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It was the end of Highharvestide, and both the newly-rebuilt Reithwin and Baldur's Gate had been celebrating for almost a tenday in their various customs. The thoroughly cleaned and scrubbed Waning Moon tavern had joined together with the Last Light Inn to hold a harvest feast, and there had been various games and stories told around a large communal fire in the evenings.

They had stayed the previous night in Baldur's Gate, celebrating with Cal and Lia, and several other friends who had stayed to find their home in the 'Gate - luckily for Halsin, as it also allowed him to collect the gift he'd worked with Dammon on for Rolan. Said gift was now stashed in their bedroom in the cottage, waiting to be presented now the celebrations had wound down and they had a chance to take a quiet day or so to themselves.

Halsin went to stoke the fire in the hearth as soon as they returned to the cottage, giving the cosy space a warm glow. "If you're not too worn out, my heart, I have a gift for you," Halsin said softly, turning his head to smile up at Rolan.

Rolan blinked from where he had curled up on the sofa almost immediately, ready for Halsin to join him as they decompressed from the excitement. "A gift?"

He propped himself up on one elbow, dressed in only his shirt and breeches after shrugging off his robe. Well, apart from the tail ring on his wrist, and the horn and tail adornments that Halsin had dressed him in over time. "I am utterly certain I am never too worn out for presents, beloved. Especially from you."

"You say that now , but you may think differently once you open it," Halsin chuckled softly, thinking back to the number of secret conversations he'd had to have with Dammon over the design and fit. The blacksmith didn't usually do so much leatherwork, but Halsin had assisted with the basic construction, leaving Dammon to forge the custom links and fastenings, and complete the finishings.

With the fire built, Halsin scooted over to the sofa to brush a soft, brief kiss against Rolan's cheek before he got to his feet, collecting the cloth-wrapped bundle from his armour trunk before returning, setting it in Rolan's lap and taking a seat next to the tiefling.

Returning the soft kiss to Halsin's cheek once his lover had returned, Rolan began unwrapping the bundle of cloth that had been placed in his lap. It appeared to be a... pile of leather straps? He lifted a couple, all linked together with fine metal working, and held them up, trying to figure out what Halsin had given him.

"I didn't think we owned a horse that needed a new harness, cornutact ?" He asked in bemusement. "Or is it a leather net? Some form of armour that relies on lack of body coverage?"

"Not a horse, no....but perhaps a kitten?" Halsin replied, his voice dropping to a low purr. They had both long since come to realise how much Rolan enjoyed being bound, and while his favourite method was rope, they didn't always have the time or the energy to go through the long process of rigging him up in a way that was comfortable and functional.

Hence, the harness. Halsin had insisted that it should be able to be split into separate parts, but ionce whole it would wrap his lover in carefully tooled, well-oiled leather from horns to thighs - including his tail.

"We need to check it fits correctly, kweshta , should Dammon need to make any adjustments."

"A..." Rolan flushed . He'd thought he was long past the stage of being embarrassed or similar by Halsin and their intimate activities, but the thought of his druid having had something made for him, to be bound in, encased in, held tightly in, restricted by... He shifted slightly on the sofa as his cock showed a sudden interest in the proceedings.

"You had Dammon make this, for me? The poor man will have a heart attack from all of our special requests!" His hands were already smoothing over the gorgeous supple leather, picturing it against his skin and how it would feel to be encased in.

Standing up, he gave Halsin a playful look, removing his shirt in one fluid motion. "With or without my collar on, my ursi ?"

Halsin leant back on the sofa, chin propped on one hand as he swept his eyes appreciatively over Rolan’s chest. “I’ll leave the choice to you, my love. We do need to test the fit, but if you’re in the mood to be teased and petted a little while we do that, then you can go fetch your collar.”

Rolan shot Halsin a smile as he headed into the bedroom to fetch the soft green collar that hung on a hook there. Not that he needed his lover's permission to get it at any point, but he did so love it when Halsin added an edge of dominance to things.

Heading back to the sofa, Rolan shed his trousers as well, leaving him naked and half hard as he sank to the floor next to Halsin, presenting the collar in both hands to his druid as he basked in the fire's heat.

While Rolan went to fetch his collar, Halsin carefully unbuckled the individual pieces of the harness and laid them out on the sofa next to him. Torso, hips and thighs, arms…

“Perfect, kitten,” Halsin said as Rolan knelt down next to the sofa, gently taking the collar and brushing the tiefling’s hair out of the way, before buckling the soft, velvet lined collar around Rolan’s throat, finishing with a light caress along the length of one horn. “You’re going to be very good for me while I put you in this harness, aren’t you?"

