Ezreal had no trouble waking up at all. As he shifted around, waking himself up, he could feel Talon stir next to him. The assassin's eyes were cloudy with sleepiness as he dragged himself out of bed. It made sense. Assassin's moved under the cover of night. Even if he'd been following a different schedule for the past week, his body would have a difficult time adjusting to the new schedule.
Talon dressed slowly and deliberately. Ezreal watched him quietly. He was seeing all different sides of Talon on this trip, a side that enjoyed a quiet domestic life, a side that was a proper noble and diplomat. He wondered what other sides of Talon there were that he hadn't seen yet. Talon grimaced as he put the winter jacket he'd brought with him on. Ezreal could tell he hated how bulky and restrictive the garment was.
"We should head out if you're done gawking." Talon's voice cut through Ezreal's reverie. Ezreal jumped a little, feeling his cheeks get hot as he tried to avert his eyes from Talon. He shuffled out the door, trying to calm his racing heart as he did. The two made their way out of the dorm and out to where the Avarosan soldiers were waiting for them.
"We're taking you to the Noxian border. We've arranged for an escort back to Noxus Prime from there," One of the soldiers said, "You know how to ride a horse, right?" The soldier pointed to the horses they were preparing. Talon made an affirmative noise and Ezreal nodded quietly.
"Oh, thank goodness!" A deep jolly voice cut through the air. Talon and Ezreal both turned towards the voice and found Braum walking towards them. There was a bounce in the massive man's step that seemed so out of place, no matter how many times Ezreal had seen him. A few poros followed behind Braum and one sat perched on his shoulder as well, "Braum thought he had missed you, little explorer!" Braum laughed a big belly laugh and clapped Ezreal on the shoulder with a gentleness that Ezreal still thought was one of the true wonders of Runeterra.
"Oh? Why?" Ezreal said. Braum grinned and offered his arm out to Ezreal. The poro on his shoulder carefully bounded down his arm onto Ezreal's shoulder. Ezreal's face lit up for a moment, but then turned to one of confusion, "Wait, why are you giving me a poro?" Braum leaned down close enough that Ezreal could feel his big handlebar moustache tickling his cheek.
"Braum knows why you were here, little explorer. Consider it a gift from Braum," He said and pushed a small bag of supplies into Ezreal's arms. He leaned back up to his full height, towering over Ezreal. Ezreal suddenly felt embarrassed. He didn't know how Braum knew what his intentions were, but he wondered if Ashe was more aware of his intentions than she let on as well. Braum ruffled Ezreal's hair and grinned down at him before turning to leave, casting a short wave over his shoulder. Ezreal put the bag of supplies in his backpack and let his new poro companion decide whether it wanted to sit on his shoulder or ride in his backpack.
As they mounted their respective horses, Ezreal found himself wishing he could ride with Talon like all those romantic images in the movies and stuff. He knew Talon wouldn't approve of asking, though, so he settled himself onto his horse and followed behind the guard that was in front of them. As they moved out into the open tundra, the group picked up speed into a gallop. Ezreal was amazed, yet again, by the ease with which Talon adjusted to the speed. The more Ezreal saw of Talon the more he realised that Talon had all sorts of different training. He truly was a noble. The group slowed down to a slow trot to give the horses a break as they continued across the frozen ground.
It was very apparent that the guards had been instructed to keep a close eye on them as there was a guard on each side of them, something Ezreal had never personally experienced. He wondered if this was just how Noxians were treated everywhere and one look at Talon's nonchalant expression told him that it probably was. Not only did Talon look calm and completely in his element with such suspicion being cast upon him, but he also looked ready to fight if he had to and confident that he could easily take the four guards that were escorting them to the border.
