A young man, Jonathan by name, crunched his way through snow and fallen leaves with his eyes on the black and white sight of snow on soil below him. His hands were buried within the warm pockets of his coat and covered in home-made woolen mittens. He wore a beanie over his ears and glasses on his face. The holidays had made his morning walks into mid-afternoon affairs, though the woods surrounding his hometown were characteristically deserted at all times regardless. A walk wasn't a walk unless one took it alone, or so he'd told himself since he committed to the whole exercise scheme.
There were very few animals around, which he attributed to the onset of winter. He was no zoologist by any stretch of the imagination, but so far as he knew, furred little things weren't fond of the cold. No birds sang around him. The trees had all lost their leaves and appeared unmistakably bare around him, thick dark stretches of wood all towering well above his head. Although he was fond of solitude in a lot of ways, especially during times like these when he felt he needed to clear his head, he found himself pondering just how lonely it all felt. Aside of his footfalls, he couldn't hear a sound. Even the branches above his head were silent as the light breeze disturbed them.
Raising his gaze, Jonathan set his mind on the matters that brought him out here in the first place, all in their due order. College, money, family and the unassailable attraction to men that would see the first complicated, the second in short supply and the third causing the preceding problems. He was nineteen years old now and although the people who he met through college all said with some amount of pride that they announced their homosexuality to the world at all of fourteen or fifteen, he lagged behind with problems staggering out the whole muddy process. The simplest solution was, of course, to just keep that sort of thing to himself indefinitely, but that only made things much worse in the end, didn't it? The artificial feeling his conversations with relatives held was unmistakable...
Of course, his mum would probably cry and yell and demand that he retract what he told her. His father would sit silently at the kitchen table, eyes on his dinner as he chewed the same mouthful again and again. His two younger siblings would likely laugh it off and exchange a few notes of money to whichever won the bet. He didn't mind the idea of his father's disapproving silence. Honestly, he became accustomed to that as soon as it became apparent he wouldn't be a successful mechanic or boxer. It was the wailing of his mother that he couldn't build the courage to confront. Even though she taught him how to knit when it was harmless and childish to learn.
A plume of mist rose from his mouth as he let a sigh slip by. Even though he felt a distinct pressure well in his chest each time the subject of women came up in his household (which was often, lately), he decided that it may just be best to keep that aspect of his personality away from his family for another few months. Graduation would come, then financial independence. Once he had those, his family couldn't really do much to influence his life.
His head adopted a cant to the side, attempting to catch a sound that whisked by. It was brief and low, throaty. An animal? A jogger? He turned in place, backpedaling off the improvised path he'd been making. His mitten-clad hands welled into fists in his pockets as tension rose through his back. Jonathan wasn't a man who enjoyed being surprised, at least not alone in the woods. His eyes scanned the landscape, noting leafless trees and snow-covered shrubs, innumerable potential hiding places but none that appeared occupied. He never felt this worried when he was wandering the streets of the town surrounding his campus, but the woods...
Seeing nobody, Jonathan went back to the road, moving back the way he came. He still felt certain that something was lurking out in some frosty little nook somewhere, eyes lingering on him. Home might not have been comfortable, but it was certainly safe. That is, so long as he didn't mention a walk through the woods had him scared. Then he'd never live down how much of a "city boy" he'd become.
As he made his way back, he noticed one of the bushes had been toppled over to the side. What looked almost like footprints trailed to the bush and beyond it. A narrow, spotty streak of red could be made out through the white of the snow. Jonathan swallowed the lump that had appeared in his throat, pausing by the scene to look off where the round track led. They certainly weren't human. It must have been a wounded animal that made its way through. From what he could piece together, most likely a deer, something like that.
He told himself that the best thing to do now was to make his way home all the faster, but something compelled him to follow the tracks. He cursed himself, called himself an idiot and made sure to recall every single horror movie that ended in death precisely this way. And yet it was as though his legs were under somebody else's control, his body moving along after the trail and his consciousnesses seated behind his eyes to watch the event unfold. Even through the woolen mittens, he felt his fingernails biting into his palms, firm enough to break the skin.
