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More often than not, Kurt tended to forget that some people in the manor wouldn’t ever be fully used to his ability. Given how long he’s had to get used to it, nowadays it comes to Kurt himself as second nature. Maybe that’s why he wasn’t all that bothered- inconvenienced at most, really- when he woke up smaller than he’d fallen asleep.
Must’ve been a frightful dream, he thought to himself.
Once he was out from under the blanket he’d been under, he took a look around. Morning light was streaming in through a window close by, filtered enough by the curtains to be gentle rather than blinding to his sleepy eyes. The room was quiet... in a cozy way. Comfortable! And yet… he had the feeling that something was off.
Kurt stretched, a content little yawn escaping as he looked around. He hadn’t caught it at first, since the rooms of Oletus Manor were near identical until decorated by the person inhabiting them, but... He wasn’t in his own room...? For a moment he furrowed his brow in confusion, but then it hit him and he nearly slapped his forehead with an open palm. That’s right!
Swiftly, and while mentally scoffing at himself for not remembering immediately, he climbed up the pillow he was leaning against to get a good look at his surroundings and the still-unconscious man next to him. Murro was just barely beginning to stir, and Kurt sat back with a smile as he watched his companion slowly prop himself up on one elbow.
Kurt thinks he can comfortably call Murro his best friend. And Kurt knows for a fact that he’s the closest survivor to Murro. (Even if the man said his boar was his best friend!) So, when the Wildling had been feeling quite stressed and anxious and politely requested the Explorer stay the night in his room to converse until they fell asleep, Kurt naturally hurried right over!
“Good morning, Murro!” Kurt’s cheerful voice seemed to startle the man awake, because in response Murro very nearly fell out of the bed when he whirled around to stare blankly at the Explorer. Oh, dear, he supposed he was a little close to his ear then.
“K-Kurt Frank, you-” He sat up, blanket pulled up against himself. “You scared the- the living daylights out of me...!” There was a hint of embarrassment in his stammer, and Kurt couldn’t help the cheeky smile on his face.
“Sorry, sorry! You’re certainly awake now, though!”
Murro ran a hand through his messy hair, looking away with what Kurt had to guess was a certain bashfulness. His face was definitely flushed enough... Was he really that embarrassed over such a silly thing? Or was it about Kurt being in his room at all? Murro had been the one who asked him to visit last night, after all!
“Are you feeling alright, though?” Kurt tilted his head, climbing over to place a tiny hand on Murro’s own. “I didn’t scare you that badly, did I?”
With a subdued little smile, Murro shook his head. “Of course not, friend. You just woke me from an odd dream, is all.” That sounded fair... but Murro’s voice was even more timid than usual! How was he supposed to not be concerned?
“And you’re quite sure...?” Kurt wouldn’t press much with anyone else, but... they had a different boundary, he should think.
Murro’s grip tightened on the blanket. “Positive.”
There was a quiet moment where Kurt eyed him suspiciously, but relented and settled in the crook of his friend’s arm. Something was definitely bothering the Wildling... but if he wasn’t going to talk, Kurt could do nothing to help him! He picked at a loose strand on Murro’s clothing idly.
“Well-” Kurt spoke up again, to break the silence. “Shall we get breakfast? If you don’t mind carrying me to the dining hall, of course. I imagine your boar must be hungry, too!”
Murro blinked, gaze lingering on Kurt for a moment before resting on his slumbering boar on the floor next to the bed. He seemed to consider it, but shook his head. “Er- perhaps in a moment. But right now I- I think I want to sit for a while longer.” His hands fumbled with the blanket again. Had he noticed before that Murro was holding it over himself in such a peculiar manner?
Kurt was starting to get an idea of what was wrong with his best friend.
“So you’re not hungry at all?” Kurt held back a knowing smile as he moved to stand on Murro’s arm, careful to stay balanced.
“N-... No...?” Murro’s brows were furrowed in worry as Kurt walked up his forearm casually.
“You always want to eat right when you wake up, though!” The Explorer took note of how he jumped, slightly, when Kurt stepped down onto his thigh.
“I... K-Kurt, friend, what are you doing...?”
Kurt came up to where Murro’s hands firmly held the blanket over his lap, and rather than pull at the blanket he stopped and looked back up at the Wildling. His smile was still playful, but had a much softer undertone as he put a hand on one of Murro’s fingers.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed with me, you know. I’d never laugh at you, don’t you know that?”
