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Fjord has had this... thing... going on with Caleb for a while. Almost a year actually. They share a bed whenever possible (which is basically always thanks to Caleb's tower), they take each other out to dinner when they aren't busy killing monsters and always end the night with a kiss, and they stay up late talking more often than not. Whether it's about their latest job, their pasts, or their hopes for the future, Fjord always feels like he's truly made a genuine connection with Caleb. He supposes it could be called a relationship, not that he'd really know. It's been ages since he's really had a relationship, and it's never been something like this. Caleb is someone he respects. Someone he's grown to truly care for as well, and he's pretty sure that feeling is reciprocated. 

The problem is he's almost positive that Caleb wants to have sex. Now he's not the best at reading people, but even he can catch the way Caleb looks at him like he wants to tear his clothes off, sometimes even in the middle of battle.

The thing is it's been an even longer time since Fjord has had sex. Everyone in the group knew that Fjord used to file his tusks down, and they were all more than supportive of his decision to stop doing it. It was nice, being able to feel that much more like himself. He barely even felt the need to apologize for them when he kissed Caleb lately. But it wasn't just his tusks that made himself feel ashamed of who he was. 

He was... rather well endowed, to say the least. Another manifestation of his orcish lineage, another thing he was bullied for growing up, and another thing he resented about himself. He knew it wasn't something that should be a problem, not when there were people out there trying to use potions or magic to get what he had. And the bullies were either jealous or just desperately looking for another way to call him a freak. But he also knew first-hand that it was more of a curse than a blessing.

He'd lost his virginity at 17 to a lovely half-elven girl named Belara that he'd met while working on the docks. She was more experienced than him, but not by much. She'd guided him through preparing her the amount that she was used to with all three of her previous lovers, and they had very uncomfortable sex for about 10 minutes before he felt her shaking and noticed tears on her face and pulled out as quickly as possible. The girl had told him afterwards that they should probably not see each other again because it wasn't supposed to hurt like that. She apparently told someone about it. The rumor spread around, and as rumors do it was enhanced and exaggerated as it was shared more and more until all the girls around his age thought he was some sort of savage creature with a weird unnatural dick that grew thorns or something once inside. He never really caught up on the more recent gossip but he was sure it became even more outlandish.

Belara came to him to apologize, tearfully saying she had never meant for it to happen, that she'd only told her sister a few details of what had happened between them, and that she would have never purposefully spread something bad about him. He believed her. He knew she probably felt vulnerable and scared that night and didn't really mean it. Regardless, eventually his romantic prospects in Port Damali were down to approximately two people with an orc fetish. He joined up with the crew of the Tide's Breath a few months later, and the rest was history.

That experience was what was currently holding him back. Even though Belara didn't really mean what she said, he did hurt her, and it made him feel like a monster. He could never forget the way she was shaking or the quiver in her voice. That was because of him. He didn't want to hurt someone like that again. He didn't want to hurt Caleb like that. Not when he'd been hurt so much in the past. But he was also worried that Caleb would just break the relationship off if there was no sex. He knew how important that was to a lot of people. Hell, it was important to him too. Just because he abstained it didn't mean his libido wasn't constantly on and blazing. So he was in a predicament. One that seemingly had only one solution.

He was going to need to talk to Caleb.

About his insecurities.

Wildmother help him.

Whether fortunately or unfortunately for Fjord, Caleb ended up broaching the topic first. 

It was after their most recent date. Fjord had found a hole in the wall Zemnian restaurant on the walk back from helping Beau out with sweet talking the librarians at the Cobalt Reserve to let her take some mildly forbidden books out with her. He thought it would be nice to surprise Caleb with a bit of a taste of home. He had no idea how much it would actually mean to Caleb. He'd nearly cried at the smell when the plates came out, and Fjord gave a reassuring squeeze of his hand under the table before they dug in. The food was good, but watching Caleb savor every bite with his eyes closed as though it was his last and excitedly speak a mile a minute in his native tongue to the server was even better. By the end of the meal he was practically best friends with the owner, a tiny and shockingly spry 90 year old Zemnian woman with long gray hair in a braid, and he had a standing invitation to come back any time for free pastries. Fjord noticed at some point the woman looked very pointedly over at him, scanned him up and down, then turned back to Caleb, reached up to pat him on the cheek, and said something in Zemnian that made him blush.