As Ezreal continued to stare at Talon, he thought back to the conversation they'd had the day before. This was obviously not the time or the place to bring up what had been said, but he couldn't help but contemplate the situation deeply. Talon hadn't said anything, but Ezreal hadn't forgotten the small amount of affection he'd received. Talon never would have agreed to even cuddle at all, let alone reciprocated the affectionate feeling, until recently. Ezreal had no idea what it meant. If it was anyone else, he'd assume it meant Talon liked him a lot, but the stoic assassin was so hard to read and the things that Ezreal knew were meaningful to Talon were far more focused on pragmatism than sentimentality.
Talon's eyes flicked over to Ezreal and the assassin raised an eyebrow at the boy. Ezreal quickly averted his gaze, embarrassed to be caught staring, not that that was anything new. He knew that they had to talk about what had happened, whether or not they really wanted to. He knew Talon meant what he'd said. The assassin had never lied to him and there was no reason to believe that he'd start now. What needed to be figured out was what all those words meant to the assassin. What were the things he wanted to do?
Talon kept his eyes pointed forward for the most part. The assassin probably wanted to remain quiet and unassuming to keep out of trouble with the guards. The guards continued to eye Talon suspiciously as they rode through the tundra. Ezreal felt a little bad knowing that Talon was under such scrutiny because of him, but Talon didn't seem even remotely fazed by the nasty looks he was getting from the guards.
As Ezreal inspected Talon's equestrianism it became clear that the man was well trained in the sport. Ezreal would never have guessed the assassin had this skill, but as a noble and a military child, it was only natural that he'd been trained at some point. Still, Ezreal felt a tad inadequate watching the poise that Talon had on horseback, even at the speed with which they were travelling.
There was no way they would reach the border by nightfall. Ezreal knew as much and when the guards called to stop, he slowed his horse to stop. Talon stopped next to Ezreal and rolled his shoulders out. A small camp set up later and they were more than prepared to sleep. The guards were quietly discussing the shifts required to keep watch over their guests and Ezreal sat down next to Talon with some food that had been produced. Ezreal quietly played with his new furry friend, trying to get to know the little creature by hand-feeding it as he sat next to Talon.
"Do you get this kind of suspicion everywhere you go?" Ezreal said, looking up at Talon. The assassin glanced at him sideways and shrugged.
"Pretty much." Talon ate quietly. Ezreal had a lot of questions, but he knew pretty well that he should keep them to himself for now. Giving the guards more reason to suspect that Talon was up to no good was a terrible idea, especially since such suspicion would also draw that kind of attention to Ezreal as well since they were together.
Ezreal knew that Talon wouldn't reject his affections, but that the man was wary of the guards. Not without reason, there were definitely places on Runeterra where homosexuality was considered worthy of capital punishment, even the death penalty. Ezreal wasn't really sure what the laws were like in Freljord. It was even more confusing with the different tribes. So, Talon's hesitation was probably more than warranted.
After they ate, they were able to retire into the tent they'd set up. It was much colder out on the open tundra than it was inside the cave with nothing to protect them from the wind chill, but they still retired to separate sleeping bags instead of combining the two sleeping bags into one. Ezreal felt distinctly strange about sharing a space with Talon but not actually sharing the space with him. Still, he fell asleep just as quickly as always.
When Ezreal awoke, he blinked away the sleepiness a bit but remembered that he'd have to wake Talon since they weren't sleeping together. The assassin shot up to a sitting position as soon as Ezreal shifted in his sleeping bag. Talon looked around quickly, before realising the movement had just been Ezreal and relaxing a bit.
They continued on their journey. It was a much different journey when actively thinking about the transportation they were utilising. Talon didn't seem to be thinking too much about their journey, but Ezreal had to be pretty actively aware of what he was doing on horseback. It took them a few days to get back to the border, even on horseback, but they were more than able to make the trek, flanked by the Avarosan soldiers the whole way.
As they approached the Noxian border, Ezreal wondered who was going to meet them at the border to take them back to Noxus Prime. He didn't even know where the border was in relationship to them. Would they arrive in the merchants' bay from where they'd left? Ezreal wondered if Talon even knew where they were at this point.
