October 2023 Drabble #2 (Patreon)

Halsin/Tav – lingerie; male!Tav – Tav is a hopelessly horny bastard (aren't we all) but Halsin does not mind one bit.

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Taverin is the designated leader of the group. The others trust him to make wise decisions when it comes to their battles and diplomatic dealings – down to the very clothes they wear.

They probably know that he’s not only choosing their garments for the enchantments that they provide. They have to know. They must know.

Just a look around their campsite usually reveals that whoever made them wear what they are wearing is a deeply lustful person. One who thrives on the naked skin they show.

Halsin definitely knows once he lifts the garment that Taverin has laid out for him for some… festivities down in the tavern. The music is loud enough to be felt through the floor.

The druid throws him a gaze, his mouth twitching into a smirk. Taverin tries to remain calm and collected but he can feel sweat starting to prickle along his scalp and under his arms – and Halsin can smell it. He sniffs in the air like an animal before a low rumble escapes his broad chest.

“Tav, my heart,” he croons as he puts the little slip of nothing down onto the bed and begins to peel himself out of his clothes. “You should only have asked. You know I need not be persuaded to shed what keeps me from Mother Nature’s touch…”

Tav watches as Halsin throws off the few garments that he wears, mouth running dry at the heavy swing of his cock between his muscular thighs. He can’t get enough of Halsin’s manhood. He can’t get enough of the feeling in his hands and mouth and…

Halsin grabs what Tav has put out for him. He turns it over on itself a few times, forehead wrinkling with intense focus as he tries to figure out the many straps that come with it. It looks so ridiculously delicate in his thick fingers…

Taverin wonders if he will even fit in it. He had thought as much when it got into his fingers but now that he sees it in front of the furry bulk of Halsin’s magnificent body, he suddenly starts to doubt himself.

“I could… help,” he rasps, his voice pathetically high and whistling. He is short of breath just staring at the display before him and the vibrations traveling through his legs from the festivities beneath does not make it easier to find his footing.

Halsin lifts one of his hands.

“Be at peace, my heart. I am sure I will figure it out. But perhaps it would be wiser if you were to join our friends downstairs before one comes in search of you.”

Halsin glances up at him, his gentle smile having a definitely devious edge that Taverin has never before seen.

He nods mechanically, legs stiff as he makes his way to the door, his cock all but leading him.

He is sure that by the end of the night they will be thrown out of the tavern for the things he is planning to do to Halsin do not belong in any kind of good company.