A few hours later they were in bed making out. Clearly Caleb had enjoyed himself, because this was the farthest they had gone so far and it was definitely starting to get hot and heavy. That was Fjord's cue to pull back as usual. Caleb looked at him with an expression of bewilderment.

"Are you not attracted to me Fjord?"

Fjord's eyes widened. Shit this was not how this was supposed to go. "What?! Of course I'm attracted to you. Caleb, you're the most incredible man I've ever met."

"Then what is wrong? Why do you keep pushing me away any time we get close to being intimate?" Caleb's normally steady voice was shaking a bit, and Fjord knew he had to fix the problem now. He wanted to avoid hurting Caleb but that clearly wasn't working. He took a deep breath as they both sat up on the edge of the bed.

"I have some... body issues. It's something I've been trying to work through on my own so I could be what you deserve, I thought if I could push off sex long enough I'd be able to get over it."

"Is this about the tusks? Fjord you know they don't bother me."

"No. I mean that's probably part of it but it's not the main thing." Fjord flinched a bit as Caleb took his hand and ran his thumb over the back of it.

"I'm sorry Fjord. I shouldn't have accused you like that. I don't need to have sex to be happy with you, you already make me feel so wonderful." He looked up with his eyes shining from unshed tears. "But I would like to help you with whatever this is if you'll allow me. You do not have to do this alone, and I will never judge you. You know me, even if I wanted to judge I wouldn't have a leg to stand on."

Fjord pulled him in to give him a quick peck on the lips before explaining. "Alright. You're right, I'll just tell you. Just... it's going to sound stupid, okay?"

"If it's having this much of an effect on you than it could never be stupid mein liebling. Not to me."

"I just. I'm really big. Below the belt. It's an orc thing I think."

Caleb furrowed his brow. "I've seen you in the baths Fjord. I already knew that."

Fjord cleared his throat. "It- ahem. It gets a lot bigger than that."

Caleb took in a shaky breath and let it out. Fjord looked over to see his eyes were blown wide before looking back away.

"That is... far from a deal breaker to me. In fact it's quite good."

"I just feel this need to protect you from me. You mean so much to me. I worry that I'll hurt you, and you'll leave me because of it. It's happened before."

"Fjord, look at me." Fjord complied. "I love you. I've thought it for a while but I didn't want to believe that I could feel this deeply for another person. After today I was certain. I love you. Ich liebe dich. You do not have to feel the same but-"

Fjord interrupted him by pulling him in my the back of his head and passionately kissing him. It felt like an eternity before they split apart "I uh, I do feel the same in case that wasn't clear. I really, really do. I love you too."

Caleb smiled. A relatively rare occurrence since they'd met, but gods was it one of the most beautiful sights Fjord had ever seen.

"Well, now that we know that, I need you to trust that I won't leave you if you accidentally hurt me. If that was true, you should have left me long ago with the amount of times I've accidentally caught you in a fireball. And I need you to trust that I know my own limits. I want this, Fjord. I want you. And I'm willing to wait however long it takes. Even if it never happens, I will have been overjoyed just to be by your side."

Fjord couldn't help the smile on his face. "I want it too. And you're right. I do trust you." He took a deep breath. "Okay! Let's do it. Uh, maybe not tonight though. Kind of feeling drained from emotional confessions. Do you have any plans for tomorrow?"

"Just in the morning. Jester is dragging me to go ingredient shopping with her and Caduceus."