After a long day of travel, a sea of carts came into view on the horizon. The merchants' bay was bustling just like they'd left it. As soon as the merchants' bay came into clear view, the soldiers picked up speed into a gallop. Talon followed suit and Ezreal fumbled trying to keep up as best he could with the skilled riders beside him.
As they rode into the merchants' bay, they were immediately greeted by Katarina and Darius who were standing the merchants' bay waiting for them. Talon dismounted his horse gracefully and walked over to Ezreal's horse. Ezreal swung his leg over the side of the horse and went to slide off the saddle, but he was both tired from the journey and also wildly off-balance from days of riding on horseback. He slid off the saddle clumsily and landed in Talon's arms. The assassin caught him effortlessly and placed him on the ground next to the horse.
The soldiers came to collect the horses, looking curiously at Talon as they did. Talon didn't even acknowledge the soldiers and made his way over to where Katarina was waiting for them. Ezreal tried to keep up with the assassin's strides. Katarina giggled watching Ezreal stumble behind Talon.
"Gods, Talon," Katarina said, amusement evident in her voice, "Who'd have thought the famed assassin, Talon du Couteau, would get caught in Freljord having a vacation with his little boyfriend?" She said with a grin that was leagues too wide for what she was saying.
"Oh, fuck off," Talon said. A flick of his wrist sent a small pin flying past her head. Katarina shook her head and clapped her hands together.
"No can do! Ashe sent me here to collect you and bring you back to Noxus Prime," She said, smiling happily, "Ezreal can kinda just go, though." She waved her hand dismissively. Ezreal pouted and latched himself onto Talon's arm. Talon tensed for a second but didn't remove Ezreal or move away from him, "Or… I guess he's coming with us," She said. Her eyes were laughing as she slowly turned away from the two, "Come now. I have places to go, people to kill."
Talon glanced down at Ezreal who looked back up at him with big puppy dog eyes. Talon pulled his arm away from Ezreal and put it around the blond's shoulders. They followed behind Katarina as they moved through the merchants' bay to the military portals. As they approached, the guards at the portals moved to let them through.
"Remember to relax your muscles and breathe deeply boys," Katarina sang as she stepped through the portal. Ezreal released Talon's arm and the assassin stepped through the portal as well. Ezreal followed as quickly as he could. He rematerialised in Noxus Prime on the military portal platform. Talon was waiting for him and he quickly reattached himself to Talon's arm.
"Well, you can fuck off now, right?" Talon said. Ezreal could hear the venom in Talon's voice as he spoke to his sister. Katarina laughed.
"Yes, yes. I'll leave you lovebirds to fucking now. Just, do it inside, all right?" She said as she walked away, waving over her shoulder. Katarina disappeared into the streets of Noxus Prime and Ezreal looked up at Talon again. The assassin carefully removed his arm from the blond and started peeling off the layers of jackets and clothing that he'd been wearing and stuffing them into his bag. Talon pulled a cloak out of his bag and glanced at it and then at Ezreal before throwing the garment at Ezreal.
"Here, you can lift this cloak too," Talon said sardonically. Ezreal felt his face get hot as he wrapped the cloak around his shoulders and fastened it with his military citizenship pin. Talon rolled his shoulders out a bit and started walking down the streets of Noxus Prime towards his house with Ezreal in tow, "You're staying the night, right?" Talon looked back at Ezreal. Ezreal nodded slowly. This wasn't the first time they'd walked through the streets of Noxus Prime with Ezreal protectively clad in one of Talon's cloaks. Ezreal watched Talon's back as they made their way through the city.
It was well into the night when they reached the small house that Talon owned. Ezreal could feel himself start to almost vibrate in excitement as Talon unlocked the door. The sparsely furnished living room was a welcome sight after living in a tent for more than a week. Ezreal immediately began to peel layers of clothing off and drop them on the floor. His poro immediately curled itself up in the pile of clothing. Talon turned to him and raised an eyebrow.
