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Lorsan thought of every possibility, every scenario, of what could happen if he finally walked up to Valen and told the truth. For a long time now, he had been lying to himself, denying every part of him that screamed and ached for Valen.
It was interesting. Lorsan had never felt this way for anyone before. Sure, people had teased him before, but never in the way Valen had. Valen called him Bunny-Ears, a term no one ever dared to call Lorsan.
And even more than that, Valen found poking fun at Lorsan to be amusing. Whether it was by randomly touching his ears, or little tail. Valen would even go as far as to make bunny jokes. While Lorsan wasn’t entirely against it, part of him still denied the deep churn he’d feel in his stomach whenever Valen found a new nickname for him; or the way his ears would perk up when catching even a fraction of Valen’s voice.
Did anyone know about it? Just the Magister. Lorsan felt he couldn’t trust anyone else with his feelings, and since the Magister had notoriously horrible memory, he knew that there wouldn’t be too many problems with the secret getting out. Besides, if he only admitted it to the Magister, it wasn’t as real as he was afraid it’d become.
But… there was an issue with that. Lorsan, like an other person, had urges. And every damn time he laid eyes on Valen, his mind would wander… Whether it was to scenario’s of romance, or other dubious things.
Lorsan ran a hand through his fluffy gray hair, his saturated gaze lifting as Valen walked through the door. For a second, the man’s chest tightened with sudden intensity. It was overwhelming.
Valen seemed to notice Lorsan’s sudden shift in air, moving to sit across from him at the small table within the little living room of the cottage they were staying in.
“Hey, bunny-ears. Something wrong?” Valen asked.
Lorsan swallowed dryly, moving to sit up. He was dying to be closer to Valen. Even though there was only a few feet of space between the two, he needed to be closer. He needed to feel Valen. And that unruly thought led to another, and another…
”Lorsan,” Valen repeated, waving his hand. “Are you alright?”
Lorsan chuckled nervously and sat back, propping his arm on the arm rest of the comfortable red sofa he sat atop. He bit one of his nails nervously, eyes wandering to Valen’s.
”Have you… have you ever heard of the term ‘As busy as a bunny’?” asked Lorsan.
Valen cocked his head curiously, sitting up straighter. “Sort of. What’s so important about it?”
Lorsan shook his head. “Nothing. Just… just a fun term, I guess.” he lied. Dammit, why was this so hard. He couldn’t just get up and offer Valen his body, could he?
Even if he did want to end the conversation, it wasn’t exactly possible. Valen suddenly seemed determined to know what Lorsan meant.
”No, tell me what you mean.” demanded Valen. “I won’t stop nagging you until you do, bunny-ears.”
”I wish you’d stop calling me that..” *muttered Lorsan, averting his gaze.
”Calling you what? Bunny-ears?” Valen couldn’t help but laugh a little. “What’s the matter with it, bunny? Does it get you flustered?” Valen was joking entirely, but he had actually hit the head of the nail pretty spot on.
It did more than fluster Lorsan, unfortunately.
Lorsan glared at Valen. “Fine, fine. You want to know what I mean?” Lorsan stood up, walking around the small table to Valen.
Valen suddenly wasn’t joking anymore. He leaned back nervously, now trapped on the sofa he was on.
Lorsan didn’t know why Valen’s teasing got to him to easily, but in this moment, he just couldn’t contain himself.
Lorsan got on his knees, his hands sliding up Valen’s thighs and to his belt, undoing it with unnatural ease.
Valen gasped, his hands gripping at the fabric of the couch. “Bubby-ears, what’re you doing?” he asked anxiously.
”Getting as busy as a bunny.” mumbled Lorsan.
He unzipped Valen’s pants, tugging them a bit so he could get a better view of the other man’s hidden cock. Valen shifted, not exactly against what was happening seeing as he was half hard.
Lorsan pulled Valen’s cock out entirely, his hand cupping it, his thumb rubbing the tip to work on making it fully erect.
