“You wish for me… to teach you about copulation?” Haurchefant repeated, just to make sure.
Francel silently nodded. It’s impossible to ignore the blush spreading to his fanned down ears. He curled up further into the blanket on his bed.
“While I am an expert on the subject, wouldn’t you prefer a more… traditional teacher for this?” Haurchefant was aware of the younger Elezen’s sexual curiosity, with how much he stared, but he didn’t expect him to be so… bold. It’s a well-received surprise.
“You are my closest friend. I-I trust you more than I would a priest who has yet to even learn my name. Will you please share what you know with me?” Francel begged, looking up at Haurchefant with pleading eyes and the saddest pout he has ever seen.
Well, how could Haurchefant refuse? Quite easily, if he was a sane man, but he doesn’t find himself wanting to.
“Alright, if you insist, my friend! But I must ask… where shall I start?” Haurchefant allowed his hand to stray to Francel’s, holding onto it gently to soothe the nervous wreck that was his best friend. There was little to be anxious about, if he must say, especially since it was just explaining the basics—
“Could we start with kissing?” Francel stopped for a moment, opened his mouth, then closed it again. He parted his lips to mutter, “Iwanttokissyou.”
Oh? Oh! Oh. This was… quite unexpected. Yes, unexpected, certainly… but not unwanted. No, not at all. The ends of Haurchefant’s lips turned upwards, eyes crinkling with delight. He sent a silent prayer to Halone, thankful that Francel’s innocence was his to take. He patted his warm lap, and Francel wasted no time in claiming it for his own. He still hadn’t quite reached the age of their race’s typical growth spurt, so he fit perfectly on top of Haurchefant’s much bigger thighs.
Francel’s eyes darted across the room, looking at everything but Haurchefant. Now that just won’t do. His calloused fingers pressed underneath the younger Elezen’s chin, tilting it upwards to face him.
“Come now. Shall we?” Haurchefant cooed, slowly bringing his face closer to Francel’s much pinker one.
Francel hesitantly nodded, closing his eyes and pursing his plush, virgin lips. Haurchefant was no stranger to kissing; he has been one of many nobles’ first kisses, but this… this was different. He knew for certain that he wasn’t just being used for curiosity’s sake, a little experiment for a repressed sexuality. Francel wasn’t so impulsive to throw away their friendship for a cheap thrill. It was almost reminiscent of a fairy tale, a brave knight taking a prince’s first kiss, and by the deep blush on Francel’s young face, the sweet shakes as he clutched onto Haurchefant’s shirt, the taut bulge that strained against the fabric of his shorts, he knew that this prince wanted much more than a kiss. Still, they must start somewhere.
Francel practically melted into the kiss, allowing Haurchefant the lead, and lead he shall. His lips lightly moved against Francel’s, letting the younger get used to the feeling of their mouths on each other before escalating it any further— He let out a light noise of surprise at the sensation of a tongue being forced down his throat. Francel licked into his mouth like a dog, no skill, all enthusiasm, and while he would roll his eyes if it were anyone else, the desperation from his darling friend was oh, so endearing.
He thought the same of Francel furiously humping his leg. He felt Francel’s arousal rubbing against him through his pants.
Haurchefant was the first to pull away, reluctant as he was. Though he needed to have some self-control, as Francel would have none to spare. He was certain the boy would have nearly passed out if he wasn’t forced to catch his breath. A string of spit connected their mouths, and Haurchefant licked his lips to break it.
“Let me undress you.”
Francel furiously nodded, and Haurchefant went to work, carefully prying off his coat, shirt, and trousers. He couldn’t help but whistle at the sight of Francel’s erection peeking out of his briefs, much to Francel’s embarrassment. His underwear took the longest to go, as Haurchefant made a spectacle of it. He slowly pulled them down his pale thighs, watching Francel wiggle as the fabric and his fingertips made their way down his legs. Francel’s cock twitched as the cold air hit his skin. Haurchefant tossed his clothes off the bed; Francel would scold him for the mess if he weren’t dangerously aroused.
The tip of Francel’s cock leaked profusely, flushed and wanting. The entire thing could fit in Haurchefant’s mouth, but before he could get a taste, Francel whimpered, “I want to see you, Haurchefant.”
And how could he say no?