Winding his way around the naked trees, he noticed the streak of red was becoming thinner, until only the footprints were left in the snow. They couldn't really be called footprints, he observed, as they weren't made by feet. Hoofprints, animal tracks. As he mulled over what he ought to call the markers he followed, he was persistently aware that he was getting further and further from the road. Whatever had injured this animal would surely be near it. That's how predators worked after all. They wouldn't just maul a deer and let it run off without chasing...
Jonathan cast a worried look over his shoulder, chewing his lower lip nervously. He saw nothing but the way he came and his own tracks. As he watched the way behind him, he kept on moving forward. Then a sound - another low, guttural grunting - brought his attention back to his front. That's when he saw a man, or a creature like enough to a man, with antlers sprouting from the sides of his forehead.
All of the wind slipped from Jonathan's lungs as though he had been struck. He became aware, in spite of his stunned state, that his body was shivering. Ahead of him was indeed an antlered man, propped up against one of the trees. He sat on what Jonathan first thought might have been a blanket, but as he stared he saw that the woolly thing was in fact attached firmly to the man's waist. While the man held the torso of a very attractive, rather muscular male, Jonathan was almost ashamed for observing, below the waist all human visage disappeared into the likeness of an enormous goat's flank and hind legs.
Paying absolute attention to the sight, Jonathan noticed very quickly that the altered goat-man appeared to be hurt. There was a wound, open but no longer bleeding, around his ankle. Rather, around what would be an ankle on a normal, healthy human. Only hesitating for a moment more, the young man made his way forward, murmuring half-coherently under his breath, "let me help."
Jonathan lowered his way down onto his knees beside the man-creature. Without putting much thought at all into his actions, he slipped his coat off and reached down to lift his shirt over his head, leaving his own chest bare and exposed to the incredible cold. His shivering intensified. Clumsily, in part due to the odd foggy state that had come over his mind, in part due the trembling of his hands, he reached down to fasten his shirt around the creature's wound in a makeshift bandage. He kept his eyes low and on the wound the whole time, something about looking up at the creature just too difficult to do in that moment.
As he made to retract his hands, he found them caught in place. The creature had snared them in his own, holding them in place. Suddenly, all of the cold was washed out of Jonathan's body, replaced by an impossible warmth. The young man raised his eyes from the wound, inadvertently scanning over the creature's furry crotch, which was most definitely male. He swallowed hard and kept his eyes darting up, over the hair-covered belly, chest and neck, finally rising to meet the creature's eyes. The antlered man wore a vague smirk on his face. Their eyes remained on one another's for just a moment before Jonathan cleared his throat and looked down again, definitely not at the creature's crotch. He felt his hand being tugged up, then a pair of lips against the back of it. An appreciative kiss.
"You should put your coat on." Somehow, there was a second of delay between hearing the words and connecting them to the half-animal man's mouth. His hands were released and Jonathan scrambled to do just that. His cheeks flushed with colour as he realized how he'd exposed himself to the very much nude wounded man, then they became a deeper red as the kiss settled firmly into his cloudy, confused mind. Once he was covered with his coat, Jonathan looked up at the other man again, opening his mouth to voice the plethora of questions that had leapt to mind. The result was a prolonged 'uhh,' as all of them struggled to fit their way through the confined space of his lump-filled throat.
"A faun," breathed the antlered man, chasing the word with a musical chuckle. He certainly didn't seem to be in pain at all, despite the bound wound. "And you shouldn't worry about what hurt me. It's bound to where I came from and shouldn't be able to follow me to where I am."
"What?" Jonathan felt his head tipping to the side again, one of his eyes narrowing down in further confusion. He started to suspect he was dreaming.
