Galmar had barely managed to get Tomas tucked into a bed in the palace before he was out of it again. Even in his wasted state, he knew where he needed to go. Holding on to the wall to keep the room from spinning, he stumbled to the king’s chambers at the end of the hall.
Ulfric was awakened by a sudden, jolting movement on his bed. He sat up abruptly to find Tomas sprawled at the foot of his bed, reeking of alcohol. With a sigh, he turned the drunken elf onto his back, only for him to sit up and practically crawl on top of him.
“Tomas…don’t do that…” Ulfric forced the elf onto the bed beside him. “How did you get here?”
“G-Galmar saved me,” Tomas stuttered, tears filling his eyes. “Doesn’t matter. Ulfric…gotta tell you something.” Ulfric sighed, rubbing the elf’s shoulder as he sniffled.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, as gently as he could considering the stench of ale. He would have to have his sheets washed, if Tomas was planning on sleeping here. But he forgot about all of that when his drunken officer spoke up again.
“I’m so, so sorry I’ve acted the way I have,” he slurred. “I-I just…don’t know how to deal with this…you’re my king and I’m in love with you…” He lurched forward, burying his face in Ulfric’s chest and feeling the way the Nord’s heart pounded at this news. “I-I’m sorry…you should banish me…make me go back to Valenwood…” Ulfric moved so that he could look at the Bosmer’s tear-streaked face, and couldn’t help but smile affectionately.
“Why would I do that, you little fool?” he asked. “I love you, too.” Tomas kissed him, albeit sloppily, and Ulfric moved him onto his back, deepening the kiss and sliding a large hand under his shirt. Though the smell was still less than ideal, the taste of ale on his lover’s mouth was intoxicating, and Ulfric soon became greedier, grabbing at as much skin as he could reach.
“Put your cock inside me,” Tomas whimpered when his mouth trailed to his neck. Ulfric groaned, the demand enough to get his cock aching, and continued kissing down his body. “Ulfric, please…”
“Be patient,” the Nord commanded, sitting up to undress himself and watching the elf struggle to do the same. He reached down to help him, loosening his pants to reveal an admittedly impressive cock. Part of him wanted to take the whole thing in his mouth…but he could do that another time. He had heard his officer’s order, and he was more than ready to oblige.
Tomas’ back arched and his muscles tightened when Ulfric pushed himself inside him.
“Gods, you’re so big,” he moaned, wiggling his hips to feel the cock inside him even more. “Ulfric…” The sound of his needy, desperate voice was enough, and soon his king was thrusting wildly inside him, grunting and moaning eagerly as he finally took the elf he had wanted for so long. Months, even years of tension finally came out in the way he moved, jerking hard and slapping against the elf’s smooth, pale skin. Tomas’ voice quickly grew louder and higher, and he threw his head back, mouth agape in pleasure.
“Ulfric, Ulfric, Ulfric!” he chanted in time with the thrusts, reaching to pump his own cock. His lover quickly took that duty from him, leaving him to grip the sheets and shout for him as he was stretched wide by the hefty length inside him. Looking up to see his king panting and sweating pushed him even closer to sweet release, and he couldn’t help but get even louder. “Ulfric, I love you!”
And that was enough. Ulfric came suddenly and violently, shouting for Tomas as he rode out his orgasm. Somewhere in the middle, he felt his lover spill on both of their stomachs, his own screams sounding rather far away in the midst of his pleasure.
As they settled back into the bed, nude and satisfied, Ulfric couldn’t help but rest his arm around Tomas’ shoulders. The elf’s drunkenness had caught up to him, and he was already dozing off, but the king couldn’t help but feel that they had cut through their tension all the same.
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M!DB/Ulfric: "Unforgettable" 12/?
Date: 2015-07-04 05:12 am (UTC)Ulfric was awakened by a sudden, jolting movement on his bed. He sat up abruptly to find Tomas sprawled at the foot of his bed, reeking of alcohol. With a sigh, he turned the drunken elf onto his back, only for him to sit up and practically crawl on top of him.
“Tomas…don’t do that…” Ulfric forced the elf onto the bed beside him. “How did you get here?”
“G-Galmar saved me,” Tomas stuttered, tears filling his eyes. “Doesn’t matter. Ulfric…gotta tell you something.” Ulfric sighed, rubbing the elf’s shoulder as he sniffled.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, as gently as he could considering the stench of ale. He would have to have his sheets washed, if Tomas was planning on sleeping here. But he forgot about all of that when his drunken officer spoke up again.
“I’m so, so sorry I’ve acted the way I have,” he slurred. “I-I just…don’t know how to deal with this…you’re my king and I’m in love with you…” He lurched forward, burying his face in Ulfric’s chest and feeling the way the Nord’s heart pounded at this news. “I-I’m sorry…you should banish me…make me go back to Valenwood…” Ulfric moved so that he could look at the Bosmer’s tear-streaked face, and couldn’t help but smile affectionately.
“Why would I do that, you little fool?” he asked. “I love you, too.” Tomas kissed him, albeit sloppily, and Ulfric moved him onto his back, deepening the kiss and sliding a large hand under his shirt. Though the smell was still less than ideal, the taste of ale on his lover’s mouth was intoxicating, and Ulfric soon became greedier, grabbing at as much skin as he could reach.
“Put your cock inside me,” Tomas whimpered when his mouth trailed to his neck. Ulfric groaned, the demand enough to get his cock aching, and continued kissing down his body. “Ulfric, please…”
“Be patient,” the Nord commanded, sitting up to undress himself and watching the elf struggle to do the same. He reached down to help him, loosening his pants to reveal an admittedly impressive cock. Part of him wanted to take the whole thing in his mouth…but he could do that another time. He had heard his officer’s order, and he was more than ready to oblige.
Tomas’ back arched and his muscles tightened when Ulfric pushed himself inside him.
“Gods, you’re so big,” he moaned, wiggling his hips to feel the cock inside him even more. “Ulfric…” The sound of his needy, desperate voice was enough, and soon his king was thrusting wildly inside him, grunting and moaning eagerly as he finally took the elf he had wanted for so long. Months, even years of tension finally came out in the way he moved, jerking hard and slapping against the elf’s smooth, pale skin. Tomas’ voice quickly grew louder and higher, and he threw his head back, mouth agape in pleasure.
“Ulfric, Ulfric, Ulfric!” he chanted in time with the thrusts, reaching to pump his own cock. His lover quickly took that duty from him, leaving him to grip the sheets and shout for him as he was stretched wide by the hefty length inside him. Looking up to see his king panting and sweating pushed him even closer to sweet release, and he couldn’t help but get even louder. “Ulfric, I love you!”
And that was enough. Ulfric came suddenly and violently, shouting for Tomas as he rode out his orgasm. Somewhere in the middle, he felt his lover spill on both of their stomachs, his own screams sounding rather far away in the midst of his pleasure.
As they settled back into the bed, nude and satisfied, Ulfric couldn’t help but rest his arm around Tomas’ shoulders. The elf’s drunkenness had caught up to him, and he was already dozing off, but the king couldn’t help but feel that they had cut through their tension all the same.