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Kerriss is dicing in the courtyard of the Caledon Haven with a traveler and a few of the Lionguard, trying to decide which one he wants to be fucked by that night, when a shadow blocks the evening sun falling on him. He looks up and his face shows surprise, then a huge grin. "Rokad?"

"Thought that was you," the big charr chuckles. "Didn't think I'd be runnin' into ya in this place! What're ya doin' here?"

"I could ask you the same thing. Last I saw you, you were fighting in the Bane." Kerriss excuses himself from the game and rises to go off to the side with Rokad. The slight sylvari looks the charr over, lust in his eyes.

"Decided that was too tame fer me. Figured I'd go an' see what all this fuss 'bout a plant dragon is.." He notices, of course, the way Ker looks at him. "Ya haven't changed," he chuckles, the sound a deep growl in his throat. "Ya that desperate for a good fuck, are ya?"

Ker grins and licks his lips. "I've got a few here I use, but you're one of the better partners I've had." His sharp teeth catch the light of the lowering sun. "I like how you don't hold back, and never did. These," he motions with his head towards the various people in the Haven, "are too tame. Even the charr here need to be pushed to do it right." He reaches out with his hand, placing it on Rokad's chest, digging his fingers into the fur. "Let's find somewhere where we can reacquaint ourselves."

"Hold on, there. I just got here. I want ta eat, first, at least. Maybe drink, too." Despite his words, Rokad's eyes are also filling with lust. Ker knew exactly where to touch him. The fingers hadn't dug in at a random spot, and had found one of his nipples and was rubbing it. He started to purr softly. "Alright, lets find somewhere, but we're huntin' while we do. Got anything decent ta drink?"

Kerriss grins wider. He knew this charr well, and how to get him to comply to his wishes. "I've got a full skin of fire whiskey, and can get a few more." Not caring who saw them, he presses himself to the warm furred body in front of him, rubbing his groin against Rokad's. He's already hard, just thinking about this. "Let me grab those and then we can get out of here." He takes the opportunity to grab something else, at the same time, reaching under the charr's short leather kilt and grasping the emerging cock. He grins again and lets go. "I'll be right back."

The sylvari returns with a pack slung over his back and they depart. Finding an isolated, sheltered clearing not far away, they divest themselves of their clothing and hunt down a moa. They didn't use weapons, stalking and killing the hapless bird with their bare hands and claws and teeth. Together, they brought their prey back and devoured it raw, washing it down with the whiskey.

Feeling better than he had in a long time, Ker crawls into Rokad's lap and starts licking away the blood on the other's maw. Rokad return the favour, his rough tongue making short work of cleaning the small sylvari. They don't stop there, laying on the soft grass and working their tongues over each other's bodies. When Ker gets to the glistening red cock, fully out of it's sheath, he doesn't hesitate as he takes it into his mouth and down his throat. The thing is huge, but he swallows it down easily, groaning in pleasure at it's musky taste.

Rokad growls in reply and bends himself so he can start licking Ker's ass. His snout isn't made for sucking, especially not with those sharp teeth, but his tongue is more than adequate at stimulating the other's hole. He licks the exterior for a bit then works the rough tongue into Ker, thrusting it back and forth as he fucks the sylvari with it. Kerriss groans around his mouthful and starts to bob on the charr's cock faster.

Reaching between his own legs, Kerriss grasps his cock and strokes it as Rokad's rough tongue goes deeper and deeper into him, scraping his insides and the ring of tissue at his opening. Ker groans in pleasure and takes the barbed cock as far as he can, twirling his tongue around it, working his throat to squeeze it. No sylvari could compare to this, could give him what he wanted and needed the way this charr could.

Rokad growls his approval. The charr had been with several of his own race but whenever Ker was available he chose the small sylvari. Ker's tightness was only one reason, the main one being that he could do as he pleased, not hold back. Kerriss was a masochist and wanted the pain, needed it even. Rokad had always been very dominant, and enjoyed showing his partner who was boss. He growls again and pulls his tongue out. "Get on yer knees."

Ker makes a small whimpering sound as he feels the warm tongue leave him but does as told. He releases the charr's cock, which is now slick from his saliva as well as a bit of sap from his cut tongue, and positions himself on hands and knees, ass high in the air and legs spread. Rokad wastes no time in mounting him, covering the smaller male's body easily and taking Ker's nape between his fangs as he thrusts into the sylvari. Kerriss cries out at the pain, nearly cumming right there and then. The small sylvari gasps as Rokad starts to move, moaning in pleasure. The barbs scrape his insides more than Rokad's tongue had, sending shivers through him.

Rokad bites down harder, though he doesn't pierce the bark of Ker's neck. Yet. His front paws are on the ground in front of his partner's, claws digging into the grass and soil. Hunched back on his rear legs, his pelvis moves fast as he fucks Ker deeply. His growls become louder as he starts to get closer to orgasm.

The sylvari cries out with each thrust. He's stretched wide and his insides are abused by the barbs, while the big cock hits his special spot over and over. The mixture of pain and pleasure is almost too much, and he approaches his own peak quickly. No need for his hand on his own shaft, just the rough fucking is enough, more than enough even! A few more thrusts and he screams, his deep voice going up an octave as he tenses, his body tightening around Rokad, his nectar spilling onto the ground.

Rokad bites into Ker's neck, sharp fangs now piercing the bark and sending a trickling of sap into his mouth as he cums a moment after his partner. The barbs on his cock flare, holding him inside as they dig in, his thick semen filling Ker's passage.

Both ride out their orgasms together. Once they come down, Ker nearly collapses on his trembling arms. Rokad pushes in further still to make his barbs release then pulls out. He lets go of Kerriss's neck, licking the puncture wounds then gathering the sylvari into his arms. Ker doesn't resist and is cradled against Rokad. He shifts so he can press himself to the other's warm, furred chest.

"I missed this," Kerriss murmurs. "It's hard to get a good fuck nowadays..."

Rokad chuckles, the sound vibrating against Ker's ear on his chest. "Yeah. No one can take it like you. I missed... it, too." Almost tenderly, the charr licks at the sylvari's head, holding him close.

Kerriss sighs and closes his eyes. He truly had missed the big charr. For more than just the sex. But neither of them would ever admit to feelings for one another. Feelings were weakness, and neither could afford to show any...