"Someone's very comfortable," Talon said, staring at the pile of clothes on the floor for a moment, before turning and walking further into the house, "I'm gonna shower then make dinner, yeah?" He said, not waiting for an answer as he closed the door. Ezreal picked up the poro and put him on the floor then picked his clothes up off the floor and shoved them messily into his bag. He took out some blankets and used them to make a makeshift pet bed for his poro on the floor and borrowed a few saucers to put the food Braum had left him with on and a little dish of water as well. He set his backpack by the door and relaxed onto the couch quietly, spacing out entirely. After some amount of time, a towel landed on his head.
"Oh, thanks," Ezreal smiled up at Talon, "A shower sounds lovely. Do you have a razor I can borrow?" Talon raised an eyebrow but nodded slowly.
"Just use the one in the shower…If you don't mind it being mine," Talon said as he started to work on making dinner. Ezreal got up and went into the bathroom to shower. As he stepped under the stream of warm water, he was reminded that he still had to have a rather serious discussion with Talon. He washed his body quickly, but carefully. He picked up the razor that was on the soap dish.
Ezreal had never been one to grow much facial hair, it'd been pretty convenient for someone who was on the move so often. He had a mild appreciation for Talon's dedication to staying clean-shaven as well. He didn't travel with others often, but he'd never seen someone actually take a shave stick with them before going with Talon. He'd not noticed it on their first expedition, but it only really made sense that the assassin was keeping up with it.
Still, he quickly ran the razor over his face. More pressing than his facial hair was… other hair on his body. He waffled around the issue for a moment in his head before he settled on just using the razor despite it not being his own. Talon had said to use it and he could just replace it anyway. He knew he was just trying as hard as he could to ease his own anxiety about the impending conversation and it wasn't working at all.
He finished up his grooming and got out of the shower. He wrapped the towel Talon had given him around his shoulders. A pair of boxers and a t-shirt had been left on the counter for him. He slipped the clothes on as best he could. The boxers hung loosely off his hips, barely staying on his smaller frame. The shirt hung down his thighs loosely and the hem of the boxers peeked out from under the shirt. He caught a glance of himself in the mirror and could see himself blushing as it sank in that he was dressed in Talon's clothes.
Ezreal shuffled out back into the living room all the while trying to calm his racing heart. Talon was still cooking when Ezreal sat down on the couch. Talon's eyes flicked over for a moment before returning to their task.
"Sorry, there wasn't a whole lot of options," Talon said as he finished up cooking. Ezreal grinned as a plate of food was set in front of him. He wasted no time at all beginning to inhale the food. Talon sat next to him and began to eat as well, though in a much more poised manner. Ezreal was done with his food in a matter of minutes and sat watching Talon eat. Talon looked at Ezreal's empty plate with a sort of smug disgust at how quickly the blond ate. Ezreal sat drowning in his own anxiety in anticipation of what he was going to say when Talon finished eating.
"What are the things you said you wanted to do with me?" Ezreal immediately covered his mouth, having meant to wait for Talon to finish eating. The assassin's countenance didn't even crack a little and he shrugged apathetically.
"I suppose they'd be waxing romantic," Talon said, carefully choosing his words and probably being purposefully a bit vague. Ezreal nodded slowly, trying to urge Talon to keep talking, "What else do you want me to say?"
"What kind of waxing romantic things?" Ezreal said. Talon grimaced, clearly trying to avoid the question as best he could. Ezreal leaned in closer, looking up at Talon, batting his eyelashes and doing his best to look adorable.
"I…" Talon grumbled, clearly frustrated. Ezreal continued to stare at him, silently prodding him forward to answer, "I wanted to try being in a relationship… with you… if you wanted," Talon muttered, wiping his nose with his finger, even though his nose wasn't running. Ezreal threw his arms around the assassin and hugged him tightly.