Fjord nodded. "Good, meet me back at the restaurant around 2. I'll take you out again, we'll come back, and I'll make love to you for as long as you'll have me." 

Caleb shuddered and grinned. "Yes Captain." 

Fjord leaned in once again for a kiss, and they laid down in their bed, both happier than they'd ever remembered being, talking in hushed whispers and giggling like schoolchildren late into the night.

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The next morning came quickly. Fjord was a heavy sleeper, so he didn't really notice when Caleb untangled their limbs and left for his errands. When he did wake up, he stretched and got to work immediately on his preparations. He headed down to the tower's baths first. He keeps himself generally well groomed but he wanted to be perfect for Caleb. He neatly trimmed his beard and hair, washed himself with some expensive-looking fancy soaps that smelled like the ocean, and clipped and filed his nails down since he was definitely going to be putting those fingers in some sensitive places. He put on his fanciest outfit, one he'd used for a disguise at some point he was pretty sure, and headed out.

Upon leaving the tower, he picked up some flowers and candles and booked a private room at an inn in the nicer part of town. As great as the tower was, they had several people who were very much in each other's business constantly living with them, along with literally 100 cats. Having a more private space was good for Fjord's peace of mind. Finally, he stopped by a 'specialty store' for something to make the night's activities hopefully go a bit smoother.

He arrived at the restaurant a half hour early, flowers in hand. The same staff was working today and they greeted him kindly. The owner came out and looked him up and down before giving him a nod of approval. He wasn't sure why this woman's opinion meant so much to him, but he was relieved anyway. Caleb arrived exactly 5 minutes before their scheduled time, punctual as always. 

"Fjord! You look great." He grinned as Fjord handed him the flowers and then nervously rubbed the back of his head. "These are beautiful as well. I love sunflowers."

Fjord let out a sigh of relief. "Oh good. They made me think of you, but I was a little worried."

"Oh? Why did you think of me?" Caleb lifted a curious eyebrow as they sat down in their booth.

"Well it's just... they turn to face the light, y'know? And it reminded me of how you've been through so much and through all of it you've managed to find this light, this reason to keep growing." Fjord looked earnestly at Caleb then averted his eyes when the silence stretched just a bit too long. "Sorry, that was cheesy. Uh also, fire, sun. You know." Fjord grinned nervously.

Caleb chuckled a bit and wrapped Fjord's hand in his own. "I love them. Thank you mein liebling. No one has ever given me flowers. This is... nice."

They continued to chat over their meal, Caleb explaining some of his favorite dishes as they came. It was pleasant, and there was a constant electricity in the air with the anticipation of what was to come. By the time they left and said their goodbyes, they were practically ready to pounce on each other. 

Fjord led Caleb to the room he'd booked and had him wait outside for a moment as he went in and made final preparations. When he led Caleb into the room, rose petals lay around the bed and pleasant smelling candles dripping with wax filled the room with a dim light. 

"Sorry if this is stereotypical or too much. I just really want this to be special."

Caleb laid his arms up on Fjord's shoulders and wrapped him in a loose hug. "Anything you do would be special. I think it is beautiful. Now take me to bed."

"Can do."

Fjord leaned forward to press their lips together slowly deepening the kiss and gently pushing Caleb backwards with just enough force to have him stumble back onto the bed so he could straddle him. He reached down to unbutton Caleb's shirt, following each button with a gentle kiss, ending just below his navel. 

"Do you want to leave it on or...?"

Caleb shook his head. "Nein. You've seen the scars. I'll be fine."

Fjord helped Caleb take his shirt all the way off and began gently massaging along Caleb's chest, side, and then his stomach, continuing to lick and kiss every inch of his torso. Eventually when he got his fill and Caleb was practically vibrating off the bed, he worked his hands down to Caleb's waistband gently tapping the side of Caleb's ass. "Pick yourself up for me sweetheart." 

