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Orym had just about drifted off when there was a not-so-gentle nudge at his side. 

“Pssst! Hey! ”

His brow furrowed in disappointment. There went the peaceful dreams he was so close to having. 

“Orym!” came the poorly whispered voice of Ashton. Steeling himself against some ridiculous situation that probably involved Fresh Cut Grass and the incomprehensible amount of alcohol Fearne had poured into them, Orym peeled open an eye. 

“Mmm?” 

Ashton was looming over him, staring intently with a look in their eyes that Orym couldn’t quite place in his sleep-deprived state. “Was’up?”

The look intensified. “I need a favor.”

“......okay? What kind?” Orym’s thoughts felt like the slime he stepped on five hours ago. He let his eyelid droop back down. 

“A favor ,” repeated Ashton. Orym sat up with a confused face and rubbed the back of his neck. 

“Yeah, that’snot helpful. What kinda favor? If I gotta reach through two pintsa meade ‘cause FCG got clogged again y’can take it up with -earne,” said Orym. He heard the way Ashton’s eyes rolled in their head. 

“Just- come with me.”

Regretfully leaving his resting place for the night, Orym yawned and followed stiffly to another room, presumably Ashton and Letter’s abode for the evening. It looked as though an arm full of lukewarm meade was in his near future after all. Sometimes, Orym really hated having tiny hands. It wasn’t like he was the only one either - Chetney could easily unclog the automaton, and probably was more qualified considering his dexterous and MC-skilled hands. He actually had a spine about not helping people however, for better or worse, which meant Orym was always stuck on tiny-person-required errands. He was already half-way through mental preparations for bitter smelling metal that he didn’t immediately notice just how far this room was from everyone else’s. Only once he had stepped in did he have the realization that this new room was all the way at the end of the hallway. Suspicious.  

“I didn’t think you both hated us this much,” he commented. Guess the group hadn’t been bonding as well with the Krookhouse kids as Orym thought. 

Ashton stopped his trek into the room to give Orym another equally as confusing look. “What?”

“Couldn’t kill you to be a little closer to us all? I know the separate room is your thing, but…” 

“We’re all sleeping in the same room tonight? What the fuck are you talking about?” 

Orym decided the new look on their face was incredulous. Now he was even more confused. 

“Okay, so why are we literally as far away from the group as possible? And where’s FCG?”

“So I can be as loud as I want, I-..., what the hell do you think is going on here?” 

Orym dragged a hand down his face. “I have absolutely no idea, mostly because you woke me up with no other context than to have me help you with a ‘favor’ that until this point I was assuming involved unclogging Letters. What the hell is going on here?” he said, unbelievably exasperated and tired. Ashton huffed a laugh and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“Yeah, this is what I get for waking you up at midnight. No, favor is less other-people related and more…, well…, actually, can I just be really fucking blunt about this?” Ashton asked, now looking rather sheepish. Not a bad look, but very different from what Orym usually associated with them. 

“I mean, yeah, that would be helpful, considering we definitely aren’t on the same page here,” Orym answered, intrigued and wary at the same time. Something that involved being away from others, just them two, and Ashton being loud was throwing him for a bit of a-, oh wait. 

“Last time you said something about there being a next one, so I’d assumed you were still pretty on board with that but if you aren’t please tell me so I can piss off and let you go back to sleep and we’ll just forget the whole thing but the suspense here is fucking killing me so-”

Wait a minute. 

“-would you, please ,-”

Wait a goddamn minute. 

“-fuck me?” 

The question hung heavy in the air for a bit. Ashton looked to be holding his breath, still confident in their words but unsure of the response he was going to get. Orym, meanwhile, was having a little bit of a stroke. Nowhere in his previous thoughts had the invitation he had accidentally let slip held merit, though now that he was faced with the real situation he certainly wasn’t about to let the reciprocation pass. 

“Uh…, sure?” Great way to start that off, Orym . “Yeah, that….., yes.” 

The internal cringe Orym was feeling was quickly put aside as Ashton sighed in relief, grinned greedily, and stepped forwards. 

“Been kinda wanting to get my mouth all over your neck again,” they said, stalking closer with that first look back in his eyes. Orym swallowed a little heavily. 

“Yeah? Do I taste that good to you?” Orym backed into the door, feeling more than a little small. Ashton kept coming. 

“You’re fucking delicious .”