"Yes! Of course, yes! I want to!" Ezreal said. His grin was so wide it could basically be heard. Talon tentatively hugged the blond back. He was still every bit as unused to affection as he was before, but he was clearly trying his best.
Talon awkwardly patted Ezreal on the back and Ezreal released him. Ezreal could feel himself smiling like a complete moron but he didn't want to stop nor would he even make the slightest of efforts. Talon didn't emote nearly as strongly as Ezreal, but he definitely looked relieved to have had this talk go so smoothly.
"So… is that… all?" Talon didn't sound confused, but he did sound cautious. Ezreal nodded and scooted over to snuggle up against Talon's shoulder happily.
"Yep! I'm your boyfriend now!" Ezreal's heart fluttered up into his skull as he said the word 'boyfriend', "And you're my boyfriend!" Ezreal once again felt his heart do a somersault as the 'boyfriend' word left his mouth again. Ezreal latched onto Talon's arm and looked up at the assassin, still grinning so hard that it was starting to hurt. As soon as they locked eyes, Ezreal jumped up and captured Talon's lips aggressively. Talon leaned back and grabbed Ezreal's wrist. He pulled the blond into his lap.
Ezreal draped his arms over Talon's shoulders lazily. Talon's hands immediately found their way to Ezreal's ass. The assassin tenderly gripped the blond's rear. Ezreal could feel Talon's body heat through the thin fabric of the pair of boxer's he'd been so graciously lent. Talon nibbled on Ezreal's bottom lip lightly. The blond whimpered, pressing his body against the assassin's torso. Talon gently tugged on the boxers Ezreal was wearing and they slid down the boy's thighs. Ezreal shivered as the cool air touched his skin. Talon's fingers softly kneaded the blond's soft skin.
"Talon…" Ezreal's voice was breathy and soft. He shifted in the assassin's lap. His body was starting to respond to the affection he was receiving. Each little touch sent little waves of arousal through his body. Talon's hands moved from his rear to his back. The assassin massaged the boy's back. The affection had Ezreal squirming around in arousal. He was already hard and he could see his erection showing in his peripheral vision despite the long t-shirt he was wearing.
Talon wrapped one arm around Ezreal waist and grabbed the back of the boy's head with his other hand. He very carefully tilted Ezreal's head back, exposing the explorer's neck. The assassin softly kissed the explorer's neck moving down the blond's body to his collarbone. Ezreal whimpered as Talon continued to lavish affection onto his body. The sweet feeling of Talon's lips on his skin left him shivering with arousal.
Slowly, Talon transitioned from soft kisses to gently suckling and nibbling at Ezreal's skin. Ezreal's fingers twisted themselves into Talon's shirt, gripping the fabric like a lifeline as the assassin continued to tease him slowly. Talon moved the arm around Ezreal's waist down to the blond's thigh. His hand slipped under the hem of the t-shirt and stroked the boy's inner thigh. Ezreal squirmed around in Talon's lap as Talon's fingers climbed closer and closer to his crotch. Soft moans escaped his mouth as Talon ran a finger up the underside of his cock.
"H-Hey," Ezreal muttered, "That's cheating…" Talon lightly stroked Ezreal's erection, continuing to suck and nibble on his neck as well. Ezreal's hips twitched as Talon stimulated him. His moans were getting louder as he was teased.
"You don't have to hold back. No one can hear you," Talon said. Talon rubbed circles over Ezreal's urethra with his thumb, slicking the precum dripping out of the blond's cock over the organ. Ezreal's breath was coming in short gasps as Talon continued to tease him. Ezreal whimpered, bucking his hips up into Talon's hand. Talon held the blond's head in place as he continued to toy with him gently. Ezreal breathing became heavier as Talon played with his body. A soft, pleased sigh rumbled through Talon's chest. The assassin moved from the blond's neck down his shoulder, to his collarbone. Ezreal twitched and squirmed as Talon's fingers dexterously worked the blond's cock.