Caleb obliged and soon he was fully naked. Fjord leaned back to admire the sight. Caleb was always thin, but he was no longer emaciated like when they'd first met. Travelling, fighting, making money, and long nights eating and drinking with friends had given him a bit more roundness to his hips, thighs and face, and added some wiry muscle that many wizards surely didn't have the field experience for. His cock was achingly hard, standing straight up surrounded by a neat bed of dark orange curls. 

"Beautiful" Fjord murmured, leaning forward again to catch Caleb's lips with his, grinding the bulge in his pants against Caleb's exposed cock and enjoying the noises that came out involuntarily. He eventually felt a hand on his shoulder pushing him back. 

"I think we are a bit unevenly matched at the moment, ja?" Caleb moved his hands up to remove Fjord's shirt now. Fjord blushed as Caleb returned the favor, letting his hands roam over Fjord's body. He'd put on quite a bit of muscle mass since they'd first met. His pecs were more pronounced and his shirts were tighter in the sleeves, but he was still a bit self-conscious. He knew many other half-orcs were bigger or stronger, and sometimes he still felt misshapen, like he was still that chubby kid back in the orphanage. But it was getting hard to hold on to that thought when Caleb was gently kneading his chest and grazing his thumbs over his nipples, looking up at him with a reverence usually reserved for the gods. 

"Scheiße. Fjord. Naked. Please."

Fjord grinned down at him. "Don't think I've ever heard you speak in such fractured sentences, sweetheart. Cat got your tongue?" He teased with another roll of his hips, eliciting a moan from Caleb.

"If you don't hurry I will conjure a cat and command it to get your tongue and it will be a very unpleasant experience."

Fjord chuckled. "Well we wouldn't want that." He reached down to the button on his pants and suddenly felt himself hesitating against his own wishes. This was the moment. Where he'd scare Caleb away. Where he'd look down and see the fear of a monster on his lover's face. Where he'd ruin everything. Where he-

His rapidly spiraling thoughts were interrupted by a hand reaching up to carress his cheek. 

"Fjord, liebling. Remember what we spoke about. I won't leave. Trust me, and trust in my love for you." He gave Fjord a reassuring smile, and Fjord let out a long breath and nodded.

He undid his pants and stood up to kick them off, then turned back around at the foot of the bed. Caleb gasped as he let his eyes fall between Fjord's legs. 

"Well. You were certainly right about it getting a lot bigger."

Caleb had seen Fjord naked. They'd all seen each other naked several times at this point really. Consequences of travelling and camping together all the time. And they all knew that Fjord's soft dick could put most human men hard to shame. That was no preparation for how it looked now. It had doubled in size, sagging slightly under it's own weight and extending over a foot out from the dark hair at its base, and was thick enough that he could only just wrap his own hand around it. Unlike Caleb, he had skin that went up around the head that was mostly retracted now. To Fjord it all looked grotesque, especially looking down and seeing Caleb's perfect pretty cock in comparison.

"Yeah. If you're overwhelmed I guess this is where we stop."

Caleb looked at him like he's grown another head.

"Fjord, I want you inside of me, you have no idea how much." Caleb's pupils were blown open and he crawled forward to sit on the edge of the bed, putting him just about face to crotch with Fjord.

"Really? You... like this?" Fjord said, beginning to gently stroke himself. He had to admit that the enthusiasm was getting him a bit hot and bothered. Caleb blushed.

"I briefly mentioned it yesterday, but yes, I have something of a preference for larger men. Not that anything else is bad, I'd love you even if you didn't have a dick. But this... is certainly a nice bonus." He looked up eagerly "Can I please suck your cock?" 

Fjord felt his cock lurch in response, nearly slapping Caleb in the face. "Gods yes."

