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Garrett helped haul Leirreth up, seating the elf firmly around his waist, and kissed him back. "I love you too, Tiny."

A gentle nip at a pointed ear that turned into a lingering thing, worrying the delicate tip between careful teeth. Then he wrapped an enormous robe around them both, grabbed some towels in his free hand, and walked them to his bedroom.

He nestled close against him for the whole trip, holding on like a tree frog and loving every moment. He knew what he intended to do tonight, and he was going to love every moment of that, too - and so, he thought, would Garrett once he realised that it really was going to happen. He kissed Garrett's neck. "I love being tiny for you, too."

He hummed his approval and tilted his head to give Leirreth better access to his throat. "I know. I love being your giant shem."

His hands kneaded at Leirreth's ass, from their entirely innocent position supporting his weight. He was still mostly hard from before, and couldn't resist a little touching. The elf likely had no idea how easily he drove Garrett crazy.

And now that Garrett was fully aware of his touching and teasing, Leirreth gave a squirm against his chest, letting him feel how close they were and how very, very happy he was to be in Garrett's arms. Not that he was entirely hard, but... well. There was some obvious arousal there. "Come on," he purred. "Bed. So I can see what I can do."

Garrett hummed in approval and obliged, moving them towards the bed and depositing Leirreth on it. Once he'd shucked the robe, they were both naked, a position he was extremely fond it.

Still, as much as he wanted to pin Leirreth to the bed and kiss him soundly, he laid down next to the elf calmly. As ever these days, he let Leirreth take the lead.

And that was when Leirreth sat up. Not far, but enough to lean over Garrett and start to kiss him, hand braced on his chest. But as he kept kissing, he let his hand wander downward. First over chest, then belly, and then along the line of his hip. It was slow, intentionally torturously slow, how he slipped his hand to the inside of Garrett's thighs.

Garrett wrapped his arms loosely around Leirreth, kissing back with everything he had. It was too much, maybe, too soon, but Maker's breath he wanted him. Wanted him fiercely, and physically, and emotionally, and with every other part of him. Maybe Leirreth could sense that- maybe that's how he was able to hypnotize Garrett so completely with that slowly wandering hand.

When it finally got near somewhere interesting, he made a faint sound into their kiss, then broke it to nip at the elf's sensitive ear.

A faint gasp and Leirreth chided, "Not yet." But his fingers didn't stop their wandering. He let them continue upward, exploring a body he already knew well. He'd had his hands on Garrett's balls once. Now they were there again, giving that gentle kneading, that exploration. So soft, cooler than the surrounding skin, heavy and delicate at once. "Mm. You know I love these," he whispered, quiet and teasing.

Garrett sighed against Leirreth's skin; the touch felt wonderful, and Leirreth more so. He had a way of gently kneading, softly caressing, that drove Garrett mad. It got him hard in a slow sort of way that was inexorable, filling his cock while making it ache for want of touch.

"I know you do," he murmured back. Despite the elf's protest, he went back to his work teasing at that delicate pointed ear. Garrett always loved how sensitive they were.

Despite the moans Garrett's lips drew from him thanks to his attentions to his ears, he kept his fingers at work, enjoying Garrett thoroughly - and then beginning to stroke the fingertips of one hand along the hot, hard, thick cock he loved just as much as the heavy balls beneath. "Mmh, such soft skin..." So much warmer than his, too. His touch was likely cool compared to the heat of Garrett's erection, light and grazing as it was. "I've always liked that."

And it was a start. A start toward more, it seemed, as those fingertips worked up to, and then traced over, the head of Garrett's cock.

“Oh,” Garrett moaned, with a twitch of his wanting cock. After being teased, he wanted that hand on him more than anything. The light touch didn’t do too much, but after so long with hardly any touching or any of Leirreth at all, he felt like every nerve was hypersensitive. It made him gasp a little and close his teeth a bit harder, dragging his teeth over the sensitive point of the elf’s delicate ear. “Maker, I missed you.”

"Garrett--" He finally had to pull back, to draw his ear out of Garrett's easy reach. This wasn't about him. He wasn't going to let himself be distracted from his own purposes.

Instead, he crept slowly downward as his hand traced up and down until it reached and settled at the base: the perfect bracing for how he started to dab the tiniest little licks to that delicate skin.

It was torture.

Not at first. At first, Garrett moaned and inhaled sharply and lay back and enjoyed those delicate little kitten licks. It felt wonderful, especially to the underside of the head, that sensitive spot. He relished the way those little touches went through him like lightning, making him ache for what was to come next.

Until Leirreth kept going. Until he realized nothing was coming next. Until it had been ten minutes, and there was no sign of anything less teasing, and Garrett was so hard and wanting that his hips actually rocked in Leirreth's hands very slightly. Until each breath came like the faintest, thready little moan, and the need for more settled around him like suffocation so he could scarcely breathe for it.