Valen’s breathing was suddenly shallow, his chest caving in. “Dammit, bunny-ears…” he breathed.
Lorsan chuckled and leaned down, licking a bead of precum. “Why is it always guys like you who have to have the prettiest cocks?” Lorsan whispered to himself.
Valen smiled weakly, bucking his hips a little as if to tell Lorsan to continue. Lorsan got the message and began stroking Valen, taking in every part of the man’s dick. He observed the vein running on the underside of it, all the way from his balls to tip. Damn, did it look pretty.
Precum continued to gather at the tip, and Lorsan couldn’t help himself anymore. He let his tongue run from the base to the tip before taking the head in his mouth.
Valen shuddered, letting out a frail whine. “Shit, bunny-ears. I-I didn’t realize you’d be so good at this.” he laughed.
Lorsan smirked and pulled off. He spat on the tip before going down on the entire thing. Lorsan was lucky he didn’t have a gag reflex, otherwise this wouldn’t hurt badly.
Valen gripped the armrest of the sofa, holding back from bucking his hips so he’d go further down Lorsan’s throat.
“Such a pretty cock,” Lorsan murmured as he pulled off it. He looked up at Valen with the most innocent eyes, his heart pounding in his chest.
He was finally doing this, finally getting to touch and use Valen. Damn, how long had he been wanting this? Too long.
”Y’know, bunnies like to breed all the time,” Lorsan stressed.
Valen swallowed thickly, shifting in his spot. He let a hand move to mess with Lorsan’s ears, which earned him a contented hum from the ladder.
”S-So?” Valen stammered.
Lorsan looked up at him, sitting back to unbutton his shirt. “Wont you let me do that to you?” he asked, his silk shirt falling from his shoulders, revealing his lovely pale skin.
Valen’s eyes widened a little. “Oh, dear Gods..” he whispered breathlessly.
Never in his life had he expected Lorsan to make such an offer. But it was one he was willing to accept faster than any other.
”Yeah. Yeah, you can do that.” he responded shortly.
Lorsan smiled and began working on stripping Valen of his shirt. “Good.” Before he knew it, Valen was shirtless, and soon to be pantless, seeing as Lorsan was already stripping him of those too.
Lorsan felt his cock hardening in his pants when he laid eyes on a fully naked Valen. “Damn, are you pretty.” Lorsan’s eyes dazzled with admiration for the other man’s body.
Valen couldn’t help but blush a little. “Thanks?” he wasn’t sure how to take such a compliment.
Lorsan shrugged and let his hands slip around Valen’s hips, pulling him off the couch and turning him around so he’d be bent over the seat of it.
”No problem,” he said as if it were the most casual thing in the world.
Lorsan’s hands moved straight to Valen’s ass. He groped the man’s lower half, admiring the wonderful piece of meat before him. Lorsan let one of his fingers travel down to Valen’s hole. He pressed it against it, noticing how Valen made a small noise. Whether it was discomfort or not, Lorsan couldn’t tell.
”Pretty boy with a pretty cock,” began Lorsan, pressing his finger into Valen’s hole. He almost immediately found the man’s prostate considering how close it really was to the entrance, and began prodding at it.
Valen shuddered, immediately grabbing at the throw pillow on the couch for support. “Oh, f-fuck.” Never in his life had he felt something like this. Never in his life had he wanted another man more than this.
”That’s it,” Lorsan teased. “You’re doing so good.”
Valen’s legs quivered. Lorsan managed to slip in another finger, which elicited a pretty, but shy moan from the man’s lips.
Valen clenched around Lorsan’s fingers, unsure of how to feel about the astounding arousal coursing through him. He had never actually done something like this before. Not with another man. He was new to it, but for some reason, he couldn’t get enough of it.
Lorsan continued kneading and working his fingers within Valen, muttering soft praises to the other man.