Caleb leaned forward and licked from base to tip, swirling his tongue around the slit and under the foreskin before making a valiant effort to fit what was nearly a fist in his mouth. After several attempts and reassuring Fjord that he was fine, he'd managed to get the entire head in his mouth. They both moaned, and the vibration caused Fjord to involuntarily thrust into the wet heat of Caleb's throat to chase the sensation. He gagged and Fjord immediately pulled out.

"Shit! I'm sorry sweetheart are you alr-"

"Do that again."

"...what?"

"I can take it. And more importantly, I want it. Don't hold yourself back for me. Do that again."

"Caleb..."

"Fjord, trust me. If it becomes too much, I will push you away. Alright?"

"... okay. Okay you're right as always. Now open up sweetheart."

Caleb moved from the edge of the bed to kneeling on the floor, opened wide and allowed Fjord to feed him his cock again, the head alone filling every bit of space. He savored the salty taste of precum and sweat for a moment before Fjord began slowly rocking in and out. He gagged a bit with each thrust, but it was less and less as he relaxed until there was only the inexplicably pleasurable sensation of his air being ever so briefly cut off and restored by a massive cock. Fjord never went too far with it, never going too deep into Caleb's throat to avoid causing damage. He had one hand tangled in Caleb's hair, not pushing or pulling, but gently guiding him, making sure he wouldn't take on more than he could handle. Caleb's hands were preoccupied with moving up and down the rest of Fjord's shaft, which they couldn't quite wrap fully around, and occasionally tugging on the massive orbs below. Fjord through the haze of his pleasure noticed that this left Caleb with no stimulation of his own. He took the cue and thrust his leg in between Caleb's thighs, giving him something to grind down on with a sinful moan. Fjord looked down and took in the sight of his lover, eyes rolled into the back of his head with ecstasy from the friction and his mouth stretched to its limit with cock. It was the hottest thing he had ever seen. In fact it was bordering on too hot. He gently tugged at Caleb's hair to pull him off.

"Hold on a second sweetheart."

Caleb wiped his mouth and looked up at Fjord with concern writ across his face and his voice raspy and harsh. "Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?"

"Gods no, nothing's wrong. But you're a little too good at that. I'm thinking we should cool down a bit if we want to actually get to what we planned for tonight."

Caleb smiled shyly and blushed at the praise.

"Ja, okay. Good idea."

Fjord helped Caleb back onto the bed and went to fill a water skin at the basin in the adjoining bathroom. He took a swig, then offered the rest to Caleb.

"So... how do we want to do this?" He asked, nervously tapping his foot. "I've only tried this with another man once and we were on a ship with shared crew quarters so we didn't exactly get far."

Caleb took his hand, lacing their fingers together.

"That's okay. We're in this together. And I need you to know that even if it doesn't work there are a hundred other ways to make each other feel good."

"I know. I just really want this. I want to feel normal y'know? Do it the way normal people do. Though I look forward to trying those hundred other things with you." Fjord said, wiggling his eyebrows. Caleb rolled his eyes fondly.

"Well since we're going for the old fashioned way for today, I think it will be best if I lay on my stomach for now. The first thing you need to know is we will need to prepare. A lot. As eager as I am I do not think just shoving that thing in me is going to end well."

Fjord rolled his eyes back. "Well yeah I kind of figured that much at least. I uh... bought some stuff to help."

Caleb raised an eyebrow. "Oh? A sailor is always prepared I see."

Fjord got up and walked over to his pack, his cock loudly slapping his thighs. He pulled out a few small bottles and held them up. "The lady at the store told me unprompted and in vivid detail that this was what she used with her goliath husband so uh... I think it'll be good for our purposes."

"Oh how I wish I'd been there to see you blush mein liebling." Caleb teased. He gave Fjord one more quick kiss before settling face down onto the bed. Fjord followed suit, kneeling in between Caleb's legs and taking in the view for a moment before setting to work.

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Fjord took his sweet time opening Caleb up, savoring every noise and moan it wrung out of him. It was nearly an hour later and Caleb was desperately squirming against the bed, one of Fjord's hands on his hip to steady him and the other working a fourth thick finger into him.

