{NSFW} Raze/Zen Somno #1

Raze moved through the woods, his tail tense against his back, the cold metal blade over the flanged end an ever present discomfort. Bare feet stepping lightly, ax in hand and a faint glimmer of black smoke as he crept.

He swept the perimeter carefully. Weaving an illusion over the clearing as he moved, the empty tree line sprouted a rocky protrusion as his spell faded, a smile as he knew they were hidden.

The sky was clear, the moons gone from the sky for a few days. He came back to find Zendak asleep, head propped against his telescope. Raze took in the sight as he sat down, slowly pulling the blade from his tail.

Watching as he changed, his coat and tunic replaced with a bare chest, pants dropped, letting the cool air touch his skin.

“Oh fuck…” he whispered the swear as he watched Zendak fall off the telescope, the boy faceplanting into the grass. Raze immediately rushed over, exasperation as he noted the elf still asleep. “Lazy, stop sleeping in your gear!”

The chiding was silent,  not willing to wake his sleeping lover. He looked him over, noting how tight the maroon pants were. Drawing close, he traced the curve with his palm, down the curve, an excited giggle as his hand cupped the bulge. The firm prize beneath called to him, feeling his own body’s response.

He moved his hand more, reaching under the leather belt and popping the clasp, quickly undoing the ones that held tight to the legs. Gently set aside he tugged the string that held the trousers and pulled the pants down, slow and careful.

His hands gliding across the soft thighs, lingering a moment at the smooth skin, the faint freckles almost glowing, a mirror of the sky above.

He moved on, slowly pulling the pants off the legs and setting them aside as well. Attention shifted to Zendak’s chest, a frown creasing Raze’s face with dawning realization.

He pushed the shirt down. Bunching it with the short vest, fingers trailing along the hollow of the spine as they came back up. Fingers hooked under the waistband of Zendak’s briefs when he stopped, moving his hands instead to cup the round ass before him.

He prodded them softly, rolling his hands over the bright pink cloth. He gave them a slap, confident in Zendak’s heavy sleep. He watched the slight bounce from the slap, watched as the front bounced back towards him, drawing his attention to the tightening bulge.

Rubbing with both hands he could feel the cloth tighten. His mouth lowered to it, lips brushing the bulge as his hands pulled the briefs back. His pinky wrapped around the glans, holding the shaft to the body.

He let the dark grey testicles fall, giggling as they bounced against his face. He pulled back on the waistband before letting it snap against Zendak. A small grunt made Raze’s face fall for a moment before turning his attention back to his goal.

He gently let the shaft of the drows cock down, the half-hard cock resting softly against his face as he stroked the cock, rolling the foreskin between his fingers.

Raze felt the thick precum roll out from under the foreskin. He pulled his finger to his lips, tasting the bitter fluid.

He stood, stretching back, far as his back arched, his tail following the arc. Groaning as he straightened out, he grabbed Zendaks hips, gently rolling him onto his back, legs spread.


The star filled sky gazed down upon Raze as he moved to straddle Zendak, his hips resting gently on the dark grey thighs. His hand gently grabbed Zendak’s cock, rolling the foreskin down the shaft.

He moved slowly, his gaze locked on the sleeping face, the soft round face. He watched the pointed ears twitching.

He rolled his hand down the shaft, thumb pressed into it, watching as the tip of the ears move in a quick series of twitches.

He rubbed the slow trickle of precum down the shaft. Moving his own cock close he held Zendaks in an open palm. Focused on the boys face as he moved, the ridges of his own cock massaging Zendaks.

He held the motion till he heard Zendak let out a small moan, his hands pulling close to his face, as his ears seemed to press into his head.

Raze moved his hand in a flash, cupping the head of the sleeping boys cock as he moaned. The pulse of cum splashed into his hand, the hot sensation made him feel his own body lurch, longing for its own release.

He held, feeling his hand fill with the cum, now dribbling from the tip as the foreskin rolled back up. He looked down, the dark grey cock streaked with white, his own cock shimmering from proximity. He saw his hands, cupped and full, the viscous fluid faintly reflective in the starlight.

He raised his hands, quickly drinking the cum. He let it sit in his mouth, while rubbing the remaining on his face in a mockery of paint.

The thick taste, like under-ripe citrus, tinged with the brine of sea water. He swallowed, the thick mouthful made his body jolt. His eyes saw a flash of white as his own cum splashed across Zendak’s face.

He covered his mouth as the orgasm took shape. The smell on his hands spurring him on. Every shot of cum felt stronger as it streaked across his sleeping love.

He desperately grabbed at himself, rough and frantic motions as he rubbed his own cock. One hand gripped Zendak’s. Rolling the soft shaft, not a cummy mess, while he stroked himself with fervor. He heard himself moaning, unabashedly and loudly. Every shot drawing another moan until he was caught in one long moan.

He watched through half closed eyes as he coated his lover in a blanket of white. His hands stopped, and moved to Zendaks his, pushing the pooling cum up, over his chest.

The thin muscle hidden and lithe. But he felt it as his fingers moved up.
And up.
Up to his throat.
Up.
Up to his face, also coated from the initial shots.

He smeared it. Drawing a skull in his viscous cum.

He he held his face. Shaking from the toll, looking over his still sleeping friend. He leaned down, shamelessly licking Zendak clean. His tongue explored the body as it worked. Raze’s through filled with nothing but cleaning, and enjoyment.


He finally got to Zendaks face, cupping it as he kissed him. His thumb brushing the scars on his cheeks.

He saw the shock of blue faintly as Zendak opened his eyes slightly.

“Raze, go to sleep. Its stary and sleeping time.”

The incoherent voice mumbled, heavy eyes falling closed as he got Raze in a forceless headlock.

He gave in, laying down with his other half, falling asleep with the vision of Zendak, coated in the visuals of their love.