Chapter 4: Climax
Haleth gripped the sheets, bucking into the air, back arching as he heaved breathlessly. Ner leaned over him with a devious expression, touching his chin and forcing the elf to look up. "You're trying too hard." He tutted. Haleth was at Ner's mercy and he knew it, wrists tied to the four posters of his bed, spread eagle. Ner leaned down, placing his chin on the elf's chest, looking up at him with big eyes. "You'll come when I tell you to, anyways." Haleth felt a pang, a flash of heat just at the man's words and such an innocent look from the face that said them. Fully clothed, it only made Ner more in control, utterly dominating. "You don't have to pretend around me, Haleth. We know each other. Intimately." Ner reached down, palm cupping Haleth's head, rubbing it circularly, pre-cum smearing around the tip. "Just enjoy this experience." Ner closed his eyes as he leaned up, kissing Haleth's collar bone, pressing a flurry of soft kisses up his neck. He'd bite just beneath the man's jaw, sucking on his skin as his fingers darted gently along Haleth's length. "Tell me you want me."
"Ner..." Haleth sucked in a laboured breath as he stared down at him. "Please... Just..."
"Just what?" Ner stopped his hand. "Use your words. You talk big when we fight, but if this is the showing..." He sat up on Haleth's stomach, smiling down at him. "Then you don't deserve respite, do you?" He moved his arm back, pumping Haleth's dick hard, the man struggling against his restraints as a shocked gasp left his mouth. It was so sudden, the strong sparks of pleasure, but then it was gone as Ner stopped his hand once more. Haleth's expression said it all: he was desperate for more.
"Please..." Haleth started, taking in a sharp breath as Ner reached back once more to grasp his member. "Please... Help me."
"Help you do what? Come on..." Ner stroked him lightly, leaning back to squeeze Haleth's balls, rubbing beneath his shaft with a thumb. "Speak up. Beg me to fuck you." He looked back at Haleth with a grin.
"See? Was that so hard?" The man beneath him only moaned in response, thrusting himself into Ner's hands. He was a beautiful sight, lying there with no control, covered in sweat, the muscles in his arms bulging as he pulled against the ropes that bound him. Ner's lust continued to build as he watched him, his erection pressing painfully against the length of his trousers. But he refused to let go of any more restraint, fully intent on dragging out this moment of power.
Releasing the tip of Haleth's cock, he licked his thumb and forefinger, rubbing them against the sticky pre-cum that seeped through the human's head. He moaned, and Ner smirked, sensing a weakness.
With a swift movement, Ner let go of his shaft, looming over Haleth with the taste of salt on his lips. Gripping the base of Haleth's cock, he maneuvered it into his mouth, flicking his tongue with delight along the edge.
He felt Haleth's body tense as he released a wave of pleasure. Ner's own member throbbed in response, trapped against the wooden bed frame beneath him. Haleth's muscles tensed and released as Ner skillfully worked his mouth up and down, the man's body unable to resist.
Ner's cheek pressed against the man's stomach, feeling the warmth of his sweat as it left small droplets behind. He moved his spare hand against Haleth's inner thigh, tracing his fingers along the surface of his skin.
Each caress caused Haleth to flinch, twitching from the new barrage of pleasurable sensations - in this moment, Ner was not the gentle, charming elf that everyone knew. Rather, he was a bewitching, dominant being, drawing upon Haleth's desires with each flick of his manifesting powers.
Ner's fingers wandered barbarously, raising a magnetic rhythm that defied Haleth's attempts to resist. Instead, with eyes closed, he surrendered and accepted the oncoming intense culmination.
Ner could feel the man's knees trembling, reacting to the sweet overload. It was only then that Ner began to work his hand back into the dance, vigorously moving along the man's cock again. He crafted a skilled, almost evil, depth of pleasure that made Haleth lose all sense of reason.
Every movement, every touch, and every sensation was intentional and deliberate, Ner's body radiating confidence as he expertly tamed Haleth.
With the waves of pleasure crashing through him, Haleth's bond to his restraints began to rise. Every clench of his fist strained against the ropes, skin heated and stretched, sweat dripping down however his muscles allowed.
The candlelight lit his dark brown hair, casting shadows beneath his sharply defined cheekbones. The glow set fire to the elegant curves of his torso, merging with the thick, musky aroma of Haleth's perspiration.
It was a sight to behold, and Ner, as he pulled away from the human's trembling cock, felt a magnetic pulse between them. This was the culmination of the storm that had been brewing for as long as they had known each other: the stoic warrior and the elusive, charismatic elf.
The once worn wooden flooring beneath them was sticky with candle wax, puddles of it amassed near the windowsill.
They would need to clean the floor in the daytime, but for now, this cabin still held the secrets of their passionate encounter. Ner ran his fingers through his long, lustrous hair, now tangled from the ferocity brought forth on clue hands on Haleth. The man lay still, his breathing still laboured as his freed hands traced patterns over his chiseled chest, an unconscious gesture. Ner knew he didn't satisfy many with just his charm; his raw power was rarely unveiled. But now, looking down at the man spent on his bed, he felt a rare warmth in his chest.
It wasn't just desire or a lust-filled high from their encounter. No, it was deeper, an affection that made Ner's heart flutter, and it made him come alive.
He let out a slow breath, running his fingers over the cool, smooth surface of the now-extinguished candles. He didn't want to clean up just yet. He wanted to remember this moment, the quivering muscles of Haleth's abs and the sensation of his cock against his fingertips.
Haleth, too, seemed to revel in the newfound stillness between them.
The once-quick rise and fall of his chest had slowed, and his eyes glittered with an intense satisfaction as Ner approached.
Ner reached out, tracing the line of Haleth's jaw down to his neck, where he could still see the faint red outline of his teeth. His touch lingered there, a gentle reminder of the possession just claimed.
For a moment, they simply drank each other in, wordless and lost. The scent of musk and sweat hung heavy in the air, a lingering reminder of their passionate encounter.
Ner's breath caught in his throat, unable to tear his gaze away from Haleth's still form, so peaceful in the aftermath of their raw, pulsing connection. He had known desire before, had felt the urge and followed it to blissful satisfaction. But never had he felt such intensity as the moments he had shared with Haleth.
Ner's fingertips traced the lines of Haleth's well-defined abs, relishing the feeling of satin skin over solid muscle.