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🕑 Added 2024-04-16 14:00:59 +0000 UTC Lysander couldn’t recall how he had even stumbled into the inn room, let alone paid for it. His typically pristine robes lay abandoned on the floor as he pushed himself against the burly Orc, slamming them both against a nearby wall. In the dim candlelight, Lysanders fingers fumbled and snaked between the openings of his partners leather armor, relishing every inch of warmth he could find before attempting to remove them with a desperation unbecoming of a mage. Urgran’s normally stony expression curled into something even more reserved, his fluttering eyes and blush across his cheeks betraying the lust he was feeling in his hefty body. In a matter of seconds his own clothes fell to the dirty floor, both of the men grinding against one another, already gasping for breath and totally surrendering to the tension between them. Lysander's ragged breath caught in his throat as he felt the warm, wet mouth of the Orc pressing against his own- their tongues danced together, with the Orc's thicker and longer one taking control as it explored deeply into the human's throat. The mage whimpered as he felt himself being explored, his hands already traveling over the Orcs now-naked body. The bed creaked as they both quickly threw themselves on it, the ravenous kisses becoming slower and gentler as they settled into something intimate. This was something Lysander had only dreamed of, and as much as the Orc would want to deny it, had similar dreams as well. They paused for a moment, catching their breaths and sitting up before Lysander moved behind the Orc, trailing his hands and lips over his muscled back. It was just as warm and rugged as he imagined, with scars from past battles adding character to the skin beneath his touch. The impatient grunting of the Orc slowly subsided into low moans, as if finally allowing his body to experience pleasure. As they stood in the quiet stillness, Urgran’s heart pounded in his chest. His face remained stoic, as if trying to hide his true emotions, but Lysander could hear a glimmer of happiness him. "Lysander...I...I'm grateful to have found you once more," Urgran said, in a voice that held both longing and relief. The mage chuckled, nervously bringing his hands around to embrace and massage even more of his Orcish partners heft and belly. “I am too.” He responded quietly, his hands continuing to explore…
