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As one of the most influential figures in the kingdom, and certainly the most approachable, Kabru is used to receiving more than his fair share of gifts. He's always careful about how he accepts them, making sure there are no hidden strings attached, but rarely does he need to fully turn a gift away.
And so we come to the finely crafted object in his hand. It is an early prototype from Izganda, combining the expertise and cooperation of an unknown number of dwarves and gnomes. While the rod is metal, the material forming the bulbous head is something distinctly softer to the touch-- Kabru isn't sure of the specifics of how it's made, the process is apparently cutting-edge and kept as a trade secret, but it's enough to know that no monsters are involved.
How it works is far less important than what it does, and what it does is simple. With just a little bit of mana poured in, the soft ball at the end vibrates. It is, in theory, supposed to be used for massages, but frankly it's a poor substitute for another set of hands. After a lackluster performance trying to rub the tension out of his own shoulders with it, he'd left it at the bottom of a drawer for a few months.
And then, one particularly lonely and sleepless night while Mithrun was away, an idea had struck, and it was such a successful one that the wand found a new home in his bedside table. It was only ever brought out when Kabru spent the night alone, though-- as efficient a tool as it was for coaxing orgasms out of him, it was still more satisfying to have Mithrun do it instead.
It may have stayed that way, if it weren't for a certain want gnawing at him more and more each time he used the toy on his own. More and more, there would come a point where he wanted to keep going, but for some reason or another, he just couldn't.
For one, a single charge of mana would keep it buzzing for quite a while, but it still needed to be topped off-- all it took was one time of the vibrations turning off completely right as he was about to cum to never want to experience that again. But that left him nearly paranoid that it would turn off randomly if he wasn't constantly aware of its charge levels, which in turn made it harder to just relax and enjoy himself.
For another, if he went long enough, his body started to become-- uncooperative. He'd reflexively pull the toy away, or slam his legs shut around it so it was no longer at just the right spot. It was frustrating.
If he wanted to find out what was past that plateau, he'd need Mithrun's help.
And therein lay the issue-- admitting to such a deeply selfish and embarrassing desire. For all the time he's spent encouraging whatever desires of Mithrun's form, no matter how strange, the thought of verbalizing this want of his own stops him short.
"What's wrong?" Comes the low voice of his partner, rumbling comfortably against his shoulder. It's been a quiet night with both of them home for once, both of them on their couch after dinner.
Kabru jolts a little in surprise. How long had he been spacing out for? Kabru had been reading while Mithrun laid against him and worked on his latest knitting project-- one of many hobbies he was trying out to see if new desires would grow. Apparently, he'd failed to turn a page for long enough to clue Mithrun in that he'd gotten lost in his thoughts.
He smiles reflexively. "Nothing!"
Mithrun lifts his head from his shoulder, throws his knitting aside, and gives him a knowing stare.
Kabru struggles to maintain the intense eye contact, but takes a breath, leaning towards him to give him a reassuring kiss. "It's nothing bad. I just have something on my mind. It's... kind of embarrassing."
Subtle as Mithrun's expressions often are, this one is obvious to Kabru. What, you think I'm going to judge you?
Of course he won't. For how unflinchingly supportive Kabru has been for Mithrun's every attempt to grow new desires, of course he wouldn't begrudge him something he wanted. He might even appreciate being able to return the favor.
It probably says something about him that it helps to think of it in that way, but Kabru has always been more focused on results over methods, anyway.
The position they settle on is... exposing, to say the least. Kabru is on his back in their bed, a pillow shoved under his hips and Mithrun sitting between his spread legs.
The wand buzzes to life against him, stronger than when he uses it on himself, and Kabru gasps, already covering his mouth with the back of his hand. "It's, ah, not usually that strong--"
"Hm..." Mithrun's half-lidded gaze sweeps over him, making him feel just as pinned down as if he were tied. "You can take it."
A shiver runs down his spine at the assertion, heat throbbing between his legs. Mithrun smirks, like he knew exactly how much Kabru would like hearing that. Bastard.
As though Kabru didn't specifically ask him for exactly this.
He takes a breath, heavy and forced, the vibrations rattling through him. It's already a little overwhelming, and they've barely started, or maybe that's just Mithrun's presence here. Knowing he's watching Kabru flush and struggle not to squirm away, and his express reason for being here is to make sure he can't get away.
