Mirror Mirror

When the first shock of recognition and joy is over, and they lie entwined upon the bed, Edmund still fully clad, even if wandering hands have found their way inside to his skin, Tumnus says, "I have not been faithful to you, my Edmund."

Edmund doesn't care. Tumnus is his now; it has been written in the stars. "S'okay," he mumbles. "As long as you will be from now on."

"As my king commands."

Edmund's drowsy contentment evaporates instantly, and he sits up, scowling and rearranging his clothes. "Don't you want to be?"

Tumnus looks a little scared, but his chin thrusts forward. "Fidelity is not natural to fauns," he points out. "But of course I don't want to make you unhappy. I will abide by human rules."

Edmund scowls even deeper. "Don't do me any favours!" he snaps.

Tumnus sits up and pulls Edmund's stiffly unresponsive body closer. "I expressed it badly, my king. I will be faithful to you until death."

"I should think so," Edmund grumbles. He allows Tumnus to coax his mouth open, and probe with that long agile tongue into his mouth. Now that he comes to think of it, it really doesn't seem right that Tumnus has had other lovers and he has not. He resolves to think about this later, but right now Tumnus is tugging at his tunic, and then his braes. When he lies naked in front of his lover at last, he feels vulnerable and powerful all in one. The look in Tumnus' eyes would scorch wood, he thinks.

"Edmund. Edmund Pevensie. Ed-mund." Tumnus is playing his body like an instrument, tweaking and stroking, and kissing. His tongue leaves a trail of tiny sparks wherever it goes, and the sparks seem to light a deeper fire in him. He whimpers as at last the taunting trail leads to his cock, ready and waiting like a spear at the core of him. No-one has ever done this to him. There were whispers at school, but the whole thing seemed so unlikely to an eleven-year-old. Who would put their mouth THERE?

But oh, Tumnus does. And Edmund has found the reason more than sufficient. He wishes it could go on forever, and as he thinks so a bolt of lightning shoots through him setting fire to every nerve in his body and he shouts as he comes in Tumnus' mouth.

Tumnus looks pleased with himself. He pulls himself on top of Edmund, the friction from his furry groin almost unbearably arousing in the wake of Edmund's orgasm. He rubs his own, still-hard cock into Edmund's hip as Edmund languidly curls under his sweaty, straining partner. Soon Tumnus groans and shudders, and there is sticky come all over Edmund's belly.

Fine by Edmund. More than fine. He holds his lover wonderingly. He wants to do that again.