"There and here are very distinct, different things," said the faun in a particularly scholarly way. He wore a bright smile. Despite his inhuman, inexplicable appearance, there was something Jonathan found strangely trustworthy about that smile. It reminded him of that quality shared by almost all of the faces seen on commercials. The young man shook the thought from his head with closed eyes, drawing in a slow breath as if clarity might arrive through his lungs.
"There is a faun in the forest near my parents' house," he started evenly, swallowing hard after he spoke. The faun seated across from him, watching him, nodded his antlered head. Jonathan's eyes were drawn to the thick, dark nest of curls atop his head. "And he was injured, but he's safe now. And whatever injured him can't reach him. He isn't bleeding any more."
"That does seem to be the short of it, doesn't it?" Another lyrical chuckle followed the faun's words. Jonathan nodded, raising a hand to scratch his chin. The faun watched the movements of the dyed, knitted wool curiously. Jonathan wondered if it was a goat thing, but thought better of asking. He wouldn't want to offend the first mythical creature he ever met. He hid the woolen mitten away in his pocket again.
"So, um... Do you need any help or anything?" Jonathan cleared his throat softly, looking about the forest again. The faun allowed a brief pause to stretch on, before nodding once more. The creature started making his way to a stand, using the tree behind his back to support his weight throughout the effort. When Jonathan noticed that he was only putting weight on the one leg, he rose to stand as well, looping his arms underneath the faun's and doing as he could to lift him. He was surprised by how heavy the creature was. After a few moments and a grunt from the antlered man, both were standing, though the faun much less evenly than either of them would have liked.
Again, the faun nodded. He stood a clear half-foot above Jonathan's head. That wasn't very impressive, Jonathan was a particularly short, small sort of man. The faun had a broader build too, more readily visible now that both were on their feet. Or hooves, such as it was. "I need a place to rest, if only for a few hours. I should be well enough come evening."
Suddenly, the lumps in Jonathan's throat sank down to well up around his chest. He couldn't invite a naked mythical creature back to his parents' house. Could he? His eyes trail down to the wrapped wound on the faun's leg, which was held up and off the ground. Reluctantly, Jonathan felt and heard his own murmuring before he really thought about the words. "You can stay in my room for a few hours. Nobody's home right now anyway. I don't know how we're going to get there, though. Won't somebody see us?"
The faun shook his head, reaching an arm out and around Jonathan's shoulders. He used the smaller man as a support. Jonathan started walking, doing his best to keep the faun upright. The pace was slow and cautious. "Nobody can see us," the faun replied. In answer to Jonathan's inquisitive look, he continued, "I'd hardly be much of a myth if I didn't have mystical powers, hm? We may appear and disappear as we wish."
"Right." Jonathan led the faun along. They fell quiet for a moment, the young man spending the time sorting through all of the information he had accumulated. There was a new distraction, though. A heavy, warm weight on his shoulders. He noted that the faun smelled very much like the forest surrounding them, or perhaps he didn't have a distinct scent at all. The arm around him was strong and full of muscle, though with a layer of comfortable fat over the top keeping it from being too firm. His eyes unconsciously flitted down to the faun's belly, just padded enough to sway from side to side. The hair covering it trailed up to the faun's chest, where it formed another nest. His eyes moved up another inch and met with the faun's, who'd been watching Jonathan perform an inspection. Jonathan felt his cheeks flush red again and looked to the path ahead instead.
After a while, the faun broke the silence. "My name is Llewellyn, by the way." He offered another smile down at Jonathan. Although Jonathan didn't look up, afraid that he might blush and embarrass himself again, he could feel Llewellyn's smile and hazel eyes on him.
"Shouldn't you have a Greek name?"
"Why would I? I've never been to Greece." At that, Jonathan did look up to Llewellyn, puzzled.
"Are you from Wales, then?"
"No, no." Llewellyn shook his head. If he weren't so much taller, his antler might have smacked into Jonathan. "Like you, I'm from this quiet little town here. Although you'd never see me, or the others like me." Seeing the confused expression on his companion's face, Llewellyn went on. "Think of the world as being like an envelope. You live on the outside, whereas I, my friend, live on the inside."
