Page 19 of Awariye

He gave a tiny huff and shook his head as if to say, “What am I going to do with you?” Then he cupped my cheek and planted a smooch in the middle of my forehead, but that wasn't nearly enough.

Clenching my fist in the fabric of his shirt, I pulled on him, wanting him closer, his tongue in my mouth. Igor glanced down at my fist and huffed a little laugh again, his breath puffing and blowing my bangs from my forehead.

"Igor, please," I begged, moistening my lips with the tip of my tongue. "Will you kiss me? Do you want to?"

His gaze frozen on my wet lips, he swallowed and seemed to shake himself, struggling to find his words. "Ja. I have wanted to kiss you since I first saw you and you told me you are gay. I was filled with worry, but now that you're getting healthier, I've been wanting to kiss you all the time. You said you would embrace me—I want that, if you still do."

I couldn't take it anymore. I surged up and pressed my lips to his, whimpering when Igor gasped and then reacted, kissing me back. Grabbing his unbandaged shoulder, I pulled him down and pushed my tongue into his mouth.

Igor growled and it vibrated through every part of me.

"Let me suck you off," I begged, wriggling out from underneath him and sliding off the bed and onto the floor.

"Wh-what?" Igor stammered, even as he scooted to the edge of the bed and spread his legs so I could kneel between his knees.

At my bidding, Igor rucked his shirt off, revealing toned abs which he clenched to lift his hips so I could pull his pants and underwear down and off.

The guard dog sniffed from the doorway when I tossed Igor's clothes on the floor, but she otherwise left us alone.

I nuzzled my cheek against his shaft, closing my eyes with pleasure at the heat of him. His ball sack was large and hung heavy in my hand as I cupped it, massaging his balls gently while stabilizing him at the base with my other hand and kissing his head, swollen and leaking as his foreskin drew back.

Glancing up, I found Igor staring at me in open-mouthed awe. His eyes on me, I took him into my mouth as he sighed and whispered praises. Swirling my tongue over his tip, I then swallowed him down to the sound of his moans and met his gaze.

"Hmmm?" I hummed in question, vibrating the full length of him and causing Igor to swear to the heavens.

"Awariye, oh gods, you're good at this," he said with wonder.

I giggled with my mouth full and proceeded to blow him. Igor's cock was thick and massive. Sensitive as well, which had me very careful not to graze him with my teeth. He responded to everything I did, so I blew him with vigor. Judging by the warning pulses he was already giving, I would have to take the time to learn his likes and dislikes in more detail later.

Igor bucked his hips accidentally and then apologized, but the strength with which he’d flexed had me yearning to get fucked by him. His cock pulsed again as I bobbed up and down, slurping and sucking in my cheeks to envelop him. Igor stuttered out a warning that he was going to come soon, but I just hummed around him again to give him permission, wanting to taste his pleasure and swallow it all. The vibration shuddered through him, and he fell silent, just his panting filling the room, and I switched to blowing the head of his cock while pumping his slicked shaft with my fist.

"Awariye,ah, I'm going to,nnngh..."

He froze and shot in my mouth, splashing hot on my tongue. I lapped it up, drinking it all and relishing in the bitter taste of another man. And not just any man, but a strong warrior who had held me and protected me through fever and illness. My Igor.

He hissed from overstimulation and I released him carefully, sagging against his leg in a sudden wave of fatigue but still managing to rest my cheek against the inside of his thigh and gaze proudly at his spent cock.

I wasn't paying attention, my own drive at the moment neglected in favor of closing my eyes and considering a snooze, when suddenly an arm wrapped around my back and I was hauled onto the bed, giving an ungracious squawk in surprise.

"Danke," said Igor in thanks, grinning at me and smooching my lips.

"Bitte bitte," I replied with some snark. "That took it out of me."

"Blowjob, or nap?" he asked.

I barked a laugh. "First one, then the other."

I realized he'd one-arm dragged me up there, and carefully touched the bandaging over his other shoulder. "Don't strain yourself for me, Igor. I'm sorry you got hurt."

"I'm not sorry," he said frankly. "I was protecting Ulbrecht's back."

I pulled a breath in, then met his eyes.

"Good work, then," I said in full honesty. He nodded, and we shared a moment of recognizing the weight of what could have happened had Igor not been there to intercept.

Then Igor smirked and the heavy sentiment popped like a bubble. "Your turn."

We squirmed around, rearranging, and I let him toss a pillow under my hips. Igor grabbed a pouch of oil and settled between my legs on his belly, propped on his elbows. I splayed my legs out and asked him to both finger and blow me.