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A Precious Thing

Alviss watched the man shiver in front of him, dripping water all over his bed. Slowly, Alviss peeled off his soaking clothes and placed them in a washing basket. He held a fluffy towel and with it he carefully dried Rolan's naked body off. Rolan continued to watch him, a ferocious tension in his watery red eyes. He was placed tenderly in bed, the warm soft blankets caressing every inch of his skin.

Alviss slowly took off his own sodden clothes, throwing them in a heap in the basket. He dried himself off, feeling a bit strange as he was conscious of Rolan's greedy eyes on his nude body. He wondered briefly about what he should do next; jump into bed with Rolan or get dressed. As he was about to do the latter, Rolan whimpered something. It struck him then. Rolan wanted to do 'those things' with him.

Alviss gulped and nervously slipped into bed next to Rolan. He had slept next to Rolan for a month, but now it felt different. The tension between them was almost unbearable. Alviss lay next to the teary-eyed man, and stroked his hair lovingly. Rolan closed his weary eyes. The systematic stroking was lulling him to sleep and calmed him thoroughly. He then realised the fact that they were both naked. He squealed softly and sidled over, his skin brushing against Alviss's. Alviss grabbed him and hugged him, gasping at the feel of skin on skin. It was much better than he anticipated. Rolan was moaning softly and was shuddering, his hidden length becoming harder against Alviss's inner thigh. This was uncomfortable and weird for both of them, but somehow arousing as well. Alviss planted a soft kiss on Rolan forehead, running his hand down Rolan's forehead, running his hand down Rolan's neck and stopping on his smooth upper back. He didn't know what to do from here on.

Now he regretted not knowing enough about sex. Never before had he cared about it, figuring he'd never do it himself. He had an idea how to do it with a girl (he lived with Nanashi for a few years) but had an even vaguer idea of how two guys were supposed to do it. He wished he had asked Nanashi before this happened; he didn't want to do it wrong and mortally injure Rolan... Maybe he should go ask now?

As he went to move, he realised that would be a bad idea. He decided just to experiment now and go all the way later.

He tentatively ran his hand down Rolan's spine, stopping whenever Rolan made a noise. "Your hands are cold," Rolan explained himself for his odd squeaking. "Keep going, it feels nice," he added when Alviss stopped.

"I don't want you getting uncomfortable."

"Why? Are you?"

"Sort of," Alviss replied ashamedly. Rolan cuddled closer into Alviss's warm body. They lay together, staring awkwardly into each other's eyes.

"Have you ever... touched yourself before?" Rolan asked softly, blushing. Alviss cleared his throat and shifted his weight, accidentally brushing his masculine parts against Rolan's hardness. Rolan gasped, little tremors of pleasure racing across his body.

"Sometimes... but not often," Alviss answered, trying to ignore his hardening cock. His eyes flickered to Rolan's intense stare and then travelled the length of the man's slim body. He wanted to see what they looked like together. He didn't know why such a perverted curiosity worthy of Nanashi himself had struck him; he just wanted to see Rolan's naked body.

He closed his eyes and tried to recall the image of the petite body. The skin would be pale and smooth. His chest and abdomen lean, with the slightest indication of a rib cage. Not a single hair would spoil the sight. But what did down there look like? Sure he had bathed and dressed the man before, but he had never really payed attention to those areas. He wasn't a perve.

He moved one hand down Rolan's back once more, exploring the feel of silken skin. With the other hand, he began to explore the front part of Rolan. He kept moving his hands, realising how good it felt to be able to touch someone in this way.

Rolan was practically dazed. Alviss's hands felt lovely as they touched every part of his body. The one time being vulnerable is nice, he thought, a goofy smile frozen on his face. "It's... nice..." he encouraged Alviss, an obscure longing arising in his chest. "Touch me... down there," he begged. Alviss realised how awkward it was to touch him while laying side by side. He sat up, moving over Rolan and repositioned himself on the other side of the man and knelt on his knees. From this perspective, Alviss could touch him easily. He complied with Rolan's begging, touching his sensitive hardness. At first the touching was slow and slight as Alviss got the gist of it. He got faster and more vigorous, getting turned on by Rolan's moans and his look of total desperation as his climax neared. Alviss didn't want to miss out.

He lay on top of Rolan, and was swamped by a wave of pleasure. His lips met Rolan's and he kissed him long and hard. Rolan moaned in his mouth, his hips giving an involuntary jerk upwards. Alviss followed suit, griding his hips. The feeling of them moving together felt unexpectedly good. They were both in a dream-like state, both of them touching, kissing and licking each other; not feeling a bit of shame as the unfamiliar animal instinct took control, forcing them to go faster and harder, moaning all the while.

They got even more desperate as both of them were on the cusp of an orgasm. Rolan clung to Alviss, his senses dimmed as he got tighter and tighter. The weak, childish man was replaced with a moaning lustful animal, digging its claws into Alviss's back and screaming profanity at him. As he came, everything felt just too good for his body to cope with. He fainted amidst the pleasure and pain, floating away to true bliss.