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“How long are you going to stare?”
Lark's voice was higher to match her changed form but it was still the same husk, the same cadence, the same cute embarrassment at being openly admired.
The straining coat hid nothing at this point, her breasts pushed against the buttons and her crossed arms only accentuated the size.
Ruze gently pried her arms away, fingers flicking the buttons open. She was flushed in the wavering campfire light, the darkness of the new moons around them giving a false sense of privacy in the globe of warmth.
He put his hands on her, enjoying the jolt and the way she unconsciously bit her knuckle to keep from crying out.
Ah, he can't control it anymore. It's her fault for being so…careless…and trusted him……
“Ruze?” Lark looked into the eyes of someone, something else, not the travel companion he (she) had shared the secret of her curse with. The lilac right eye glowered at her, a strange unnatural light within it throwing the rest of his face into shadow.
The hands on her were still gentle but the nails were somehow sharper. He parted her clothing so easily she didn't have the time to protest or prepare.
The hands moved to grip her thighs, lifted her like a doll, putting her legs on his shoulders. She watched breathlessly as he arranged her as he liked, her back feeling every twig and grass through the cloak laid on the forest floor.
The tongue invading her entrance made her bucked and clutched at the cloak. This was not her first time but previous times were not in this form. This is too new. Too much. It felt…amazing.
Lark let go of thoughts and focused on the sensations.
The hands were still gentle but the grip was a vise.
The campfire flickered at the edge of her vision.
The tongue and grazing teeth eating all of her.
The sounds of twigs snapping.
The muted music of bugs.
The stars above her.
A white burst of pleasure.
Lark felt boneless as Ruze moved her legs around his waist. Her eyes were glazed but she didn't need to see it to know he was ready. He took her wrists away from the steadying earth, held it as she trembled in anticipation. The heat broke inside her effortlessly, filling every inch of her. She's splintering, rocking with every plunge. His hold on her was her only anchor, she was floating, there's only starlight and a colossal shadow lit by strange purple light above her and inside her.
The campfire had become coals, the forest beasts had all gone to sleep but they were still joined. There were only the sounds of their rubbing flesh and harsh breathing.
How many times?
Too full to answer.
Ah, she's delicious. Once in a decade when both moons closed their eyes and upended everything into their opposites, only then can he come out to feast. It was worth the wait.
Obsidian used Ruze's hand to brush away the hair obscuring the delicate fae’s face. Used his mouth to kiss her tenderly as she laid quiet in exhaustion.
“Thanks for the meal.”
Ruze woke slowly, swimming through an acrid black haze fogging his mind and memory. The struggle was familiar but it's harder to come back this time. He had let go of control during the night of the new moons, he remembered that much. What day is it? And was Lark alright-
“I’m sore all over, no thanks to that thing inside you,” the sharp edge of the knife held at his throat, and the bite in Lark's deeper voice, woke Ruze completely.
He opened his eyes to see the fae straddling him on his chest, expression set halfway between anger and relief. Ruze tried to move but was happy to find he couldn't, the rope tied securely around his limbs were made of the strongest spider's silk after all. He was the one who gave them to Lark, to use when he might lose control.
“Sorry? I think. He didn't hurt you too much, did he?” Ruze looked for signs of wounds on Lark and was relieved to find none at first glance.
“No, but you could have told me he would take forever to get his fill of whatever it was you said. Essences? Sex? Never mind what it was. You also should have told me the most important part: that you would pass out for three whole days afterwards. I thought you might have died!” Lark’s voice broke on the last word and he turned his face away, embarrassed at having lost control.
“I'm fine now, I'm back,” Ruze panicked. “I should have told you everything but I didn't want you to worry. This is normal for me. Lark, please-”
Lark tsked and got up, the knife in his hand flickered faster than a blink and parted the ropes around Ruze.
Ruze levered himself up and enveloped the smaller fae in his arms, careful not to blind his eyes on the horns. The lithe form shook imperceptibly against him and his heart went out to his companion and lover of many years.
“Sorry. I'll make it up to you.”
Lark bunched Ruze's shirt in his fists and tugged him down to face him, “Make it up to me right the fuck now.”
Ruze had to swallow his words or he might have accidentally bitten Lark's tongue. The fae was kissing him like he was trying to drown them both. He had to remember to breathe and to slow down for both their sakes. It was as if the worry over the past three days broke the dam of control Lark had and he was letting it show in broad daylight.
The fae had climbed and locked his legs around the taller man, arms clinging around Ruze's shoulders, still not letting him take full breaths in-between the kisses. They were both hard and grinding against each other, and it took everything for Ruze to stay standing.
But he didn't account for the dew-slick grass and Ruze stumbled trying to keep his balance. He lost the battle and fell hard on his back, already winded from the aggressive foreplay and now with a new ache where he knocked his head.
“Serves you right,” Lark said from where he had landed gracefully on his feet, licking the corner of his red lips and eyeing the tent Ruze was making of his trousers.
Ruze sighed as he rubbed his bruised skull, “How many times do you want me to say sorry- Lark, what are you doing-”
The fae had shed his trousers and boots, turned his back on Ruze and was working on freeing the other's pants lace.
“You can't be- You're going to hurt yourself again,” Ruze protested weakly.
“No, I won't,” Lark said as he sheathed Ruze's entire member at once.
Ruze hissed, felt his face flushed to the tips of his ears, “Did you- were you working yourself loose this entire time?”
Lark wiggled, suddenly self-conscious, “I was having phantom aches since I turned back. That Obsidian left, I guess an ‘itch’?, inside me and I was-” Lark's breath hitched as he felt it, “How did you just get larger-”
“He left something inside you.” Ruze's voice was dreadfully calm in contrast to what he was doing, his hands spreading Lark's buttcheeks for a better look and leaving trails of heat as they moved up to grip his waist.
“It’s not a physical ‘thing’, I didn't mean it like that. Ruze wait-!” It was Lark's turn to panic, he didn't like how the tide was shifting, how the air seemed to stilled in the face of the other's anger, or how hot the hands at his waist were, how it made him feel powerless and aroused all at once.
Too late, Lark faceplanted as Ruze got on his knees and drove into him mercilessly, whimpered as the man whispered in his quivering ears, “If you wanted to be fucked senseless instead of hearing my groveling apologies you should have said so. I'll be glad to oblige.”
Lark only managed one word in reply as he felt his consciousness turn to white haze, “Harder.”
And Ruze obliged him until the waxing crescent moons rose and they had to move to make camp on a fresh patch of grass.