Rolan nodded, slipping into his kitten headspace as easily as he drew the Weave. He didn't tend to talk much when he was Halsin's kitten, just letting his lover know by gestures and actions his thoughts.

There were so many pieces though, and even as Halsin brushed along his horn making him shiver, Rolan was trying to piece it together in his mind. With a small inward sigh, he accepted that would be Halsin's job and contented himself with flicking his tail happily.

"There’s my sweet kitten,” Halsin murmured approvingly, fingers trailing from Rolan’s horns to pet over his ears for a long moment, before he turned his attention back to the harness.

Halsin picked up the section that would wrap around Rolan’s chest and shoulders, spreading his legs wide apart. “Here, kitten,” he instructed, pointing at the floor between his thighs, “and put your hands on my knees."

Rolan obediently moved into position, enjoying the petting thoroughly as he placed his hands on Halsin's knees. He couldn't help but look at his lover's crotch, trying to discern if Halsin's arousal matched his own.

With his thighs spread wide, Halsin had set Rolan deliberately in eye-line with the slight swell of his cock, easily visible through his breeches. “ Good, ” he praised, and he slid the web of straps around Rolan’s back, holding it in place with one hand as brought the bulk of the straps forward over the tiefling’s shoulders. These straps were buckled loosely onto a large silver O-ring at the precise centre of Rolan’s chest.

The centre straps on each side joined to three thinner straps that circled around Rolan’s middle, emphasising his narrow waist and leaving the lines of ridges along his ribs bare.

Rolan purred as Halsin put the chest piece on him, noting how it accentuated his body, although he did think the straps were a little loose - unlike the rope he was usually bound with.

Putting a finger through a strap and pulling it away from his body, Rolan tilted his head questioningly at Halsin, knowing his lover would know what he meant.

"Clever, kitten - once I get it buckled enough to hold in place, then I’ll tighten it up. I don’t want to risk pinching you if anything isn’t lining up properly,” Halsin replied with an indulgent smile. He finished buckling the chest straps in place, checking that it sat straight across Rolan’s shoulders with gentle fingertips.

“ Now I’ll tighten everything up.” He started at Rolan’s waist, tightening the straps until they lay snug against flushed, warm skin, slowly making his way upwards until every strap had been given the same treatment.

“Comfortable? Nothing poking or pinching?"

Rolan purred, waiting patiently for Halsin to tighten the straps. There it was. The start of that delicious tight binding that he loved and enjoyed.

Once all the chest straps were in place, he admired himself from what he could see. The leather was a different sensation to the rope, but still a lovely pressure on his skin. "Comfortable..." he murmured softly, head already sinking into the warm soft space.

"Perfect, kitten,” Halsin murmured in reply, fingertips grazing along the edges of the harness to tease the warm, freckled skin. “Stay with me a little longer, sweet one, there’s something I need to ask you about.” Halsin cupped Rolan’s jaw in a broad palm, brushing the pad of his thumb over the curve of his cheekbone.

“Do you remember how not too long ago, we toyed with the idea of someone else watching and admiring you while you were like this - bound and pliant under my hand?” Halsin turned to pick up the next section of the harness, a web of straps that would wrap around Rolan’s hips and thighs.

"Yes..." Rolan replied, forcing himself back out of the impending kittenspace, and moving obediently to where Halsin needed him to be next. "I remember it coming up after you'd sat me on a balcony naked with a sore ass for an hour," he purred, shivering at the memory. "I seem to recall it coming up..."

He nuzzled against the bulge in Halsin's trousers, "I... wouldn't be adverse, depending on who was doing the watching - I do still have some reputation to maintain, cornutact ."

Halsin hummed low in his throat as Rolan nuzzled against him, hips rocking slightly into the gentle touch. “Would you trust me to set something up, but not give you the details? I can assure you that it will only be two others, and they are well known to the both of us,” he explained, giving Rolan’s hair a gentle stroke before nudging him back and gesturing him to kneel upright.

He wrapped the next web of straps around Rolan’s hips, noting how there was space and attachment points for a cock ring.

Biting his lip, Rolan looked up at his druid uncertainty. "I trust you absolutely, my ursi ." He leaned into the touch of his hair, the soft petting exactly what he needed. "If you think I'd be comfortable being like, well, this with them, then I'm willing to try."

