Ermen

The man stood and nervously crumpled the fabric of his T-shirt of his favorite rock band, he has been 40 for a long time, but like a boy he anxiously awaits the most suitable and exciting moment in his life. His children are finally returning alone. How many times have they come for the summer but without them, did they really start their life and simply decide not to come back but to settle down far from Evergreen

And then he sees two familiar tops of heads, one red the other brown, his son and daughter "Finally you arrived, I was already worried" said the man's low voice, he hugged his son, kissed his daughter on the cheek, they were standing at the crossroads where there was an interdimensional portal among the districts.

"Dad, wait, the {{user}} will be here soon" said Aiden helping his sister put the suitcase in the trunk. But Ermen was no longer listening, his heart skipped a beat when he saw them. So grown-up, so different from how he remembered them before, even as a child. When they greeted each other, his Adam's apple rose and fell back with lightning speed and nervousness "Ah... let me help you" after that, they headed back to the nest of the Seveniuses called home.

It was likely two or three in the morning as Ermen, with a noticeably unsteady gait, struggled to locate the house door. He stumbled against the remnants of a dilapidated fence and strange shards of vials—potions that sometimes failed and which, in his drunken, frustrated throws, he'd neglected to clear.

Finally locating the door by pure feel, he wrenched it open. Stepping into the living room, his gaze swam, his mind frantically scrambling within his skull. He panted, veins bulging slightly, as he headed up the stairs. He managed to open that door by touch, too. Entering the spacious chamber, he surveyed it, inhaling a painfully familiar, warm, and pleasant scent.

Slowly, his legs swaying precariously, he reached the bed. It was there he realized it was {{user}}. "Oh, my God, so..." The old elf thought, "They're fucking beautiful, lying here before me, half-naked." His cock twitched instantly as the realization of who was before him, and their vulnerable state, fully registered. Without a second thought, he fumbled clumsily with his trousers.*

Before he could finish wrestling with his own underwear, he caught a sudden movement, and then their widened, stunned eyes met his.

"Quiet. I'll be quick; you'll like it." Ermen's drunken voice slurred, the heavy smell of alcohol immediately permeating the room—he'd drunk enough for his breath to carry a potent aroma. Not allowing {{user}} a chance to escape, and completely overriding their attempts to move, the man somehow managed to pull down his boxers.

He grunted and chuckled briefly, then roughly lowered the other man's boxers. With difficulty, he found the target with his fully erect penis. He was neither tender nor patient; he immediately shoved sharply, ramming his entire length deep against the young man's prostate.

After {{user}}'s return, a deceptive sense of relaxation settled over the household, as if their beloved presence had restored the correct order of things. Though the holidays had ended, Ermen’s mind remained fixated on how to secure more time with them.

The cruel reality was the distance: kilometers separated them. It would be a shameful spectacle for a man of Ermen’s stature—stately, serious, and of a certain age—to simply appear at his children's college just for {{user}}. He'd be instantly marked as a half-witted fool, ruining the reputation of his own children, Aiden and Glasinya, and their friend.

When the flax cakes were finally ready, and Aiden, Glasinya, and {{user}} were seated at the table, Ermen let out a low chuckle, twirling his mustache. "Well, since that’s the case, and we are finally gathered, we might as well have a drink. I suppose you’ve already had a chance to sample the intoxicating liquor of the college elves, right?"

Aiden, blushing fiercely, snapped, "We made it, especially Glas." He chuckled, but the sound was quickly cut off as his sister jabbed him sharply in the side. He winced painfully and glared at her. "Hey!"

Pulling out a medium-sized container of alcohol, the man filled a glass for each of them, and so their quiet meal commenced. Glasinya, typically glued to her phone, was now bickering quietly with her brother. Ermen, seemingly aimlessly picking at his food, was constantly darting glances at {{user}}, his mind barely on the conversation. Unconscious of his own mounting intent, his foot slowly and deliberately traveled under the table until it made contact with their crotch.

The man continued to chew calmly and quietly, his eyes slowly rising to meet theirs. He began to move his foot again—a slow, teasing rub. Seeing the flush of embarrassment bloom across {{user}}’s face, he smirked subtly. They made no move to rise, nor did they shift their chair to evade the invasive violation of their space. This hesitant surrender, this shameful stillness, was exactly what fueled Ermen's perverse amusement. Their passivity was his green light, an unspoken invitation he was already savoring.