Arnel swallowed; he had never felt this way before. As if his nerves had got out from under his skin, and the blue-haired man stroked them directly, causing goosebumps all over his body and arousing him more and more. Then the fear came. Throughout the day, the elf was confident about his decision and actions; the anticipation was agitated, but he was not afraid. And now, looking into the ink-black whirlpools of eyes glittering with desire, he understood that there was no turning back, that the plan worked one hundred percent, and the Water mage wasn’t going to back down. He tried to calm down, breathing slowly through his nose, but it only got worse. The pulse pounded in his temples; his heart was beating in his throat, his body went numb, he seemed to be sitting in front of a boa constrictor, spellbound by his eyes, lips, hands, and afraid to take another breath.

The instant Celtiel realized what effect he made, his face transformed: a wry grin turned into a gentle smile, and he, moving closer to Arnel, gently stroked his pink cheekbone.

“Arnel, my angel, do not be afraid,” a light kiss touched his temple. “If everything is as you said if this is your desire,” one more peck landed on the cheek, “then there will be no greater happiness for me other than to give you all the pleasure that I am capable of,” lips touched his chin, “The pleasure you deserve,” he brushed his neck with a tongue and placed a soft bite on the Arnel’s shoulder. “There won’t be any pain, I promise you, my love,” Celtiel topped it all with a deep, demanding, and dizzying kiss on his mouth.

Pulling the shirt off Arnel and throwing it away along with his robe, Celtiel continued to kiss the elf’s lips, neck, and chest. Having put him down on the bed and placing himself between the spread legs, he continued to caress the delicate skin, descending lower and lower, without missing a single millimeter, biting, licking, and kissing. Gentleman’s palms stroked his shoulders, arms, sides of Arnel, barely touching him with the pads of his fingers and then squeezing, pressing closer to his body. The blue-haired man traced the flat stomach with his lips, teased the skin around the cock, and absorbed the elf’s excited flesh into his mouth to a loud sob from above. While busy with this, he began to prepare the young elf for more decisive actions. Moans and sighs were his guiding star, helping to find the right points to avoid unpleasant sensations. After some time, Arnel clenched his fingers tightly on Caro’s shoulders and, tensing his whole body, came into his mouth. Without allowing him to recover, the Water mage began to slowly push into the soft, pliable body. The elf beneath him slightly shuddered and opened his eyes, clouded with desire. Breathing fast and licking his dry, full lips, he tried with all his might to relax, to help his beloved in. And so, with a victorious smile on his face, Celtiel brushed the drops of sweat from his forehead and, pressing to Arnel’s pointed ear, whispered hotly, “Hold on tight, love.”

Grasping his slender legs more conveniently, he began to slowly swing his hips. The Arnel’s insides were so hot and dense, and Caro immediately felt so stupefyingly good that he could hardly restrain himself and not to break into a frantic rhythm.

Arnel closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on the sensations. The pleasant warmth after the first orgasm had not yet completely disappeared but was now supplemented by an incomprehensible, hitherto unknown feeling of fullness. Soft frictions slowly but surely sent inexplicable impulses through his body, made him moan, grip hard, bend towards the strong body of a warrior. Seeing that the boy got accustomed to the pace, Celtiel grabbed his buttocks, slightly lifting him from the bed and changing the angle of penetration, and with the first loud weep in response, he began to speed up. Arnel tried as best he could to restrain his voice, which seemed to him so indecent and depraved. At first, he simply pressed his palm to his lips, and tormented his lips into the blood with his teeth; he bit his finger, but still, he could not help but whimper and moan, after Celtiel had found the sweet spot inside him and now with each movement, he was bringing both of them closer to the climax.

Feeling that he was about to come, the blue-haired elf bent over Arnel and, removing his bitten hands from his face, covered his lips with his own and tenderly kissed the bites smudging with his tongue. The young elf responded just as eagerly and assertively, wrapping his arms around Caro’s neck as if trying to release his tension on his partner, which curled sweetly, but at the same time, painfully, in his stomach and groin. It built up inside of him and, reaching its peak, broke loose, spreading through the veins, filling every corner of the body with pleasure and at last, splashed out with pearly drops. It did not go away immediately but pulsed and throbbed, expanding and burning him all to the tiniest cell in his body; the fire spread along the spine and then started cooling down, settling with a blissful smile on the lips of lovers. In that instant, a soft glow enveloped them both. Growing and becoming brighter and brighter, it filled the entire room so that the elves had to close their eyes, and with the lasting flash, it shattered into the tiny specks of shining dust that hung in the air.

“Um...” Celtiel said uncertain, “Is this what I think it is?”

“I suppose,” Arnel nodded thoughtfully, trying to catch the dancing sparkle with his hand.

“Thank you,” said the blue-haired, suddenly all serious, looking directly into Arnel’s eyes.

“For what?” Arnel raised his eyebrows in surprise, hugging the water manager by the neck.

“For who you are. For appearing in Rie’s life, in my life; for turning it upside down actually. It was only thanks to you that the almost withered and dying sprout of love in my heart was able to revive and hatch through the cold and dry stony soil,” Caro explained, gently drawing some intricate patterns on the Nature spellcaster’s cheek with the tip of his nose.

Arnel giggled and said knowingly, “Well, you know, maybe I have nothing to do with it. Young plants, they are so stubborn, if they want to take root, they will do it, regardless of external factors; they are just ready for that.”

“Oh, if you say so, professor!” Celtiel snorted and bit the “professor’s” ear.

“No sir, I’m just a senior specialist,” Arnel purred and began to tickle the gentleman.

“It can’t be! When you were recommended to me, I understood that you have to have the Master’s degree – at the very least!” The dark-eyed frowned playfully and began to tickle in response.

The specialist did not answer, only burst into loud laughter, wriggling, and kicking to get free.

They tossed for another half an hour and, exhausted, trudged off to the bathroom. And after rinsing and totally ignoring dinner, they climbed into bed and fell asleep, huddled close to each other.

 

***

 

The next day, a carriage took them to the capital and Niala’s house. The healer didn’t even have to conjure; she just grunted at Arnel and said that they are just too obvious, and she could see everything with the naked eye. The elves received her blessing and valuable instructions on how the host and the second parent should behave for the pregnancy to proceed correctly, without complications, and invited them to come to the collection of the Seed six months later.

After the extrication, Niala, with the help of both elves, placed the almost formed fetus into an energy cocoon and ordered them not to leave it for a month so that at least one of them would be constantly present and share their magical power.

The newlywed Caro spouses had a healthy baby, who grew up as a cute green-haired boy with the eyes dark like deep-sea whirlpools, and freckly cheeks just like his younger daddy had. After the Seed extrication, Arnel got his golden curls back as well as this sunny scattering on his nose, which did not cease to melt the heart of his older caring husband.

And yes, they lived a long and extremely happy life, in their little cozy world, in the silence and the tranquility of a flower estate, regularly disturbed by ringing laughter.

 

THE END ^.^