten on account of his far lesser experience.
He thought he'd begun to understand how he was meant to look like he enjoyed it, he could feel the hot fluid stream down his hand to his wrist, and reached down to lap at it of his own accord, without being prompted; he thought he liked it even more when he saw how transfixed Wrathion was in watching all that.
"You're an utter mess," Wrathion said, "you look ridiculous." Now Anduin paused and scowled; "Yeah, well," he replied, but Krasus asked him to stop; "No," he said, "he shouldn't talk to you like that in the first place, it's whelpish and obnoxious."
"Hey!" Wrathion huffed, "I'm a drake, not a whelp— we're around the same age."
Sadly, though, most drakes were just as obnoxious as Wrathion; they just thought they were mature and adult, especially if they'd done anything intimate.
"Quiet," Krasus said, he resumed speaking with Anduin; "But anyway," he continued, "No matter what someone says to you in bed, you don't reply like that; even if he sounds like an utter tit, you reply to what he actually meant." He turned his eyes to Wrathion and then told Anduin, "Clearly he loves watching you get dirty."
Anduin flushed straight away; "Fuck off," he stammered, and Wrathion immediately replied, "I love watching him get my cock in his mouth, if that's what you meant."
At that, Anduin's entire face contorted in preparation for another acrid response, when Krasus stopped him and said, "Just ignore him; this is a lesson for you."
"Well," Anduin said, "I'm not doing this if he's just gonna be a jerk—"
"Who's being a jerk?" Wrathion scowled, "you're the one—"
"Would you just be quiet already?" Krasus glared at Wrathion, then at Anduin; "This isn't a bloody game, the lot of you should know that better than anyone."
"Well, it's embarrassing," Anduin said— because while few things mattered more to him than carrying his mission out, all the while he still was a young person with the same sorts of embarrassments and awkward stumbling as anyone else his age; at the end of the day, there he was in bed with the guy he fancied— and it was very intimidating and weird, and, as with many other young people, there still were many things about which he was very insecure.
It was very hard to focus with Wrathion passing all manner of criticism, and with the constant concern that he might dislike him or feel turned off if he'd done anything wrong; somehow, part of him wished he wasn't practicing with Wrathion right there after all, because it had turned out to be a whole lot of pressure.
Krasus regarded them both and then finally pointed one finger at Wrathion; "You," he seethed quietly, "Shut up."
Already Wrathion was rolling his eyes, but Krasus shushed him again before he could say more. "You've both asked for Wrathion's presence during this lesson— well, if you want to do that, then bloody behave. I know that to you sex is some kind of joke, but it's a commodity here, and if this mortal doesn't do it right, he won't get anything in return."
At that, both Wrathion and Anduin remained silent; it occurred to Anduin Krasus really was right. For him, sex was his entire function in life.
After he'd chastised Wrathion, Krasus turned to Anduin again and asked him quietly to get Wrathion's cock in his hand; Anduin hesitated, but then he went on as he'd asked, and tried not to think about the nature of what they were doing.
"With another boy," Krasus explained, "you should also learn to get your fingers inside him—"
"Ah," Anduin interrupted, he had a genuine question this time and hoped it was all right to ask; "Not that I don't appreciate this," he said, "but— why are you teaching me about what to do with a boy anyway— you know— if it'll be with the Priestess..."
"Well, you don't know if you'll be the only boy there," Krasus said, and now Wrathion stared with a distinct look of jealousy; "What?" he asked.
At that, Krasus remained completely straight-faced; "That is," he continued, "it might just be you— but what if she had an entire harem? What if she has, I don't know, boys meant for that purpose, and she'd expect you to know what to do—"
"What the hell," Wrathion huffed, "you said nothing about other guys."
"I'm not the one to decide this stuff," Krasus said, "but the fact remains that that may well be."
He pointed to himself and said, "The dragon queen has three additional consorts other than myself, that is why my brothers taught me what to do with other boys as well as with her."
"Yeah well," Wrathion said venomously, "If that's the case, then they'll just see what a clueless virgin he is, and then they'll just—"
"I'm not some virgin," Anduin scowled, "you know that from personal experience!"
"You are at dicking," Wrathion replied bitterly, and now Anduin nearly lunged at his throat; but Krasus silenced them for possibly the hundredth time. "Being a virgin is a desirable trait in a male," he said, "but you're expected to carry it out with an air of purity and innocence, not awkward idiocy."
"I'm not a virgin!"
"All right," Krasus said, "fine. Now the lot of you, shut the hell up; I'm this close to asking the dragon queen that I be permitted to do this without Wrathion's presence in the room."
"What!" Wrathion stared incredulously; "What the hell!"