"Right," Jonathan said again, pretending to understand. He nodded his head and continued on down the pathway. "How were you hurt, anyway?"
"Hunters." Another perplexed look, this one with a twinge of worry. Llewellyn moved to assuage it. "They can't reach the outside of the envelope. But just as the outside has ivory hunters and their like, the inside has those who kill for these." The faun reached up to tap a finger against one of his antlers. "Unicorns have it worse, though. Their horns can bestow immortality. You can imagine how in-demand they are."
"Right," said Jonathan, for a third time. He was finding things made less and less sense to him the more Llewellyn divulged. The two continued on, the faun making a few more attempts at describing the strange cosmology of a world that Jonathan couldn't see, Jonathan nodding along in an attempt to be polite. The young man's eyes stole over the faun's form again and again, despite his best efforts at restraint. From the waist up, Jonathan found him remarkably attractive. As they made their way nearer to town, he even confessed to himself, the bestial legs had their own distinct charm too.
When they finally reached the border of the forest, Jonathan felt Llewellyn pause. The faun lowered his wounded leg to the ground, testing his weight atop it. A wince told them both that he wasn't ready to walk unassisted. Visibly reluctant, Llewellyn gestured Jonathan on and the young man started walking. Jonathan's family home was placed conveniently enough. It had been built directly opposite the woods. This far from the city, it seemed no houses had fences. The two could walk directly into the house. Nevertheless, Jonathan led Llewellyn to a tree instead, easing the faun against it. "Wait here," he murmured, before hurrying to cross the distance to the house alone.
Jonathan made his way inside, swiftly hurrying through. It was a decently sized, single story home, with four bedrooms. Jonathan checked each and every one, along with every other room. Finding the house empty and knowing it almost definitely would be for another five, possibly even six hours, he decided it was safe enough to bring Llewellyn indoors. Before leaving to meet the faun again, he fetched an umbrella from beside the door, deciding it would do as a makeshift cane.
He found Llewellyn testing weight against his leg again, something despondent about the faun's expression. "It's difficult, not being able to run," the faun explained, though he wore a smile as he looked across to Jonathan. Jonathan nodded in an attempt to appear as though he understood yet again, handing across the cane and moving to support the faun as he had before, tucked beneath that warm, powerful arm. Together, the two crossed the distance to the back porch, where Llewellyn's hooves echoed loudly against the hardwood. "You have a lovely home," the faun said, sincerity in his tone, as they made their way inside. Jonathan thought the house was old, small and too cluttered with a family's mess, but who was he to correct a naked faun?
They made their way directly to Jonathan's bedroom, where the young man closed and locked the door behind them. Then he helped Llewellyn lie down on the bed. Noting how exhausted he felt after supporting the faun's weight the whole way home, Jonathan fell onto the other side of the bed, closing his eyes and doing his best to relax despite the circumstances. He heard that rhythmic chuckle again and found himself smiling. "Usually, it's a little more difficult to get a man into bed with me."
Jonathan sat bolt upright, looking down at the faun in wide-eyed horror. At first he felt the blood fade from his face, then it came flooding back as a deep blush set in. Llewellyn took a turn at appearing confused, his antlered head canting slowly to a side, questioningly. Jonathan's voice was quiet as he assembled his explanation. "It's just, uh, nobody's really... um, figured out that I'd be in bed with men before, I guess." This only brought out that musical laugh again. Jonathan lowered his eyes, finding them roaming across Llewellyn's hair-covered chest again.
"I find that hard to believe. You've barely been able to keep your eyes off of me since we met."
"In my defense," Jonathan protested, "you are something I didn't believe existed."
