Haakon tried to retort, but his mouth refused to open. Lenethir must have seen it in his eyes, because he shrugged and said, "No, it's all right, you don't need to explain. That is what you think. You find an elf you don't like and you kill him; you find an elf you get along with, and you think you can sneak into his bed. Surely he wouldn't object." He pushed himself up, but just so there was enough space for one of his hands to slide down Haakon's stomach. "And I'll give credit where it's due; you're not terrible-looking, for a Nord." His fingers brushed beneath Haakon's trousers. "But that isn't the point. You take what you want, isn't that right?" His hand stroked up Haakon's hard length, torturously slow, watching him through half-lidded eyes.
The spell was wearing off; Haakon had tensed all over. He strained against his bindings automatically, but he couldn't bring himself to care whether he got free as long as Lenethir kept doing what he was doing.
The elf removed his hand for a second to push his long hair over his shoulder. "Anyway," he resumed stroking Haakon's cock lazily, slowly, "you've got to learn that we - elves, as you say - are not here to either submit to your will or try to control it. We have things to do, just as you do, and most of them have nothing to do with Nords or Nord politics." Haakon thrusted into his hand, grunting. Lenethir seemed not to notice. "Barring Thalmor, of course; they care about your politics a great deal."
"Shut up and - ah--" Lenethir anticipated his request and stroked faster, though still not fast enough.
"I'm sorry, darling, I nearly forgot about what you wanted." His smirk and his voice were full of sarcasm, but Haakon didn't care. His hips bucked, his arms were taut against the cord and the rope; he bit his lip--
And Lenethir's hand vanished. Haakon opened his eyes. The elf was getting off the bed.
"Elf," he hissed, his tone a warning.
Lenethir turned back on his way to the door and smiled. "Good night!"
"Elf."
The shadow disappeared from the doorway.
"Elf."
There was a creak from the other side of the partition, in Haakon's room.
"Lenethir?"
Eventually, Haakon left off apologizing and calling the elf politely by his name and asking him to please please please come back and untie him. It was going to be a very uncomfortable night if he couldn't work his hands free; and it was going to be even more uncomfortable if he had to ask the innkeeper to free them in the morning.
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Date: 2013-02-15 05:51 am (UTC)The spell was wearing off; Haakon had tensed all over. He strained against his bindings automatically, but he couldn't bring himself to care whether he got free as long as Lenethir kept doing what he was doing.
The elf removed his hand for a second to push his long hair over his shoulder. "Anyway," he resumed stroking Haakon's cock lazily, slowly, "you've got to learn that we - elves, as you say - are not here to either submit to your will or try to control it. We have things to do, just as you do, and most of them have nothing to do with Nords or Nord politics." Haakon thrusted into his hand, grunting. Lenethir seemed not to notice. "Barring Thalmor, of course; they care about your politics a great deal."
"Shut up and - ah--" Lenethir anticipated his request and stroked faster, though still not fast enough.
"I'm sorry, darling, I nearly forgot about what you wanted." His smirk and his voice were full of sarcasm, but Haakon didn't care. His hips bucked, his arms were taut against the cord and the rope; he bit his lip--
And Lenethir's hand vanished. Haakon opened his eyes. The elf was getting off the bed.
"Elf," he hissed, his tone a warning.
Lenethir turned back on his way to the door and smiled. "Good night!"
"Elf."
The shadow disappeared from the doorway.
"Elf."
There was a creak from the other side of the partition, in Haakon's room.
"Lenethir?"
Eventually, Haakon left off apologizing and calling the elf politely by his name and asking him to please please please come back and untie him. It was going to be a very uncomfortable night if he couldn't work his hands free; and it was going to be even more uncomfortable if he had to ask the innkeeper to free them in the morning.
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