Navin stumbled through the city gates, his face warm and his eyes bleary as he marched forward. If one were to ask the guards who watched him go, he was followed by a cheerful Breton named Sam, who was doing his best to make sure the poor guy didn’t fall on his face. Once they were out of sight, Sanguine reached for his new friend’s arm, fighting back laughter.
“You might want to slow down,” he offered with a smirk. “You’re going to burn out before the night even begins, if you keep running around like this.” The Redguard grinned over his shoulder, obediently returning to Sanguine’s side only to pull him close for a kiss. As always, the Daedric prince obliged him—drunken kisses did fall quite neatly into his domain, after all—and slipped an arm around Navin’s waist, bringing him close to his chest. Part of him wanted to lose the human appearance right then and there so that they could have some real fun, but he’d much rather be caught on indecency than attacked for his demonic appearance.
When they pulled away from each other, Navin’s eyes were bright and mischievous.
“Do you wanna have some fun?” he slurred against Sanguine’s ear, the alcohol still thick on his breath.
“What did you have in mind?” No sooner had the prince asked than Navin gestured back up the path.
“When we walked past the guard tower, there weren’t any guards,” he began. Trying to fight back his own knowing glance, Sanguine feigned innocence.
“That’s true,” he replied. “What about it?” Navin grabbed his hand and led him back towards the tower, a heated determination in his movement.
“I want you, Sam,” he murmured as they went.
Well, he’s not lying, Sanguine thought once they were inside. They had barely made it through the door before the Redguard had shoved him roughly against the wall and kissed him again, his sweaty hands gripping at both of their clothes in a desperate attempt to get them out of the way. He moved just as quickly, surprised at how hard he already was. Something about Navin’s drunken desperation and soft lips was doing it for him, to say the least, and he was happy to delay any mayhem they might cause if it meant working out the sexual tension that had started in the inn.
He slid down the wall obediently when Navin guided him there, and watched hungrily as the Redguard lowered himself onto his cock. The pair moaned in unison, and Navin threw his head back as he eagerly rode his new lover.
“Oh, g-gods! Sam!” he gasped as they moved together, Sanguine’s hips shoving up off the ground to meet Navin’s enthusiastic bouncing. The Daedric prince moaned genuinely; even if he preferred his more authentic form, he appreciated the sensitivity of his Breton body, and the way his cock was being squeezed was something he had needed for quite some time.
“Ugh, yes…” he growled, shifting down so that he was laying flat on the stone floor. He could barely feel the cold underneath him with the way Navin was working on top of him, and he gave in to the pleasure of their situation. He did love it when a mortal lost control with him. “Yes, Navin, yes!”
“You like that?” the Redguard growled, one hand roaming Sanguine’s chest while the other pumped his own cock. “Gods, I want to be inside you, but…oh, you’re so damn good! Come on, harder!” His lover grabbed his hips hard and jerked up, giving him exactly what they both wanted as he worked himself deeper inside. Navin screamed wordlessly with pleasure, still managing to swirl his hips on top of the Breton beneath him even in his haze. He was surprised that he could feel Sam finish first, his cock throbbing as he spilled inside him, but the feeling of his orgasm was enough to push him quickly over the edge as well.
The two lay on the floor for a while longer, panting and trying to regain control over themselves, before Navin spoke.
“W-wow…” he began, shifting to rest his head on Sanguine’s bare chest. “That was amazing…where did you learn to do things like that?” The Daedric prince laughed lowly, stroking the Redguard’s hair.
“I’ve had some practice,” he replied simply. Navin hummed thoughtfully for a moment, then sat up, his eyes bright and eager.
Sanguine/M!DB: "Worth Remembering" 2/?
“You might want to slow down,” he offered with a smirk. “You’re going to burn out before the night even begins, if you keep running around like this.” The Redguard grinned over his shoulder, obediently returning to Sanguine’s side only to pull him close for a kiss. As always, the Daedric prince obliged him—drunken kisses did fall quite neatly into his domain, after all—and slipped an arm around Navin’s waist, bringing him close to his chest. Part of him wanted to lose the human appearance right then and there so that they could have some real fun, but he’d much rather be caught on indecency than attacked for his demonic appearance.
When they pulled away from each other, Navin’s eyes were bright and mischievous.
“Do you wanna have some fun?” he slurred against Sanguine’s ear, the alcohol still thick on his breath.
“What did you have in mind?” No sooner had the prince asked than Navin gestured back up the path.
“When we walked past the guard tower, there weren’t any guards,” he began. Trying to fight back his own knowing glance, Sanguine feigned innocence.
“That’s true,” he replied. “What about it?” Navin grabbed his hand and led him back towards the tower, a heated determination in his movement.
“I want you, Sam,” he murmured as they went.
Well, he’s not lying, Sanguine thought once they were inside. They had barely made it through the door before the Redguard had shoved him roughly against the wall and kissed him again, his sweaty hands gripping at both of their clothes in a desperate attempt to get them out of the way. He moved just as quickly, surprised at how hard he already was. Something about Navin’s drunken desperation and soft lips was doing it for him, to say the least, and he was happy to delay any mayhem they might cause if it meant working out the sexual tension that had started in the inn.
He slid down the wall obediently when Navin guided him there, and watched hungrily as the Redguard lowered himself onto his cock. The pair moaned in unison, and Navin threw his head back as he eagerly rode his new lover.
“Oh, g-gods! Sam!” he gasped as they moved together, Sanguine’s hips shoving up off the ground to meet Navin’s enthusiastic bouncing. The Daedric prince moaned genuinely; even if he preferred his more authentic form, he appreciated the sensitivity of his Breton body, and the way his cock was being squeezed was something he had needed for quite some time.
“Ugh, yes…” he growled, shifting down so that he was laying flat on the stone floor. He could barely feel the cold underneath him with the way Navin was working on top of him, and he gave in to the pleasure of their situation. He did love it when a mortal lost control with him. “Yes, Navin, yes!”
“You like that?” the Redguard growled, one hand roaming Sanguine’s chest while the other pumped his own cock. “Gods, I want to be inside you, but…oh, you’re so damn good! Come on, harder!” His lover grabbed his hips hard and jerked up, giving him exactly what they both wanted as he worked himself deeper inside. Navin screamed wordlessly with pleasure, still managing to swirl his hips on top of the Breton beneath him even in his haze. He was surprised that he could feel Sam finish first, his cock throbbing as he spilled inside him, but the feeling of his orgasm was enough to push him quickly over the edge as well.
The two lay on the floor for a while longer, panting and trying to regain control over themselves, before Navin spoke.
“W-wow…” he began, shifting to rest his head on Sanguine’s bare chest. “That was amazing…where did you learn to do things like that?” The Daedric prince laughed lowly, stroking the Redguard’s hair.
“I’ve had some practice,” he replied simply. Navin hummed thoughtfully for a moment, then sat up, his eyes bright and eager.