“There we go,” smiled Lorsan. “You’re gonna feel so good when I breed you…”
Valen couldn’t help but laugh a little. He swallowed thickly, his eyes fluttering shut as he attempted to hold back a moan. “I never knew you could be so lewd.” he whispered.
Lorsan smirked, slipping his fingers out of Valen, which left the man feeling empty and desolate.
”Why’d— why’d you stop, bunny-ears?” asked Valen distraughtly.
Lorsan giggled a little, his hands falling back to Valen’s hips. He moved the man to the ground, laying him on his stomach.
“You just stay still, m’kay?” Lorsan whispered, finally pulling off his own pants to reveal his own erect, dripping cock. Oh, how he had been wanting to do this. Forever, he had been wishing he could do this. And now, he finally was.
Valen nodded, staring down at the carpet with an overwhelming nervousness. And before he knew it, Lorsan’s tip was pressed against his hole.
Valen squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for a painful intrusion, but it never came. Instead, it was gentle and arousing; something he’d never expected.
Valen’s lips parted, a hoarse, small moan falling from them. Lorsan groaned as well, trembling slightly as he pushed fully in.
”Damn, you’re tight, Valen…” Lorsan chuckled.
”S-Shut up,” Valen managed to retort back.
Lorsan nodded. “Yes sir.” So instead of talking, he’d fuck. And he would do a damn good job at fucking.
Lorsan began rocking his hips back and forth, gritting his teeth as the pleasure came over him. It brought this wonderfully numb feeling to him, which made static cross his mind. All he could think about was filling Valen with his load and watching as it dripped out the man’s hole.
This only further encouraged his movements, which led to deeper, more full thrusts.
Valen gasped, and with each thrust, each direct hit to his prostate, he let out a choppy moan.
“B-Bunny-ears…” Valen moaned softly. “…more…”
“Anything for you,” Lorsan groaned. His chest was pressed directly against Valen’s back, holding him in place on the ground. Lorsan managed to slip one of his hands underneath Valen so he could pay attention to Valen’s prized cock.
Every whimper and moan that left Valen’s lips was like confirmation that the man wanted more. Lorsan was more than willing to give Valen more.
He began stroking the man, paying special attention to his tip. “Good boy,” mumbled Lorsan. “You’re gonna look so pretty with my cum leaking from you.” He groaned softly, his eyes fluttering shut as that wonderfully intense feeling began building up in him.
Valen choked a little, his breathing getting more shallow and hard to contain. “F-Fuck, I want more, bunny-ears.”
More? How much more could Valen possibly want? There wasn’t much else Lorsan could do for him.
That didn’t matter too much anymore. Valen clenched around Lorsan, his back arching slightly. Loran groaned and started to thrust faster, as well as stroke in time with his movements.
”C’mon, pretty boy…” he managed to choke out. “Let me breed you.”
Valen’s stomach tightened, knotting with such an unforeseen yet welcomed intensity. “Bunny-ears, ‘m gonna c-cum,” he warned.
”Good.” Lorsan started planting kisses on Valen’s shoulders and back, that knot tightening in his stomach until it finally snapped.
Even as he came, Lorsan didn’t stop his movement. And all the while Valen was cumming, Lorsan didn’t seem all that interested in stopping. He could feel his cum coating his own dick within Valen, and it was such a good feeling.
Valen was clenched so hard around Lorsan, the man wasn’t sure if his dick would come off of not. But as Valen finally loosened, panting and struggling not to moan from the occasional brush against his prostate, he dropped his head.
”Dammit, bunny-ears…” he panted.
Lorsan smirked, forcing himself to pull out. Valen’s jaw dropped from the sudden loss. He could feel Lorsan’s cum dripping out of his ass. It was a rather interesting feeling, but it was one Valen could see himself growing accustomed to.
”Now I r-really understand why you’d wanna get a-as busy as a bunny.” Valen laughed defeatedly.