"Excuses." Llewellyn sat up slowly, scooting his way nearer to Jonathan. The young man opened his mouth to ask what the faun was doing, but instead he felt Llewellyn's lips press in against his own. For a moment he thought of shoving the faun away, but the thought melted as soon as he felt Llewellyn's tongue brush against his lips. It wasn't Jonathan's first kiss altogether, but it was his first kiss with another male and he sank into it easily. He felt Llewellyn's hand against the back of his head, slowly brushing through his hair, down to the back of his neck. Jonathan had no idea of how sensitive that particular part of him was and before he could restrain the sound, he whimpered into the kiss.
Llewellyn drew back, chuckling again. He watched the young man's features as he stroked a slow, gentle circle around the back of Jonathan's neck. Jonathan's face remained full of colour, his eyes fluttering shut as his mouth hung slightly open, drawing in shrill breaths. With a trembling voice, Jonathan struggled to murmur, "what are you doing?"
"Something you enjoy, from the look of it," answered the faun. His free hand came up to rest against Jonathan's chest, pressing in firm for a moment. Then it drew away, finding the coat's zipper. Llewellyn drew it down slowly, exposing Jonathan's chest. The young man offered no protest, even shrugging the coat off once the zipper was low enough. As soon as it was unfastened, Llewellyn's hand released it, lowering down to cup against Jonathan's crotch. Llewellyn watched as the young man tensed, felt the swelling length beneath the sweatpants the young man had worn for his morning walk. He released it, drawing his hand up over the smooth skin of Jonathan's stomach, up to his hairless chest. Jonathan cast his coat aside.
"I think you could do worse for a first time. A creature of myth and legend." Llewellyn's voice seemed a decibel lower and infinitely more sultry, more masculine, to Jonathan. The faun's course, powerful hand sought out one of Jonathan's nipples, a finger circling around the pink areola. Between the new sensation and the fingers still stroking over the back of his neck, Jonathan could do nothing to keep his soft whimper from reaching Llewellyn's ears a second time. The antlered man only chuckled.
"You'll have to show me what to do," Jonathan murmured, embarrassed by his inexperience. As though to reassure him, Llewellyn leaned in to kiss him again, this time sliding his tongue in by Jonathan's soft lips. The two ran their tongues over one another's, Llewellyn a practiced expert, Jonathan a clumsy amateur desperate to keep up. He felt the faun's hands slide down his body, one along his back, one over his chest and stomach. Their came down to rest in the hem of his sweatpants, before tugging away the last pieces of Jonathan's clothing.
Llewellyn drew away from the kiss to look down over Jonathan's form. He noted the young man's slender legs, drawing up to broad, almost girlish hips. And he noticed that, although Jonathan was certainly a virgin, he kept his crotch neatly shaven. Llewellyn pressed a finger against the center of the young man's chest, trailing it downs slowly over his belly, through the short-cropped hair over his crotch and to the hard-standing length. From the root to the tip, he dragged his finger up along the shaft, then tapped the very tip. "You're beautiful, my dear friend," Llewellyn murmured, giving Jonathan another gentle kiss. Jonathan shivered, a drop of pre already emerging from his shaft as the faun's finger continued to tap against it.
Soon enough, the faun decided he'd teased the young man enough. He drew his hands away from Jonathan's body, turning away to the side. He lowered his hooves off of the bed, resting them against the hardwood floor. For a moment, Jonathan thought he'd done something wrong. He was ready to apologize and beg the faun not to stop, but Llewellyn didn't give him the chance. "Come over here and kneel between my legs. There's plenty you're going to have a chance to learn, I believe."
"Right," Jonathan whispered, unable to hide his excitement. He crawled over the bed, climbed off of it and settled down on his knees. It was strange, kneeling between the two goat-like legs. He raised his hands, then realized they were both still covered with his woolen mittens. Llewellyn chuckled as Jonathan hurried to remove them, tossing them off to the side in a hurry. With his hands bare, the young man placed one on either of the faun's legs, feeling down through the fleece. To his surprise, it was astonishingly soft and warm, where he expected it to be coarse. Jonathan petted his hands through it again and again as he smiled up to Llewellyn.
