Finally a moment of respite, Tents are set, fire is lit, purpose is made clear.
The spot they found was rather cozy. Big rock on one side, to shield them from winds, Big log on the other. The two set themselves up on the opposite sides of the small campfire. Syn was eating some sort of dried jerky, cutting off slices with his long claws, stuffing them into his maw, chewing on them loudly. Legs spread wide, the man was clearly comfortable.
Elowynn was enjoying themself an apple, nice, red and crunchy. The juice dripping down their chin. They were looking past the flickering fire, at Syn. Their eyes scanning across their companion, Taking in the colour of their scales, the bare, toned physique. As Their eyes wandered lower, their hand pressed in between their legs, they noticed that Syn's junk was poking from the side of his loincloth. They shook their head, taking a second glance, but there it was. Thick and meaty, and most importantly throbbing.
El Gulped loudly, "Uhm, Syn?" He started
"Yeah?" The Y'tan asked after swallowing his catch.
The Dreamwalker looked away, clearly embarrassed. "Your dick is poking out."
Syn looked down, and indeed, the reddish meatrod was indeed poking out "Why were you staring there anyway?" He asked, with a bit of a chuckle.
"I was looking into the middle distance, excuse you... and it just happened to be there" The Dreamwalked tried to laugh it off, but the laugh sounded almost fake.
Y'tan Nodded with a smirk "Sure, Sure mr middle distance." He hummed sarcastically and corrected his loincloth to cover up the length. Though with middling success, as the outline of the shaft was still clearly visible. "And now you're staring because?" The giant lizard questioned the young Dreamwalker.
Elowynn flushed with bright red and immediately looked away, their hand squeezing the equally as red fruit. "I'm not! I was looking at you! This isn't fair." They complained and slumped against the tree.
"Hey, what's a little dick staring between friends anyway" Syn laughed and chomped on the chunk of meat he was eating. The sharp teeth digging easily into the hard flesh, the long tongue
"I uh, Don't know, actually." El said and finished their apple, throwing its core into the fire, filling the smoke with a mildly sweet scent, sadly it was overshadowed by the smell of the burnt birch. "I think I'm going to hit the hay early."
Y'tan nodded along. "Wise choice, If we can get up early, we'll get to the city before lunch maybe." He chomped on the last bits of his dried meat, trying to be a little quieter with his chewing.
"Maybe we can, I really hope so, I'm sick of dried meat." They admitted as they unfurled their bedroll just to climb into it. "I pray for a shower, or a bathhouse."
"Bathhouse would be nice, I would be able to get you to help me with my scales, I've got gunk stuck in between." large claws started poking in the scales, trying to get the dirt from them.
"Gross, I'll help... maybe." Elowynn turned his back to the Y'tan. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight El." The reply came slightly delayed, but eventually Syn climbed into his own bedroll.
The next couple minutes were quiet, the crackling of fire filled the soundscape, At least until El heard Syn turn around for a couple seconds as if he was checking if El was asleep. Then, there was a quiet huff and the sound of a rhythmic movement of a hand against the covers.
Elowynn laid there quietly, trying not to move too much, so as to not alarm Syn. Their hand slowly, inch by inch drifted towards his own pants, as Syn's forearm moved up and down his length. El could hear the soft scales of his hand rub against the covers.
Dreamwalkers fingers finally reached their t-dick, wrapping their two fingers around the soft cockhead, rubbing it up and down while their imagination ran wild listening to Syn's calm, soft breathing. Their mind projected images of syn's hand running over the engorged, veiny, twitchy member. How the precum gathered in large beads at the tip of it, slowly dripping down his length, ready to be licked off. El licked their lips, as if in anticipation.
Their fingers gently moved around the gently engorged clit, rubbing its tip with the middle finger, their lungs burning from withholding the gasp that tried to sneak out.
Syn huffed quietly from across the campfire. He must've been getting close. Elowynn wondered what the Y'tan was thinking of, what he was picturing in his mind while doing it. There was an ember of hope that it was them, the thought stuck to them, embedded somewhere at the centre of their brain. In the smutty theatre of mind, Elowynn could see themself gently working their way up the shaft, leaving gentle kisses, while their fingers rubbed the soft lips of his slit. Just for their lips to finish at the tip, licking off the pre, their hands running upwards, gliding across their stomach, feeling the hard, chiselled muscles underneath their palms.
Finally there was a grunt, then another one - more tense this time. The Y'tan came with a grunt louder than he seemingly expected, as Elowynn heard him turn around quickly, checking if Dreamwalker was sleeping. Syn grabbed some sort of rag, and started cleaning himself off, and El pulled their hand from their pants, Quick thought ran through their head, and they licked the slick off, imagining it was Syn's, Just to then bury their face in the pillow, ashamed. There was this burning feeling in their loins, and an icy one somewhere in their stomach.
Syn made sure that El was sleeping once again, then lifted himself a little, to stuff the dirty rag into a side pocket of his backpack, hoping to discard it later. He then laid back in his sleeping bag, this time to actually sleep, now that the incessant pressure was relieved, taken care of.
Elowynn fell asleep shortly after, still embarrassed, their dreams plagued with the sight of Y'tan's scales, broad shoulders and that tail coiling softly around their waist in this possessive manner.
It was enough to say that El woke up slightly wet down below, hoping that Syn wouldn't notice. They were trying to push off the embarrassing thoughts aside, but the sight of their companions brought them back again and again.
"Slept well?" Syn asked, looking at the Dreamwalker, with a bit of curiosity at their stunned face.
Elowynn shook their head, snapping out of it, at least for now. "I, Uh. It was alright. Uh, Nothing will beat a soft bed once we're in town." They dodged the question with a modicum of grace.
"Yes, I crave soft pillows, I want a warm bath too." Syn said with something of a smile.
"You said so. We'll see what we can do." Elowynn said and started packing their bags, then checked the fireplace which was fully out since a couple of hours, even the ashes were cold by now.
