After an exhilarating day filled with intense training and a satisfying dinner, Vaelorian and Riven found themselves nestled back in their shared room. The tension between them was palpable as both boys could hardly keep their hands off each other, a mixture of adrenaline and desire igniting a fire between them.
To freshen up, Riven decided to have a warm bath because he was feeling cold, and Vaelorian who had showered first leaned against the wall, watching him with a smirk that hinted at his thoughts. The moment Riven finished, he slipped into a pyjama bottom and a knitted cardigan, his cheeks still flushed from the warm shower. With one glance at Vaelorian he knew the older boy was ready to play.
With a swift motion, Vaelorian climbed onto the bed, pulling Riven up on top of him, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. Riven's oversized cardigan was about to become the perfect little cocoon for the older boy's shenanigans, because his head soon nestled deep within its folds, his warm breath tickling Riven's skin as he began to tease and suck at his sensitive nipples.
Riven gasped at the sensation, a shuddering moan escaping his lips. Waves of pleasure washed over him as Vaelorian continued his ministrations, his hands firmly encircling Riven's delicate waist, grounding him amid the rising heat between them. It was electrifying, and Riven felt like he was floating in ecstasy.
"I guess you're not cold anymore," Vaelorian peeped from under the cardigan, his smug smile making Riven's heart race even faster. A rush of warmth flooded Riven's cheeks—why does he always have to tease?
"Shut up!" Riven snapped, trying to scold him, but the words came out more like a playful plea. His whole face turned beet red, and the laughter that bubbled from Vaelorian sent butterflies dancing in his stomach.
"Seriously," Riven huffed, his voice drowning in embarrassment yet unable to suppress the smile creeping across his lips. "You said you would reward me for not letting Sir Eryndor kick my ass at training today. Where's my reward?"
"Hmmm?" Vaelorian's teasing hum brought a scoff from Riven, who rolled his eyes dramatically.
"Sure...pretend you didn't hear me," he retorted in exasperation. To think he used to hate how effortlessly Vaelorian could push his buttons, igniting that thrilling banter between them.
"You don't feel sore from training anymore, which means I've healed you," Vaelorian replied, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that vibrated against Riven's skin, making him shiver involuntarily. "And you're no longer cold, thanks to my mouth. What more do you want?"
Riven's breath hitched at the sultry tones dancing around them, and that momentary ice of reality bid him to respond, but his mind was going blank. All he could focus on was the lingering heat that Vaelorian's soft lips left on his skin.
"Do you want me to stop?" Vaelorian asked, lifting his gaze to meet Riven's, that teasing glimmer still shining in his eyes.
Riven shook his head vigorously, a primal instinct deep inside urging him to keep the moment alive. "No, don't stop," he groaned loudly, lost in the sensation, his thoughts drowned beneath a tide of pleasure that surged through him.
Vaelorian's smirk widened as he resumed his tender assault, flicking his tongue and creating a delightful mix of sensations that made Riven squirm. Every flick, every gentle bite sent shivers rippling down his spine.
Riven loved the way Vaelorian's mouth was driving him wild but something suddenly clicked in his head, he has never tried pleasuring Vaelorian before. So, he stopped Vaelorian by placing a gentle hand on his chest and the older boy looked up at him in confusion.
"I thought you didn't want me to stop?" Vaelorian asked.
"Who said anything about stopping?" Riven replied cheekily. "It's my turn to make you feel good." he added.
Vaelorian's confusion melted into a soft, intrigued smile. His eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and anticipation.
"You're serious?" he asked, his voice tinged with both amusement and disbelief. He has never been on the receiving end before.
Riven's smile deepened, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Dead serious," he replied, his voice low and steady. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Vaelorian's face, his fingers trailing lightly down his cheek. "You're always the one taking care of me. Let me return the favor."
Vaelorian's breath caught in his throat as Riven's hand slid down to his chest, resting over his racing heart. He could feel the heat of Riven's palm through the fabric of his shirt, and it sent a shiver down his spine.
"You don't have to," he murmured, though his voice wavered, betraying his desire.
"I want to," Riven insisted, his tone firm but gentle. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Vaelorian's ear as he whispered, "don't you want to know how good I can make you feel?"
A soft, involuntary sound escaped Vaelorian's lips as Riven's words sent a wave of warmth through him. He hesitated for a moment, his pride warring with the growing need in his chest. But then he looked into Riven's eyes—those bright, determined eyes—and he felt himself relent.
"Alright," he said softly, his voice barely audible. "Show me." he agreed, his voice low and teasing, though there was a hint of vulnerability in his tone.
Riven's smile turned mischievous as he gently guided Vaelorian to lie back, his hands moving with a confidence that surprised even himself.
He started slow, his fingers tracing patterns over Vaelorian's skin, mapping out every curve and muscle as if committing them to memory. Each touch was deliberate, each kiss placed with care, as if he was trying to convey everything he couldn't put into words.
Vaelorian's breath quickened when Riven's lips found the sensitive spot just below his jaw, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.
"Riven…" he whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and vulnerability.
"I've got you, Your Highness." Riven murmured against his skin, his voice steady and reassuring. He could feel the way Vaelorian's body responded to him, the way his breath hitched and his pulse quickened under his touch. It only fueled his determination to make him feel good.
Riven continued his movement all the way to Vaelorian's waist, he took a moment to unfastene his pyjama bottom and pulled it down his long legs. And then carefully, he knelt between his legs, his hands resting lightly on Vaelorian's thighs and the older boy's body tensed.
"Just relax," Riven murmured, his voice steady but filled with warmth. "Let me take care of you for once."
Vaelorian's breath hitched as Riven's hands moved with purpose, his touch both tender and deliberate. He watched, almost in awe, as Riven leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of his knee, then another, working his way upward with a slow, deliberate pace.
"Riven…" Vaelorian's voice was barely above a whisper, his fingers tangling in the sheets as he tried to steady himself.
"Shh," Riven whispered against his skin, looking up at him with a gaze that was both playful and full of affection. "Trust me, okay?"
Vaelorian's heart raced as he nodded, letting go of the tension in his body. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensation as Riven took him into his mouth, each flick, each touch and lick, sending waves of pleasure through him. For the first time, he allowed himself to be vulnerable, to let Riven take the lead, and it was intoxicating.
As the minutes stretched on, Vaelorian fully allowed himself to be swept away by the tide of pleasure that Riven was providing.
When it was over, Vaelorian lay still, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. He turned to look at Riven, his eyes soft and filled with something that Riven couldn't quite name.
"That was…" he began, his voice trailing off as he searched for the right words.
"Good?" Riven asked wiping his mouth, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
Vaelorian chuckled softly, shaking his head. "More than good," he admitted, his voice warm and full of affection. He reached out, pulling Riven closer until their foreheads were touching. "You're full of surprises, you know that?"
Riven grinned, his heart swelling with pride. "I only aim to please, Your Highness," he said cheekily, though the sincerity in his eyes betrayed the lightness of his tone.
Vaelorian smiled, his fingers brushing against Riven's cheek. "I can't argue with that," he murmured, his voice soft and genuine. "Thank you."
Riven's smile softened as he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Vaelorian's lips. "Anytime, Your Highness." he whispered, his voice barely audible.
And in that moment, as they lay there wrapped in each other's arms, Riven's heart somersaulted when he looked at Vaelorian's face and he knew that he would do anything to keep that look in Vaelorian's eyes—the look of trust, of love, of something that felt like home. Then a thought suddenly occurred to him.
"I'm really falling in love with him, aren't I?"