The lack of mosaic censor, along with the use of "cock" in the ritual name and literally everything that's happened since Elan started to undress, confirms that Elan's not in a PG-13 comic anymore. He doesn't really know what to do with that information, beyond wrapping his hand loosely around the shaft, just above the darker-green bulge. And then he slides his hand down, giving the bulge a squeeze.

"What's this part?" he asks. He really hopes that the thing they said in health class about breaking your dick if you play with it too much did not turn out to be true.

"knot. for knotting not-nale, or not for knotting not-nale if not nailing not-nale."

Thog reaches out, making an educated guess, and begins fondling Elan's own junk. It turns out those big rough hands feel even bigger and rougher when they're in a sensitive location!

As Elan opens his mouth to ask a question, he spontaneously makes a couple of successful Bardic Knowledge checks. Wow.

And then his eyes flutter shut.

"Wow," he breathes, pressing forward into the touch. Maybe he can just… lean forward and rest his hands on Thog's shoulders. He had vaguely had a plan to be the one giving the slash HJ, but Thog's calloused warm hands are mighty persuasive.

They are extremely both of those things.

His fingers are rough, but their motion is gentle as they explore. He rolls Elan's balls around, getting a feel for them; strokes along his shaft, getting a feel for that too. He seems to be a tactile learner.

He can go ahead and tactile-ly learn about Elan's dick.

He's no werehorse, of course. Thog will certainly be able to feel that much. But his dick is smooth, right down to the soft blond curls at the base. Pretty, even. Next to the absolute greatsword Thog wields, it's more like an enameled dagger.

Once again, Elan almost regrets that Thog can't see any of him. Maybe… maybe he can show him on purpose. Later. For now, he's happy to just be touched.

"huh. not-nale have uncut version of nale dick."

He sets to stroking more surely, featuring a particular gesture of rubbing right under the head which seems very aggressively targeted at Elan's nerve endings.

Elan almost wonders why Nale was circumcised and he wasn't, but that's way too much Thinking About His Twin Brother's Dick for this sex scene. Fortunately, Thog is very successfully redirecting Elan's attention to more important things.

"That—haah—that's good, yeah—"

Elan clenches Thog's shoulders tightly.

Thog stands up again, dragging Elan up with him by a very convenient handle, and lets his loincloth fall the rest of the way down.

...now he's white-outlined too. And his eyes re-focus, meeting Elan's and then glancing downwards.

"thog need visibility for this maneuver," he explains, as he presses his cock up against Elan's and starts stroking them together with one hand.

Yeah, it makes perfect sense that the invisibility works that way.

(Probably someone who actually knows anything about how magic works would disagree. But nobody like that is here, so it's fine!)

Elan nods, now that this can convey information to Thog. And then starts panting again as Thog holds their dicks together and jerks them off at the same time. His hands, needing someplace to go again, reach around Thog's midsection to clutch at his back. He feels his fingernails dig into Thog's skin; he doesn't care.

Thog's skin has DR 2/-. He is not scared of twink talons.

Now that he's a bit more in control, he picks up the pace, squeezing them tighter and thrusting against Elan's stomach.

Elan's nails are flat and inoffensive anyway!

As Thog speeds up, Elan feels the sensation shift gears from nice, arousing to—building. Maybe it's because he's stroking faster, maybe it's because he can feel Thog's dick against his own, maybe it's just a little bit that it feels better to relax into it now that he knows Thog's also taking care of himself. Whatever the reason, he lets it happen.

And Thog keeps making it happen! He's not panting, but his breathing is getting heavier.

This makes sense! Thog's got better CON than Elan, or at least better HD.

Soon, Elan's getting close. If he had more presence of mind, he might try to hold back until Thog is also close to orgasm. Which may or may not even work; he hasn't practiced this sort of thing and doesn't know about Edge Self.

When Elan comes, he doesn't dig his twink talons in harder—his hands were already clenched as tight as he could. But he does squeeze Thog with his arm muscles.

Simultaneous orgasm isn't on the table, particularly, but Thog likes getting messy; it revs him up, as does no longer having to worry about Elan's non-damage-resistant skin.

Predictably, Thog cums like a firehose. Less predictably, his orgasm lasts a full minute, as he grips his knot and rumbles with the effort of not roaring.

Once Thog releases him, Elan stumbles backwards onto his butt. And watches Thog go. He wonders how the Tome of Erotic Power would describe Thog's sexual stats. High FUK, definitely.

Elan's caught in the splash zone, naturally. Before this, he might have been bothered by the stickiness. Now, though, it's kinda nice. Not just as evidence of a fun time, but as a sensory experience.

About twenty seconds in, Elan starts to worry. Is that normal for Thog? He seems to mostly be in control of himself…

"Did that… hurt?" he asks, once it's all over.

(It's not as sticky as it could be! Slippery, sure, but mostly watery and not too dense.)

"...no, orgasms nice for thog. it hurt for not-nale?"

Elan shakes his head.

"It's nice for me too! Your face was just…"

Elan thinks back, visualizing it again.

"Wow."

It starts to really sink in, what he and Thog have just done. He… feels pretty good about it, honestly! He's connected with Thog! It was fun and hot! He holds his arms open.

"Do you wanna hug?"

"hugs!"

Hugs.

Hugs!

When the hug ends, Elan looks at the pile of clothes and tries to remember if Greater Invisibility will let him carry objects. He doesn't care about Nale's stuff, but he should probably keep track of that book!

The book is sitting in a puddle of orc semen. Remarkably, there's none on the book, and the pages look quite dry. Probably still best to get it out of there though.

Elan scoops it up! And inspects it. Does it look invisible in the way he and Thog do?

Yep! White outline and everything. There are a couple of pull-quotes on the front, reading "Not how invisibility works" - a random ogre in a random playground. "Do whatever you want forever" - anonymous wisdom, probably from somebody really sexy.

That wisdom is super wise!

Elan turns to Thog.

"I'm going to escape now," he says. "You should probably come with me."

Elan's not sure if Thog knows anything about Nale's plan, but he can imagine the look on Roy's face if he just left Thog in the prison with Greater Invisibility for the next few hours.

"yay! hanging out with not-nale probably even more fun than slaughtering way through guardhouse!"

Yeah, Imaginary Roy made a good call there.

"I agree!"