Rolan adjusted his position, the next web of straps somehow going from a jumbled mess into a snug fitting net around his lower half. He noticed the attachment point around his hardening cock and licked suddenly dry lips at the implication. Halsin didn't put him in a cage or ring often, but when he did it was often a very intense experience.

Halsin smoothed the straps down around Rolan’s thighs, tightening them down slowly. The straps around Rolan’s hips had additional D rings to attach cuffs, and the leather straps split in the rear from an O-ring at the base of his spine, leaving plenty of space for his tail.

“We can still discuss restrictions, and what you absolutely don’t want to happen - but I think it will be a more intense experience if you’re not dwelling on when, where and with who,” Halsin murmured, smoothing his hands over Rolan’s hips as he checked the fit - and attached the thin straps that linked both harness pieces together.

Rolan purred as Halsin manipulated the straps around his body, the gentle touches and tightening bonds soothing him comfortingly. "I can only think of a few people who you might suggest this to," he replied with a small smile, "but, yes, you are correct, cornutact ."

"I can think of a few things I'd prefer not to happen, at least without checking in with me first."

"I am going to suggest we keep any sexual contact outside of established relationships off the table, up until everyone involved feels comfortable changing that rule. The point is for me to show you off, sweet one,” Halsin purred, setting his hands on Rolan’s shoulders and pressing gently downwards, indicating he should sit down on his heels.

The next items were cuffs - tooled with scrolling patterns, and lined with soft suede to keep them from rubbing. “Wrists out for me, kitten."

"Agreed," Rolan said with relief, that had been his main concern. "I don't mind them looking , even closely," he flushed slightly as he held out his wrists for Halsin, "but touching, no."

"And you to be present at all times is my other request, beloved."

He looked at the new cuffs with interest - he already had a green pair to match his collar, but these seemed significantly heavier duty and able to hold up to harder play.

Halsin carefully wrapped the new cuffs around Rolan’s wrists, lifting them up one at a time to press a kiss to each palm. “Of course, sweet one - I’ll be there the entire time,” he promised.

The new cuffs had two D-rings, so that they could be attached to the harness at multiple points. “Arms behind your back now,” Halsin murmured, standing up from the sofa to circle around behind the kneeling tiefling.

Obediently putting his hands behind his back, Rolan relaxed, "What sort of things were you picturing happening?" he asked softly, the gentle dominance making him begin to slip into that soft space again. "You said show me off, is that as a pet or submissive or both?"

"I won’t spoil the experience with too many details, kitten, but I will be claiming you before the session is over with. And I’ll start everything nice and slow so you can get into the right headspace, and show our guests how well trained and well behaved a kitten you are.” Halsin lowered his tone, his voice a deep rumble as he wrapped a hand around one of Rolan’s horns, pulling his lover’s head back so he could trace the line of the collar around his throat.

“I don’t need any more decisions from you today, sweet one,” he added, noting how Rolan’s expression had started to slip into one of trusting submission, and he pressed a gentle kiss to the spot between the tiefling’s horns.

The idea of being claimed by his lover in front of others had his cock fully erect as his druid kissed him softly and carried on working on fitting the harness, Halsin pulling his head back by his horns sending a shiver of arousal through him.

Halsin merely smiled, lips against Rolan’s forehead before drawing back and carefully clipping the cuffs onto the attachment points along the back of the harness, each side of Rolan’s tail.

“I will check in with you often throughout the entire session. All you’ll need to concentrate on is just being well behaved and sweet for me, hm?” Halsin returned to stroking down the length of Rolan’s horns once his hands were bound, helping him sink further into the soft, warm headspace the tiefling found so easily.

The bindings and touches were doing exactly what Halsin intended as Rolan slipped back into kittenspace, soft purrs and comfortable noises all he could manage as his tail flicked contentedly.

Halsin pressed another kiss to Rolan’s temple as he reached for the next item - a long web of leather straps interspersed with three gleaming D-rings. “You’ll need to be good for me and hold still now, kitten,” he purred, running a hand down the length of Rolan’s tail as an indication of just where this next piece was going to go.

Carefully, Halsin wrapped the straps around the base of Rolan’s tail, just above where his tail ring would sit. The straps were then tightened with thin lacing, encasing Rolan’s tail in snug leather for a good three quarters of its length.

Rolan struggled to hold his tail still, the limb difficult to control like this unless he really concentrated. The idea of his tail being fully restrained was a new one for him and he couldn't help a soft moan as Halsin tightened the straps around it, binding it comfortably. They'd played with restricting it with rope, but this was far more intense.

When Halsin connected his tail to the web of straps on his back, and the instinctive movements were curtailed, he had to close his eyes at the intensity of feeling that swept through him.