"I'm ready Fjord, please." Caleb whined.

"No you aren't. You're the one who told me we need a lot of preparation remember? I'm not going to risk hurting you just because you're stubborn."

"Ugh. Never listen to me again."

"Well, in that case I guess I don't have to listen to you saying you're prepared enough! Glad we agree." Fjord replied with a fond smile across his face. He moved his hand to gently stroke up and down the small of Caleb's back. "It's just one more. We're almost there sweetheart."

"That is easy for you to say. You are not the one being tortured."

"Listen, if you wanna explain to Jester why you need healing for an anal tear be my guest, just know you're definitely leaving with a permanent Tusktooth tattoo on your ass."

Caleb mumbled something in Zemnian into a pillow, and Fjord took that as a sign to continue. He poured some more of the oil and continued working his pinky in. When Caleb was finally loose enough that he was able to take four fingers moving in and out with relative ease, Fjord pulled out and quickly stood up to wipe his hand off on a towel, then came back to Caleb sitting back up on the edge of the bed.

"So uh... what now?" Fjord asked, nervously shuffling his feet in place.

"It will probably be easiest at first if I ride you, ja? I can control how much I take, and you won't have to worry about going too far and hurting me."

Fjord nodded. "Well you know better than me."

He laid back on the bed, sitting slightly up against the headboard and holding his cock at the base to keep it pointing up, while Caleb moved to crouch over him. There were a few failed attempts, Caleb would move down, get nearly past the head and meet enough resistance that Fjord would tell him to stop. They'd add more oil and try again until finally Caleb had gotten past the thickest part and they both moaned in unison as the head popped in. Caleb's legs were shaking and Fjord reached up to put his hands on his hips to steady him.

"Are you okay?"

"Ja, ja I'm fine. I just need a moment."

"As long as you need Caleb. Don't rush." Fjord gently rubbed his thumbs in circles along Caleb's hips, both as a way to soothe him and ground himself. After what felt like an eternity Caleb began moving again, slowly pushing himself down and taking in more and more bit by bit with one long groan until he was seated in Fjord's lap with his eyes closed and his breathing ragged and labored.

"Caleb? Talk to me. Do we need to stop?"

"No!" Caleb practically screamed. "Sorry, sorry. No. I am... okay. It hurts a little but mostly it's just... intense. I have never felt this before."

"That makes two of us. Gods, you're so fucking tight."

"I... do not think I am the guilty party here." Caleb said with a breathy laugh. He tried moving again but found himself sinking back down with an undignified whimper before getting very far, drawing out a grunt from Fjord.

"Not until you're ready sweetheart. I've got all night. Maybe a distraction will help." Fjord pulled Caleb down into a kiss then let his hands wander down to grip Caleb's ass. Caleb gladly let himself be led, letting Fjord invade his mouth and tug on his lower lip, and they kissed until a breathless Caleb finally pulled back with a gasp and then leaned his forehead against Fjord's.

"It is frankly unfair how long you can hold your breath."

Fjord grinned. "We all have our strengths. How are you feeling?"

Caleb could feel the way Fjord's cock would occasionally involuntarily twitch and lurch inside of him, and while there was still an ache around where his hole was being stretched open, it was becoming drowned out by the sensation of being more full than he'd ever felt.

"Consider me distracted, liebling."

He started in slow, small movements, first just rocking back and forth, testing the waters. Then he began to lift himself up more and more, guided and aided by Fjord's hands before coming back down, groaning in intense pleasure as the cock inside him pressed against his prostate and then did not relent. Every move he made caused Fjord to rub up against that spot inside him until he was spouting incoherent Zemnian dirty talk and his own cock had practically leaked a puddle of precum onto Fjord's navel.