When Murro registered what Kurt was getting at, his cheeks flushed darkly and he seemed to trip over whatever words he was trying to stammer out.
“O-Oh, oh hell, I’m so sorry...!” One of Murro’s hands flew to his hair to muss it up some. “I-I really didn't want you to see that. It’s just- It’s, you know, it’s morning , and- hey! ”
His sentence broke off into a startled yelp, the Wildling having not noticed in his panic that Kurt had been using both arms to roll the blanket back and expose his erection.
With a little hum, he looked back over his shoulder at Murro. “Oh, don't worry about that at all! It happens to the best of us!”
“Y-Yes, but...” Murro swallowed and tried not to gasp too loudly when Kurt placed a tiny hand on the tent in his pants. It seemed that even through the fabric this was a lot for the Wildling!
Thankfully for his companion, Kurt didn't intend on moving away just yet. His poor friend was so worked up over this, and they really were close... With that in mind, the Explorer worked both hands under the hem of Murro’s pants and pulled it high. Taking the hint, his much larger friend began hesitantly pulling them off.
“I- er, I’m not sure what you- what you're planning, Kurt, but-” He tugged the clothing down his legs sheepishly. “I trust you plenty. J-Just know that you don't have to do anything...! Oh, this is so embarrassing-”
Kurt chuckled quietly as Murro spoke. He was so reluctant, when Kurt was so clearly offering this service! “I want to, Murro. Try not to worry so much! Now... How does this feel?” With a careful step closer, Kurt placed both hands on Murro, feeling the sides of his length through the remaining fabric of his underwear. Clearly he felt this lot more, because Kurt very nearly lost his balance when Murro’s hips suddenly jerked underneath his feet.
“Damn it, sorry!” Came the swift apology. Kurt simply didn't let it deter him and this time pressed his body against it as well.
“No need to apologize, you can move as much as you want.” Kurt cast a glance back as he said it, getting a good look at how Murro covered his mouth and shivered at the sensation of Kurt's body against him. Murro was... incredibly warm. His heat seemed to pulsate through the fabric with every sensitive twitch of his erection.
It actually made Kurt begin to feel kind of excited himself. He wrapped both arms as much as he could around the clothed length, heat traveling downwards in his own gut as his hips brushed the fabric. Maybe... he should get his own pants off as well.
Once Kurt had stepped away, just a second, to carefully strip out of his own clothing, he was spurred on by a hitched groan from Murro at the lack of touch. It… thrilled Kurt, in a way, to have his companion be getting so wound up and needy over his attention. Especially while he was so small...! As soon as he was bare, he returned to his diligent work, movements much more fervent as he felt up the length of his friend and mouthed gently through the fabric.
“K-Kurt-” Murro sputtered. “Kurt, I need- er- can I...?” He sheepishly gripped the hem of his underpants with a fist, pleading in his voice. Well, when he was asking so nicely, how could Kurt say no? He nodded eagerly and began helping Murro expose himself completely.
The feeling of running his hands over Murro’s bare skin was... much different. He almost felt a sort of shyness come over him that hadn’t been there before, as he simply took in the sight before him. The Wildling’s length, while not very thick, made up for itself in length.
Kurt couldn't help but wonder what Murro was feeling- what such tiny hands running so thoroughly over his skin must feel like.
He let out a quiet, shuddery sigh when he realized he was getting way too into that idea, and remembered to move rather than stand there thinking about it. He could tell Murro was growing desperate, too; a muffled grunt and another unsteady snap of his hips clued him in on that much. Kurt had to hug both arms around Murro’s length to avoid being sent toppling!
Well, now that I’m here... Kurt closed the distance between him and Murro’s shaft, using both his arms and torso to rub now. He could feel how hot his own body was getting- he panted and huffed quietly at how wet he’d become.
He wondered if Murro felt that on him too.
No sooner did that idea come to mind that a shudder overtook him and he nearly doubled over at the thought. He- It was getting to be too much.
“M-Murro...” Kurt gasped, louder than he meant to, and felt his knees buckle when Murro’s hips shifted once more. On his knees, arms still around Murro, he shivered once more. How he must look right now...! “You can... You can use your hands if you- if you want, Murro! P-Please...?”
There was a moment where Murro didn’t respond, and Kurt looked back up to him. The Wildling looked... completely unraveled. Face beet red, hair messier than it already was, shuddering and panting like he was barely keeping it together.
Perhaps he needed to touch Kurt just as much as Kurt needed to be touched.
