Ulfric laid himself parallel to Audric, using his big hands to press him forward. He kissed Audric’s thighs and even allowed himself a few gentle, playful bites. He savored every twist of Audric’s body, every desperate whimper. He wasn’t even completely hard when Ulfric kissed his cock, but his voice was already thick and any words he attempted to speak had been strangled by need.
It had been some time since Ulfric had been able to enjoy someone else in his bed; the urgency of war and politics had eclipsed the urgency of lust for so long that he’d almost stopped lusting entirely. He kissed and licked and sucked until he had the Dragonborn unravelled: a writhing, noisy mess all sprawled out on his back. “Relax,” he teased. “Let me take care of you.”
Audric shook his head. “No, let —” Exasperated, he wriggled away from Ulfric, getting back on his side. Gesturing at the space beside him, he heaved a sigh and regained his composure. “We could take care of each other, instead,” he suggested. His eyes settled arrantly on Ulfric’s cock, color filling his cheeks.
Ulfric settled himself beside his partner and hummed with satisfaction as he sucked on Audric’s cock. It was thick and warm, but didn’t pose much of a challenge. His hips jerked forward when Audric’s tongue ran wet and hot over his skin, and his blood simmered when he felt a toothy grin on his thigh. He let one of his hands wander behind a hip and grab a handful of Audric’s ass; the response was a gratifying moan around him. But almost as soon as it had happened, Audric pulled off.
“Don’t...I haven’t…”
“That’s fine.” Ulfric kissed his hip, almost in apology. “Let me fuck your mouth, and I might forgive you,” he joked.
Audric gasped, and his hot breath was an unbearable tease. “Vulgar words, from a king.”
“I was a soldier, once,” Ulfric reminded him before squeezing his cock in one hand, and using his other to scratch his nails against Audric’s skin. A younger man might have felt cheated, but Ulfric took great enjoyment in Audric’s inability to focus long enough to return the favor. He held him with a capable grip and forced him still while he sucked and kissed him until he was an absolute mess: skin slick with sweat, hair plastered to his neck and forehead, mouth open wide in silent ecstasy. Ulfric maneuvered him back into the pillows and stopped his protests of wanting to reciprocate. “I’ll get my turn,” he growled, “don’t worry about that.”
Audric hadn’t felt so genuinely admired in a long time. Brynjolf loved him, he knew, and Ralof enjoyed him, and all of his other affairs — fleeting or perpetual — adored him. He knew that. But Ulfric burned with with it, and every touch that idled burned him, too. And every time that Ulfric’s hands or mouth would pass another scar or bruise, he anticipated a curious question or a sympathetic comment, but every time, it would seem that Ulfric didn’t find his wounds either curious or pathetic.
But then, of course he wouldn’t.
“Have you ever seen a king on his knees?”
Heat ignited through Audric like lightning and he sat up. “No, but I’d like to.”
Chuckling, Ulfric moved to the edge of the bed. “What would you give for it, I wonder?”
“Probably every septim I’ve ever pilfered,” Audric offered with a sigh.
Ulfric grinned from the floor, grabbed Audric by the ankles and yanked him over. “Careful, Bellamy,” he warned, “I could use your money in these trying times.”
“You could use me too, probably.”
“Don’t make promises.” Ulfric brought their exchange to an abrupt halt, wrapping his lips around the head of Audric’s cock. His patience wasn’t endless, but he had at least twenty years more than the whining Breton in front of him. “Poor thing,” he consoled before taking Audric almost all the way. He pulled off and tolerated a string of saliva between them just long enough to make Audric suffer.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
"Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 17d/18
Date: 2015-06-28 06:34 pm (UTC)It had been some time since Ulfric had been able to enjoy someone else in his bed; the urgency of war and politics had eclipsed the urgency of lust for so long that he’d almost stopped lusting entirely. He kissed and licked and sucked until he had the Dragonborn unravelled: a writhing, noisy mess all sprawled out on his back. “Relax,” he teased. “Let me take care of you.”
Audric shook his head. “No, let —” Exasperated, he wriggled away from Ulfric, getting back on his side. Gesturing at the space beside him, he heaved a sigh and regained his composure. “We could take care of each other, instead,” he suggested. His eyes settled arrantly on Ulfric’s cock, color filling his cheeks.
Ulfric settled himself beside his partner and hummed with satisfaction as he sucked on Audric’s cock. It was thick and warm, but didn’t pose much of a challenge. His hips jerked forward when Audric’s tongue ran wet and hot over his skin, and his blood simmered when he felt a toothy grin on his thigh. He let one of his hands wander behind a hip and grab a handful of Audric’s ass; the response was a gratifying moan around him. But almost as soon as it had happened, Audric pulled off.
“Don’t...I haven’t…”
“That’s fine.” Ulfric kissed his hip, almost in apology. “Let me fuck your mouth, and I might forgive you,” he joked.
Audric gasped, and his hot breath was an unbearable tease. “Vulgar words, from a king.”
“I was a soldier, once,” Ulfric reminded him before squeezing his cock in one hand, and using his other to scratch his nails against Audric’s skin. A younger man might have felt cheated, but Ulfric took great enjoyment in Audric’s inability to focus long enough to return the favor. He held him with a capable grip and forced him still while he sucked and kissed him until he was an absolute mess: skin slick with sweat, hair plastered to his neck and forehead, mouth open wide in silent ecstasy. Ulfric maneuvered him back into the pillows and stopped his protests of wanting to reciprocate. “I’ll get my turn,” he growled, “don’t worry about that.”
Audric hadn’t felt so genuinely admired in a long time. Brynjolf loved him, he knew, and Ralof enjoyed him, and all of his other affairs — fleeting or perpetual — adored him. He knew that. But Ulfric burned with with it, and every touch that idled burned him, too. And every time that Ulfric’s hands or mouth would pass another scar or bruise, he anticipated a curious question or a sympathetic comment, but every time, it would seem that Ulfric didn’t find his wounds either curious or pathetic.
But then, of course he wouldn’t.
“Have you ever seen a king on his knees?”
Heat ignited through Audric like lightning and he sat up. “No, but I’d like to.”
Chuckling, Ulfric moved to the edge of the bed. “What would you give for it, I wonder?”
“Probably every septim I’ve ever pilfered,” Audric offered with a sigh.
Ulfric grinned from the floor, grabbed Audric by the ankles and yanked him over. “Careful, Bellamy,” he warned, “I could use your money in these trying times.”
“You could use me too, probably.”
“Don’t make promises.” Ulfric brought their exchange to an abrupt halt, wrapping his lips around the head of Audric’s cock. His patience wasn’t endless, but he had at least twenty years more than the whining Breton in front of him. “Poor thing,” he consoled before taking Audric almost all the way. He pulled off and tolerated a string of saliva between them just long enough to make Audric suffer.