He scooped Orym off the floor and slammed him against the door, the halfling only able to respond with an “oof!” before Ashton, true to their word, had his mouth against the column of Orym’s throat. They licked a long stripe up to Orym’s ear, moaning louder than the forest warranted as he seemed to relish the taste of skin under their tongue. Orym let his eyes fall closed, concentrating on the feeling of budding hickies. The absolute loss of control brought on by not being able to reach the floor wasn’t brewing well tonight, but he indulged it for a little longer before speaking up.

“Hey, bed?” Orym’s breath was heavy. “Getting antsy up here…” 

Ashton pulled off and nodded, settling Orym down gentler than expected. “Thought you liked feeling tiny?”

“Yes, but not when I loose my mobility,” was the reply. Ashton nodded again in understanding. 

“So I guess pinning you to the mattress isn’t much of an option, is it?” 

Orym stalled halfway through the motions of climbing onto said mattress, breath hitching in his throat. He tilted his head slightly to address the suggestion. 

“I didn’t say that…” 

“Oh, good,” said Ashton. “You’re a fighter, I like holding you down. Makes me feel strong.”

So that’s how he wanted to play it. Orym scoffed. “As if I don’t allow it.”

“Oh, I know you do. It would makes things a little worrisome if you didn’t want me to tower over you-” they waltzed over to the edge of the bed, stripping their shirt as they went, “-while you squirm around my fingers. Mostly because that would be a little hard not to do.”

“Because of my size? I could take you.” Orym scooched up the bed to lean against the headboard. If it was a fight for dominance Ashton wanted, he’d get one. “Brawn isn’t everything.”

Their smile turned crooked. The flush on Orym’s face got darker. 

“You think so?” Ashton looked about ready to pounce, as though Orym was his preferred prey, sitting idly by while they crept closer and closer. “I’m pretty sure it can go a long way - even spry things like yourself can’t do much after they’ve been caught.”

“This is assuming you can catch me.” Orym feigned nonchalance, crossing his arms behind his head as he sat. His partner’s eyes flashed in hunger. Orym prepared to be literally crushed under living, toned, exceptionally textured rock. 

“Come over here and prove you can.”

Yep, that set them right off. Letting out an honest-to-god growl, Ashton threw himself on top of the bed, attempting to box Orym in. He was ready for them. Quick as lightning arching off their hammer, Orym slid under Ashton’s chest to slot a leg just so in the juncture of his hip. Using their momentum against them, the smaller of the two pushed into one side of his chest to roll them both right up the edge of one side of the bed. The wood under them creaked. Orym spared a moment to gently kiss a line up one of their scars. Ashton huffed, muscles flexing as he adjusted to hold composure with the roll instead of land flat on their back. His arms reached around Orym to launch a counter, like Orym hoped they would, and he was definitely enjoying being surrounded for just a split second before the tides were to be turned. 

Again taking the momentum against him, Ashton moved to push their partner into the bed a bit too slow. Methodically, as though rehearsing a battle move, Orym placed his form snugly to the side to avoid the crush of Ashton’s body and made to flip him once again onto their back (on the bed, this time). Skilled as he was, however, Ashton had caught on. As he flipped, they grabbed Orym’s arm, sending him overtop of their chest into what would likely become a tight headlock. The bed groaned with the weight bouncing around. Not to be outdone, even with the new set back, Orym got a knee in between his own chest and Ashton’s, waited until right before the headlock set, and pushed up to separate his body. His wrist, still in Ashton’s grasp, held the arm out with a locked elbow, while his other forearm came to rest on their throat. After a light struggle to get out of the hold, that seemed to settle it for the two. 

There were a few moments of labored breathing and locked eyes, defiance sparkling in each set. Orym was positive his entire face and chest were darkened, Ashton looking similar in a light sheen of sweat that only served to further his glittering scars under the minimal light in the room. In short, they looked like magic. Taking another deep breath to settle himself, Orym moved to straddle Ashton’s chest, making sure to rub at the lines of gold underneath their pecs with his thighs. They made a small noise, letting the vice grip on Orym’s wrist go slack and allowing him to grab both of their hands and gently place them above his head. 

“Guess you won this time,” they said, sounding a bit put out by the situation. Orym shrugged. 

“Only because you let me. This is a you-first favor, since you asked and all,” he replied. Orym let go of his hands, both of which immediately fit over the hips on top of them. “You have something specific in mind for tonight?”

