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“Alright.” Sazahk rose to his knees and retrieved the jar of petroleum jelly from Garin’s medkit. “I know this is difficult given your current level of distress but try to relax.”
Relax? Garin let out a delirious laugh. How the hell could he relax with Sazahk swiping a dollop of lubricant onto one of his long fingers and reaching down between Garin’s thighs where?—
Garin dropped his head back and keened as Sazahk pressed a single digit past the ring of Garin’s muscle. “Oh god, Sazahk, fuck.” Garin’s arms collapsed out from under him, and his back hit the ground again.
“Perfect, Garin, that’s right. Well done.” Sazahk bent over him and planted a hand in the dirt beside Garin’s head, watching his face and whispering praises as he worked his finger in and out. “You’re taking it well. Keep moaning, you’re going to be alright.”
Garin didn’t have a choice, moans spilling from his lips and falling all over each other as Sazahk wasted no time in stroking firmly over his prostate. Garin had been fingered before, though it wasn’t his usual role. He’d had a couple men spice up a blowjob with a finger up his ass, and he’d been stretched a time or two on the occasions he’d played catcher, but again, inevitably, none of it compared to Sazahk.
Sazahk manipulated Garin’s body like he’d written the goddamn manual for it. He pumped his finger in and out of Garin’s hole, studying Garin’s face and cataloging every reaction as he brushed against that spot inside him and teased his tight rim with his thumb. When Garin forced his eyes open, he fell into Sazahk’s gaze, and his cock twitched and drooled across his stomach.
He’d never been looked at like that.
No one in his life had ever gazed at him with the concentration Sazahk focused on him and Garin’s throat closed up.
“Sazahk.” Garin reached for the man’s cheek, then caught himself and snapped his hand back down. Don’t touch. He couldn’t touch.
Sazahk’s eyes flashed to Garin’s hand, digging into the dirt, and pink, purple, gray, and black spiraled briefly through the green. He gritted his teeth, then crooked his finger against Garin’s prostate, scooped up a handful of jelly with his free hand and grabbed Garin’s cock.
“Sazahk!” Garin’s hips arched off the ground as fresh sensations flooded his body. “Sazahk, Sazahk, please, yes, fuck, please, please.”
“You beg,” Sazahk panted, licking his lips. “It never occurred to me that you might be the type to beg in bed, but I suppose this is perhaps an extenuating circumstance and not a usual feature of your sexual activities.”
“It—It—” Garin whimpered as Sazahk tapped out a chaotic rhythm against his prostate. “It’s not, but you—fuck—Sazahk, you—” He whimpered again and shook his head, unable to get the words through his own net of guilt and insecurity.
“We can discuss it later. Judging by your muscular contractions and the changing pitch of your vocality, you’re approaching orgasm.” Sazahk increased his pace and Garin’s hips thrust and rocked to chase the sensations. “Are you close, Garin?”
“Yes.” Garin nodded frantically, that edge he’d feared he’d never reach rushing toward him. “Yes, but—” he fingers flexed and clenched “—I need…Sazahk, please, I’m sorry, please.”
Sazahk’s eyes darted to Garin’s hands and he let out a little growl. Brown and purple burst across his temples and he released Garin’s cock just long enough to grab Garin’s hand and bring it to the side of his own face. “Don’t be sorry, Garin. Touch me. If that’s what you need, then touch me.”
A broken sob ripped from Garin’s throat as he finally—finally, finally—tangled his fingers in Sazahk’s soft, pale hair. “Thank you, thank you, Sazahk, god, thank you.” He wrapped his legs around Sazahk’s narrow waist and lifted his hips to meet the thrusts of Sazahk’s finger still pistoning in and out of him.
“Garin,” Sazahk bit off a whimper of his own as he tipped forward into Garin’s grip. Garin held Sazahk’s face in both hands, pushing his fingers through his hair and unraveling his braid until his silvery locks spilled out and framed his gorgeous face spiraling with all the colors of a forest as he gazed down at Garin with those fathomless eyes.
“Sazahk, I—I’m so close,” Garin gasped into the space between their mouths. Sazahk’s parted lips hovered inches above Garin’s, so close Garin could almost taste him.
“I know.” Sazahk’s eyes roamed over Garin’s face and Garin whimpered when they caught on his mouth. He’d close that distance if they were lovers. If this was real. If Sazahk wanted this.
“Oh fuck, right there.” Garin arched, and the pressure pulled taut at the base of his spine as Sazahk’s thumb dug in just below the vein under his cock.
“I know,” Sazahk said again, his hair falling like a sheet around them as he bent closer to Garin’s body and fingered him faster. “Let go, Garin. You’re alright. You’re going to be alright. Let go.”
The pressure in Garin’s hips snapped, and he threw back his head with a cry. His release swept through him, shaking his whole body.
“There you go, Garin. Well done. Well done,” Sazahk murmured to him as he worked Garin through his orgasm, pumping his finger through his clenching hole and milking his cock for every drop of cum. Stars danced before Garin’s eyes and bolts of electricity zapped through him. He moaned and writhed until finally his body shook itself into stillness and his moans turned to whimpers.
“Sazahk.” Garin stroked Sazahk’s hair with shuddering hands and curled inward, tugging Sazahk closer to him. “Holy shit.”
Sazahk quirked a smile and slipped his finger from Garin’s loose hole. “You look significantly less distressed than when we began. And I’m sure you’ll be pleased to know that you’ve begun to soften, so we can rule out concerns over priapism.”
“I’m not concerned.” Garin’s energy level plummeted and his eyelids drooped.
“Good.” Sazahk wiped his cum-covered hand on his own pants and peeled Garin’s palm from his cheek. Garin dropped his arms with a sleepy curl of guilt. Don’t touch. “I need a sample of your ejaculate.”
“That shouldn’t be hard.” Garin couldn’t move. His eyelids felt as heavy as the packs he’d humped for miles during PT and his body felt just like it did after a forty-mile march through rough terrain.
Sazahk climbed out from between Garin’s thighs and rustled around beside him. In a moment, a swab swiped up a glob of cum from above Garin’s belly button. The next moment, a soft cloth cleared away the rest of the mess. And in the third moment, Sazahk shoved against his shoulder.
