Demon King's Gardener

Jurao picked Braelin up without breaking the kiss, carrying his partner over to the bed and laying down so the human was straddling him again.

“Like this?” Braelin asked, pulling back and tilting his head.

“I am worried I might put too much weight on you if I get too… excited,” the King replied, larger set of hands bracketing his partner’s waist while he’d reached up to cup his face with the smaller set, “Since this is the first time.”

“Ah,” Braelin nodded, his own hands resting against Jurao’s chest. He considered, then said, “I’ll move first, then.”

Jurao watched in anticipation as his partner scooted back, letting his hands slide down the King’s chest as his blue eyes traced their progress.

“Oh,” the human said, experimentally running a finger down the edge of Jurao’s slit, “It’s actually tougher here.”

“For the protection,” the King confirmed, content to sit back for the moment.

Braelin’s brow furrowed in concentration as he tried rubbing at the small open part of the slit, gradually adding pressure until his fingers were able to press inside.

“Ah,” Jurao flinched.

“Alright?” his partner asked.

“Yes,” the King said, leaning forward to kiss the man’s brow, “Just didn’t expect the sensation.”

Braelin nodded with a smile as Jurao leaned back - then continued experimentally rubbing the soft walls inside Jurao’s cloaca.

The King started controlling his breathing - tail swaying as he moved his larger set of hands off his partner. There it was again - that feeling he now recognized as arousal - settling low in his abdomen and making his face feel warm.

Using his smaller arms, he moved his hands up his partner’s thighs.

Braelin flinched, “Ah - sorry, wasn’t expecting that. You can keep going.”

Jurao hummed an acknowledgment, letting his hands continue upward. While he’d often held his partner while kissing, that was clothed, and he hadn’t even thought to… explore. He felt his way up his partner’s stomach, seeing if he could discover those sensitive areas for himself.

Braelin’s breathing got a little heavier as well, and he shifted his weight in Jurao’s lap.

The King saw it then - looking much like Kloy’s diagram, his partner’s member was still soft and lying against his skin. Jurao slid one of his hands back down to his partner’s thigh and asked, “How should I… touch you.”

Braelin snorted softly and sat up a bit, “I’ll show you what I do for myself.”

Jurao watched closely, wanting to understand how to make his partner feel good.

Braelin didn’t stop rubbing Jurao’s slit but used his other hand to gently grasp his cock and start slowly rubbing up and down the length of it. It began to change color - growing redder at the tip as it stiffened up in his partner’s grasp.

The human flinched as the King’s member bumped up against his fingers, “Is that your…?”

“Yes,” Jurao said and gently reached out to replace his partner’s hand with his own, “I believe I understand.”

Braelin moved his hand aside - putting it against Jurao’s stomach to brace himself as he said, “Oh, that’s… different.”

“From the vines,” Jurao asked, carefully copying the pumping motion - the human’s cock was warmer than he’d anticipated and seemed to stiffen even faster under the King’s touch.

Braelin nodded with a soft noise, “They’re… smoother. And not… warm.”

The tip of Jurao’s cock pushed through his slit as he took in the flushed expression, “Ah.”

“Should I…” Braelin started, then paused, pulling his hand away, “Oh, wait - move your hand away.”

Jurao did, curious.

Braelin shifted forward and carefully rubbed his cock against the King’s slit.

“Mhn,” Jurao’s cock everted further, and he forced himself not to pull his partner tight against his chest. It was probably better to go slowly.

Braelin breathed out harshly, now bracing both arms on Jurao’s stomach as he continued rubbing his cock against his partner’s slit and partially everted member, “It’s so… ha, wet.”

Jurao’s smaller hands had settled back on his partner’s thighs, his larger ones digging into the mattress at his side as he concentrated on controlling his strength. He breathed, “Yes.”

Jurao everted to full length as Braelin continued rubbing against him, his cock wrapping and unwrapping both ends around the hard, hot length that was his human partner’s dick. It was less than half the size of his own equipment, but that didn’t seem to make much difference.

“Are you… worried about,” Braelin paused, shivering as his partner’s cock kept moving, “Hurting me?”

“Yes,” Jurao said, even as his grip on the human’s thighs tightened, “I… you are so small, and… soft. And…”

Without quite meaning to, one of his hands reached up and ghosted over the large scar on his partner’s chest, “Fragile.”

Braelin breathed in sharply, then gasped out, “Oh.”

“Ah,” Jurao asked.

“Can I try,” his partner asked, putting a hand over Jurao’s to press it against his chest, “Ah, fucking you?’

Jurao also breathed in sharply, unsure what had caused the request, but replied, “Yes.”

Braelin nodded, then shifted a bit so he could rub at the base of Jurao’s slit with his fingers first - pressing in carefully.

The King moaned in surprise, bending to gently bump his forehead against the top of his partner’s head.

“Good?” the human asked.

“Yes,” Jurao confirmed.

Braelin nodded again, exploring more with his fingers before shifting again. He let go of Jurao’s hand over his chest, using that hand to push the King’s cock out of the way as he held his own member in his other hand. Still, he pushed the tip in carefully.

Jurao’s hand moved up to cup his partner’s neck and cheek, holding himself as still as he could as he held his breath.

Braelin released both of their cocks as he slid forward, seating his cock all the way inside Jurao’s slit. The hard heat against the underside of his dick made Jurao want to squirm, and his breath stuttered out with the effort of remaining still.