Ashton cocked his head. “Not really,” is what came out of their mouth, however it was obvious in his eyes that there was, indeed, something they were thinking of. Orym shook his head. 

“What is it?”

“Mm. Don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“Out with it - I’ll give you a yes or no and we’ll move on from there.”

“Sure, probably a little sensitive for you to talk about though,” Ashton said hesitantly. “I know first-hand that bodies can be more than a little fucked up.”

Orym quirked an eyebrow. Something to do with his scars? His tattoo? Ashton raised an eyebrow himself. 

“Just say it and spare me from thinking too hard right now,” Orym sighed. Ashton’s hands fell to his knees, and they took a deep breath. 

“Alright: I really, really want to suck on your tits. Totally understandable if that’s not even remotely on the table, but you wanted me to ask so I did.”

Oh. Mmm, yeah, that was - well… 

Did he want that?

“You okay? I realize that probably wasn’t the best way to ask, but…,” Ashton’s voice broke his train of thought. Orym blinked, slow, and closed his mouth, which he had only just realized was agape. He swallowed. Ashton let go of his knees, as though expecting Orym to run away. 

“Yeah, uhm, just…, let me think about it for a bit?” Ashton nodded and backed off further, letting him decide. There was only ever one other person who had made Orym feel comfortable enough to expose his entire self to, and that had taken a long time. Weirdly, the hesitation he used to feel wasn’t nearly as strong as it once was. Maybe it was because Ashton was like him, understood 110% that a body was a shell for the true person inside. Maybe it was the gentle wave of arousal floating around in his brain that, for all his usual resistance to it, deeply wanted Ashton’s tongue all over him again. Maybe he was actually comfortable in his own body enough, after loving someone so dearly, who took all of his supposed flaws and turned them into sunshine and flowers with simple words. Or, maybe, he simply recognized Ashton could not give a fuck what he looked like, and that he could do what he wanted without feeling overwhelmingly guilty about his body. The only judgment here was his own. 

Ashton appeared to be about to say something as this realization hit, possibly to resend his suggestion, but Orym beat them to it. 

“You know what? Yeah,” he said, pulling his night shirt over his head and grabbing Ashton’s hands to place them back on his hips. “Yeah, I want that. Go for it.”

“You sure?” He looked a bit surprised. Orym nodded with complete conviction and tossed his shirt haphazardly across the room. 

“Yep. Be gentle.” 

Ashton’s hands slid up Orym’s back, carefully, their eyes taking in all of his sleeve and, yes, his chest. The expression they wore was akin to one of worship as they regarded him, sat precariously on their own chest. Their hands brushed at each of his ribs as they worked their way around his body. Ashton’s thumbs traced light lines under Orym’s breasts, testing the waters as slow and gentle as he could manage. Orym felt his heart jump. Ashton made eye contact with him, another assurance he could move on, and Orym nodded again. Those lips were gonna feel so nice on his bare skin. 

He started with the collarbone, open-mouth kisses and kitten licks, Orym leaning forward to give them a better angle. His hands cupped around Orym’s chest, delightfully rough and textured, gently massaging him as they coaxed his arms to the pillows surrounding their head. The tongue on his sternum took a dive, cold and smooth and wet, down to the very top of the swell on Orym’s left. He shivered. This was good. This felt nice. He was okay. Ashton made another not-so-quiet noise before pausing to ask:

“This okay?”

Orym hummed out an affirmative. He was rewarded with a wet kiss to the side of his chest, Ashton’s hand there falling back to his hip. 

“ Fuck, you taste so good .”

The slide of Ashton’s tongue up the outside curve of Oyrm’s left breast left him breathless. His head lolled, eyes closing as he relaxed into the feeling. The hand on his right side squeezed ever so gently.

“ Mmm …”

It wasn’t long before the trail of their tongue turned into one of hickies, dark pink against Orym’s tan complexion. He let out a long sigh in pleasure, lost in the feeling. This felt so nice. He was so okay. Ashton fit his mouth around the entire left side of Orym’s chest and got themself a guttural moan out of it. His free hand traveled unencumbered up and down Orym’s back, soft yet strong, comforting in the way it pressed him further into their mouth. Ashton took his time, making all sorts of noise around bits of Orym’s skin, eventually switching to give his other side the same treatment, holding tight when Orym shook with approval. The attention didn’t waver for a minute or two, but there was only so much foreplay Ashton seemed willing to put up with. The hand on Orym’s back disappeared, undoubtedly headed to their crotch by the way his hips shifted to greet it. Content as he was, Orym recognized the need to move on. 