"Talon…" Ezreal moaned, "Mm, it's so good." He let his eyes slip closed as he allowed himself to drown in the assassin's touch. Talon pumped his cock, holding him still by the back of his head as he pleasured the blond. Ezreal trembled with arousal as Talon played with his body. Soft, breathy moans escaped his lips as his hips twitched against Talon's movements. Talon's fingers skillfully worked Ezreal's body sending waves of pleasure through his body.
"You were waiting for this. Weren't you?" Talon said softly. The assassin released Ezreal's head so he could lightly scrape his fingernails against the skin at the back of Ezreal's neck. Ezreal could feel his heart racing as Talon's fingers explored his skin. The rough skin of Talon's fingers provided a pleasing sensation on the soft skin. Ezreal squirmed in Talon's lap as the assassin caressed the nape of his neck.
"I was…" Ezreal moaned, "Ever since we left Freljord." Every little touch from Talon was like a tiny flame on his skin, setting his heart and mind alight. Ezreal shivered as Talon's fingers moved under the fabric of his borrowed shirt, the contact was gentle, loving, reverent as the assassin's fingers pored over every inch of his body.
"Tell me what you want," Talon said. His golden eyes sparkled as they searched Ezreal's blue ones for an unconscious answer. Ezreal's body burned with desire as the Noxian stimulated his cock.
"I want you to make love to me," Ezreal whispered. His heartbeat sped up even more. Ezreal felt like the organ might physically jump out of his chest and up through his throat. He felt Talon hesitate and he was about to try and backtrack his statement when the brunette pulled his hips forward and held the blond tightly against his body. Without a word, the assassin kissed Ezreal deeply in a way that Ezreal was not used to receiving from the Noxian.
Talon cupped Ezreal's face with his hands. His lips moulded to Ezreal's with a gentleness that hadn't been very present in their previous encounters. A soft feeling of warmth came with this kiss. It wasn't urgent or demanding, yet it commanded Ezreal's entire psyche. Ezreal let his hands hang lazily around Talon's neck. His fingers played with Talon's long hair as they had so many times before, but like many things, it was different this time. The explorer couldn't quite put his finger on it, but the encounter had a certain je ne sais quoi.
Talon's tongue cautiously swiped across Ezreal's lips, patiently and eagerly waiting for the blond's lips to part ever so slightly before slipping between them. The assassin probed Ezreal's mouth slowly, carefully, in a way that felt almost virginal by comparison to how he normally ravished the explorer's mouth. Ezreal let the Noxian explorer his mouth for a moment before gently pushing back. To his surprise, Talon allowed Ezreal's tongue into his mouth without any real fight. The assassin's tongue swirled around Ezreal's as the blond mapped out every crevice in Talon's mouth slowly.
They sat together, enthralled in their own little pocket universe of pleasure as they continued to kiss slowly and gently. Ezreal felt warm all over as Talon continued to hold him close and kiss him lovingly. After a moment, they broke for air. Ezreal rested his forehead against Talon's, closing his eyes to process all of the things that had happened and were happening. Talon stroked Ezreal's cheek lovingly with his thumb.
"Is this real?" Ezreal thought aloud, "Am I dreaming?" Ezreal unconsciously gripped Talon's shirt as he spoke. His voice shook just a little, betraying how nervous he felt, "Am I going to have to wake up from this dream?" Ezreal bit his lip nervously.
"This is reality, Ezreal," Talon said. The disbelief was apparent in his voice as he spoke, "Our reality," He said, tracing the edge of Ezreal's jaw with his fingertips. The assassin's fingers moved over Ezreal's lips, taking in the shape of blond's mouth as he smiled softly. Talon had never been — and likely would never be — the most sentimental person, but the assassin's words struck deep into Ezreal's heart. The words made his heart flutter and his cock twitch. He shuddered and opened his eyes slowly, looking deep into Talon's eyes with a desperate, pleading look.