Each of the D-rings on the tail sheath connected up to a matching point along the long strap that ran up Rolan’s spine, keeping the normally always-moving tail lifted up and out of the way.

“Everything alright, sweet one? Just nod or shake your head for me,” Halsin murmured, running gentle touches across Rolan’s shoulders and down his sides, watching admiringly as his lover reacted so strongly to the additional point of restraint.

Nodding his head, Rolan sank deeper into his headspace, enjoying Halsin's touches as he drifted. His lover may not have intended for him to go into full subspace, but he was so relaxed and the restraints were so safe and containing that he couldn't help it. Especially with his tail lifted enough to put his hole on easy display if his druid wished it

Rolan watched with blown heavy-lidded eyes as Halsin picked up the next part of the harness, not even trying to guess where it would go as he luxuriated in his bonds.

" Good , kitten, you're doing so well for me," Halsin praised, hands going back to Rolan's horns as he stroked down the elegant curves with more deliberate intent. "Keep your head tilted back like this... perfect ," he murmured as he pulled Rolan's head back, arching his throat.

The silver and sapphire horn cuffs that had been Rolan's preferred adornments for many months only came off with the right command word for the arcane lock , and Halsin whispered the necessary command as he eased each cuff free, leaving Rolan's horns bare - for the moment.

The small bundles of leather strapping went around Rolan's horns much like the tail sheath, lacing down tightly and providing several attachment points should Halsin wish to bind them in place.

The feel of his horns bare made Rolan whine. It had been a long while since they hadn't had the horn cuffs embrace and he felt even more naked without them. When Halsin began to wind them in the leather though, the new pressure was delightful, and Rolan couldn't help rutting into the air for a moment as his horns were encased.

Rolan kept his head arched back, knowing how much the bear in Halsin loved seeing his throat vulnerable and open, and the elf enjoyed his submission. The feel of straps being added to bind his horns to his shoulders did nothing to stop his arousal, knowing that he must be making quite a picture from the blatant erection tenting his lover's trousers.

Halsin connected up the long, thin straps that would hold Rolan's head back to let the tiefling get used to the sensation - they'd done similar with rope before, but each time was still a little different. "Still good, kitten?" he murmured, kneeling down behind Rolan so he could smooth his hands over his hips, pulling Rolan's ass back against him so he could feel the heat of his cock.

"Just one more thing, and then I think you deserve a reward for being so patient and good for me." Halsin reached forward, picking up the final set of cuffs, meant for Rolan's ankles - also thicker and with more attachment points than the usual decorative set.

Rolan purred, letting out a rare voluntary chirp to reassure Halsin that he was more than fine and comfortable. His voice had vanished with his submission and kitten-mind and all he could do was soft moans of pleasure as Halsin touched him. The promise of a reward with the feel of his lover's hardness and heat against him made him try and squirm back against Halsin, needing more.

The final cuffs were put on with just as much care as the others, gentle fingers checking for snagging or pinching as the soft lining wrapped around him and was tightened perfectly.

" Perfect... " Halsin purred low in his chest as he trailed his fingers from the ankle cuffs along Rolan's legs, and up over his hips, leaning forward to press a kiss against his lover's throat, just above his collar. He let out a soft chuckle as Rolan squirmed against him, the tiefling's untouched cock leaking a trail that dripped onto the floor between his spread knees.

"So eager, sweet one...I want you to lean forward for me, chest on the couch  - show me that pretty hole, hm?"

Leaning forward, placing his leather bound chest on the couch, Rolan tilted his ass upwards, obediently presenting his rear entrance to Halsin's burning gaze. The feel of his tail being restrained forcibly upwards to reveal his hole, rather than doing it by his own choice, made him shiver in pleasure and utter submission. It was thrilling and was strangely sending him as deep as anything they'd done before. If he'd had the words, he'd have asked, begged, for his tail ring, only his headspace ironically preventing it.

His cock was rock hard and aching and Rolan could do nothing about it - everything was at Halsin's hand alone, his entire body now wrapped in leather for his druid to enjoy as he pleased. Gods it was exquisite torture and ecstasy in one.

Halsin took a long moment to admire how Rolan looked in his new harness, placed exactly where he wanted him and unable to do anything more than squirm. Each piece fit perfectly, and highlighted his favourite aspects of Rolan's body to their best effect - in his eyes, at least.

