The redhead’s fingers dug into Reilyn’s toned thighs, “Reilyn I-” Garrin tried to speak. 

“Taysil.” |Shut up.| Reilyn growled, kissing Garrin before the large man could speak again. Reilyn slithered his tongue into Garrin’s mouth, pulling at the large man’s tunic and trying to dig his hands underneath it. Frustrated, clawing at the man underneath him, Reilyn sat back up and began removing his cloak. Garrin’s hands shakily rested on Reilyn’s hips as the Eyll set his raven feather cloak down on the grass beside them. 

“Really? Here?” Garrin whined.

Reilyn looked down at him with a crooked, teasing grin, his tunic half off, his tight black undershirt showing his slim athletic figure. 

Garrin felt heat rising in his cheeks, “It’s…kind of cold!” 

Reilyn chuckled in response, dropping his tunic on the ground. 

“T-there are mosquitoes!” Garrin stuttered. 

The Eyll slid his undershirt off, tossing it beside his other garments. Now with only his leggings and boots on, Reilyn had exposed most of his lithe body to Garrin. His scarred blue skin that shimmered in the moonlight, the curves of his slim muscles, his long silver hair loose and hanging over his shoulders, his smouldering red eyes that gleamed playfully down at Garrin. Garrin could hardly breathe, nervous, unsure of what to do with the beautiful man straddling him. 

Reilyn slowly lowered himself, his hands pulling up Garrin’s tunic as he did so. Their noses touched gently. “Are you done whining?” Reilyn chided. Garrin gulped. 

“For now.” 

The two kissed more, exploring each other with their lips and their hands. Reilyn sucked on Garrin’s tongue, grinding his hips into the taller man. Garrin’s large hands gripped Reilyn’s thighs tighter, Reilyn’s fingers were lost in the tangles of Garrin’s wild red hair. 

Reilyn pulled back, tugging on Garrin’s hair and motioning for him to sit up. Garrin complied and Reilyn needily, impatiently, tugged on the large man’s tunic, pulling it up. Garrin gave an awkward smile and stripped his tunic off, revealing his bulky figure. Reilyn’s hands promptly traced up Garrin’s chest as he nestled his face into the large man’s neck, kissing and nibbling Garrin’s rough brown skin. 

“Let me…” Garrin moaned softly, moving his hands around to Reilyn’s lean ass, pulling him upwards. Reilyn rose to his knees, Garrin leaned in, kissing Reilyn’s belly while slowly tugging his leggings down, freeing the Eylles erection. Reilyn helped Garrin get them down to his thighs, their fingers intertwining briefly.  Garrin ran his hands down Reilyn’s hips, grabbing the Eylles ass again and taking Reilyn’s hard cock with his mouth. Reilyn gasped, gripping Garrin’s hair, gently thrusting into him. Garrin groped Reilyn’s behind harder with one of his hands. He brought the other to his mouth, pulling away from Reilyn’s manhood for a moment to coat a couple of his fingers with saliva. Garrin pulled Reilyn closer, pushing the coated fingers into the Eylles entrance, all while bringing his tongue back to Reilyn’s cock, licking around the tip. 

Reilyn bit his lip and whimpered as Garrin loosened him up. “W-wait.” Reilyn stuttered, gently gripping Garrin’s wrist and sliding the large man’s fingers out from his ass. Reilyn pet Garrin’s hair and moved back from his mouth. Garrin dropped his hands, confused. Reilyn stood, tore his boots and leggings off, tossing them with the rest of his clothes. He then lowered onto Garrin again, grabbing the redhead’s pants, about to pull them off. Garrin stopped him, a shaky hand gripping the Eylles wrist. Reilyn frowned and released his grip. 

“I’m sorry, I-” Garrin brought his arms up to cover himself, “My body isn’t-” He paused. “I don’t have a-” He sighed. 

Reilyn crossed his arms and stared at Garrin. “Spit it out, man.” He arched an eyebrow. 

Garrin groaned, “I was…born…a girl.” He covered his face, “I’m not, obviously, but my body isn’t…what you want. I don’t have a-” He bit his lip. 

“A dick?” 

“Yeah.” 

Reilyn gripped the waist of Garrin’s pants once more, “I don’t care.” He looked Garrin in the eyes, “I’ve wanted in between your legs since that night at the lake.” The Eyll leaned closer to the large man, “If you’ll have me?” He smirked. 

Garrin, still partially covering his flushed face, nodded. 

The Eyll grinned and pulled the redhead’s pants off, tossing them aside. Straddling the now naked Garrin, Reilyn pushed the large man back onto the ground. 

“I’ve always been the top.” Garrin mumbled. Reilyn smiled softly, admiring the view below him. 

The Eyll traced his eyes down from Garrin’s flushed face, along the man’s chest and toned stomach, to his meaty thighs and then to the wetness nestled between them. “Then they really missed out.” 

Garrin’s face heated up. Reilyn pressed his hands into Garrin’s shoulders, moving back down, burying his face into Garrin’s chest. Kissing. Sucking. Biting. Tightening his hands on Garrin’s shoulders and grinding their pelvises together. Garrin laced his fingers through Reilyn’s hair, breathing shakily, small pleasured sounds sneaking through. With each whimper and moan, Reilyn got more enthusiastic. 

