Dorian shifted, sighing as he dragged his eyes open to greet the darkness. Moonlight filtered over their camp through the clouds, not nearly enough light to see anything. Not at first. Soft, muffled sounds briefly drew his attention a short distance off. But as his eyes adjusted, he realized the nearby bedroll was empty. Vaxus' bedroll. Dorian squinted as he looked from the empty spot up toward the sound. As quietly as he could, Dorian rose from his spot and crept forward toward the sound. He kept out of the light as much as possible while also trying to watch his step.
After a few long, arduous seconds, Dorian could clearly see the source of the noise. It was, indeed, the missing Inquisitor. What Vaxus was doing, however, was far from what Dorian expected of him. The sounds hinted at it, of course, but of all people… Dorian shook his head in his disbelief.
He stared, unable to peel his eyes away from the warrior. The muscles that rippled just below the surface as he jerked his arm up and down. The slight curve in his back as he leaned against the small stone. Dorian licked his lips as his eyes traveled lower, skimming across Vaxus appreciatively and eventually landing on his cock.
Dorian shifted, pulling at the growing strain against his breeches as he watched. He crouched down, hoping to stay out of sight as he watched. His breath was slow, ragged as his eyes glued themselves to the warrior. The one he could be 'helping' if he'd not been so foolish.
Vaxus went on, unaware of his audience. His pace was uneven. Hurried and yet still taking his time. A combination Dorian found greatly alluring.
In a flash, Dorian squeezed his eyes shut, biting on his lip to prevent his mental cursing from slipping out. He had walked away from this, turned Vaxus down and told him it was all for the best. Dorian cracked one eye open, unable to resist the temptation. He stifled a groan, certain he had just heard Vaxus whisper his name.
Vaxus shifted his hips, leaning back further against the rock and tipping his head back. He worked his hand up and down his cock and a more steady pace now. Words were murmured under his heavy breaths, but only a few were uttered loud enough for Dorian to catch. A particularly loud grunt signaled Vaxus' climax, his body melting against the earth as he road out the orgasm. His hand slowed until he stilled, rocking his head back forward to look at the cum across his stomach.
The warrior sat still for a few silent moments. He then rose up slowly, moving back in the direction of the camp. Dorian nearly tipped backward in his awkward scramble to get back to his bedroll. He stifled a groan as he shimmied under the blankets and pretended to be asleep. Trying, with great difficulty, to stop picturing himself helping Vaxus clean up. To stop letting his mind wander and torment him with all the images of what he'd given up in the name of doing "the right thing."