Torven leaned in and whispered softly into his ear, almost shyly:
"Will you do me a favor and pose for me?"
Nox hesitated. The thought of being fully exposed, watched, studied by Torven, by someone he cared about, made his skin prickle. What if Torven saw every imperfection, every line and scar he usually tried to hide? What if he wasn't enough?
But beneath the nervous flutter, something else stirred. A spark of anticipation, a quiet yearning he hadn't fully acknowledged before. The idea of being seen, really seen, by someone he cared about so deeply was both terrifying and irresistibly arousing.
"Okay," he said quietly, uncertain. "But... don't laugh."
Torven's gentle smile was the only answer he needed. It was warm, reassuring, full of quiet promise. The tall warrior then led him toward the sofa tucked in the corner of the room. Nox went to sit, but Torven stopped him with a hand on his arm.
"Wait. It's too dirty." He walked over to a cabinet, pulled out a clean sheet of cloth, and carefully laid it across the sofa.
"There. So you'll be more comfortable."
Nox's breath hitched slightly at the simple kindness. It wasn't just the sheet, it was the way Torven thought of him, cared for him in the smallest details. That care made him feel cherished, seen in a way he rarely allowed himself.
He nodded and began to undress slowly. The daylight was pouring through the window in the ceiling, casting a golden glow over his skin. His hands trembled a little as he peeled off his shirt, revealing the faint scars and muscles beneath.
Nox hesitated, caught between vulnerability and desire. The room felt suddenly too bright, too exposed. His eyes flicked toward Torven, searching for reassurance.
"How should I sit? What position do you want?"
"However you feel comfortable," Torven replied calmly with warm eyes. "Every side of you is beautiful."
That single line struck Nox straight in the chest. 'How is it that he always knows what to say, so sly.' He thought. It was both infuriating and irresistible.
He settled back, resting his head lightly against the sofa's arm, his gaze still fixed on Torven. He did his best to cover his more intimate parts, shifting slightly to conceal the evidence of his arousal.
Torven was already holding a piece of charcoal, moving with quiet confidence. The way his shoulders shifted with each stroke, the subtle tension in his exposed forearms, the way he brushed a few strands of hair from his forehead, Nox just couldn't look away. He wondered, suddenly, if he should learn to draw himself. If only to capture the way Torven looked right now.
At some point, time blurred. He must've dozed off.
When Torven returned to his side after a few hours, Nox opened his eyes and murmured:
"Hey, handsome. I've been a good boy. Kiss me."
And so he was kissed.
Torven's lips were warm, and his tongue slipped in with slow intent, igniting every nerve in Nox's body. He let out a soft moan and felt himself harden again instantly.
He pulled Torven closer, sitting up and wrapping his legs around him in a silent plea for more. Torven didn't need any convincing; he was just as hungry. His fingers began exploring and caressing every line of Nox's skin. He moved lower, kissing along his stomach.
And then, with a slow but deliberate motion, he took Nox into his mouth.
Nox gasped as the sensation hit like lightning. Overwhelmed by the sudden rush of sensation he almost came instantly. His body trembled beneath Torven's touch, fingers gripping the sofa.
But Torven wasn't finished.
He lingered only a moment before letting his lips wander again, trailing slow kisses lower and lower. Nox's breath caught when he realized where he was headed. And then, Torven's tongue brushed softly over the sensitive rim of his entrance. Nox froze.
"No..." he whispered, breath ragged.
Torven looked up with calm, steady eyes. Not forcing. Just asking. Reassuring.
And Nox let him.
Because he trusted him. Because some part of him had wanted this long before he could admit it.
When the heat of Torven's tongue slid inside, Nox arched his back with a soft cry.
One of Torven's hands pressed gently against his stomach while the other slipped between his cheeks, with fingers helping Nox to stretch. His was relentless, drawing trembling gasps from Nox with every motion. Nox's breathing quickened, growing ragged and heavy. His eyes squeezed shut as waves of sensation washed over him, every nerve alight with pleasure.
"I... I can't take it anymore..." he whispered.
Torven didn't stop. But he eased the pace, guiding him gently towards the release, almost lovingly. His tongue teased and circled, Nox's breath hitched and broke. His hands gripped the cushion beneath him, and soft, broken moans escaped him, raw and urgent, spilling from deep inside. Nox climaxed, this time spilling across his own stomach. The orgasm rocked through him in waves.
And still, it wasn't over.
Torven was hard. Needy. He took his clothes off quickly, then leaned over Nox, gently parting his thighs. Pressing himself against Nox's entrance, he paused, ready to enter. With half-lidded eyes, Nox gave a silent nod, surrendering completely. Torven began to enter slowly. So slowly that Nox felt every stretch, every moment of fullness.
He gasped. From pain, from pleasure, it no longer mattered. But he didn't want it to end.
"Wait," Nox said breathlessly. "I want to try something different."
Without hesitation, he shifted his weight and carefully turned onto his stomach, pressing his cheek against the soft cushion beneath him.
Torven followed seamlessly, his hands steady as he repositioned himself behind Nox. He pressed gently at first, then pushed deeper, deeper than before. The sensation was unlike anything Nox had experienced; it felt as if Torven was reaching into a hidden place inside him, touching parts no one ever had.
Nox whimpered.
One of Torven's hands found firm purchase on his hip, anchoring him, while the other hand traced a slow, teasing path along his spine, sending shivers cascading down Nox's back. It then slid beneath his stomach and found his shaft again, stroking it slowly, perfectly in rhythm with the steady movements of his hips.
"I'm... I'm so close," Nox gasped, breath catching in his throat.
Sensing his partner's edge, Torven quickened his pace with measured urgency. He leaned forward, their fingers intertwining tightly as he pressed a warm, lingering kiss to the nape of Nox's neck
And then, it all came crashing down.
Nox's entire body convulsed. He groaned, shuddered, and lost control. His climax hit like lightning. Torven followed right after, burying himself deep inside, groaning as he released into him, feeling the tight clench of Nox's body pulling him in.
They stayed that way for a while, entwined and breathless.
Eventually, slowly, they pulled away. Got dressed. And returned home together, with their hearts full and bodies completely exhausted.