" Beautiful... " Halsin murmured, admiring how his lover's hole fluttered and clenched as it was so forcibly bared, perfectly framed by the harness straps. A possessive rumble started in his chest as he leaned forward, thumbs bracketing each side of the sensitive entrance, and he licked a wide trail from the base of Rolan's balls to the clenching muscle.

Rolan moaned as Halsin's tongue licked along his taint, feeling the broad thumbs on either side of his hole, hearing the possessive sounds that he loved his druid making. He spread his legs wider, wantonly, the only part of his body he had any control over, lost in the sensation .

He'd never felt so vulnerable and open to Halsin. The idea of his lover claiming him while like this making him try to rub his cock against the sofa in unconscious need and desire.

"Greedy little kitten,” Halsin chuckled as he pulled back a little, his breath warm against Rolan’s ass as the tiefling tried to rock against the fabric of the sofa. “It looks like you’d like my hand as well, is that it, sweet one?”

His tone was indulgent, not scolding - he always found he was much more lenient with Rolan when he was in kitten-space than he would be if his lover was just wearing his tail ring. Especially when Rolan had been so well behaved.

Halsin ran a teasing fingertip from the base of Rolan’s flushed, leaking cock to the tip, watching his hips try to jerk into the contact - before wrapping a broad palm around the hot length.

His hips were thrusting into Halsin's hand almost the instant it wrapped around his cock as Rolan was unable to resist the sudden relief and contact on his aching length. The fingertip had only inflamed his desire further and he could barely think other than to crave both release and his druid filling him up - either his ass or his mouth, both were positioned ideally for his lover to fuck hard and fast.

The slick pre leaking from Rolan’s cock provided ample lubrication as he thrust himself into Halsin’s hand. “That’s it, kitten…you can come whenever you want to, yes?”

Unbeknownst to Rolan, Halsin’s expression turned to the predatory, leaning in as he used one thumb to pull Rolan open slightly, pressing the flat of his tongue against the  clenching muscle, waiting for the tiefling to relax slightly before licking in deep.

Halsin's words drifted through Rolan's mind as he kept his hips pumping into the warm lubricated hand. Heat was running through his veins, the desire and need curled in his belly as he sought his pleasure.

A loud cry followed Halsin's large thumb pulling him open, as Rolan felt the familiar sensation of his lover's tongue flicking into him. All he could do want moan wantonly as he thrust back onto the warm wet tongue, unable to even beg for his druid.

Halsin growled , low in his throat as he thrust his tongue deep, moving in tandem with Rolan’s thrusts into his hand. The wanton sounds of pleasure as the tiefling tried to decide whether to arch back or press forward sent heat directly to his already aching cock

He drew back a little, flicking teasing kitten-licks over the sensitive flesh before sucking hard, right as he tightened his grip slightly on Rolan’s cock, giving the burning length a long, slow squeeze.

Rolan's panting and cries echoed around the cottage as he rocked between tongue and hand, the restrictive bindings only enhancing the pleasure as he couldn't lower his head or wrap his tail around his lover, unable to even support himself with his hands. When Halsin's heated hand squeezed his aching cock, combined with the strong suction, he couldn't hold back any longer, a raw cry of passion falling from his mouth as he spattered the couch and his druid's hand with ropes of white cum.

Even spent, Rolan's mind and hole yearned for Halsin's cock, all thoughts turning to pleasing his lover in any way the druid wished to use his bound body. He'd felt Halsin's hardness, could feel the need in the way his mouth ran over his ass, the possessive growls that made him shudder with love, and just wanting to serve his lover.

Halsin kept his grip tight as Rolan shuddered through his release, milking the tiefling’s cock as he gentled his mouth, drawing back to leave kisses with just a hint of teeth over the curve of Rolan’s ass.

“Can you take just a little more for me, sweet one?” Halsin purred throatily, rising to his knees behind the bound tiefling and licking his fingers clean eagerly, savouring Rolan’s taste. He undid the straps holding Rolan’s head back - but only so he could press in close, pinning his lover down to the couch seat as he fumbled with the ties on his breeches.

The teeth on his ass and tight grip on his cock made him moan as Rolan felt Halsin's movement behind him, lowering his head to the sofa cushions once the horn straps were released. His neck ached, but not nearly enough to complain as his larger lover leaned over him, pressing him against the cushions in a delicious manner.

All Rolan could do was chirp to agree he could take as much as Halsin wanted to give him, still non-verbal as he arched his back to encourage his lover.

Halsin rumbled approvingly as Rolan’s ass arched back against him, and he grazed his teeth over the back of Rolan’s neck, just above the collar. A few soft words and Halsin slid a grease-slicked hand between their bodies, teasing at Rolan’s entrance for a moment before thoroughly preparing him with first two, then three fingers.