“Tell me if… I need to stop,” Braelin said - then slowly started rocking his hips into gentle thrusts.

Jurao’s cock writhed between them - hitting the soft skin of his partner’s torso on one side and the rough skin of the King’s stomach on the other. It was a confusing but ultimately pleasant feeling, but he still thought it best to let his partner be the one to move.

As Braelin picked up his pace, he turned his head up to kiss the King.

Jurao thought it felt far different than their usual kissing - but also comfortingly familiar. It grounded him, in a way - the feel of his partner’s lips against his own, even with all the new, unfamiliar sensations.

Braelin continued kissing him, cupping Jurao’s face in his hands as his mouth pressed into different angles against the King’s. Jurao used his grip on his partner’s thigh to steady him, one of his larger hands hesitantly moving to grip Braelin’s waist.

The human pulled back, breathless, as he said, “I really like… how careful you are. It… makes me feel…” Braelin seemed to pause as if reconsidering what he was about to say. He rested his head on Jurao’s shoulder before settling on, “Home.”

Jurao felt… like he’d been hit by some kind of spell that made his entire body tingle. His larger hand moved to his partner’s back, gently pressing him closer. He said, “I think… I would very much like… to be your home.”

Braelin breathed out heavily, rocking his hips forward and shuddering as Jurao felt something hot mixing with his cloacal fluid. His partner gasped, “Sorry… didn’t mean to…”

Jurao hummed, stroking the other man’s back comfortingly as his cock continued writhing between them, “It’s… alright.”

Braelin shifted - pulling his member out of his partner’s genital slit and gently rubbing the demon’s length with both hands.

Jurao was not long in following the human in climaxing - making a mess of both their stomachs in the process. He sighed as he fell back against the head of the bed, feeling content for the moment.

Braelin was equally boneless on top of him and said, “That was nice.”

“I agree,” the King hummed, a hand idly stroking his partner’s back again.

“We should,” Braelin paused to yawn, “Try the other way around next time.”

“Perhaps,” Jurao said, “Though I enjoyed this way well enough.”

His partner smiled, closing his eyes and shifting to lay a bit more comfortably, “I’m glad.”

The King hummed again, feeling drowsy himself - but as much as he wanted to sleep and nothing else, he thought they should probably clean up again first.

Braelin barely stirred as Jurao stood and carried his partner with him to the washroom. The King cleaned the both of them off quickly before returning to bed, still feeling warm as he curled around his partner to sleep.

When he naturally woke at his usual time for training and got up, he noticed a slight soreness in his cloaca - he thought it was probably nothing since it was ignorable enough not to deter him. When he returned, however, he decided to confirm with someone more knowledgeable.

“Feyl left a note saying the two of you had decided to try having sex,” Forvi snorted, picking up the clothing items left around the room and taking them to the laundry basket, “But I didn’t quite believe him. How did it go?”

“It was very pleasant,” Jurao replied, pausing on his way to the washroom, “Ah, but if I could ask you a question…”

“About sex?” the prince smiled as his brows arched, “I’m all ears.”

“Is soreness usual,” the King asked.

“Usually, the penetrated party experiences soreness,” Forvi nodded, glancing at the bed, “But it shouldn’t be anything drastic so long as you weren’t too vigorous.”

“No, I don’t think so,” Jurao nodded, brushing past his new valet, “It’s already going away, after all.”

“... what is?” Forvi asked.

“The soreness,” the King replied - frowning. He thought he’d been fairly straightforward on that point when he asked…

Forvi blinked at him, then smiled for some reason, “Oh, you’re the one that’s sore. Sorry, I made some incorrect assumptions.”

“No harm done,” Jurao said, leaving the prince behind as he went to clean up.

By the time he and Braelin dressed for the day and headed to breakfast, Forvi had let Kloy into the receiving room.

“Good morning,” the Royal Physician smiled, “I thought it would be prudent to check if either of you had questions about anything you experienced last night.”

“I had one,” Jurao said, “But Prince Forvi already answered it.”

“You don’t really think they would…” Forvi paused, then smiled, “Never mind.”

Kloy hummed an agreement, but Jurao wasn’t sure as to what.

“I didn’t have any questions,” Braelin stated, “Your advice worked perfectly well.”

The Royal Physician nodded, “So you two were able to have a pleasant night?”

“Very pleasant,” Jurao confirmed.

Braelin nodded as well, offering his partner a smile.

Kloy snorted in amusement - then looked around the room, “I notice your valet is missing, my lord.”

“Ah,” Forvi chuckled, “That would be because Jurao has two valets as of late yesterday evening,” he turned to Jurao, “You should address me less formally, by the way.”

“But you are still a prince, even as a valet,” the King replied.

“... fair enough,” Forvi shrugged.

“Oh my,” Kloy laughed, “Ergirri will get a kick out of this…”

“I’d be surprised if he doesn’t take the opportunity to visit,” Forvi agreed, “Best keep your good wine ready.”

“Ready?” the Royal Physician snorted, “More like hidden.”

“Hm?” Braelin asked.

“Ergirri is the former King, Forvi’s father,” Jurao explained, “He and Kloy are close friends.”

“Best friends, even,” Forvi chuckled, “Ever since Kloy saved his life and all.”

“Oh please,” the doctor rolled his eyes, “It was long before that.”