Riven's senses blurred as he found himself swallowed by the shadows of the back room—a small, hidden closet tucked away behind the training room. The dim glow of lanterns cast flickering shadows across the space, but all he could focus on was Vaelorian's lips—soft, hungry, and demanding—as they pressed against his in a fervent kiss. The older boy's hands cupped Riven's face, holding him close, as if he couldn't bear to be parted even for a moment. Riven responded instinctively, losing himself in the heat of the moment. He returned Vaelorian's kiss with equal passion, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.
God, he'd missed this—the sensation of Vaelorian's lips, the scent of him, the way his touch made Riven feel alive in a way no one else ever has. He'd missed him so much it hurt, a dull ache that only this moment could soothe. His hands wandered up Vaelorian's chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his fingertips, the way his heartbeat echoed his own. The longing that had built up all day now exploded in this intimate embrace, he could no longer hold back how much he wants the older boy.
Vaelorian's smile was slow and sultry, curling at the corners of his lips as he felt Riven's body press further against him. His fingers traced gentle, teasing lines along Riven's jaw, then down to the collar of his shirt, as if memorizing every inch. The younger boy's body language betrayed his looks—his arousal pressing against Vaelorian's own, a silent but obvious confirmation that he wanted him just as much. That thought sent a thrill straight through Vaelorian, who responded with a gentle yet possessive grip, guiding Riven even closer.
"Your Highness," Riven whispered between kisses, a pleading edge in his voice, his cheeks flushing faintly.
His voice was so raw, so intimate, that Vaelorian took it as a cue to abandon restraint. He broke away from Riven's lips, trailing kisses down his jawline, along his neck—hot, open-mouthed and attentive—making Riven sigh softly, his head tilting back in surrender. Vaelorian's lips lingered at the hollow of Riven's throat before moving downward, when he reached Riven's chest, he paused to tease and nibble at his nipples, eliciting a shiver that ran down the younger boy's spine. Riven was melting under the older boy's touch, every nerve ending alive with sensation. It was intoxicating—this feeling of being so desired, so completely wanted.
Just as Riven thought he might drown in pleasure, Vaelorian's hands moved with purpose. He gently lowered himself to his knees, and in a moment that made Riven's breath catch, he took the younger boy into his mouth—warm, wet, and skillful. Riven's muffled moans escaped before he could contain them, a mixture of surprised pleasure and raw desire. His fingers twined into Vaelorian's hair, holding on as the older boy's tongue and lips worked magic, teasing and pleasuring him further. The sensations built and built until Riven's world narrowed to the intense, overwhelming pleasure.
Sensing Riven's struggle to keep quiet, Vaelorian gently pulled back, his lips curling into a gentle smile. He stood up, pulling Riven into his arms, their bodies pressed close again. The warmth of Vaelorian's chest against Riven's cheek was grounding, soothing.
"You don't have to hold back your moans, love," Vaelorian whispered huskily, his breath warm against Riven's skin. "We're the only ones here." His words sent a thrill through Riven, making him blush fiercely, yet he nodded—partly out of obedience, partly out of desire.
With renewed focus, Vaelorian resumed his ministrations, his lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to bring Riven to the edge. Hesitantly, Riven allowed himself to release his inhibitions, moaning loudly now, surrendering to the wave of pleasure that overtook him. His body tensed and shuddered as the climax washed over him, the sounds spilling from his lips unrestrained, raw and unfiltered.
When the waves of ecstasy subsided, Vaelorian gently helped Riven into a more comfortable position. He positioned himself between Riven's legs, his fingers warm and gentle as they prepared him—mindful, patient, ensuring Riven was ready for what was to come. When Riven nodded, eyes filled with anticipation and longing, Vaelorian slowly entered him, pausing to let him adjust to the sensation.
Riven gasped softly at the initial stretch—but he urged the older boy to give him more as soon as he got comfortable. Vaelorian's smiled in understanding as he lifted Riven effortlessly into his arms. The younger boy instinctively wrapped his legs around Vaelorian's waist, his arms clutching tightly around his neck, feeling the warmth of his embrace. Their lips met again in a hungry, tender kiss, as Vaelorian's body pressed into him.
"You're so beautiful," Vaelorian whispered, voice thick with emotion, as he continued to move inside him in slow, deliberate strokes.
Riven moaned loudly, overwhelmed by the intimacy, the sensation, the way Vaelorian's touch made him feel cherished and alive—completely exposed, yet utterly safe in the older boy's arms.
"Tell me what you want," Vaelorian urged softly, his lips brushing Riven's ear, his voice husky. "I want to hear your voice, love."
Riven's breath hitched, his cheeks flushed with desire. "I want you to move faster," he managed to breathe out, voice trembling slightly.
"As you wish."
Vaelorian responded, a wicked yet affectionate smile curling his lips. He obeyed without hesitation, his movements growing faster, more urgent, fueling the fire that burned between them. The friction was exquisite—sharp, maddening—and Riven clung to him, face buried in Vaelorian's neck, clutching him tightly as he thrusts into him, the sounds escaping him unrestrained—moans, gasps, cries of ecstasy that he never knew he could produce.
Vaelorian's voice lowered to a whisper, low and husky.
"Do you like having me inside you, Riven?"
The younger boy's moan was a testament as he nodded desperately, feeling himself teetering on the brink. Vaelorian's own movements grew more urgent as they both neared their climax. His body tensed, his breath ragged, as he spoke again,
"Tell me."
"I'm close," Riven gasped, trembling with the impending release.
"Good," Vaelorian whispered, stroking him tenderly. "Let it all out. I've got you."
And then, in a shared explosion of sensation, both of them shivered as they reached their peak—an intoxicating, euphoric moment that left them trembling in each other's arms. Vaelorian held Riven close, whispering sweet, reassuring words—his lips brushing the younger boy's ear, his voice a gentle balm. Riven's body shook, overwhelmed, but safe in the warmth of Vaelorian's embrace.
When they finally came down from the high of their lovemaking, Vaelorian still holding Riven, gently nibbling on his ear to get his attention. His voice was tender and soothing.
"I'm going to take us to the room now, okay?" he said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from Riven's damp forehead.
Riven nodded, still catching his breath, and pressed his face into the crook of Vaelorian's neck, unwilling to let go.
"Eryndor? Let them know Riven won't be attending the rest of his classes," Vaelorian channeled his thoughts, voice calm but commanding.
"Understood, your highness," came Sir Eryndor's immediate response.
In a blink, Vaelorian whisked them away—teleporting them to the sanctuary of the privacy of their room. He carried Riven carefully to the bathroom, gently cleaning him up, tenderly washing away any evidence of their passionate moment. When he was done, he laid Riven on the bed, pulling the covers over them.
"Sleep now," Vaelorian murmured softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from Riven's forehead. "I'll be here when you wake up." His voice was like a soothing lullaby.
Riven blinked up at him, exhaustion pulling at his eyelids. "But... I still have classes," he protested softly, a hint of worry in his voice.
Vaelorian chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss his brow. "Sheesh, don't worry about that right now. Just sleep." His words were a gentle command, filled with love and reassurance.
Reluctantly, Riven closed his eyes, surrendering to the exhaustion and the warmth of Vaelorian's presence—feeling safe, cherished, and loved beyond words.