The long haired elf stared lovingly up at his small lover. They were currently naked after a prolonged sexual experience. Due to his disabilities, he let Orik pound into his tight ass as he lay on his side. Cum dripped from his bottom like a small waterfall. Erik would reach up and play with his pink tinted nipples. He was positioned between the dwarf's legs dangling over the side of the bed. His hands stroked the red beard taking out the tangles as he went. It was wiry, like his pubs. He liked it oh so much.
Erik's eyes were closed in pleasure and light moans escaped his lips. Touching a dwarf's beard was especially intimate. It was a way to symbolize their clan and status. To touch a beard was to touch his heart of hearts in dwarf culture. As an elf, he could not grow facial hair, so he admired the coarse hair of the dwarves.
Once the Orik's beard was combed through, Oromis began a complicated braid of three strands. His delicate hands brushed against the dwarf's nipples in a teasing manner as the braid hit his chest.
"My wife will never be able to please me the way you do." He said and patted Oromis's head.
"No doubt," The elf commented as he twirled the hair around his fingers. "But, elf unions do not last centuries. We can only enjoy what we have now."
He finished the braid and leaned forward to kiss the smaller man. Orik's tongue could do wonders. Oromis reached down and grasped his own cock. As they began touching tongues, he started teasing Orik by touching their dicks to each other. Pat Pat. It was an odd request, but Oromis had been around the block a time or two with furrier beasts.
Erik chuckled into the kiss and touched the ridge of Oromis's ear. He shivered. Ears were his touch on. As they patted each other with their dicks, Oromis suddenly felt dizzy and stopped the kiss.
"Do you need to lay down?" Erik asked in concern. He nodded and crawled onto the sheets and laid down on his side.
"Is it okay if we stop for now? I need to rest," Oromis hated his body for feeling so winded by a short burst of excitement. He clenched his fist.
"Only if we cuddle," Orik laid down behind Oromis and acted as the big spoon. Yes. This is what I want for now. Oromis closed his eyes and went to sleep in the arms of his little lover.