"You're going to learn to pleasure a man with your mouth, my friend," said the antlered man, reaching a coarse hand down to rest against the back of Jonathan's head. Gently, the faun tugged Jonathan in nearer and the young man offered no resistance. Before he knew it, his face was in against the thick, blanket-like fleece covering the faun's crotch. He turned his head from side to side slightly, rubbing it against his cheeks. Despite himself, Jonathan let an excited, bubbly giggle slip by him, though he fell silent as soon as he felt the soft, heavy warmth of Llewellyn's sac against his nose. He knew without any doubt now that the faun definitely had a scent and that, down here at his crotch, it was much like the forest with an undeniable tinge of sex.
Jonathan drew his head back just a few inches, raising his hands between the faun's thighs. He parted the thick fleece enough to find the faun's length, half-hard and already startling in side. Five inches, perhaps six, without being full in size. It was thick enough that when Jonathan closed his hand around it, his fingers only just met his thumb. He didn't hesitate to start stroking, drawing the faun's foreskin down to expose the head of his length, watching it swallow up the glans again as he tugged his hand up. He heard the faun gasp, felt those legs part a fraction further around him.
"Very good. Now, explore it, become acquainted. Mind your teeth," Llewellyn murmured. Jonathan hesitated, tugging his face away altogether. He looked back over his shoulder, the door to his bedroom immediately behind him. Although he remembered locking the door, he couldn't see to be certain from his position on the floor. Jonathan felt the Llewellyn's fingers curl gently in his hair, felt a tug coaxing him back to his work. "Don't worry, my friend. As you said, we have hours yet, hm?" Jonathan looked up over that hairy, muscled body, smiling and nodding to Llewellyn. He leaned in and stretched his tongue out of his mouth, his eyes on Llewellyn's as he ran his tongue along the underside, from the base to the tip, the first manhood he tasted belonging to a fantastical creature he only just met.
He found Llewellyn tasted very much how he smelled. A mixture of woodland scents and sex. Jonathan parted his lips and swallowed the faun's length into his mouth eagerly, testing just how far he could draw down on it without gagging. He felt Llewellyn hardening within his mouth, those five or six inches fast becoming eight, causing him to draw back along it. The faun sighed out in pleasure, starting to pet his fingers through Jonathan's hair. "You can't just hold it there, my dear. Start sucking and use your tongue. Bob your head as well. Yes, that's it," he hummed as he felt Jonathan moving eagerly to comply, the young man lovingly bobbing along the faun's thick length. The two watched each other's eyes all the while.
Acting on instinct, Jonathan stroked one of his hands in through the fleece of Llewellyn's thigh, reaching out to cup his sac. He petted against it carefully, gently juggling those two sensitive orbs. Llewellyn let out a soft, approving, "good boy." His length let out a few drops of its own, treating Jonathan to the taste. Jonathan drew in a deep breath through his nose, his eyes fluttering. There was something intoxicating about the taste, something that made him feel he needed more. He bounced his head a little faster, curled his tongue along the underside in a desperate attempt to coax more of the stuff out. He even suckled a little harder, attempting to nurse the stuff into his mouth.
With his eyes on Llewellyn's, he saw the faun's brow arch. "Careful, my dear," he heard the faun say, his voice strained under the feeling of Jonathan's mouth. "You wouldn't want to be addicted." There was that chuckle again. It only made Jonathan more eager, if such were possible. The young man wasn't certain he ever wanted to stop. Those drops and tastes became more frequent as he nursed on the faun's shaft. The scent became thicker and he found he loved it. His own length twitched, neglected and needy, all of his attention on the faun's shaft.
Willing it on, the faun bent forward, curling his body over the young man's. His arms wrapped around Jonathan's head, holding him in place, but not pulling him in too far on the shaft. A few moments and tongue motions more and Llewellyn flooded Jonathan's mouth with cum. Jonathan was shocked at first, before eagerly swallowing down gush after gush. The taste was stronger, more wonderful, then the previous samples had been. Llewellyn's length didn't shrink down following his orgasm and it was just as well, because Jonathan didn't feel done yet. The taste of Llewellyn's cum had only made him more desperate. He kept on sucking and swallowing.