“Are you- but- y-you’re certain?” Murro brought a hand over, but hesitated. Kurt took note of the way his hand twitched, as if he was itching to go forward with it but simply too bashful to take the reins. It was... endearing, to Kurt. He found it a charming quality of Murro’s. He certainly knew he would be in good hands- er, literally.
“Yes, yes! Please, Murro, I’m asking you to!” Kurt’s plea sounded much breathier than he’d planned for it to. It got the message across, thankfully, and Kurt gasped softly at the feeling of thin, gentle fingers curling carefully around him.
Kurt’s been held before. Many, many times, actually- more than he can count! But that being said... It was much different when it was like this. Murro’s grip was gentle but firm, focused but unsteady, and Kurt could feel both how careful Murro was being, and how much Murro was dying to move.
Once Murro adjusted his grip and seemed comfortable with how he was holding Kurt, the Explorer could feel him begin to move. Slowly, tentatively, at first- as if testing the waters. Kurt tried not to squirm too much as he did this- even if it was hard not to press his hips down against Murro’s length. Having Murro’s hand around him like this... Kurt could feel so much of Murro’s shaft flush with his body. The way his legs were pushed apart, he could feel it right against his wet heat.
Kurt heard Murro curse under his breath from the pleasure, beginning to steadily increase his pace. Almost immediately, the friction against Kurt’s folds felt unbearable to the miniscule man. A choked moan made it past his lips as he writhed, overwhelmed by the feeling. Being able to hear the grunts and pants of his fellow survivor only worsened the throbbing of his heat, Murro just sounded so good when he wasn’t holding back so much.
On that note... Murro must have been starting to really lose himself, because Kurt could feel his hips jerking erratically into his hand and into Kurt. He just couldn’t seem to get enough now that Kurt had basically begged him to let himself go. It was almost shocking how wild the Wildling could really be when he wasn’t so hesitant, fucking into the feeling of Kurt almost savagely and battering the tiny Explorer in the best way possible. Kurt... would definitely be keeping it in mind for the next time.
Next time? When did Kurt decide there would be a next time?
Murro’s hips snapping mercilessly against him pulled Kurt right out of that thought again with a whine and a moan. He absolutely couldn’t focus on anything if he tried now- he was too dazed to think about anything other than how it felt to be used by his best friend. When he realized that he could feel his own wetness dripping down Murro’s cock with each throb of pleasure, he knew he was done for. Before he could even prepare himself he was finishing hard.
When the pressure didn’t let up, Kurt found himself crying out from the feeling of even more friction. Fuck! Murro definitely wouldn’t have been able to notice him finish! He could only whimper and gasp, helpless to the unrelenting pleasure until Murro himself was done!
Even though the Wildling himself wasn’t far from it himself, it felt much longer to the painfully overstimulated Kurt. The feeling was incredible, almost too good. In no way had the Explorer ever expected to get so much out of being used like a toy by his closest companion. God, what would the others think of such an embarrassing thing?
That was when Murro’s already shaky and uncoordinated movements got even sloppier, and he threw his head back with a strangled, desperate sound as his jerky movements slowed to a halt. Kurt could hardly register it, but the realization of what was about to happen managed to dawn on him seconds before it did, and he braced himself as much as he could against Murro’s cock. He knew it was about to be messy, and he knew it would send him over the edge again.
When the Wildling released at last, Kurt almost saw stars from how hard he came right after. The Explorer was thoroughly spent, dazed, covered, and shaking from overstimulation. He practically had to remind himself how to breathe as Murro all but collapsed back down against his pillow, chest heaving from the exertion of it all.
...Then it seemed to set in what the two had just done, and he bolted upright again with a yelp.
“Sh-Shit! Kurt, hold on- I- I’m so sorry-” Murro pulled his hand back quickly from his abused length, bringing Kurt with it and fretting immediately over his friend. “Th-That was so messy, damn it, I should have warned you- L-Let’s get you cleaned up, alright?”
Kurt groaned quietly, propping himself up on his elbows in Murro’s hands as the Wildling quickly began shuffling out of bed. (Finally waking up his boar, rather disgruntled at being roused from its slumber.) Kurt couldn’t help the goofy little smile on his face as he laughed softly at Murro’s fumbling and worrying. “It’s quite alright...! Oh, but yes, please , let’s.”
If the exciting romp didn’t make up for itself, being doted on with warm water and soft towels certainly did. Kurt couldn’t help the fuzzy feeling in his chest at being given so much care and attention by the well-meaning Wildling.
Maybe there could be a next time.