The night carried a rare stillness after the long day's labor. Outside, the moon drifted through thin clouds, silvering the stone walls they had built with their own hands. Inside, the faint fire painted the den in restless light, the warmth of the hearth chasing away the mountain chill.
Evan lay with his back pressed to Silas's chest, cocooned in thick hides that still smelled faintly of herbs and smoke. Every muscle in his body pulsed with pleasant ache, the kind earned from work done side by side. Kael's breathing came steady from the outer chamber, a quiet reminder that they were not alone—yet even that faded as Silas's arm tightened around him.
Evan's thoughts had been restless, trapped between pride and embarrassment. He could still feel the heat on his face from earlier—the impulsive kiss he'd pressed to Kael's cheek, and the charged silence that followed. He had meant it as a thank-you, a slip born of excitement, yet the memory made his stomach twist now. But the sound of Silas's quiet inhalation behind him now made his pulse falter. He knew that silence too well.
He felt it before he heard it — the brush of a cool breath against his ear, the slow exhale that raised goosebumps down his neck. A wet, deliberate kiss landed just beneath his earlobe. Evan startled, blinking in the dimness, his pulse skipping a beat.
"Silas?" he whispered.
The Orc did not answer at once. His arm slid lower, palm flattening against Evan's stomach, fingers spreading possessively. He drew Evan closer until their bodies curved together, every inch of contact molded like memory. Another kiss followed—longer this time—low on his neck where skin met pulse.
Then came the whisper, rough and quiet.
"How," Silas breathed, voice trembling against him, "can you kiss someone who isn't your mate?"
The vibration ran through Evan's skin like a growl. He turned his head slightly, enough to meet Silas's eyes glowing faintly green in the dark. They held something fierce—desire crossed with hurt pride, the twin edges of longing and rage barely held back.
Jealousy. Real, dangerous, human jealousy.
Evan swallowed hard, then let a teasing smirk curve his lips.
"So…" he murmured softly, voice trembling like a confession, "how can I make my mate happy again? Does my mate want to punish me?"
Silas's pupils thinned to sharp lines. His next breath came ragged, brushing hot over Evan's throat.
"Punish?" he murmured lowly. "No, little one. I'll remind you who you belong to."
His hand slid upward again, tracing the seam of Evan's ribs through the thin tunic, his touch both tender and hungry. His fingers grazed the soft underside of Evan's arm, lingered over his chest, then drew slow circles over his stomach until Evan's breath trembled unevenly. Silas shifted behind him, the steady rhythm of his movements pressing heat through every layer of fabric that separated them.
Evan gasped softly when Silas's lips found his shoulder. The Snake's mouth traveled from there—slow up the column of his throat, kissing, tasting, breathing him in. When Evan tried to turn, Silas caught his wrist, guiding it back until their fingers laced together over Evan's heart.
"Stay still," Silas whispered, voice rumbling through him. "Let me."
The words alone unraveled him.
Evan closed his eyes, his breath shallow now, every touch magnified. Silas explored the quiet curve of his chest, the line of his throat, his jaw, then his lips hovering over Evan's ear long enough to make him shiver. Each brush of skin against skin carried a desperate patience—the restraint of someone who could take more but chose to savor instead.
When Evan finally turned fully, their faces met in the half-light. The air between them thinned.
"Silas…" he breathed.
The Orc bent his forehead to Evan's, his voice rough with emotion.
"You drive me mad. Every word, every smile—" his hand slid up the curve of Evan's neck "—you make me want to protect you, claim you, lose myself in you."
The last phrase broke apart in a tremor between them.
Evan's hands found Silas's chest, fingers curling into the firm lines of muscle, feeling the steady thrum beneath his palm. The warmth of that heartbeat grounded him—then vanished again when Silas captured his mouth in a kiss that started soft, then deepened with need. Evan matched him breath for breath, yielding and demanding in the same moment.
The kiss was no longer careful; it was weighted with promise, with everything unsaid between them. When they broke apart, both of them were trembling, foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling in ragged rhythm.
Silas brushed his thumb over Evan's bruised lower lip. His voice softened but still carried that dangerous edge.
"You're mine."
Evan's answering smile was weary, wild.
"And you're impossible," he murmured, though his hand stayed pressed against Silas's chest.
Silas chuckled low, rough, and pulled him closer again, their bodies melting back into the warmth of the hides. His tail coiled lazily around Evan's ankle, anchoring him.His cold hand then slowly found Evan's sensitive flower hole.The already unsatisfied area felt like it was being energized by the gentle touch.
Evan's hands instinctively tightened the grip on Silas's muscle lines , and his entire body went limp.
Seeing that Evan's cheeks were flushed, Silas become clearly aroused, he started removing all their clothes and gently kissed Evan's neck again. His rough fingers probed into the moist flower hole, listening to the unbearable gasps of the person in his arms and smelling the cool fragrance lingering around his nose.
Silas whispered in Evan's ear, "Does it feel good, Evan!"
Evan opened his hazy eyes and met Silas's green eyes. He offered a sweet kiss, "It feels good, kiss me, I want it, mmm!"
How could Silas refuse such an invitation? He immediately captured those tempting lips and began to lick and kiss them.His rough fingers started probing Evan's soft flower hole more vigorously "Evan, do you want it here?"
A sharp glint flashed in Evan's eyes as he stared back into Silas's eyes "Yes...it itches...come in quickly...um..."
" Come in....Silas...."
Silas's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he thrust in almost without hesitation.
"Mmm..." The emptiness inside him was instantly filled, and Evan groaned comfortably."Ah...it's so itchy...don't...come in...put it in...mmm...so big and full...I like it...mmm."
"I want it more....ah more....gentle...."
Silas listening to the sweet and erotic moans of his mate continued thrusting.
His big cock stretching Evan's pitied flower hole to the fullest.
Wet and erotic moans were echoing across the space.
(.... .... ....)
"Ah...too deep...too deep...it's going to break...it's too deep....Silas...." Evan tensed up and tilted his neck back, feeling as if the orc's huge penis was going to pierce him.
But still the delicate flower-like opening clung tightly, deeply enveloping the orc's burning heat.
Silas after sometime realized that Evan had adapted, and no longer restrained himself, he began to thrust wildly, pressing down on the little females's thighs.
Evan cry out uncontrollably in pleasure: "Ah...too fast...no...be gentle...uh-huh..."
His legs unconsciously wrapped around the snake's waist, actively responding to his movements, his face showing pleasure and enjoyment.
"Ah...so good...touch my nipples...it's itchy there...mmm...it's being sucked...so good...ah...don't push there...it's going to break...uh...it's hitting...my cervix...it's hitting my cervix...mmm...so powerful..."
Evan hugged the orc's head, actively offering his itchy nipples into his mouth, his legs tightly wrapped around his waist, actively thrusting his hips to match his penetration.
Silas, gripped tightened, he gasped for a breath, opening his mouth to suck on his swollen nipple.While thrusting his meat stick in the flower hole fiercely , the deed continued as the sounds of slapping filling the entire silent space.
(... ... ...)
Outside, snow drifted down soundlessly over the mountainside. Inside, the air hummed faintly with the scent of fire, pine, and something heavier—want, promise, and peace woven together. By the time silence settled fully, jealousy had burned away, leaving only warmth and belonging.
And in that dim glow, pressed skin to skin, they found the quiet before something irreversible.
"But unlucky and very much a bachelor, Kael spent his night listening to all those strange noises from the other chamber — questioning all his life choices and seriously doubting his luck."
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