“Huh, Ashton?” They rumbled around a mouthful to show attention. “You uh, uuh , wanna sit up? I don’t want you to stop but…”

Ashton gave another squeeze to one side and pulled off, a small line of drool connecting the two for a moment. Orym felt wetness grow in his smallclothes. 

“Wha’s’up?”

“Nothing, just…, question for you: how many times can you cum in one night?”

His face erupted in shock and lust. Orym laughed. 

“I-it…, I think the most I’ve gotten to with someone else has been three, but I’m not…, shit? Did you have a goal in mind?”

“You asked for the favor,” Orym began, “I feel as though you should be getting as much out of it as possible I guess. It takes me a long while, but if I can pull more out of you while I’m on the ride it would help us both.”

Ashton closed his eyes, mulling it over. The hand on Orym’s waist squeezed against his hip bone. 

“Yeah, just…, I can’t really…, mm. The next one sneaks back up pretty fast, there isn’t usually any real rest time between me cumming the first time and then the second. And after my body decides I’m done, I’m fucking done. Don’t get to drag it out any further,” they explained.

Orym nodded. “So start with two in a row and see what happens.”

“Then you don’t get anything out of it.”

“Your favor, I’ll live if I don’t get much tonight. I’m a little used to it considering…”

Ashton wore a dubious frown. “You’re way too nice for your own good.”

Orym shrugged in response. “I like to help people.”

There was a pause. Then:

“Fuck that. You first, I’m easy.”

With that, Ashton flipped the two over, Orym sinking into the mattress with a noise of surprise. He looked up to yet another intense expression, hands suddenly held above his head and heat pooling further in his belly. 

“Question for you now.”

“Yeah?”

“Can I eat you out?”

“ Shit , yeah,” Orym managed to respond, feeling himself throb with the suggestion. Grinning wide once again, Ashton released Orym’s hands and reached for his pants instead, dragging them off in one fell swoop. They licked their lips. One of his hands reached around Orym’s leg, Ashton settling further down the bed in order to press a line of kisses up Orym’s inner thigh. They moved one leg over their shoulder, his other hand reaching up to caress over Orym’s chest as the focus of their attention grabbed at the sheets near his head in anticipation. Ashton asked another silent question of permission with hooded eyes. 

“ Please ,” was the answer. 

“ Fuuuck , I’m gonna devour you,” he said, and dove right in. 

There was no warning before Ashton kissed the very top of Orym’s cunt, holding open his thighs. They kissed a line down his slit, teasing and light, Orym’s hips twitching a bit as they nosed around. Another kiss, this time focused around his clit, had Orym gasping. The hand on his chest moved to squeeze at the right side. Ashton licked a long, wet, cold stripe back up, causing Orym to squirm a bit. The slide of his tongue, smooth like a rock at the beach, felt so good against the body underneath them. Ashton licked another stripe, seemingly for Orym’s reaction, however it was obvious they were having just as good of a time from the deep moan they gave. The halfling shivered, vibrations so close to where he needed them. He tried to shift his hips forward, to trap the feeling around his clit, but Ashton’s hand held strong. It seemed he was entirely at their mercy. He whined, a little desperate, and Ashton seemed to understand.

His attention turned to Orym’s core, the genasi lapping at it before sealing his lips around the protrusion and sucking gently. Orym made a selection of quiet, pleased noises. He felt Ashton grin against him, sweeping over the other side of his chest with a rough hand. Their tongue swirling against Orym’s clit earned them a proper moan, pleasure fizzling with every lick and nudge. The hand massaging his tits drifted its way down the slope of Orym’s stomach, following his leg over Ashton’s shoulder. Orym let his head roll to the side with the still-cold swipe of their tongue up the entire length of him once again. Damn it felt nice. Orym must have said so out loud, based off the louder and deeper noise Ashton made, this time right over where Orym wanted it. He sucked harder on Orym’s clit. 

