Restless
A short Rengar and Gnar story, the first one I wrote a while ago.
Watching Gnar sleep always calmed Rengar. As a hunter, he was always on high alert. You had to be, if you let your guard down more dangerous game would kill you just as quickly as you could hunt it. Watching the small yordle's chest rise and fall, his toothy face resting in a peaceful smile, it filled him with an odd sense of comfort. Gnar was clinging to him as he usually did when he slept, and even though he snored so loudly, Rengar had trouble keeping himself awake.
But still, he stayed awake, reluctant to sleep thanks to what had happened the last time he slept with Gnar in his bed. He had a room in his humble little shack, but almost never used the bed there. When it came to be night time, he was like Rengar's shadow. It seemed like at night, if he was apart from Gnar, he feared he may never see him again.
Ordinarily, it wasn't a problem. But yesterday morning... Rengar wasn't a stranger to sleeping nude. He hardly had a use for underwear anyway, and there were blankets separating him and Gnar. But that morning, Rengar had had an incredibly erotic dream, and when he woke, his erect cock was pulsing against Gnar's rear.
The feeling of the young yordle's soft fur against the head of his dick made him throb, and sticky pre-cum smeared onto his cheeks. He panicked, wiped it away, and watched as Gnar barely shifted, oblivious to Rengar's mental dilemma.
He reasoned with himself it was just a coincidence, he had a horny dream, he wasn't attracted to Gnar. But, as he lay with him again, with only a few inches of cloth separating this vulnerable yordle from his slowly hardening arousal. He wasn't so sure.
Gnar's belly was slightly chubby, which Rengar thought was cute before, but now, it made his dick throb beneath the blankets. His hand reached out, gently pressing against it, feeling how soft his fur was and how squishy that bit of pudge was. Gnar stirred slightly, but all he did was mutter something in his native, gibberish-like language and return to snoring. Rengar's paw slowly trailed downwards, rubbing over the tiny swell of his belly, halting right on the boy's crotch. The fur here was just a little coarse, and right below his hand, a flaccid, small dick and pair of fuzzy orange balls rest between his legs. Of course they were tiny, he was still so young... But Rengar wanted so badly to fondle him, to explore his newfound attraction to him. He normally wore that loincloth, but he slept nude just like Rengar.
He finally let his fingers rub Gnar's tiny prick and watched as it swelled ever so slightly. Another stroke, and this time he heard Gnar let out the tiniest little whimper. His hips, commanded by some unknown instinct to the yordle, bucked into Rengar's ministrations. His dick, fully erect was only a few inches in length, but it throbbed hard against Rengar's paw.
Rengar felt sick doing this, fondling the yordle who treated him like a father figure. But he couldn't help himself, his arousal beat out any mental objections he could have. Rengar gently lifted Gnar from his side, and threw the blankets back. Rengar lay on his side, erect, throbbing dick right in front of Gnar's sleeping face. He prodded his lips with it, smearing a bead of pre-cum against them before he nearly let himself groan out loud.
Gnar's body reacted on its own, his lips wrapped around the head of his dick, and he felt him starting to suckle like he would on a teat. Trying not to moan out loud was difficult. Gnar's tiny tongue lapping away at the head of his cock, and feeling the increasing strength of the suction, like he was getting impatient for his milk, drove him closer and closer to orgasm.
He lay there, barely letting the sound of his breathing out as Gnar continued to obliviously nurse on his dick. He was close already, he wanted to pull Gnar away, to turn over and finish on himself. But something kept him from doing so. Pre-cum spilled in heavy spurts into the cub's maw, but it was eagerly guzzled down. He whispered an apology to Gnar and let out a low, rumbling growl as he began to cum.
He had expected to feel some of his load starting to ooze down onto the sheets, but Gnar dutifully swallowed every last drop. He could hear the soft gulps as he drank every powerful shot of his voluminous orgasm. Rengar shuddered as he pulled himself out of his maw, as even after he finished shooting, Gnar continued to suck.
The realization he just fed Gnar a fat load hit him and he felt shame wash over him in a wave... but he came this far. No use turning back now.
He lifted Gnar up on the bed so that his crotch was eye level with his face. Gnar's tiny arousal still throbbed in front of him, the yordle's scent drew him in. He wrapped his lips around the entirety of his tiny cock, suckling on it as his tongue swathed over the whole length. Gnar began to buck his hips wildly, instincts guiding his jerky, uneven thrusts.
He made the cutest whimpers and moans as he humped into Rengar's maw. That ordinarily screechy voice sounded so soft. His thrusts stopped abruptly, and Rengar felt his dick throbbing and jumping harder in his muzzle. The cub's body jerked about, then suddenly, he slumped backwards, totally limp, totally asleep. He felt his cock softening in his maw and pulled his head away.
Rengar looked down at that peaceful, satisfied face and wrestled with the guilt of what he had done. Gnar didn't have to know anyway. He would never tell him. As he drifted off to sleep, he didn't see Gnar open his eyes, or see him licking his lips as he looked upon Rengar's flaccid dick resting against his thigh in the moonlight.