Reilyn pulled back his hips slightly and began to move downwards, leaving a trail of kisses until he got to Garrin’s meaty thighs. He pulled Garrin’s legs apart, attacking the large man’s inner thighs with nibbles and bites. Small purple bruises began to appear, like the few already forming on Garrin’s chest. Garrin let out a loud moan. Reilyn stopped for a moment and chuckled, “I thought you didn’t want to get bitten.” 

“Shut up!” Garrin cried out.

Reilyn gave a coy smile, shifting to Garrin’s other thigh. Once Reilyn was satisfied with the amount of bite marks he left, and the number of cries and moans he elicited from Garrin, he reached his hand towards Garrin’s clit, stroking his fingers around it. It was larger, and longer than he’d expected, looking like the head of a cock. The nub hardened as Reilyn traced around and across. Garrin whimpered and writhed. Reilyn dug his nails into Garrin’s already sensitive thigh, lowering his mouth, sucking Garrin’s arousal, playing with the larger man’s flesh with his greedy tongue. “A-ah!” Garrin’s voice cracked. The corner of Reilyn’s lips curled into a grin as he continued to work the large man’s hardened nub. 

Reilyn lifted his mouth from Garrin, stroking the clit with his fingers once more. The large, grizzly man tasted sweeter than his appearance would let on. Reilyn lowered his face again and licked his way down to Garrin’s entrance. He worked his tongue around and inside, tasting the nectar dripping from Garrin. Dropping his hand, he gripped Garrin’s ass. Trailing his tongue down further, Reilyn traced circles around the large man’s rear opening. Garrin’s moans came out needier, more desperate, with every lick of Reilyn’s tongue, every dig of Reilyn’s nails, and every touch of Reilyn’s fingers on his arousal. The Eyll rose, lifting Garrin’s hips and adjusting himself. He teased Garrin with the tip of his cock, tracing it around the large man’s sensitive nub and front entrance, spreading the white wetness seeping from it. 

Garrin gripped the ground, tearing at the grass. “Oh gods, Reilyn,” he begged. “Just do it already!” 

The Eyll snickered and slowly pushed himself inside Garrin, gradually deeper with every careful thrust. Garrin yelped, voice cracking. Reilyn caressed Garrin’s powerful thighs as he gently loosened the man with his cock. Garrin whimpered, his grip on the grass tightening. As Reilyn continued his slow thrusts, Garrin began to move his hips against the smaller man. Reilyn sped up, digging his nails into Garrin’s flesh, fucking more and more aggressively into the large man, pounding him to the ground. Reilyn reached forward, gripping Garrin’s shoulders. The Eylles mouth, and teeth, found the tender, already bruised skin of Garrin’s chest once more. 

Garrin pulled Reilyn’s hair, as if to keep himself stable, his throat dry from his desperate moans. 

Reilyn created a map of purple bruises and bite marks across Garrin’s pulpous chest. The large man was wetter with every thrust, their bodies moving to an unspoken rhythm as Garrin’s discomfort gave way to pleasure. 

The large man’s voice caught in his throat as he came. Reilyn felt Garrin’s muscles tighten around his manhood, but he made no change in his pace. He pulled his cock from the gaping entrance, driving it’s full length back in, grinning at Garrin’s cries each time. Garrin pulled harder on Reilyn’s hair. “Re-” The large man’s voice was hoarse, “Reilyn please-” Reilyn slowed for a moment, and at Garrin’s relieved gasp, pounded the man harder than before. 

Garrin’s wailing rewarded the Eyll as he slammed inside the large man.  Warmth grew over his pelvis. The pleasure and anguish mixing in Garrin’s eyes, Garrin’s cries, drove him over the edge. Flesh under his nails, wetness coating his cock, Garrin’s body quivering underneath him. He bit his lip to stifle his moans as he approached orgasm, coming inside Garrin. 

Reilyn pulled out, panting and sweating, his face paint smeared. He plopped onto Garrin’s chest, exhausted, lazily playing with Garrin’s hair.

The two of them lay together in a peaceful quiet, their arms wrapped around each other. They fell asleep like that, using Reilyn’s cloak as a blanket. 

—

Early light shone through the trees, the two men awoke to footsteps approaching the area. Garrin looked up to see Jac and Daffyd, Reilyn was still hidden by the cloak. 

“Hey. We were wondering where you went off to. Did you talk to Re-” Jac stopped mid speech as Reilyn groggily sat up, his hair a mess and his face showing his vexation. 

“I-I’m sorry, we had no idea!” Daffyd looked away. The two men awkwardly backed off as Reilyn’s cloak fell from Garrin’s body, revealing all the marks Reilyn left on him. 

“I didn’t know they were that close…” Jac muttered as the two walked away. 

“Or…like that?” Daffyd whispered. 

Reilyn grumbled and cursed as he stood, gathering his clothes. Garrin smiled softly as he watched the moody Eyll dress himself.