"Talon, show me how much you like me," Ezreal said, "Make love to me, please," His voice was airy and fragile as he begged the assassin for the sexual affection he craved. Talon let out a pleased hum and gently cradled the blond in his arms as he laid him down on his back on the couch. Talon slipped his shirt off and let it fall on the floor next to the couch. Ezreal could feel himself begin to salivate as he looked up at Talon's lean, but defined figure. He reached up and ran his palms over Talon's chest and down over the man's abs. The blond subconsciously licked his lips as his hand went up Talon's arms and onto his back, learning the contour of every muscle by heart.
"Scratch me," Talon whispered as Ezreal's hands traced the muscles of his back. Ezreal complied, lightly dragging his nails across Talon's skin just as the assassin had done to him. Talon let out a soft gasp and leaned down to kiss Ezreal. Ezreal could feel Talon's erection through the loose cotton pants Talon was wearing. The blond whimpered leaning back into the pillows on the couch. Talon reached down with one hand and pulled his cock out of his fly, "Did you want to do it here or the bedroom?" Talon said.
"Here," Ezreal said, "I can't wait…" Talon leaned back on his heels and reached over to the coffee table to grab a bottle of lube.
"I had a feeling grabbing this after I showered was in my best interest," He said sardonically. Ezreal looked away, embarrassed. He heard the sound of the cap opening and glanced over, bashfully. Talon stared down at him with a smirk. The man's fingers were coated with the slippery liquid. Gently, almost delicately, Talon pushed a finger into Ezreal. It had been a while, so there was some resistance from Ezreal's body. The assassin moved his finger around, trying to loosen the blond up just a little. Ezreal whined impatiently and Talon shushed him, "Calm the fuck down. I don't want to hurt you." Talon carefully added a second finger. He scissored his fingers apart, doing his best to stretch Ezreal out so the blond wouldn't feel too much pain. Ezreal moaned softly, arching his back into Talon's touch and bearing down on the assassin's fingers.
"I want you so bad," Ezreal moaned. The blond bucked his hips against Talon's hand, seeking more of the brunette's touch. There was a lascivious spark in Talon's eyes as he massaged Ezreal's prostate. The blond twitched and spasmed, little breathy moans escaping his lips as Talon fingered him. Ezreal's vision was blurring in and out of focus as Talon continued to pump his fingers in and out of Ezreal. The explorer couldn't contain his voice as the assassin pushed a third finger into him, "You're so mean… making me wait…" Ezreal's mouth hung slightly open as Talon continued to stretch his anus out. The explorer's hand absently stroked his own cock. The organ dripped precum onto his stomach as he masturbated in time with Talon's fingers.
Satisfied with his work, Talon pulled his fingers out of Ezreal. The blond whined needily, pouting. His body felt empty without Talon inside it in some way. He wasn't paying too much attention until Talon very gently pressed into him. Ezreal grimaced at the flash of pain that shot through his body. The explorer's body resisted the intrusion at first but loosened up very quickly. Talon put his hands on either side of Ezreal's head. The assassin leaned down and kissed the blond tenderly. Slowly, Talon started to move his hips.
The sex was markedly different than any sex they'd had prior. Ezreal was used to the wild, aggressive, feverish encounters he'd come to associate with Talon. This was unlike any experience the explorer had had with the assassin. The movements were slow, deliberate, and innocent. Talon kept Ezreal locked in a sweet, almost chaste kiss as he pumped into the explorer.
Talon broke away from the kiss to gaze down into Ezreal's eyes. As Ezreal stared up at Talon, he realised that the assassin's eyes were full of reverence and adoration. Ezreal could feel himself blushing bashfully as Talon stared down at him. He wasn't used to this kind of emotional affection during sex with the Noxian.
"You are so beautiful." The words were barely a whisper. Ezreal's breath caught in his throat. Talon looked embarrassed, clearly unused to giving verbal affection.
