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Tobi feels like he is drowning in Harok. The weight and the scent of him. His growls and purrs. His rough, big hands.

He wishes he had words. Tobi likes to beg his lovers in bed, whisper in their ears, “Please fuck me, please take me. I need you inside me. Hard. Take me hard.” But he cannot do that. All he can do is moan and moan into the kiss and hope Harok understands he needs to be taken, roughly and soon.

But when Harok finally pulls back again, lifting his body from Tobi’s, Tobi is panting, and he can’t hold back from saying, “Fuck me, please, please, put your magnificent cock inside me. Make me yours,” although he knows Harok will not understand him.

Harok looks down at Tobi, bemused. He reaches out and places a finger on Tobi’s lips for a moment, silencing him. Then, again, Harok says, “Sho?” but far more confidently. Like he is sure of Tobi’s answer.

“Sho,” Tobi says breathlessly. “Please don’t stop. Kiss me again. Take me⁠—”

“Ambolk,” Harok says, cutting Tobi off. “Ambolk, Suskara.” He touches Tobi’s mouth. “Unela,” he says.

“Unela,” Tobi repeats. Is that kissing?

Harok touches his own bottom lip. “Unela,” he says again.

So, unela is mouth?

Harok is gazing down at him. Tobi tries to pull him back into another kiss. But Harok does not move and Tobi has no chance of moving Harok if he does not will it. it seems if Tobi wants another kiss, he will have to earn it. Somehow.

Tobi touches his own lips. “Unela,” he says. Then Harok’s, “Unela.”

“Ga, Suskara. Sho. Priss.”

Good, Suskara. Yes, kiss. Tobi thinks.

“Priss,” Tobi says, “Priss unela,” which earns him another kiss. A soft press of Harok’s lips to his. It’s far more chaste than Tobi was hoping for. He makes a soft sobbing sound as he tries to chase Harok’s lips. But Harok puts a firm hand on Tobi’s chin.

“Alapriss,” he says, before leaning down and kissing Tobi deeply.

The kiss is deep and long but it still feels like it is not enough. “Alapriss,” Tobi pants, when Harok pulls back. “Irgorye, alapriss,” asking for another deep kiss. Was there ever a sweeter way to learn a new language? If all his lessons in the Rose Palace had been like this perhaps he would not have failed so miserably at them.

Harok smiles and reaches out to take hold of Tobi’s hand. It seems very small and slender in his own. He runs it down his own scarred, hairy chest. Tobi touches Harok’s body. It is firm and warm. Harok moves it down, over his belly. Then stops.

“Sho?” he says again.

“Sho,” Tobi says eagerly. “Irgorye, sho.”

Harok slides Tobi’s hand lower until Tobi’s fingers curl around Harok’s cock. Fully roused now. Tobi gasps to touch it. It is so big now it is fully roused. He swallows. “Please,” he finds himself saying, soft and breathy.

But Harok only smiles, he pulls Tobi’s hand back and says “Alapriss kush?” sliding his own hand down Tobi’s body, then under it. A fingertip touches his hole.

Kiss? Hole?

He’s asking if he can…?

Heat floods Tobi’s body.

“Sho,” Tobi moans out desperately. “Irgorye, sho, sho.”

Harok smiles and drops a kiss on Tobi’s chin, then his chest. He kisses his way down Tobi’s body, curling himself between Tobi’s spread legs.

Harok gives a distinct moan of pure, raw desire before he runs his tongue over Tobi’s hole.

Tobi yelps with a surprise that quickly melts into pleasure as Harok licks him. Harok’s tongue seems to be prying him open with each sweep of it, hot and wet over Tobi’s hole. Over his kush. Tobi moans, losing himself in waves of pleasure, each one lifting him higher and higher until he feels as if he is chasing a spend he cannot quite reach.

Tobi is a moaning mess when Harok moves up to kiss him again. Harok’s mouth tastes hot and dark. Tastes of Tobi. One of Harok’s finger slides into Tobi’s hole, oiled from a dish beside the bed. He is so close to spending. He thinks if he endures much more of this he will spend on Harok’s finger. That finger is thick, but Tobi cannot get the thought of that magnificent cock out of his mind.

“Please,” Tobi begs. “Esich. Dek.”