"Lie down," Krasus said, he got one hand on Wrathion's chest and pushed him back on the sheets; then, he turned to Anduin and asked if he could bring him a container of bath oil from the restroom nearby. "What are you doing?" Wrathion asked, and Krasus said, "Nothing you won't like."
By the time Anduin returned, Krasus had Wrathion on his back with his knees bent over his chest, naked as the day he was hatched; Anduin stopped in place and stared mutely, it was one of the most profane things he'd seen.
"Come here," Krasus said, he reached with one hand for the oil container, but he wasn't going to use it quite yet; somehow, Anduin felt embarrassed to watch, but he couldn't take his eyes away.
"Have a seat just there," Krasus told him while indicating a place on the mattress, "you need to have a good look."
Anduin nodded silently, he joined them on the bed without a word; his eyes wandered to Wrathion's naked thighs, the way his cock hung over his abdomen, completely beautiful and hard. It got him so hot, he thought he wanted to take it in his mouth, or at least to touch it, but he held back from saying anything.
"Looks good, doesn't it," Krasus said, and Wrathion wasn't sure whether he was flattered or completely embarrassed; there was something about the way he was bent that made him feel very vulnerable.
"Wait," he huffed, he felt strained and it became a bit hard to talk in that position; "What are you…"
Krasus slid his hair to the other side of his neck, so that Anduin could have a good view of what he was doing; then, he leaned forth and proceeded to lap at the small entrance, he did it so expertly it seemed to Anduin like he was passionately kissing him there.
At that, Wrathion stiffened entirely; he started to struggle, but Krasus held him more tightly, like it came to him second nature. "Bloody hell," Wrathion muttered, "Do that again."
Krasus ignored him, like he wasn't even in the room; he directed Anduin's attention to what he was doing, because now Anduin was staring at Wrathion's expression as well.
"Watch carefully," Krasus instructed, "you're doing this next."
Now both Wrathion and Anduin flushed; "I—" Anduin stammered, and Wrathion started on about how Anduin wouldn't know what the hell he was doing, but Krasus said nothing to that. He asked Anduin to have a close look, and then proceeded to lap at his entrance again, very slowly, and Wrathion was definitely loving that; Anduin watched in mute horror, he felt somehow like he ought not intrude on such intimate things, but watching was exactly what he was meant to do.
Krasus barely moved his lips away while he got one hand on Anduin's wrist, he murmured to him, "C'mere."
"No," Wrathion said, his voice came breathy and strained; "No, he can't—"
Krasus pulled back from where he'd been lapping at him, while clear rivulets glittered from his lips to the tender flesh below; he took the oil container and laid it on the sheets without a word, and then got his hands on Anduin's wrists. He placed them on Wrathion's behind, just where he'd been holding him, and then said to Anduin, "Go on, have a taste."
Anduin felt himself flush all over; not just his face or his ears, but his entire freaking body, he wondered how he could be so embarrassed after all the stuff they had already done. They'd bloody had sex already, so what was the big deal…?
Was it because Krasus was right there, and was staring so directly at everything they were doing? Was it because of the obscene position he'd got Wrathion in? Was it because he wasn't at all certain that Wrathion even wanted him to do this, and that he'd never done this before…?
For a moment, he met Wrathion's eyes, and gave a shy little laugh; "Hi," he said sheepishly, and Wrathion chuckled breathlessly in response. "You're dead," he muttered, "You are so dead."
"Sorry," Anduin grinned back; "I have to do this— I have to— you know—"
"I'll kill you," there came the response, "After this, you're getting dicked like twenty times over."
"Just do it," Krasus said, he prompted him forth, and finally Anduin proceeded to comply; very tentatively, he lowered his head the rest of the way and got his tongue on the small entrance, and then proceeded to lick him very carefully.
He could feel how under his hands, Wrathion's thighs had gone completely tight; he actually cried out softly, and it occurred to Anduin that he'd liked it.
Without pulling away, he shyly met his gaze, and realized that Wrathion was smiling; he was actually smiling...!
"You—" Anduin asked timidly, "Did you like that?"
At that, Wrathion laughed quietly in response; "Yeah," he said, "Yeah, that was really good."
Now Anduin couldn't help grinning outright; he asked, "Really?"
They eyed each other with childlike innocence; "Yeah," Wrathion said, "Could you do that some more?"
To be continued…

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A/N: I'm still looking for someone interested in RPing Wranduin, Illidan/Kael, Varian/Arthas, or many other m/m pairs from Warcraft (if this is on here then I'm still looking, hehe!) So, if anyone out there is up for it, please let me know ^^ (Contact info on my profile). I don't mind if you don't know that much lore, if you're new to Warcraft or to RPing, if you're a little shy, or if English isn't your first language; I just like writing with someone else who's passionate about the same stuff =)
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