Llewellyn released Jonathan's head, placing his hands on each of the young man's shoulders. He gently removed Jonathan from his length, showing his approval in a smile. "Very, very well done, my dear. But you've another hole, you know."
"I've heard that hurts," Jonathan murmured, though they both knew that wouldn't prevent anything. Llewellyn lowered his arms down, slipping one hand beneath each of Jonathan's arms. With surprising strength, he lifted Jonathan to his feet, then climbed to his own. His wounded leg was still a little bit ginger on the hardwood floor, but the faun had very little difficulty standing now. Jonathan looked down to the leg wrapped in his shirt, concerned, but Llewellyn silenced the protest before it began with yet another kiss. The faun could taste his own cum on Jonathan's tongue.
When their kiss broke, Llewellyn made his way around Jonathan, gently pushing the young man forward. Jonathan's hands fell onto the mattress, his waist bent forward and rear in the air for the faun. "Don't we need, um, lubricant and condoms?" He felt one coarse hand settle on either of his soft cheeks, squeezing and kneading them.
"You forget. I would hardly be much of a myth if I couldn't do a bit of magic." Jonathan felt a finger slide right inside of him, as though he had been lubricated and ready. His back arched upward. There didn't seem to be any of the discomfort he'd been warned about before, only a sudden feeling of warmth and an undeniable sense of pleasure. His length throbbed desperately. He felt Llewellyn's finger curl upward inside his backside, seeking out his prostate. It dragged over that sensitive nub as it pulled its way back out. Jonathan looked back at the faun over his shoulder, his eyes wide, pleading for more. He mouthed 'please.'
The first finger entered again, along with a second. There was a slight discomfort. Jonathan felt again as though his rump had been filled with a lubricant already. The fingers dragged out only to slide back in again, Llewellyn repeating the motion over and over. All it took was a few moments and Jonathan was rocking his hips back into each shove forward. Then came another finger, each lying alongside the others, starting to stretch Jonathan's rear open in preparation. Jonathan's breath was already coming short.. He heard Llewellyn's voice by his ear. "Do you want to face me, or be mounted as you are, my dear?"
The question was too much for Jonathan to contemplate in his current state. He opened his mouth to reply, but all he could muster up was a desperate, begging moan. Somehow, Llewellyn seemed to understand it. He slipped those fingers out of Jonathan's body, ignored the whine in protest his lover made. With that same unexpected strength, the faun turned Jonathan around, stooped to place a hand against the back of either of his thighs and lifted him clean off the floor. Jonathan clung on as though he was afraid he might fall, wrapping his legs around the faun's fur-covered waist, looping his arms around Llewellyn's neck. Llewellyn turned and carried him to the door, holding his exposed back against it.
Llewellyn's lips found Jonathan's. They teased one another's tongues as Llewellyn rubbed his tip along Jonathan's rear, seeking out his lover's opening. Once he found it he rolled his hips inward, parting the young man's opening around the thick head of his shaft. Jonathan cried out, his body tensing for an instant, his fingernails digging into Llewellyn's shoulders. The faun was unperturbed. He seized Jonathan's neck with his mouth, nipping, sucking. As soon as he felt Jonathan's rear relax, he sunk in another few inches. The two repeated the thrust, tense, relax until Jonathan could feel all eight - no, nine, he was sure now - inches buried in his rump. His own length was pressed tight against the faun's padded belly, leaving a slick line in the thick hair.
The faun's voice was by his ear again, Jonathan holding on tight, his breath light as he did his best to keep his rump from squeezing too tight around Llewellyn. He could feel every bump, every vein, every pulsing inch. "Are you ready, my dear love?" All Jonathan could do was nod his head.