“Let me hear your pleasure, kitten,” Halsin purred against Rolan’s throat as finally, he took hold of the tiefling’s hips, holding him steady as he pushed in with a long, slow thrust.

The teeth on the back on his neck made Rolan moan loudly, Silvanus he adored when his druid went slightly more feral.

The welcome intrusion of Halsin's fingers had him trying to buck back into them despite the weight of the large elf on top of him. He whined when the digits withdrew, spreading his legs further to encourage his lover.

The feeling of Halsin's significantly large cock entering him in one smooth motion made the tiefling gasp, cries of pleasure echoing around the room as his lover's hardness stroked over his prostate.

The hot, tight grip around his cock had Halsin growling against Rolan’s throat, hips flush against his lover's ass as he held still for a long moment, delighting in the way Rolan’s walls rippled and clenched around him. “ Silvanus , kitten, you feel so good …” he purred, voice cracking from the sheer sensation as he sucked a trail of open-mouthed kisses across Rolan’s shoulders.

Halsin rolled his hips, grinding his cock deep as he pressed Rolan harder down onto the couch, gradually building up a rhythm that had him stroking over the tiefling’s prostate with every pass.

Every growl had Rolan clenching around Halsin's cock, his back trying to arch into the kisses over his skin but he was held firmly in place by the harness. All he could do was moan, primal pleasured sounds falling from his lips as his lover pounded into him.

The pressure of Halsin's body only enhanced his pleasure, and his cock, although jammed against the cushions, was hardening again under the relentless fucking that his druid was giving him. His prostate sent stars across his vision at every stroke and his mind was floating in deep subspace - his entire being devoted to Halsin's pleasure.

Halsin knew he wouldn’t last long, given every moment of the long build up had stoked the fire of arousal in him - since the second he’d set the wrapped harness down in Rolan’s lap. He buried his face in the back of Rolan’s neck, teeth nipping and scraping over sensitive skin, and he planted one hand on the back of the couch to keep himself from crushing Rolan completely as each snap of his hips pushed his lover harder into the cushions.

“Kitten, I’m-“ was all Halsin managed to choke out as he came hard and all of a sudden, hilting his cock deep inside Rolan’s willing body, his mouth against the tiefling’s throat muffling his groan of pleasure.

Rolan was lost in sensation, the feel of teeth on his neck, the feel of cock in his hole, the feel of Halsin ramming him into the sofa... Everything was Halsin and Halsin was everything as he lay there, a willing hole for his druid's use. He felt Halsin's body tense as his lover spilled into him, clamping his hole unconsciously around the thick cock as it pushed hard against his sensitive spot. Not enough to bring him to climax again, but enough that he was gasping as he was filled, the groan of pleasure echoed in the tiefling's own voice.

Rolan was panting heavily when Halsin pulled carefully off and out of him, his hips jerking involuntarily against the cushions as he whined at the loss of cock and weight. He needed , but couldn't speak the words, couldn't move his arms to pleasure himself, could only hope that his druid would allow him to cum again.

" Easy , sweet one, I’ve got you,” Halsin purred, low against Rolan’s ear as he eased his hands under the tiefling’s shoulders, lifting him upright and back onto his lap. His teeth worried at Rolan’s throat, nipping and sucking a bruising kiss just under his ear.

He wrapped a hand back around Rolan’s cock, pumping fast and hard as he murmured adoring praise against his lover’s ear.

The teeth at his throat were almost all that were needed to push Rolan over again, the sensation shooting heat right to his cock as Halsin took him in hand. His head arched back, horns over his lover's shoulder, listening to the sweet words that he could barely process as he floated.

Moments later, Rolan felt the wave crest inside him as Halsin's hand worked him in exactly the right way. "Ahhh!" His druid was all he could think of as his cock sputtered out a few more white ropes and he collapsed bonelessly against the broad chest, unable to move or speak from the sheer intensity of their play.

Halsin cradled Rolan close as the tiefling slumped in his arms, freeing his wrists from their position at the small of his back, and brushing gentle touches over his limbs. He marvelled at just how deeply Rolan had sunk into that soft, submissive space, given that this had only intended to be a simple try on of the new harness.

Wordlessly, Halsin lifted Rolan in his arms, getting to his feet and carrying him into their bedroom, where he set Rolan down on the soft blankets, curling in close around him. “Let me know when you want these off, kweshta ,” he murmured, brushing soft kisses over the tiefling’s cheeks.

