Ekleipsis (Fantasy Romance - LGBT, manXman)

2.5.

"I love you," said the elf pleadingly and touched Alva's face again. "I want to belong to you, body and soul."

"Then what are you afraid of?"

Ithildin looked away. Alva, tenderly but insistently, made Ithildin face him. The elf bit his lip and did not speak.

"Tell me the truth, Ithildin, please."

"It ... it ... hurts," said Ithildin, eyes downcast. His blushes were barely visible in the twilight of the room. "Even with you, though you had been gentle with me."

"I was beastly with you," Alva hid his face in Ithildin's hair.

The strands smelled of woodland grass. Suddenly, Alva felt tears well up. He was silent for a long time, suppressing a desire to weep.

"Please, do not reject me," whispered the elf. He pressed against Alva and tried to undo his belt. "I bear pain more easily than people do, and with you, even the pain seems sweet."

"My darling, my love, my sweetheart, my silver flower ..." Alva kissed Ithildin's hands, laughing through his tears. "I swear not to hurt you ever again. I will not touch you until you want it yourself."

"But I want to! To be yours, to share your bed ..."

"There is so much you still do not know, my love." Alva leaned back and pulled Ithildin with him, so he ended up lying on Alva's chest. "Do you really think this is the only way to make love?"

In response to the elf's puzzled stare, the young man gripped him with his knees, and rubbed his hips against the elf shamelessly. His eyes were teasing.

"No," cried Ithildin and tried to break out of Alva's embrace, but could not do it easily.

"We are equal, my love, and I want to be yours as much as you want to be mine."

"I wouldn't hurt you!"

"You silly," cooed Alva, kissing him, "there is no pain at all if you do it right."

"But I never ... I don't know if I could."

"It's not as tricky as you think," said Alva with feigned assurance.

The learned treatises were silent on the subject of elven sexuality. Perhaps they only got turned on by women. Until now, Alva did not seem to affect Ithildin physically at all. Not that he had tried ...

As if in response to Alva's confusion, Ithildin whispered, eyes averted, "My people know nothing of carnality. We share the bed only for the sake of offspring. I am an elf, I can only give my body to you."

"And I am the God of Love and the Ars Amatoria Master – that's how I am known in Trianess. I have enough passion for both of us." Chevalier Ahayrre substantiated his words with a long scorching kiss.

When they paused for breath, Alva saw that the fear in the elf's eyes gave way to trust.

"Teach me pleasure. To take it and to give it! I want our every night to be joyous."

"Delighted, my love. Let's start on a big bed. The floor is too hard for my taste. I am very choosy that way..." and Alva laughed happily.

Their fears were unfounded. The famed elven coldness melted without a trace under Alva's deft hands and lascivious lips. The tide of arousal shattered the elf's composure and swept him out to the wanton sea of pleasure. His eyes opened wide in amazement, reflecting only desire and a staggering, overwhelming happiness. All restraint was gone. He moaned and writhed, hips pinned to be bed, while his lover's hot mouth caressed him. And then Alva let Ithildin take him.

After the first moment of hesitation, the few seconds of getting used to the sensation of the two bodies meeting for the first time, Ithildin took him as expertly and delicately, as if he had spent his entire life practicing. And into Alva's ear, he breathed, "Lielle, aerve, mi alesse ... my love, my life ..."

Gasping and frenzied, Alva felt he was melting into his lover. There had never been such perfect joining of souls and bodies. The orgasm crashed over them like an ocean wave that shatters, furious, against the rocks.

"I want more. I want you all the time."

"Lielle... Is this how it always is? For humans? Every night?"

"Yes, when you love each other ... But it will get even better."

"It can't be better, can it?"

"Don't know ... might be worth a try. Oh, dear God in heaven, it has never felt this good. If it gets any better, it will kill me. I am joking, don't look so scared, sweetness. Come here. I'll see how well you've learned. I am a very strict teacher."

"Now you have to try ... Please. Take me."

"Not yet, my love. We'll have plenty of time. I am yours tonight. And tomorrow night, and the night after tomorrow, and for as long as you want. My dearest ..."

All night long, gleaming silver mixed with burnished bronze, scarlet with pale pink, pearly white with sun-kissed gold, and emeralds reflected the molten silver. Their love was, by turns, unbridled and wild, and then soft and tender. The sunrise found them locked in an embrace, wan with lassitude, but still filled with desire.

Alva and Ithildin, fanart by Skifshi