"I love you too," Ezreal said. He reached up and touched Talon's cheek tentatively. Talon tensed at first but leaned into the blond's touch. Ezreal lightly stroked Talon's cheek, smiling up at the assassin. The soft, gentle friction inside him sent a sweet, pleasant feeling through his body. Talon leaned back down and capture Ezreal's lips again. Every thrust pressed up against Ezreal's prostate. Little squeals of pleasure left Ezreal's mouth with each stroke.
Ezreal's lips were pliable and soft as he kissed Talon lovingly. The explorer's tongue danced with Talon's. The assassin's kiss was tender and unlike the usual hungry making out they usually engaged in. The explorer enjoyed the gentle kisses Talon was giving him. His heart pounded in his chest as the assassin lavished affection on his lips. The taste of Talon's mouth was intoxicating, leaving Ezreal's heart fluttering into his throat as the brunette humped him slowly.
Talon broke away from Ezreal. The explorer let out a quiet whine, looking deep into Talon's golden eyes. The Noxian's eyes were clouded with indiscernible emotions. Ezreal couldn't parse what must have been going through the assassin's mind as he met the man's gaze. Talon leaned back down and delicately kissed Ezreal's neck. The blond squirmed under Talon's touch as the taller man kissed and licked the soft flesh of the explorer's neck. A splash of precum dripped down his stomach. Each thrust hit his prostate sending pleasure radiating through his body.
Talon moved back to kissing Ezreal's lips. The assassin's kiss was sweet and tame, modest even, as one hand slowly explored Ezreal's body. The long fingers traced over the shape of Ezreal's rib cage and down to the blond's hips. The assassin's hand found its way back up to Ezreal's shoulders and up to his hair. Talon buried his fingers in the thick blond hair, caressing the explorer's face with his thumb as his fingers played with the silky locks.
Ezreal's mind was consumed by the emotional ecstasy from the love that Talon was showing him. There was no mistaking the change in the way that the assassin was treating him. Talon was definitely not the romantic or sentimental type, but Ezreal could hear the unspoken words in the softhearted touch. The explorer ran his fingers through Talon's hair lovingly, sifting the long brown strands through his fingers.
Ezreal let his fingers drift across the assassin's muscular frame. Ezreal's fingers followed the curvature of Talon's deltoids. The Noxian's body looked and felt exactly as Ezreal would have thought of someone of that occupation. Talon shivered as Ezreal touched him, but he did not reject the affection. The assassin moaned softly against Ezreal's skin. The feeling of Talon's breath on his skin left Ezreal writhing with pleasure beneath the assassin.
"Love… you… " Ezreal moaned, arching his back into Talon's touch. Each stroke began to build up a little pressure in his lower abdomen, like a spring coiled inside his body. Talon recaptured Ezreal's lips. The vibration of their voices resonated through their bodies, uniting them in a way that they hadn't previously experienced. Ezreal wrapped his arms around Talon's neck, pulling the man closer still. The tense feeling in his abdomen was coming to an apex, "Talon… I'm cum — " He didn't even make it through the word before he dissolved into whimpery, soft moaning. His mind exploded with vibrant, colourful emotions. He clutched Talon as the orgasm radiated through his body.
Ezreal was only vaguely aware of the guttural moan that Talon let out when he came. The blond looked up at the assassin through the mess of sweaty hair in his eyes. As they locked eyes, Ezreal felt overwhelmed with emotion. He sniffled, his lip trembling as he started to tear up. A look of concern immediately crossed Talon's features.
"No, no, I'm okay," Ezreal said softly, wiping the tears from his eyes and smiling brightly, "I just feel so happy…" The explorer cupped Talon's face with his hands and pulled the assassin in for a soft kiss, "I'm so, so happy right now… I can't help it…" Talon rested his forehead against Ezreal's, the smallest of smiles tugged at the corner of his lips.
"You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen," Talon murmured, closing his eyes, "Thank you for being in my life."