Rolan floated. It was peaceful and soft, and Halsin's warmth wrapped behind him was just perfect. His shoulders ached from his arms being behind him for so long, but even that faded in the quiet rest he found himself in.

Eventually though, Rolan's mind drifted back to the surface. "Mmmm, beloved?" Rolan asked quietly, "I think I'm ready to take this off." The restriction on his tail was starting to become irritating rather than pleasant, and while the rest of the harness was still comfortably pleasurable, he knew he couldn't stay in it forever.

Halsin traced gentle fingertips over Rolan’s skin as he slowly came back to himself, one arm pillowed under his head. Gradually, his lover began to stir a little, the spade of his tail twitching slightly as the additional restraint started to become apparent again.

“Of course, my love,” Halsin murmured, smoothing a hand over Rolan’s hair and brushing a kiss against his temple, before starting to carefully loosen and undo the various buckles and lacings keeping the harness snug around Rolan’s frame. His tail was released first, the leather sheath slipped off and set to one side, before the rest of the harness followed. Halsin left the cuffs in place until last, cupping Rolan’s wrists in his hands as he pressed his lips to the bite scar vividly apparent on the tiefling’s shoulder, thumbs tracing along the line of soft leather. “These too, my heart?"

Rolan purred at the gentle touches, curling into Halsin's body as the harness was carefully removed. His tail flicked around, happy to be out of its constraints before settling around his druid's wrist. The cuffs were comfortable still, a light restraint that he didn't mind. "As long as you don't have any further ideas or gifts for tonight, my ursi , I think I'll keep them on for a bit."

Bending to press his own lips to Halsin's matching silvery bite scar on the broad shoulder, Rolan nuzzled up to his partner, tilting his head so the soft green collar could be removed as well. He wanted every part of his skin touching his druid, needing the contact and affection after going so deeply into subspace. "Do you have a berry? I could do with something after going that deep."

"Nothing else for tonight, kweshta ,” Halsin confirmed, easing the collar free before pressing his lips tenderly to the base of Rolan’s throat, a soft, contented hum reverberating in his chest as Rolan curled into him even closer.

A quick check of the nightstand produced a glass jar of dried goodberries and a wooden cup - Halsin shifted them both with ease so that he was leaning back against the head of the bed, Rolan draped across his chest. “No aches or pains, anything that needs addressing immediately?” Halsin asked as he held up one of the goodberries, fingertips just brushing against Rolan’s lips.

Taking the goodberry in his teeth, Rolan enjoyed the refreshing taste as he lay across Halsin's chest. The druid's broad pecs dusted with hair made a comfortable pillow and he snuggled against him, careful not to poke Halsin with his horns. "My shoulders are a little sore," he confessed as he rolled the joints carefully, "It should ease with rest."

Taking the cup from Halsin, he cast a quick create water, sipping at the perfectly cooled liquid. "Thank you for the gift, cornutact , I think we'll get a lot of use out of it." his voice was still drowsy, he'd not been that deep in a while and Rolan was eternally grateful that he had a lover that took his aftercare so seriously.

"Let me know if you are still sore in the morning, my love - I know you like feeling the after effects for a while,” Halsin replied with a fond chuckle, drawing up a blanket to drape across Rolan’s shoulders as his lover sipped at the water, and pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

“It was quite something to see you go down that deeply, love. You were absolutely beautiful. I’ve half a mind to see how you fare wearing at least part of your harness under your robes for a day,” Halsin added with a soft, teasing purr.

Rolan curled up under the blanket, his tail happily twitching around Halsin's wrist as he handed his druid the cup back and closed his eyes. "You just make me feel safe and comfortable and loved ," he murmured, pressing a kiss to Halsin's nipple. "Wearing it under my robes could be interesting - reminding me of you during the indeterminable meetings. As long as I don't start drifting under when I'm meant to be reporting on the state of the city's magical defences or similar."

"Now, was it me, or did I agree to a couple of people watching me as your kitten?" Rolan flushed slightly, wrapping his legs around Halsin's. "Not that I'm going to back out of it..."

"I’m always awed and honoured when you say I make you feel that way, my love,” Halsin murmured, tipping Rolan’s chin up so he could draw him into a soft, unhurried kiss, his heart swelling with adoration for the tiefling in his arms.

Halsin chuckled at Rolan blush, his expression warm and teasing. “I know you wouldn’t, kweshta , though you should know it’s perfectly reasonable for you to be shy when this happens. I’ll be checking in with you more than I normally would, and if you want to stop at any point, then we will."