Haurchefant moved to begin undressing, but a pair small hands stopped him. Francel bit his lip as he undid the buttons on Haurchefant’s shirt, taking his time to admire Haurchefant’s chiseled body. The scars from training and battles were alluring, Francel’s body was noticeably bare in comparison. Instead of feeling a usual bout of inferiority, Francel thought it was incredibly attractive. Haurchefant was strong, kind, and oh, so very handsome. He would call it unfair if he wasn’t currently stripping him.
“You can touch, if you’d like.”
Francel hesitated.
Haurchefant noticed, always so perceptive, and ran his fingers through Francel’s hair. “I encourage it, actually. Touching one’s chest makes them feel good.”
The reassurance combined with his soothing touch spurred Francel on, and he placed his hands on Haurchefant’s chest. He felt Haurchefant chuckle, then take a deep breath. He was so warm, so soft… A heavenly body— He pressed his face against Haurchefant’s plush chest, breathing in his scent and letting himself melt against his body. The drag of his cock against Haurchefant’s abs made him whine. As good as it felt, he didn’t wish to be selfish, so he moved back and went back to undoing the older Elezen’s pants.
Haurchefant nearly laughed at the shock written on Francel’s face. The boy likely hadn’t seen a cock that wasn’t his own. Haurchefant didn’t boast about his size, though he regarded himself as a decent morsel, but the way Francel practically drooled and ogled over his cock… Well, it was something to be proud of, a moment he would always keep in the back of his mind. Even if Francel’s interest would wane, Haurchefant would allow himself the selfish memory of the boy’s first time.
“Go on. Feel it. It won’t bite, I promise you.” Haurchefant couldn’t contain his impatience, now. As gentle he wished to be with the boy, he had his own goals for this besides simple ‘sexual education.’ Francel likely had other intentions before he even prompted this. The little pervert. Not that he was any better. His cock ached as Francel pleaded to him prior, and it ached now knowing that Francel would need both hands to fully wrap around it.
Francel audibly gulped. His hands shook as they moved forward, and he let out an exhale as his fingertips brushed against the shaft. It was hot, heavy, and sticky, but it didn’t deter him, rather he wanted to feel more of it upon his palm. He curled his fingers around the base, it was much too big to get a full grip, and pulled his hand upwards. It drew a moan from Haurchefant’s spit-slicked lips. Francel looked up at him for approval, and when he got a knowing smile and a nod, he continued to experimentally feel along his cock. The faint twitches were a pleasant reminder of Haurchefant’s enjoyment, and it encouraged Francel to pump his hand faster. A bead of precum dribbled down his prick, and, with his other hand, Francel gathered it with his thumb and licked it. A deep moan rumbled in Haurchefant’s throat.
“Oh, Francel, you are a natural,” Haurchefant groaned, “Please, forgive me.”
“Pardo— oh!” Francel was fully seated on top of Haurchefant’s cock, now. Haurchefant held Francel up by his waist, and he nudged Francel’s legs to clear a space for his cock to slot between his thighs.
“Do not worry yourself. I won’t enter you. You’re much too little for that. If you squeeze tighter, we will both enjoy ourselves.” Haurchefant’s suggestion sounded more like a command. Francel, without question, did as he was told and pressed his thighs ‘round Haurchefant’s thick arousal. Haurchefant tugged his hips back, the wet head of his cock resting under Francel’s balls. Then, with a grunt, he pressed forward and moaned as he felt the light weight of Francel’s tiny cock resting on his much larger one. The push and pull eased with the precum and sweat that collected between their bodies. Haurchefant kissed along Francel’s thin neck as he pounded the tight heat. His tongue ran against the ridge of Francel’s ear, and Francel wailed and trembled and Halone be damned he was perfect—
He would be embarrassed how quick he spilled between Francel’s legs if he didn’t feel the younger one’s own spend along his cock. They took a few moments to collect themselves, Francel taking longer and deeper breaths compared to his own. He released Francel from his monster-like grip, noting how absolutely sexy it was to see finger-shaped bruises on his hips.
Haurchefant wasn’t sure what he expected when the afterglow left them both but having Francel collapse against his torso and giggle was more than he could ask for.
Francel still had a lot to learn, of course, and Haurchefant, if anything, was a persistent teacher.