Page 41 of Awariye

"As long as you don't carry off Awariye," I replied.

The monks gave confused whimpers and looked around.

"Uli?" asked Wren. "We thought you were doing a third night in the tent."

"Nein, Schatz," replied Ulbrecht. "We were just briefing the men on protocol for the first night back home. Do you want us to leave you here, and we'll sleep elsewhere? I guess I could let this big hairy oaf into my bed just this once."

It took a moment to realize he was talking about me, then I couldn't hold back my giggles. "I'll sleep on the floor with the dogs."

"Not with that shoulder, you won't," he answered with affection.

Wren wriggled out of Awariye's embrace, scrubbing his eyes and disentangling himself from the blankets. "Sure, let's go—yeep!"

Before Wren could even scoot off the bed, Ulbrecht scooped him up and carried him off. As they neared the door, Wren wrapped his arms around our king and hummed happily. I too resonated with that happiness, so glad that the leader I looked up to was in love with a good man.

Once the door closed, I turned to find Awariye smiling at me dreamily.

"Hallo, Schatz," I said, sitting on the edge and rather than leaping into bed with him like I wanted. Our debrief had included being cognizant of the fact that our partners might want us to sleep in separate places for a while if they were worried about us having violent nightmares.

"Grüezi," said Awariye, overly formal and yet so sleepy, making me chuckle again. "Come to bed?"

"Ist das okay?" I asked for confirmation.

He nodded, pulling the blanket back and opening his arms.

Gently I slid under the covers and settled on my back, my shoulder not allowing me to sleep on it.

Awariye waited for me to get situated, then curled against my non-bandaged side, pillowing his head on my chest, his ear over my heart. "This okay?"

"Ja, Liebling," I told my beloved. "Gute Nacht."

"Goodnight," he answered. "Sleep well."

* * *

Though I could have slept longer, the sizzling sensation of Awariye lazily rubbing his hard cock against my thigh was enough to get my body interested in other ideas.

I tried to blink the sleep out of my eyes, since one arm was bandaged to my torso and the other one wrapped around a deliciously sinful bard.

"Mein Schatz, are you awake?" I whispered into the pre-dawn room.

He whimpered, again rutting that magnificent cock against me, driving me wild.

"Want to come up here," I suggested, "let me suck you off?"

That woke him. Dragging a hand across his eyes, he blearily sat up and shucked his shirt off, revealing the beautiful planes of his chest and the soft hair leading from his belly on down. Playfully I dipped a fingertip into his bellybutton. Awariye yipped and swatted me away with a smile.

"Komm hier," I beckoned him over, scooting up on the pillow.

Awariye wriggled out of the last of his clothes and crawled over to me. Carefully, he knelt by my head and I turned so I could worship him with my mouth while not jostling my shoulder. I wished he could straddle my chest and feed me his cock, but that would have to wait for another time.

His glorious dick was at the ready, the purple head peeking out from his foreskin and leaking. I lapped it up, delving the tip of my tongue into his slit as Awariye groaned and combed his fingers through my hair. From the slight bucking of his hips, I could tell he was really trying to hold himself back and not let loose. I wanted him to fuck me wild, but we'd have to do some workarounds until my injuries got better.

But I sure as hell was going to make my boyfriend come and drink him down.

Sliding back his foreskin gently, I blessed his crown with my lips, massaging and then swirling my tongue around. Awariye did a whisper-sigh that went straight to my balls, which prompted me to cup his and fondle them. I slid the flat of my tongue along his underside, from root to tip, then swallowed him till my nose touched his soft skin. Awariye gasped as I took in all of him, sucking in my cheeks to encase him tight. His cock pulsed on my tongue, and I slathered him everywhere I could reach, bobbing my head a couple of times before pulling off. "Do you want to fuck my face?"

Awariye's eyes were blown wide with lust and wonder. He gave the cutest little shake of his head, as if to clear his brain enough to think. But he had his own ideas. Reaching into the nightstand and tossing me the lubricant, he shucked my pants down and off, then climbed over me and blew me while I worked to stretch him open.