"Fuck, Leirreth- come on," he gasped, a thin whine escaping him.

"I'm trying, Garrett," he answered, voice sounding a little wounded. He also stopped off with the licking, hands going still from what small amount of stroking he'd been doing to go around with those tiny little licks. Instead, he looked up at Garrett with a hurt cast to his eyes. "I'm sorry if it's not enough for you."

And he even started to back off, shoulders slumped. Resignation setting in.

Garrett looked up in alarm, guilt flooding him fast enough to make him sick. Shit, he hadn’t thought it was such a bad comment- but if Leirreth was already having trouble, of course he’d take it badly. Damn it. He reached for Leirreth, apology writ large on his face.

“No, no! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. It just- never mind, ignore that- you’re fine.”

He let himself be pulled up into Garrett's arms with a flicker of guilt. That was... a little far, wasn't it? He hid his confusion by nuzzling into Garrett's chest, against his neck, and wrapped himself around the much larger body to soak in the warmth and tell himself - Garrett knew, didn't he? That this was teasing and play? Surely. He had to know. Leirreth brushed a lingering kiss to his skin. Garret had to know by now.

Garrett enveloped Leirreth in his arms, pressing a kiss into those dark curls he loved so much. Guilt ate away at him, but it still took real effort not to make a low sound when Leirreth's thigh bumped against his aching cock.

"Sorry, babe," he whispered. So no, he had no idea this was just play. As far as he was concerned, this was a continuation of the same sexual shyness and start-and-stop uncertainty Leirreth has had since the Colva incident. "I didn't mean to rush you. Scout's honor, I'll be as patient as you need."

The flicker of guilt grew into something big and messy and painful, and Leirreth knew he couldn't keep going exactly as he had been. Because what had been play for him had been taken all too seriously by Garrett.

He reached up, framing his mountain of a man's face in his hands, and he kissed him. And it wasn't innocent, but it also wasn't heated. If anything, it was heavy with apology and caring, his arms wrapping around Garrett's neck in time. Despite their difference in size, he braced himself against the mattress and he pushed Garrett over, onto his back, so he could shift up and sit astride his stomach - and look into his eyes.

"I love you. You know that, right?"

Garrett furrowed his brow in confusion and cupped Leirreth's small face in the cradle of his hands. A mirror of the tender gesture the elf gave him only moments before.

"Of course. I love you, too." Unsure of what was troubling him, Garrett sat up just enough to take Leirreth's mouth in a sweet, lingering kiss. "Can I tell you a secret? It's sort of embarrassing. Don't tell anyone."

"Of course," he said, looking into Garrett's eyes with confusion of his own. "You can tell me anything, amor."

It was a distraction, but maybe... Maybe it would make it easier to settle what it was that had happened here, whatever it was, whatever misunderstanding, had come between them just moments before. He needed to clear the air. For his own sake. For Garrett's, too.

"It's just..." he sort of trailed off, looking both uncharacteristically innocent and just a touch mischievous. "There's this boy. I really like him. As, like, more than a friend? Don't tell, okay? I think I love him. In fact, I think it's the sort of thing I've never felt before in my whole life."

He nuzzled against Leirreth's nose. "It's super embarrassing, don't tell!"

Sounding for all the world like a teenage girl.

Edited 2018-08-14 02:37 (UTC)

Leirreth laughed before he could stop himself. And then, going off of Garrett's mood, he pushed himself into an unconvincing pout. "Is this the part where you tell me you're leaving me for Orsino?"

He brushed his nose against Garrett's, and then laid down on top of his chest, face perfectly fitted to the curve of his neck to his shoulder. Maker's balls, he loved this man.

"Mmm, he's yummy," Garrett conceded. "But he doesn't get my willy up like you, babe." Romance.

Garrett wrapped his enormous bear arms around his wee elf and hugged him fiercely.

He gave an oof at being hugged so tight - but honestly, it was a feeling he wouldn't trade for the world. It meant he was cared for, loved, wanted, accepted... He'd felt the same around Zevran, and he missed the damned Crow, but at the same time...

At the same time, he understood why Zev was where he was, why they'd drifted a little farther apart. He'd been with Garrett now longer than he'd been with Zev. And...

"Sweetheart, as precious as you are, and as much as I love this hug, I need to ask you something."

Garrett eased up on the squeezing a bit, enough to let Leirreth back off and look him in the eye proper. Maker, he loved this man. It wasn't anything he'd ever felt before- and he'd had relationships. He'd been with a woman for almost a year once, and it had never felt a quarter this intense.

"What's that?"

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