“Uhhhnnn, Ashton, god…”

Orym’s hands twisted the sheets in his grip, unable to track where Ashton’s free hand had wandered off to. One still held his hips firm, subduing the various attempts to grind against their face. Ashton dragged their tongue against him, Orym sucking in a deep breath as the fingers of their other hand came into contact with his hole. Ah, that’s where it went . By now, he was dripping, body excited and loosened by the actions of the evening so far. An experimental dip inside with Ashton’s ring finger proved to be an easy slide, making both parties moan. His finger continued, up to his second knuckle. Orym arched off the bed in need, one of his hands fluttering around Ashton’s crystalline head. The finger slipped in and out a couple times before they pulled off and out to take a breather. Orym tired to catch his breath as well, but failed miserably as he watched Ashton suck the slick off his fingers. They moaned again. 

“Holy hell you’re so fucking good,” they mumbled around their thumb. Orym groaned. “You doin’ okay, pipsqueak?”

“I-” Orym had to take another deep breath. “-am fucking fantastic. You’re not even a foot and a half taller than me.”

Ashton shrugged, unbothered. “Still counts.”

Orym rolled his eyes. “Okay, Mx. Taller-Than-Life, you gonna keep eating me out or are we switching?”

“Oh, fuck no, I wanna know what your cum tastes like.”

And just like that, his mouth was back on Orym’s clit, his finger pushing all the way in his partner’s cunt. Orym was left reeling with the drastic switch in pace, their words swirling in his head. Good god, he was in a little deep here, wasn’t he? Well…, he wasn’t the only one. Ashton’s finger was getting at one spot in particular that made Orym feel as though electricity was pulsing through his veins with every push and pull. He forced himself to relax, mind lurking on the way their tongue started on a treacherous path further down. Ashton’s thumb took over rubbing circles into Orym’s clit, firm and unwavering. He was going to fucking explode if they kept at it. Orym lost control of his hips, bucking up past Ashton’s strength, biting his lip to stop a shout. 

“Uh-uh, wanna hear you,” they said against him, bringing their finger inside him to a halt. Orym whimpered rather pathetically. “Yeah, just like that.”

Orym squeezed around their hand, trying to get it in motion again, but Ashton had other plans. Instead of the rapidly increasing pistoning Orym was growing to very much enjoy, Ashton’s finger began to stretch outward. He gave some wet kisses to the entrance where his finger disappeared in to, thumb still circling in a vicious cycle. A gush of slick dripped into their hand, and he chased it with his tongue. Orym cried out, shaking a bit at the slide of them near his hole. When they seemed satisfied with the stretch, the finger slipped out entirely. Orym huffed and bucked his hips again. 

“Ashton, please , hnnn , so empty,” he keened. He’d be embarrassed at the words coming of his mouth under normal circumstance, but there was currently only one fucking thing keeping Orym from soaring in pleasure, and it was Ashton’s god damn finger-

It was in this second they chose to plunge their tongue as far as they could reach up Orym’s cunt. He saw stars. And then he sprouted wings. 

“AHH! UHHHhhh hhhhnnnn , uh, Ashhhhhh, nnnnnngh… ”

This was probably the loudest Orym had ever been that he could remember, but it was definitely warranted. Jolt after jolt of nearly-painful pleasure wracked through his body, all-consuming. Ho-ly shit did it feel good . He got lost in the sensation, letting go into the velvety feeling of deep satisfaction. It was a bit before he could surface back into complete consciousness again. When he did, however, he was met with eyes almost blackened with wonder and arousal. Disbelief in there too for some reason. Orym blinked slowly to gather his thoughts. 

“W-hat?”

Ashton let out a rather hysterical burst of a laugh. It looked almost as though he was shaking with the effort of holding himself up. Orym’s eyebrows knitted together in a sleepy kind of concern. 

“I-, y-you…, uh…,” stuttered out of their mouth. There was clear-headed worry forming in Orym’s eyes. Ashton must’ve noticed. He swallowed and tried again, never losing the desire that was practically oozing out of their eyes. 

“F-uuck, you’re just so…, mmm.” His eyes closed in concentration. “N-need your hands…”

“Yeah, okay, let’s…”

Orym moved to sit up, ignoring the wet feeling of the sheets below him. His partner moved with him, crowding into his face a bit, staring some more with those pitch black eyes. A moment of stillness hung in the air between the two of them. Ashton was centimeters from Orym, panting slightly, and the urge to close the distance was getting overwhelming. They didn’t seem to be all that in favor of making out last time, but maybe that was more the circumstance… Orym blinked, regaining his thoughts, and set about fulfilling his side of the bargain here. Daydreaming about kissing Ashton until he couldn’t breathe could wait. 