Mithrun adjusts the wand a little against his clit and the new angle sends a pitched sound crawling up his throat. His thighs tense on either side of Mithrun's hips, but they can't snap shut like this, and eventually he's able to relax back onto the bed again with increasingly shaky breaths. All Mithrun has to do is hold the damn thing still and stare down at him, and it's making Kabru want to climb up the wall.
The first orgasm shakes through him, and Mithrun gives a little hum of surprise. "That was quick." He doesn't move the wand, exactly like Kabru asked him to, and it's awful and beautiful and perfect.
He doesn't know how long it's actually been, is not in the practice of timing it, but that did feel faster than usual. "I said it was, ah, efficient."
"Efficient." Mithrun repeats with that rare, low amusement.
"It helps me get to sleep." He tries to defend himself, but it comes out too whiny. The when you're not here remains unspoken.
Mithrun hums and leans down to kiss his lips, which were definitely not set into a pout. All the while the toy keeps thundering sensation directly against his cock, the buzzing head of it drenched with his release and able to slide all the more electrically over him for it. Mithrun presses it more firmly down against him and swallows down his moans while Kabru grips hard at the blankets and shakes.
It feels so unbearably selfish, taking all this pleasure. He tries to reach for Mithrun's cock, to give, but a small, always surprisingly strong hand wraps around his wrist and lowers it back to the bed while teeth bite reproachingly at his lower lip. "You put yourself in my hands tonight. You'll take what I give you."
And just like that, a second orgasm hits him like a tidal wave to the chest. Someone in the room lets out the most raw moan Kabru has ever heard. Mithrun sits back up, and through the fog in his head, Kabru can just barely make out how dilated his pupil is.
His cunt clenches around nothing as an aftershock rolls through him, followed swiftly by another. It's almost too hot where the toy is touching him, just on the right side of uncomfortable, but he doesn't want it to stop. This is the point where he's usually forced to give up.
One of his legs reflexively kicks out at nothing, something like a sob hitching in his chest. He turns his face into the pillow, then back, covers it with his hands, shoves his fingers into his own hair to tug at it. He's not allowed to move his legs or his hips but he has to move. "It's so much--" He chokes out. "I can't, I can't--"
"You will." Mithrun says the most perfect horrible best worst thing ever, and Kabru does actually sob this time, tears spilling over as he cums again. And it feels like it doesn't stop, one orgasm rolling right into another and another, he can feel it drenching them both. Everything is wet heat, and the only words he can think are please and Mithrun and fuck, and he might be saying them out loud too but it's hard to tell. It feels like it goes on for an eternity, like this is all he'll ever be now, just a writhing moaning mess in Mithrun's lap.
Eventually, every muscle in his body starts to tighten, and just as the muscles in his calf start to burn with an impending cramp, Mithrun finally lifts the toy away and Kabru collapses bonelessly to the bed, every breath coming with an accompanying whimper. The pillow is tugged out from under him and firm hands rub over his thighs and hips, up to his chest and back as he slowly comes down from it, his thoughts blissfully quiet for once.
Mithrun isn't touching between his legs anymore, but even the air feels like something with how sensitive he is right now. Every now and then, an aftershock rolls through him, making him clench around nothing again. He reaches for Mithrun with shaky hands and this time he isn't rebuffed, Mithrun lets him pull him in close, moving to lay on top of him. Even the full weight of him hardly presses Kabru into the bed, but it's still nice, still better.
"Thank you." He mutters into the side of Mithrun's neck, pressing his lips to the pale, tender skin there. "It was perfect, it was exactly what I wanted."
Mithrun turns to kiss his temple, and the tiny smile he can feel his chapped lips formed into makes him smile as well.
Something finally registers in Kabru's mind-- or rather, the lack of something. He can feel Mithrun's cock against his thigh, but it's soft. Had it been this whole time? Of course it'd been, Kabru had barely touched him at all."I could use my mouth if--" Mithrun covers said mouth with his hand before he can continue, squishing Kabru's cheeks in a bit and pulling away to give him an annoyed stare.
"Stop worrying. I got what I wanted too."
Kabru's eyes widen; Mithrun does not use that word lightly. "Oh."
Mithrun releases his face and settles back down again, this time with his head resting on Kabru's chest. It doesn't take long for his breathing to slow in a very telling way.
"Mithrun." Kabru hates to wake him, but this is important. "We have to change the sheets."
The elf scowls, moves a hand to the wet sheets, and teleports them across the room without even opening his eyes, leaving the two of them laying on a bare mattress.
Sighing and pulling the blanket over them both, Kabru gives up on it for now, even though it's still kind of damp underneath him. It's a problem for tomorrow.