The faun started moving in earnest, thrusting up into Jonathan's tight confines. The slender human, held pinned against the door, could only lean his head back and hold on. Llewellyn set to suckling at his neck again, teasing Jonathan with the occasional brush of teeth. Jonathan slid his fingernails along the faun's shoulders again. He could feel the fur coating the faun's thighs and waist brushing up against his legs with each thrust. Every time Llewellyn buried his shaft, Jonathan could just barely distinguish the sensation of the faun's sac tapping up against his underside.
"Don't stop," Jonathan pleaded. With each thrust, Llewellyn's soft belly rubbed and massaged Jonathan's shaft. All it took was a few moments for pre to cover the faun's stomach. Jonathan could feel his body being pressed more firmly against the door. Llewellyn's pace was building slowly, deliberately, each thrust gaining just a fraction more force. Jonathan closed his legs tighter around Llewellyn's waist, holding on all the tighter.
It didn't take very long for Jonathan to mumble some incoherent attempt at "I'm going to cum." He made an attempt to writhe in the faun's arms, but pinned as he was, it was difficult for him to make much movement at all. He scraped his nails along again, leaned in to kiss the faun desperately and covered both of their stomachs with gush after gush of cum. His insides clamped down tight and the faun slowed his pace to avoid hurting him, but Llewellyn didn't reach his second release just yet. Instead, while Jonathan's head was swimming in bliss, the faun pulled him off the door.
Llewellyn remained buried inside of Jonathan as he carried the smaller man through the room again. He slipped out once they reached the bed, lowering Jonathan onto it. "On your hands and knees, dear love," he murmured. Jonathan didn't hesitate to comply, rolling and propping his rear up into the air just as he was instructed. Llewellyn patted his ass appreciatively. "Good boy." Then he lined up his length again, teasing Jonathan by stroking it between his well-loved, yet wanting cheeks.
"Please," Jonathan mumbled again. He felt that thick shaft thrust into his rear again, right to the root. Llewellyn rolled his hips firm against Jonathan's rump for a few moments, reacquainting the smaller man with the sensation. Jonathan's head hung between his arms as he struggled to keep his breath even, looking down between his thighs. He could see the faun's fur-covered sac hanging behind his own, just as he could feel the fur tickling his thighs. His eyes slipped shut again as he felt Llewellyn start to draw out, the faun tugging his hips back until just the head of his length remained inside of the young man. Jonathan rolled his hips back to chase it.
The faun pounded his length back into the moaning Jonathan, the smaller man's back arching and his body shivering. Llewellyn rolled his hips tight against Jonathan's ass again for a few moments, before drawing out and repeating the motion. The faun leaned forward, laying his hair-covered chest over Jonathan's back, holding him firm in place as he bred the writhing boy's rear. His hips slapped against Jonathan's rump.
A few thrusts more and Jonathan felt Llewellyn's hands sliding up along his body, gripping his chest tight. The faun stood straight, tugging Jonathan onto his knees, closing his tight, squeezing flesh around the faun's cock. Llewellyn buried his shaft completely inside of his kneeling lover, before Jonathan felt a wet warmth filling his depths. Llewellyn withdrew and allowed Jonathan to topple forward onto the bed, puffing and panting, eyes closed and body exhausted. Llewellyn crawled onto the bed after him, sitting with his goat-like legs folded one atop the other. He ran a coarse hand over Jonathan's lithe back, appreciating each curve.
"Now then, my dear friend, I believe you have a decision to make."
The young man, thoroughly content besides the vague ache he now felt in his backside, turned his head and opened his eyes. He looked up to the faun as best he could, mustering a "hm?" and nothing more. His head was hazy again.
"After being seeded," Llewellyn patted his hand against Jonathan's rear, "you may either remain here in this world, with all of its tiresome toils. Or you may learn to move between them as I do. You must admit, it would make visiting one another much easier."
"Can I have a nap first? Today's had a lot of thinking and..." Jonathan trailed off with a heavy yawn, almost forgetting that he still had his relatives coming home to a house with a faun in it. "And I think I'd very much like to learn to see the inside of the envelope, too."
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