“How do you want me to help you?” he whispered, not closing the distance but not widening it either. Ashton shook his head, maybe one too many times than was necessary. 

“-nything,” they replied, voice strung out and higher than usual. Lot of options there, but Orym figured he should stick to what he knew.

“Here, pants off?”

Ashton leaned back on shaking legs to shuck the aforementioned clothes off, nearly toppling in his efforts. Orym reached to steady them, then to coax them back into his space. 

“Sit on my lap?” They complied without hesitation and dipped their head to rest in the crook of Orym’s neck. He felt a shuddering breath there as the two shifted around to get comfortable. “You’re pretty like this.” 

Ashton scoffed. His arms curled around Orym’s shoulders, still jittery. Orym put his own hands on either side of them, careful not to hit their scars directly just yet. He brought light kisses to their collarbones, caressed their side in sweeping motions. All the while Ashton continued to shiver. He made a quiet noise, though Orym couldn’t tell what emotion it carried. Their hips rocked aimlessly, and yeah, Orym had better get a move on. He deciding against being any more of a tease and reached to drag his fingers through their cunt, immediately getting a heady groan. The arms around him tightened. 

“Shit, Ash, you’re so wet…”

Orym continued to pet at them, fingers sliding without any resistance at all. Rubbing at Ashton’s clit was almost a chore because of all the slick. A decent-sized glob hit Orym’s stomach, and he gasped a bit despite himself. No way was there enough friction down there for his fingers to be anything more than pleasant. He wasn’t nearly this wet last time they had done this, was he? Orym couldn’t remember much, what with how tired he was that night, but this didn’t seem standard. Ashton was downright sopping. 

“C-c’moooon, please Orym, need i-it,” they whined in his ear. Definitely not enough friction. 

“Trying, but - Ashton, you’re dripping , what…?” Orym didn’t really know how to finish the question. Luckily for him, Ashton knew the answer anyway. 

“Already c-c-came…”

Nothing could stop the drop of Orym’s jaw at that. A wave of arousal hit him like a truck, despite being done for the night. Ashton had to have gotten himself off while Orym was busy being overwhelmed by their absolutely fantastic head, but…, shit, he had to have been fast. Were they really that in control of their own body, or - actually, what if…?

“Ashton, did you cum just from watching me?” 

They nodded, whimpering. Orym had to take a moment, gaping at the reality before him. Holy fucking shit. Holy. Fucking . Shit. 

“That’s - Ash, fuck, you’re so good,” he moaned after a solid couple seconds. Lord above. Ashton was gonna kill him. Orym again attempted to pick up the pace, but there was just too much slick. His partner groaned, hips continuing to lilt without much gained. This position clearly wasn’t going to work. Luckily, Orym had an idea. 

“Ashton?” They grunted non-committedly. Orym lightly bit their ear to get their attention. 

“Hey, Ashton,” he tried again. The genasi swung his head up this time, listening. 

“Let’s try something different?”

They nodded and sat up, hands death-gripping into Orym’s shoulders. 

“On your back then,” said Orym. He had intended it as a suggestion, but the way it came out was much more commanding. He winced internally, not sure how they would react, but Ashton either didn’t pick up on it in his desperate state or didn’t seem to mind. They obeyed immediately, rolling to one side. Orym moved with him, settling himself between their legs. He placed a hand on Ashton’s thigh, caressing it with his thumb and watching their face for any discomfort. The expression he wore didn’t change. 

“Okay?” Orym asked, wanting to make 100% sure his actions were appreciated. Ashton’s face scrunched in frustration. 

“Just fucking do something!” he ground out. Orym nodded once for no one in particular and got a fucking move on. He gripped their thigh properly and began to lead it over his own, then swung his other leg on top of theirs, gave them one last look over, and sat on their lap. Ashton gasped, loud. Taking this as a good sign, Orym started to rock gently against him. Ashton figured the rest out. Their hands flew to Orym’s hips, pressing him further into their crotch and increasing the pace significantly. They let out a moan, tipping their head back against the pillows in satisfaction. This was much better. Ashton was slippery enough for an easy glide, but the whole of Orym’s weight on top of him had solved the friction problem. Orym let out a quieter moan despite himself - once a night was the most he usually got, but it sure felt good anyway. 