Rolan enjoyed the slow kiss, one hand gently reaching up to caress Halsin's face and ear as he leaned into it. Silvanus, he adored his druid.

"Have you done much like it before then?" Rolan stamped down a slight surge of jealousy at the idea of Halsin showing someone else off. He knew his lover had had submissives before - the one who'd worn his tail ring previously for a start - and usually it didn't bother him because that was Halsin's past, and he was Halsin's present and future, but sometimes it flared up a little.

"Always in slightly different circumstances, but yes, I’ve had lovers who have indulged an exhibitionist streak,” Halsin replied, smoothing gentle fingers through Rolan’s hair. “I’ve also been the focus of such activities before, many years ago when I was much younger than I am now.”

Rolan smiled up at Halsin, "You are absolutely stunning to look at now, beloved."

Halsin let a hand creep up to wrap around one of Rolan’s horns, caressing firmly down the curved length in reassurance.

Leaning into the hand stroking over his horn, Rolan let himself relax. "You like being... watched? Looked at?" he asked curiously, trying to imagine a much younger Halsin. The fingers through his hair helped soothe the jealousy as well as he draped over his lover's broad chest. "You've mentioned your home Grove was rather... open and casual with sex and nudity before."

"Mmmm…there is a thrill in being seen when you’re that vulnerable. In this circumstance I was also being touched - I certainly enjoyed myself, and from comments everyone else did as well,” Halsin explained, rubbing gentle circles around the base of Rolan’s horns with his thumb.

“There was certainly no shame around the subject - it was encouraged to accept and embrace nature just as it was, though there was still a level of propriety between what was acceptable when guests or children were around, of course, but knowledge wasn’t kept from us even when we were very young.” Halsin’s tone turned slightly wistful as he remembered the grove of his childhood.

He dipped his head to claim another soft kiss from Rolan, smiling at the compliment even as the tips of his ears turned pink. “When I say younger I believe I was around thirty? But the sentiment is appreciated, my heart."

"Maybe you'll tell me about it someday," Rolan murmured, his own skin flushing a little at the mental image of Halsin in that situation. "I assume that the... drow incident... means it's not something you're open to again, beloved?"

Watching Halsin's ears turn pink made Rolan grin. "You are gorgeous now , cornutact , or have you been blind and deaf to the looks you get around the Gate? The comments that people would like to climb you, or be taken by you, or a thousand other ways of saying that they desire you?" Rolan's hand cupped his lover's cheek as he claimed his own soft kiss. "They are lucky I am comfortable with the fact that you are mine , or there would be significantly more burn injuries when we go out."

"It’s not something I’d be comfortable with going into unprepared, or with a group of strangers, no. But with the right people? I would happily do something like that again,” Halsin replied quietly, lips barely brushing Rolan’s as his flush deepened with each additional compliment. He was well aware of the reputation he had, but no less bashful about it, especially after the netherbrain adventure.

“I could turn the tables and say the same of you, my heart - the young master of Ramazith’s Tower has no shortage of admirers, though I admit to feeling proud and flattered on your behalf with every wistful suitor I hear about,” Halsin added with a soft chuckle.

Rolan smiled wryly, "It's the position they love, cornutact , as much as you may find me attractive, most people do not find tieflings so. And you look magnificent when you're adorably embarrassed," he laughed softly, cuddling up to Halsin. "Perhaps after these mystery people have had a turn at looking at me, turn about would be fair play. Given I'm going into what you have planned unprepared and with people I don't know who they are," he teased gently.

Rolan nuzzled against Halsin's armpit, enjoying the sweat and musk scent rolling off his lover. "I am all yours, beloved. From the tip of my horns to the tip of my tail." He shifted until he was in a suitable position for sleep, the adrenaline from earlier fading fully, leaving his limbs heavy with sleep.

"I think both our guests and myself would be amenable to that,” Halsin murmured, giving the tip of Rolan’s horn a gentle tweak as the tiefling shifted and twisted until he was more comfortable, having already noted how heavily Rolan’s eyelids were drooping.

“ Mine ,” Halsin repeated with a throaty purr, arms wrapping snugly around Rolan’s waist as he nuzzled against the top of his head, just between Rolan’s horns. “And I am proud and honoured to be able to claim you like that."

"As I am proud and honoured to be able to claim you, beloved," Rolan replied, closing his eyes in  readiness for sleep. He had his druid, he was safe, warm, and comfortable, and he was more loved than he'd ever thought he'd be on that long road from Eltural. Drifting into a well-earned rest, Rolan smiled.