He was distinctly aware of the rough feeling of the wall as it pressed up against his skin. It ground into the soft bellies of his arms, scraped along the high angling of his cheekbone. It was too vivid, too clear. Every heated thrust of the bony figure behind him jarred him forward again, jostled his dark hair about his shoulders and drew the sensitive lobe of his ear against the wall in an almost intolerable fashion. The ragged ends of Lelani's nails scraped and scrambled for purchase, but there was little of it to be found in the shadows that bathed the alleyway.

Every forward rock was a peculiar mix of pleasure and pain. He felt himself give, stretching slowly. Felt the way each stroke came easier as it bottomed out within him. Lelani braced his palm to the building, dragging it against the rough exterior. Hard and cold. More lifeless than the figure behind him. The shadows almost burned, or maybe that was just the scraping, just the growing conglomeration of bruises fanning out along his pale skin. They always seemed to come so easily, though it had been long. So very long since this was the cause.

What was he doing? His eyes squeezed shut, and he heard his heart hammering in his chest. It beat faster and faster, pushing his blood out along his arteries, drawing it in through his veins. It drummed a far steadier rhythm than that of the thrusting along the shallow swell of his ass. Tucked into the shadow of the tree and the fortunate folding of the building's side, he found himself beset upon by questions. Doubts. Things that twisted into knots in his belly. Things that convulsed every time his hips were hauled on and his own aching cock was made to smack against the skin just below his navel.

Doubt. And still. And still. There he was. With the wall at his fore, a Forsaken at his ass, and his heart hammering its way up to his throat. There he was, his arms scraped, his face rocking, his panting loud in his ears. The grunting seemed to echo up and up, build in volume, underscored by the steady smack smacking of skin on skin. The occasional yip of surprise mixed into the lewd symphony of sound, spurred on by the unexpected feeling of cold, dead bone prodding into live, sensitive tissue.

This wall. It was his friend. He'd slept tucked into that very nook more times than he cared to think upon. It was ever vigilant. It had seen his many arrivals and departures, witnessed the time he'd gotten stabbed and the time he'd fallen into a drunken stupor that had lasted nearly three days. Now it watched in silence, listened without judgement as he took what pleasure he could from the touch of another. It braced him as he clawed and crawled his way up, tensing himself on the hard length of flesh that drove into the tight, sensitive spaces of his body. It met his hips and gave the leaking head of his cock a rough caress as he found himself pressed flush and close. The wall was even so kind as to catch him by the chest as he was allowed to lower again, to ease the pressure that was building within him.

The shadows of the alley soaked up the increasing pace of every sound and quiet squeak that might have brought him shame. They veiled the embarrassment of his delight, hid away the pleasured fluttering of his eyes as he was thrust into. Again, and again, and again. Rocking forward. Harder each time. Faster. Impossibly onward. On and on, until at last he could take it no longer.

Lelani let one hand fall away from the wall. His shoulder fell into it instead, the thin boiled leather covering it threatening to tear as he was bumped and rocked. Harder, faster. His fingers curled about the pulsing, aching strain of his cock. One stroke, two, timed just so. Three and four to find the rhythm, and five to end with a squeeze and a rock. His hips jerked, bucking between the wall and his shadowy companion. He came in a rush, biting back his cries lest he draw too much attention to the mating of vagabonds in the alleyways. Long fingers slid up to gather the sticky stream of cum as it pulsed free. The whole of his body trembled, and he panted hard for the burst of heat along his nerves. Panted harder still as the wall held him up, supported him in its stony silence.

Only after the hazy cloud of his climax had cleared did Lelani realize that the rocking had stopped. The pleasant, painful stretch had ceased, though the throbbing of his ass continued. The bony press of fingertips into his delicate skin was gone, and the shadowy figure with its familiar presence seemed to have disappeared to nothingness. Lelani shifted against the wall, turning his head to cast a searching look about. Just as it occurred to him that his companion had been overly silent through the whole of it, the darkness came, swallowing the euphoria of his confused thoughts. He fell into it with a soft cry that rang too loud in his ears.

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Lelani woke with a start, his entire body jolting as he found himself curled away from the wall. He was stiff in the neck and the knees, sore in the elbows. The night came in dark against his eyes as he cracked them open, the taste of the air bitter along his tongue. Rolling slowly, he glared in silence at the papery bark of the tree nearby. The elf shifted, his dark hair tangling about his shoulders as he curled back against the stoic wall and the warm patch where his body had been. The sticky mess in his trousers was just another thing to ignore as he drifted off to sleep, its presence certainly more pleasant than the fleas and the dirt that worked at his apathetic nerves.