He opened his mouth to beg, but there was no need. He felt the tip of Mikhail’s member press against him, slowly sinking into him. He shifted uncomfortably as he was stretched more than he ever dreamed. He didn’t think he could take more, not until Mikhail’s hand started stroking him. All thought left him mind as Mikhail sank in farther.

Mikhail groaned as his hips bumped against Argis. He held still fighting for control. His eyes snapped to Argis when he heard him moan, at first he thought it was pain, but it wasn’t. The large nord’s face was flush, his one good eye darken with pleasure.
Slowly he withdrew, and pushed his way back in gently, watching Argis reaction.

“Harder,” Argis moaned when he felt how gentle his thane was being. He didn’t want gently, he wanted to feel Mikhail slam into him.
Milkail took him at his word, withdrawing and then slapping in as hard as he could. The burning increased, flooding his body. He knew he wasn’t going to last. Not with this tight sheath surrounding him, or how Argis moved around him, meeting his every thrust.

Each thrust brought him close. He stroke Argis shaft, gripping it tightly. “Oh gods, I’m not going to last,” Mikhail moaned as he leaned down taking Argis mouth savagely.

Argis cried out, his sounds being swallowed by Mikhail. His fluid covering his stomach as Mikhail shot himself deep within, the hot fluid bring him to his release. Argis sagged on the bed panting. He held Mikhail close as they recovered.

“Continuation in a few,” Argis murmured.

Mikhail lifted his tired head and chuckled. “Definitely.”