He placed his hands on Ashton’s chest, initially intending to use it as leverage to grind down harder and only remembering after a visible shiver how sensitive his scars were. They said something incomprehensible to Orym in a breathless voice and pressed him closer. Orym slid his palm along a series of scars on one side and grinned. 

“Uhh! Fuck me,” said Ashton, tightening his grip. They closed their eyes with another brush of Orym’s hand. 

“Yep, that’s what I’m doing.”

Ashton growled at him, and Orym laughed. He ran a thumb against the scar along the other side of their chest and hummed at the feeling of Ashton twitching underneath him. 

“More, c’mon, so close Orym…,” he moaned, breath labored and fast. Orym shushed them and leaned down to give the center of their chest a kiss. 

“It’s alright, I gotcha,” he said, bringing kisses to their scars. Ashton cursed profusely. Orym’s unoccupied hand fit snug against the other gilded line, bumped and jolted with the movement of their bodies. Butterfly kisses on scars made their hips stutter. Orym dragged his tongue along them and enjoyed the noises Ashton made because of it. His thumb pushed into the middle of the other side. They whined, so Orym repeated the action. Ashton cried out wantonly. He bucked up and nearly tossed Orym across the room. Huffing out a small laugh once again, Orym retaliated by paring his thumb with a wet kiss to the other side. There was quiet, which really should’ve told him they were about to finish, but in the moment he figured Ashton simply needed more. Orym sucked on a part of the scar near the outside of Ashton’s chest and what was likely going to be an easy crest turned into a waterfall. 

“FuuUCK! AH, AHh, ah, ah, ahhhhh, ahhh-ha , Oryymmmm …”

Now that was an expression Orym was going to remember for the rest of his life. Ashton’s face was flush, dark green. Their mouth opened wide, slight noises spilling out with every exhale. Brilliant colors spewed from the glass patch in his head, vibrant but not bright, and the effect made the rest of him glint with reds and yellows and greens. His hands around his partner’s waist gripped hard enough to bruise. Orym, a mere spectator, was entranced. A long groan fell from their lips as they came down, eyes still closed against the dying light show. He looked more beautiful than almost anything Orym had seen in that one moment; almost, because there was absolutely no topping Will’s expression on wedding day. Ashton wore a great many faces, several of which Orym had already gotten to document, but their current bliss was so vastly different from the hard lines of battle-ready rage, or the quirks of a sarcastic comment. This was certainly something to hold special, despite how fleeting of a moment it was.  

Orym was all set to ease them out of it slow, sitting up from his stooped position, hips only rolling for the sake of aftershocks, when Ashton snatched his arm and physically pulled him back down. Fleeting, indeed. 

“Don’t stop,” they panted. Right, this was a multiple-in-a-row affair. Orym put his rose-tinted glasses away again. There was business to attend to. 

“I won’t,” he promised, and Ashton let go of his hand. Continuing to rut together was quickly losing its charm as Orym began to feel sore, so he switched to a different tactic. Before his partner could react, Orym pushed himself off of the mounted position and shuffled further down the bed. Ashton grabbed at air. 

“Don’t stop!” he gasped. 

“I’m not, I’m not, it’s alright,” Orym quickly tried to appease them, and dipped his head to lap the cum off of their labia to prove it. 

“ Fuck!” 

Whatever Orym was expecting, it certainly wasn’t the instant surge into action Ashton jumped on as though he hadn’t just came, hard. Their thighs squeezed in around Orym’s head, jumbled phrases pouring out of his mouth. One hand reached down to rest not-so-gently in Orym’s hair. Well, if Ashton needed it that bad, then Orym would deliver. He tracked his tongue over the whole of them a couple times to find their clit and felt their thighs clench around his head. Orym put a hand on one, rubbing it comfortingly, and they eased up a bit. With more wiggle room at his disposal, Orym moved his other hand to massage their core. Ashton yelped, likely overstimulated. Orym winced. This was supposed to feel nice, not painful, so he started to pull away. 

“Ngh! No, s’good, don’t stop!” Ashton hissed in response. Never mind, then. Orym doubled down, cleaning the various bodily fluids from around Ashton’s hole. He shouted in now-recognizable pleasure. The hand in Orym’s hair began to tug lightly, probably a subconscious reaction. Normally this was a little much for him, but Orym would be a dirty liar if he didn’t admit how nice the scratch of Ashton’s skin against his scalp felt. He suckled the outside of their entrance to show his appreciation. Ashton’s reaction was so strong Orym almost thought he had cum a third time. 

