Tomas couldn’t keep his heart from pounding when the pair was back inside of the city gates. A light snow was blanketing the cobblestones, and he shivered slightly as flakes landed on his face. Stenvar smiled down at him and gave him a one-armed hug for support.
“Here we are,” he said with a self-assured nod. “Good luck, Tomas. If you ever want to hit the road again, you know where to find me.” With that blunt farewell, he headed back up to Candlehearth Hall, leaving his friend alone and rigid in the cold.
Every one of the elf’s steps felt like a labor, and the fear of this reunion left him shaking. As he moved closer to the familiar palace, however, the walk became easier, and he felt more determined than ever.
Though he could feel the guards watching him as intently as ever, Tomas felt at home as he headed up to Ulfric’s quarters. Even the hallways were warm, especially after being outside for so long, and the sound of his footsteps echoing on the stone below left him unusually comfortable. He did his best to mute those footsteps when he slunk into Ulfric’s bedroom.
The king was in a deep sleep, his hair fanning around his head and his face stoic even in rest. Smiling affectionately, Tomas shed his boots and gauntlets, leaving them neatly on the floor, and moved onto the bed as carefully as he could. Once he was laying comfortably beside his lover, he kissed him softly, deeply enough to stir him from sleep. Ulfric’s tired eyes blinked into focus, widening slightly as he came to.
“…Tomas?” he whispered, reaching instinctively for the Bosmer’s hand. Tomas grinned, a lump stopping him from speaking immediately.
“I’m back, your majesty,” he finally choked out. Ulfric immediately sat up, pulling him in for a deeper kiss, and pulled the blankets back over the both of them as they fell back onto the mattress.
“Welcome home,” he whispered, burying his face in the elf’s neck. He smelled like forest. Tomas laughed softly at the beard tickling his skin, and let his eyes flutter closed as his lover lavished attention on him.
“Home, hm?” he murmured, stroking Ulfric’s hair. When the Nord continued kissing him, his smile only broadened, and he felt a fresh rush of tears behind his eyes. “Okay, got it. Home. I like it.”
“I missed you,” Ulfric replied simply, pulling away long enough to look into Tomas’ dark eyes. “More than I think you understand.” Tomas pulled him back with him, resting his thin hands on Ulfric’s broader ones.
“Show me, then,” he said quietly, meaningfully. His hands roamed towards, tugging at the robe the king slept in, and Ulfric rolled his eyes.
“Gods, Tomas,” he said with a smirk. “You disappear to Talos-knows-where, leave me worried sick and wondering if I’ll ever see you again, and the moment you come back you’re talking about sex. How typical.” Nonetheless, he was already unbuckling the elf’s belt, and Tomas grinned back at him.
“Don’t be rude,” he replied, raising his arms so that Ulfric could continue undressing him. “If I hadn’t said it, you would have.” The Nord nodded, tossing his own robe aside and reveling quietly in the feeling of the sheets and both of their nudity.
He was quick to grimace when he was inside his smaller lover. The tightness and the way the elf’s breath hitched with that first thrust was enough to finish him on the spot. Fortunately, he regained himself, and it wasn’t long before they were moaning together, cocks throbbing and sweat dripping as the bed squeaked beneath them. Tomas was far too gone to speak, save for Ulfric’s name and the occasional ‘yes, yes, yes,’ and his vision blurred as he got lost in pleasure.
Despite it all, Ulfric came first, gripping at Tomas’ ass as his entire body shook. The feeling of those huge, firm hands sent Tomas over the edge right after him, gasping and stammering as he spilled onto both of them. The moment following was silent except for a bit of gasping and a low whine from Tomas when Ulfric pulled out of him. When their eyes met, the elf nearly sobbed, overwhelmed with relief and love and satisfaction.
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M!DB/Ulfric: "Unforgettable" 22/23
Date: 2016-08-21 02:20 am (UTC)“Here we are,” he said with a self-assured nod. “Good luck, Tomas. If you ever want to hit the road again, you know where to find me.” With that blunt farewell, he headed back up to Candlehearth Hall, leaving his friend alone and rigid in the cold.
Every one of the elf’s steps felt like a labor, and the fear of this reunion left him shaking. As he moved closer to the familiar palace, however, the walk became easier, and he felt more determined than ever.
Though he could feel the guards watching him as intently as ever, Tomas felt at home as he headed up to Ulfric’s quarters. Even the hallways were warm, especially after being outside for so long, and the sound of his footsteps echoing on the stone below left him unusually comfortable. He did his best to mute those footsteps when he slunk into Ulfric’s bedroom.
The king was in a deep sleep, his hair fanning around his head and his face stoic even in rest. Smiling affectionately, Tomas shed his boots and gauntlets, leaving them neatly on the floor, and moved onto the bed as carefully as he could. Once he was laying comfortably beside his lover, he kissed him softly, deeply enough to stir him from sleep. Ulfric’s tired eyes blinked into focus, widening slightly as he came to.
“…Tomas?” he whispered, reaching instinctively for the Bosmer’s hand. Tomas grinned, a lump stopping him from speaking immediately.
“I’m back, your majesty,” he finally choked out. Ulfric immediately sat up, pulling him in for a deeper kiss, and pulled the blankets back over the both of them as they fell back onto the mattress.
“Welcome home,” he whispered, burying his face in the elf’s neck. He smelled like forest. Tomas laughed softly at the beard tickling his skin, and let his eyes flutter closed as his lover lavished attention on him.
“Home, hm?” he murmured, stroking Ulfric’s hair. When the Nord continued kissing him, his smile only broadened, and he felt a fresh rush of tears behind his eyes. “Okay, got it. Home. I like it.”
“I missed you,” Ulfric replied simply, pulling away long enough to look into Tomas’ dark eyes. “More than I think you understand.” Tomas pulled him back with him, resting his thin hands on Ulfric’s broader ones.
“Show me, then,” he said quietly, meaningfully. His hands roamed towards, tugging at the robe the king slept in, and Ulfric rolled his eyes.
“Gods, Tomas,” he said with a smirk. “You disappear to Talos-knows-where, leave me worried sick and wondering if I’ll ever see you again, and the moment you come back you’re talking about sex. How typical.” Nonetheless, he was already unbuckling the elf’s belt, and Tomas grinned back at him.
“Don’t be rude,” he replied, raising his arms so that Ulfric could continue undressing him. “If I hadn’t said it, you would have.” The Nord nodded, tossing his own robe aside and reveling quietly in the feeling of the sheets and both of their nudity.
He was quick to grimace when he was inside his smaller lover. The tightness and the way the elf’s breath hitched with that first thrust was enough to finish him on the spot. Fortunately, he regained himself, and it wasn’t long before they were moaning together, cocks throbbing and sweat dripping as the bed squeaked beneath them. Tomas was far too gone to speak, save for Ulfric’s name and the occasional ‘yes, yes, yes,’ and his vision blurred as he got lost in pleasure.
Despite it all, Ulfric came first, gripping at Tomas’ ass as his entire body shook. The feeling of those huge, firm hands sent Tomas over the edge right after him, gasping and stammering as he spilled onto both of them. The moment following was silent except for a bit of gasping and a low whine from Tomas when Ulfric pulled out of him. When their eyes met, the elf nearly sobbed, overwhelmed with relief and love and satisfaction.
He was home.