Brise chuckled ruefully.

“I suppose I’ve made a fool of myself,” he said lightly.

“Nah, it’s fine, my people are secretive and I’m never surprised by people thinking strange things about us, though I might be surprised by what those strange beliefs are.  I don’t blame you.  There’s not a lot of books about us, just ask my sister,” Harou laughed.  Brise laughed along with him, feeling lighter.

The sylph’s expression turned a bit mischievous and he leaned towards Harou, putting his hand on the lycan’s right knee.  Harou stopped laughing and looked at Brise with slight trepidation.

“How do your people feel about same-sex relationships?” Brise asked.  Harou gulped.

“It’s… not encouraged, but neither is it forbidden.  It’s just that there are so few of us, so producing children is culturally important.  There’s no issues with sex before marriage like there is for humans, so if we produce offspring with another lycan and then marry a non-lycan or enter a same-sex relationship of any sort, no one would really care.  Entering into a relationship that won’t produce lycan children is fairly controversial, though,” Harou said nervously.

“Your inclination is obvious,” Brise observed with a slightly dry tone.  Harou gave him a flat look.

“Sure, when you go rubbing yourself up against me, there’s going to be an obvious reaction,” he grumbled.  Brise laughed lightly, and gave Harou an insincere apologetic look.  The sylph’s gaze dropped to Harou’s lap.

“You felt pretty big, and you weren’t even fully hard,” Brise said boldly.  Harou’s eyes widened and his face grew hot.

“Er…”

“Are you still hard?” Brise asked, his tone conversational, like he was speaking of the weather.

Harou stared at him.  Brise stared back with a slight smile on his pretty face.  Harou had no idea how to respond.  Brise’s smile widened.

“I’ll take responsibility,” Brise said, “if you’re still hard.  I’ll take care of it for you.”

“You’re joking.”

“Not at all,” Brise said, sliding off his chair to sit on his knees in front of Harou.

“Stop,” Harou said, putting up his hand.

“Why?  Don’t you want this?” Brise asked, his delicate brows pinching together in confusion.

“It doesn’t matter if I want it, if you don’t also want it and are just offering out of a misplaced sense of responsibility.  You can’t take responsibility for my attraction to you.  That’s silly, and a burden on you that’s neither necessary or appropriate,” Harou said with a sigh.  “It would be different if we were together and you were deliberately teasing me by getting me aroused with no intention of following through and that wasn’t something I’d agreed to us doing for fun.”

“So if I wanted to taste your cock right now, then you’d be on board because I want it?” Brise asked.  Harou looked at him askance.

“That’s your takeaway from what I just said?” he asked incredulously.

“Yes,” Brise said, scooting forward and pushing himself between Harou’s knees and leaning close to the soldier, their noses nearly touching.  “What I took away from that is that you would do what I want if I asked,” he said, his voice getting lower and deeper.  “That you care about my desires and don’t want to simply take from me.  No one has ever given me that privilege.”  Brise brushed his soft lips against Harou’s, his tongue darting out to brush over the seam.

Harou gulped as he felt his own weakness take hold of him.  He wanted Brise, and imagining the sylph’s lush mouth on his cock was sweet torture.  He couldn’t resist Brise’s lips on his.  He released his hold on his crutch to clutch the hair behind Brise’s head as he leaned forward to meet the kiss, taking charge of it.  His tongue delved into Brise’s eager mouth, the sylph’s tongue dancing against his own with the same skill he’d shown during his performance.

Harou was so enthralled by the kiss, he didn’t notice Brise unbuttoning his pants until he felt the Sylph’s slender fingers grasping his exposed cock.  Harou gasped and pulled back from the kiss.

“Y-you really don’t have to,” he said breathlessly.

“I know,” Brise replied in a husky tone, “that’s exactly why I want to.”

The sylph descended on Harou’s manhood, taking the tip into his heated mouth.  Harou sucked in a breath, his head falling back, and his grip tightening in Brise’s hair.

The sylph’s tongue circled the tip of the cock in his mouth, then began stroking against the underside.  Then, the sylph slowly sucked more of Harou into his mouth, his tongue swiping back and forth along the underside of the shaft as he descended.

“A-ahh…” Harou gasped, lost in the pleasure.

Brise moved his hands out of the way of his mouth, bracing himself with his left hand on Harou’s waist, careful to avoid his injured leg, his right hand closing over Harou’s balls.

“Nngh,” Harou clenched his teeth and panted slightly as Brise squeezed and caressed his balls while the sylph’s tongue traced intricate patterns along his shaft as he began to move his head up and down, creating suction and friction.  Harou’s right hand twitched as he held himself back from grabbing the sylph’s head and pushing him down.  The temptation was there, but Harou wanted Brise to go at his own pace.  He wanted the sylph to ply his skillful tongue and mouth however he intended, no matter how wonderfully torturous it proved to be.  The lycan wasn’t in a hurry to get off, regardless of his urges.  In a way, he would’ve liked this moment to last forever.

Brise pulled back, releasing Harou’s rigid manhood from his mouth.  He licked his way down the shaft and took Harou’s balls into his mouth.  He wrapped his right hand around the lycan’s impressive shaft and squeezed, stroking his thumb over the tip, smearing the bead of precum.  Brise sucked hard, his tongue drawing patterns on Harou’s sack.

“B-Brise!” Harou gasped as the sylph’s clever fingers squeezed and needed his hard length.  The sylph smiled against him, squirming a bit.  The soft, panting moans the lycan was making were turning him on quite a bit.  He was impressed by Harou’s restraint, knowing full well the lycan wanted to grab his head and fuck his face, and was holding back and letting him have his way.  Brise couldn’t remember the last time he felt so in control.  He abandoned Harou’s balls and licked his way back up the length of his shaft.  He kissed the tip of Harou’s cock, tasting his salty precum, and lowered his head, taking Harou inch by impressive inch.  The sylph took all of him with practiced ease.

“Ngh, ahh,” Harou moaned and gasped, canting his hips in a restrained thrust in Brise’s mouth and throat.  Brise’s teeth scraped gently along his shaft, his tongue stroking, as he bobbed his head up and down, faster than before.  His right hand freed, he grabbed his own hard manhood in his leotard.  He undid the two buttons securing the flap of the fabric cup around his cock to free it.

“Mnn,” Brise moaned, sending vibrations through Harou’s cock as the sylph stroked himself.  Harou’s hips jerked, thrusting upward in response to the vibration.

“Brissse, I’mmm…”

“Mm hmm,” Brise acknowledged that Harou was close without stopping to speak.

“A-a-ahhh~,” Harou thrust up into Brise’s mouth in response to the vibrations of him humming, a ragged gasp of pleasure escaping him.  He felt his balls tightening.  Panting, he thrust again.

Brise accepted the thrusting and smiled a bit.  His hand tightened on his own shaft and he deliberately moaned to vibrate Harou more.

“Mm, mmmh, hum, hmm~”

“AH!” Harou’s grip on Brise’s hair tightened further, just shy of being painful, as the lycan thrust one final time and came, spilling his seed down Brise’s throat.

Brise’s blue eyes drifted shut as he sucked eagerly on Harou’s slowly softening cock, taking every drop that Harou gave him.  His own cock throbbed painfully, his desire for this strange soldier increasing by the moment.