“HAH, GOD! FUCK fuckfuckfuck, so good …”

He shook around Orym violently, one hand clutching the blanket beneath him as though their life depended on it and the other pulling Orym closer by his hair. Orym groaned, and Ashton, sensitive as they were, groaned with him. Their clit throbbed under Orym’s fingers, so after one last drawn-out suck he placed his mouth there instead. It didn’t take much longer. A series of kitten licks and softly sucking around the small bean had Ashton screaming, and for a minute Orym was worried that he had hurt them. He looked up in concern and found them in ecstasy. His body jolted, hand and subsequent jewelry there digging into the crown of Orym’s head and tangling in his short hair. They shone, literally, and Orym couldn’t resist dappling kisses to their stomach. Ashton gasped, and panted, and at one point gurgled a bit, and eventually pulled himself out of the high that Orym had just been acquainted with. 

As they came down, Orym practically fell on top of their chest, snuggling up as though he belonged at their side. That had been a ride , in all senses of the term, and he was so bone tired he was almost asleep when Ashton whispered a semi-legible “fuuuuuuuuck”.

“You alright?” Orym whispered back. Ashton nodded with closed eyes, breathing into the space more evenly than he had all night. Orym put a daisy behind his ear. 

“You’re incredible ,” they sighed. 

“Speak for yourself,” Orym replied, resisting the urge to snuggle closer. His hand swept over their stomach briefly before Ashton snatched it again and brought it to his face. Orym rubbed at their cheek with his thumb. 

“Mmm…”

There were a few beats of soft silence. 

“The fuckin’ flowers got me. Didn’t expect that,” mumbled Ashton. Orym looked at them, confused. They pointed at the pillow beside the two of them with their chin, and Orym turned to see spare vines and violets scattered on it. He huffed a laugh, surprised.

“Oh, yeah. That kinda just…, happens. I haven’t done that in a while. They sprouted when I came, right?”

Ashton nodded. Orym hummed quietly and shifted back around to find himself suddenly surrounded by his partner. Emerald arms snaked around his upper body, bringing him in to their chest, resting their head on top of Orym’s. That felt good, too, in a much different way. It had been a while since Orym had been held in such a way. He sighed, extremely content. Ashton curled further in, again taking one of Orym’s hands and placing it on his face. They seemed not even five minutes from deep sleep, and after all that had happened their partner really could not blame them. Unfortunately, there was the issue of sleeping in general. As much as both of them found such comfort here, they went to sleep in a different room, in different beds. If either wanted to keep up the illusion, they had to sneak back in shortly. Opening his mouth to suggest getting up was the last possible thing Orym wanted to do, and yet:

“We need to go back soon, Ashton,” he spoke into their chest. They grumbled something that Orym didn’t catch. 

“Hmm?”

“Fuck that,” they sighed. “Wanna stay here.” 

“They’re gonna know, then,” Orym said. Ashton grumbled some more, something about the group fucking themselves with the sticks up their asses. Orym giggled. 

“If you want to be that blatant about this then you can be,” he replied. “But I’m gonna need to be a little less so.” 

He attempted to wiggled his way out from under Ashton’s arms, ultimately to no avail. The genasi held tight and nuzzled his nose into Orym’s hair. 

“Ashton…,” Orym sighed in exasperation. They mumbled what sounded like even more cussing, then let out a very disgruntled ‘ fine ’ and let go. 

The two begrudgingly cleaned up a bit (Orym insisting on turning out the sheets and bedding), dragged their clothes on, and shuffled back to the group’s original room. It appeared that everyone was still sound asleep, no one arousing suspicion under the halfling's watchful eyes. Orym scrubbed a hand over his face and went to get back to his regularly scheduled Fearne snuggles. On the way over, however, Ashton grabbed his other hand. 

“Hey,” they whispered shyly. “Stay? For a bit?”

Orym smiled slightly and nodded. ‘For a bit’ never actually panned out to be a bit, but that was alright. Fearne and the other ladies could dream without him for a night. The room settled once again, and it was in this exact moment, surrounded by Ashton and blankets, that Orym realized just how much of a personal problem this was already starting to become.