Heat

Rumil wiped at his chest, feeling the light film of sweat coating his skin as he paced from the window to the bed. The night was still warm with the temperatures of mid-August only slightly diminished by the recent rain storm. Rumil’s light weight silk breeches clung to his thighs and hips. His hair hung limply. He pushed it off his cheek and sat once more on the bed’s edge. He stripped away the damp breeches and lay back on the bed naked. A slight breeze stirred the curtains at the open windows and caressed his heated skin. The heavy air clung to his skin, making sleep nearly impossible.

Yet that was not the only reason for his sleeplessness. His hand stole over his taut belly, feeling the ridged muscles. He sighed and closed his eyes. His whole body felt tense, strung like a bow ready to let loose an arrow. His hand slipped farther down, cradling his balls, which felt heavy and full. He squeezed them lightly and bit his lip to stifle his groan.

With his other hand, he rolled and pinched his nipple until it peaked between his calloused fingers. His thumb stroked over the base of his cock. Slowly, it hardened, stirring against the planes of his stomach. He moved his hand lightly over his chest, tickling the skin between nipples. He shivered at the feather light touch of his own fingers as they ghosted in lazy circles around the flat, rose-colored disk. The disk puckered, becoming deliciously tight.

Rumil stretched his long middle finger down between his legs and brushed the tender spot between his balls and puckered hole. Reflexively, his knees jerked up at the touch and he arched his back, pushing up from the mattress with his heels as his finger pressed harder against the tiny space. He felt his balls drawing closer to his body as his cock came to full erection. The elf ignored it as he continued fondling his balls and nipples, squeezing and pinching them playfully.

Tossing his head and moaning, Rumil allowed his hand to trail from his nipples down his chest and belly. He traced the long vein running under the skin of his abdomen and then over the velvet smooth head of his cock, collecting a single drop of pre-cum as he did so. The vein on his cock throbbed in time to his pulse. He ran his palm against it, pressing down gently and rubbing. A moan bubbled up from his chest and he closed his eyes.

Still holding his cock, he brought his other hand to his lips and sucked on his fingers, moistening them with his spit. He spread his legs wider and moved his hand down between his bent thighs. His finger nudged his opening, circling it slowly, feeling the ridges and the small hairs surrounding it. As his opening relaxed, he pushed against it, forcing the unwilling muscle open. With just the tip of his finger inside his body, he wriggled the digit, stretching the muscle, loosening it. His cock twitched in his fingers. Sweat dripped from his belly to the sheets. His breathing grew harsher.

Taking a deep breath, Rumil inserted his finger fully, stretching his arm and wrist as he searched for his pleasure spot. He gasped aloud as he found it and his hips cleared the mattress. His cock twitched in his hand. Pre-cum dribbled onto his belly, pooled in the flat planes, coated his fingers. He inserted a second finger, twisting and turning them as he pushed them beyond the barrier muscle into the tight passage. The flesh was hot, smooth, velvety. The tight nerves contracted as he touched them and pleasant ripples traveled along his spine.

Rumil lifted his head and stared down the length of his body, seeing his hand as the strong muscles flexed beneath the pale skin as he moved his fingers in and out of his opening. He licked his upper lip, tasting salty sweat. His body strained and he keened softly. He pushed a third digit into his opening, flexed them against the smooth walls of his inner passage. He reveled in the fullness and mild burning as his fingers stroked over his prostate. Rumil’s body trembled with need as he pumped his cock harder, faster, stretching the lose skin over the hard muscle. With his feet braced against the bed’s edge, he began rocking, rapidly plunging his three entwined fingers in and out, in and out; pumping his cock in time with his rocking. His essence leaked from his slit, dripped on to his fingers and the back of his hand.

With his body growing more and more tense, Rumil pressed his fingers one last time against his nerves and held them there, pressing hard against them. He squeezed his cock, giving it a final stroke. As his seed spurted in hot streams from his cock, Rumil tossed back his head and groaned loudly, neck muscles straining, long blond hair clinging to his back and shoulders. His passage clenched around his fingers, holding him tightly even as the last drops of cum splattered over his chest. At last, Rumil’s body unwound and he settled languidly on to the bed.