OK so this is the first time I have ever posted on this site. So I don’t know the tags, or actually how to work this site. I hope this is what the OP wanted. If you want to see the rest of the night let me know and I’ll finish it off. I had to break this up into two chapters because of character count unfortunately.
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Argis lay on his bed thinking of his Thane. For the first time in a while he had been left behind. It bothered him somewhat, but he needed the rest after the last few months. Especially lately, his thought towards his new Thane wasn’t quite pure anymore.
The leading thought he had of his Thane always made his throbbed. Argis moaned quietly as he thought of his Thane draped over dinner table, his firm ass in the air, his tight puckered hole just begging him to be filled by him.
Slowly Argis reached down his strews and grabbed his throbbing member, gliding two fingers from base to tip where he lightly rubbed the slit, feeling himself beginning to drip. He smeared the wetness around his throbbing tip imaging it was his Thane’s hot, wet mouth surrounding him.
He moaned torturously as his hand glided along his length, images of his Thane head bobbing along his length planted firmly in his mind.
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Mikhail walked into Vindrell Hall quietly. He knew Argis would be sleeping by now and didn’t want to alert his housecarl. He was tired, and cursing himself for not taking Argis with him. The missions would have been a lot easier and a lot more enjoyable as he watched his housecarl from across the fire as they camp. But unfortunately he hadn’t.
Mikhail hesitated when he heard a low moan coming from Argis’ room. With a quirk of his brow he silently walked over to his housecarl’s room. He knew Argis didn’t have company, the man never brought anyone here. The only conclusion he could come up with was Argis was sick. He had never heard his housecarl moan before, even when injured and was positive it was something serious.
Mikhail stopped at his housecarl’s door, his eyes widening at what he saw. Argis lay on his bed naked, legs spread, head thrown back in pleasure. His hand pumping slowly at his throbbing erection.
Mikhail swallowed thickly as he watched Argis. He knew he should leave, he shouldn’t be here watching him pleasure himself. And yet he couldn’t wrench himself away from the sight of Argis in the throes of pleasure. Mikhail felt his own manhood throb as he shifted, leaning against the door jam. He figured since he couldn’t pull himself to leave he might as well be comfortable as he watched.
“Mikhail…” Argis moaned through gritted teeth.
Mikhail stilled, thinking that he was caught. His eyes met Argis’ lust filled eyes as his housecarl stared at him heatedly. Mikhail swallowed thickly, shifting to ease his on throbbing shaft and the embarrassment of being caught.
“Sorry…” Mikhail muttered and forced himself to leave. He didn’t want to, what he wanted to do was leap on Argis and have his way with him for the next few days, or until his passion was sated, which ever came first.
“Never thought I would see you run,” Argis purred to Mikhail’s retreating back. He smirked as he saw Mikhail’s back stiffen.
Argis slowly his stroking as Mikhail turned, he had seen the heated look in the nord’s eyes, the tented leather pants. He was confident that Mikhail wanted him as much as he wanted the nord.
“Be careful what you ask for. If I join you, you will be begging me,” Mikhail purred as he stepped through the door and walked slowly to Argis. He smirked as Argis hand sped up, a low throaty moan coming from him.
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timeasmymeasure
Re: M!DB/M!LI - A Sight To See ch 1a/?
Date: 2013-02-05 05:05 pm (UTC)~oooooooooo~
Argis lay on his bed thinking of his Thane. For the first time in a while he had been left behind. It bothered him somewhat, but he needed the rest after the last few months. Especially lately, his
thought towards his new Thane wasn’t quite pure anymore.
The leading thought he had of his Thane always made his throbbed. Argis moaned quietly as he thought of his Thane draped over dinner table, his firm ass in the air, his tight puckered hole just begging him to be filled by him.
Slowly Argis reached down his strews and grabbed his throbbing member, gliding two fingers from base to tip where he lightly rubbed the slit, feeling himself beginning to drip. He smeared the wetness around his throbbing tip imaging it was his Thane’s hot, wet mouth surrounding him.
He moaned torturously as his hand glided along his length, images of his Thane head bobbing along his length planted firmly in his mind.
~ooooooooooo~
Mikhail walked into Vindrell Hall quietly. He knew Argis would be sleeping by now and didn’t want to alert his housecarl. He was tired, and cursing himself for not taking Argis with him. The missions would have been a lot easier and a lot more enjoyable as he watched his housecarl from across the fire as they camp. But unfortunately he hadn’t.
Mikhail hesitated when he heard a low moan coming from Argis’ room. With a quirk of his brow he silently walked over to his housecarl’s room. He knew Argis didn’t have company, the man never brought anyone here. The only conclusion he could come up with was Argis was sick. He had never heard his housecarl moan before, even when injured and was positive it was something serious.
Mikhail stopped at his housecarl’s door, his eyes widening at what he saw. Argis lay on his bed naked, legs spread, head thrown back in pleasure. His hand pumping slowly at his throbbing erection.
Mikhail swallowed thickly as he watched Argis. He knew he should leave, he shouldn’t be here watching him pleasure himself. And yet he couldn’t wrench himself away from the sight of Argis in the throes of pleasure. Mikhail felt his own manhood throb as he shifted, leaning against the door jam. He figured since he couldn’t pull himself to leave he might as well be comfortable as he watched.
“Mikhail…” Argis moaned through gritted teeth.
Mikhail stilled, thinking that he was caught. His eyes met Argis’ lust filled eyes as his housecarl stared at him heatedly. Mikhail swallowed thickly, shifting to ease his on throbbing shaft and the embarrassment of being caught.
“Sorry…” Mikhail muttered and forced himself to leave. He didn’t want to, what he wanted to do was leap on Argis and have his way with him for the next few days, or until his passion was sated, which ever came first.
“Never thought I would see you run,” Argis purred to Mikhail’s retreating back. He smirked as he saw Mikhail’s back stiffen.
Argis slowly his stroking as Mikhail turned, he had seen the heated look in the nord’s eyes, the tented leather pants. He was confident that Mikhail wanted him as much as he wanted the nord.
“Be careful what you ask for. If I join you, you will be begging me,” Mikhail purred as he stepped through the door and walked slowly to Argis. He smirked as Argis hand sped up, a low throaty moan coming from him.