Fjord was also having the time of his life. Watching Caleb be taken apart on his cock was intoxicating, and nothing like the other times he'd tried this. He loved the feeling of Caleb's ass squeezing and convulsing around him as he began to slowly thrust his hips off the bed, gradually picking up the pace to meet Caleb's movements. After what felt like a lifetime and no time at all, Caleb began to stammer out a warning,

"Fjord. I'm going to... I'm almost..."

Fjord took the hint and moved one of his hands to wrap around Caleb's neglected cock. After a few strokes Caleb was overwhelmed and screaming as his vision went white and he came over Fjord's stomach and chest, even soaking into his beard. He collapsed forward, not caring about the sticky mess between them and nuzzled his head into the side of Fjord's neck. Fjord was still as hard as an iron beam, but it was clear that Caleb was no longer going to be an active participant. So he moved to pull out and finish himself off, but the position made it nearly impossible. His cock was buried far too deep and the dead weight of Caleb was not going to budge.

"Don't stop." Caleb mumbled as he felt Fjord trying to pull out. "You did not finish. And I want to feel it inside. Don't pull out Fjord, please."

Fjord let out a long breath hearing the permission from his love and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer in.

"Can do, sweetheart. I've got you, okay? Just let me know if it gets to be too much."

Caleb nodded into Fjord's neck, interrupted by him snapping his hips forward. He repeated the action, pulling out as much as he could and forcefully thrusting back in, his hips rising off the bed. He could feel Caleb's cock give a halfhearted twitch against his stomach as it desperately tried to respond to the continued pressure deep inside. Fjord, as they both would now realize, could last a very, very, long time. After another 30-odd minutes of passionate lovemaking, the overstimulated Caleb was now fully hard again, his cock dragging through his own cum painted across Fjord's abs as he was moved up and down by the force of his hips. Fjord's movements became more and more shaky and uncontrolled until,

"Caleb.. I'm going to-"

"Do it. Inside. Please."

Fjord felt the muscles around his cock clench and squeeze as Caleb yelled out and came once again, and that was enough to send him over the edge. With a few final wild thrusts he felt himself pumping burst after burst of his load into Caleb. It was his first time coming inside of another person, and he couldn't help but feel like Caleb was made for him, made for this. He gradually came to a halt, his softening cock still inside. Both of them were breathing like they'd just outrun a dragon, and Fjord maneuvered Caleb for one more lazy kiss as he pulled out and allowed his cock to lay across his thigh with a heavy wet plop. Caleb hissed at the sudden emptiness, and at the not so pleasant feeling of rapidly cooling cum dripping down his thighs.

"Shit, sorry. Should've warned you."

"It's okay" Caleb replied as he gingerly rolled off of Fjord. Fjord looked down and winced as he noticed how much of his own green skin was painted white.

"I'm uh, going to call down for a bath. I think we could both use one."

Caleb waved his hand. "Too far. Too long. Hand me my spellbook please."

A few minutes later and Caleb had created a tub made of dark obsidian stone in the corner of the room that Fjord then filled with a smirk and a wave of his hand. They bathed in comfortable silence, heating the water as needed and replacing it when it got murky using their magic, their limbs occasionally brushing, every touch still feeling electric in the afterglow. Fjord was the first to speak up after a while.

"Thank you. Y'know. For not running away. This really meant a lot to me. It's been a long time since I ever thought this was something I could have. Or deserve."

"You do not owe me thanks for this. But I will accept nonetheless." Caleb leaned back against Fjord's chest and looked up at him. "And besides, I think giving me the two best orgasms of my life is thanks enough." He said with a shy smile.

"Maybe next time we should shoot for three. I'm sure you can manage." Fjord replied in a low, sultry voice in Caleb's ear. Caleb felt a shiver up his spine

"I'm pretty sure you've already ruined me for other men mein liebling."

Fjord grasped Caleb's hand and gave it a gentle peck. "Well then it's a good thing you're stuck with me, huh?"

"Ja," Caleb whispered. "A very good thing indeed."