Sequel to my fill "Needs": http://skyrimkinkmeme.livejournal.com/1639.html?thread=896103#t896103 Set a few weeks later, during/after the Civil War quest in which the Stromcloaks attack Whiterun. Obviously, my altmer!DB who is married to a dunmer fought for the Imperials.
More tags later, when I have some more ready. This is going to be long...
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The few hours before the siege had been wonderful.
Serano had come by shortly before the battle started to “instruct” him how to behave during the siege: Stay inside the house, lock the door, hide, wait it out. No stormcloak soldier would be allowed to set foot into the city, so there would be no need for any more drastic measures. It was nothing Romlyn wouldn’t have been able to come up with himself. It was apparent that Serano had only come by because he wanted to see Romlyn before going into battle.
“One good luck kiss”, Serano had demanded while they stood in the doorway, granting him one of his rare smiles. They didn’t kiss that often and they most certainly didn’t do it while they were standing; the height difference was making it awkward. Serano didn’t bend down, and so Romlyn had to wrap his arms around his back to support himself when he stood on tip toes and craned his neck to plant a wet, open-mouthed kiss on his husband’s mouth. It wasn’t so much a good luck kiss than a come-back-soon-and-fuck-me-senseless kiss, but Serano approved, if the tongue in Romlyn’s mouth was anything to go by.
He hoped Serano would come to him immediately after the battle. Sex was incredible when the altmer was still high on adrenaline and blood lust, and the rough, feral rutting it led to did things to Romlyn he didn’t want to admit. He tried to get that point across by pushing his knee between the taller man’s legs and rubbing himself against the silky fabric of his robes. Beneath the garment he could feel the bulge of his lover’s cock. They hadn’t fucked in weeks and Romlyn was positively aching for his touch.
Serano had simply chuckled and extricated himself from Romlyn’s embrace. One last meeting of gazes, one last brush of a golden skinned hand against his cheek and his husband was gone. Romlyn watched him go until he had disappeared through the gates. Off to decide a war that had nothing to do with either of them.
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„If you are looking for someone to blame, blame me. I should have noticed it sooner. During the battle he was always in front of me. We were all looking at his back the whole time. When the jarl delivered his speech he stood right next to me. But I didn’t see anything.”
Liar. Half-witted, ignorant liar. He is covered in blood, his body is crushed. And you come here, introducing yourself as his friend, while claiming that you didn’t see that he was dying?
“There was no warning. He just collapsed all of a sudden. One second he was standing in our midst, with this arrogant grin on his face, and then suddenly he was on the ground, and his limbs were shaking really weird. I didn’t react fast enough. I just stared. Maybe if we had gotten to Danica sooner it wouldn’t have turned out like this.”
It was a miracle he managed to hold himself upright that long. His robes were shredded when you brought him in. Lydia had to hold his stomach so that he didn’t spill his guts on the floor.
Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (1/?) (+ some tags)
Set a few weeks later, during/after the Civil War quest in which the Stromcloaks attack Whiterun. Obviously, my altmer!DB who is married to a dunmer fought for the Imperials.
tags: prompt:filled, es:skyrim, relationship:slash, race:Dunmer, race:Altmer, char:M!PC, char:romlyn_dreth, kink:angst
More tags later, when I have some more ready. This is going to be long...
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The few hours before the siege had been wonderful.
Serano had come by shortly before the battle started to “instruct” him how to behave during the siege: Stay inside the house, lock the door, hide, wait it out. No stormcloak soldier would be allowed to set foot into the city, so there would be no need for any more drastic measures. It was nothing Romlyn wouldn’t have been able to come up with himself. It was apparent that Serano had only come by because he wanted to see Romlyn before going into battle.
“One good luck kiss”, Serano had demanded while they stood in the doorway, granting him one of his rare smiles. They didn’t kiss that often and they most certainly didn’t do it while they were standing; the height difference was making it awkward. Serano didn’t bend down, and so Romlyn had to wrap his arms around his back to support himself when he stood on tip toes and craned his neck to plant a wet, open-mouthed kiss on his husband’s mouth. It wasn’t so much a good luck kiss than a come-back-soon-and-fuck-me-senseless kiss, but Serano approved, if the tongue in Romlyn’s mouth was anything to go by.
He hoped Serano would come to him immediately after the battle. Sex was incredible when the altmer was still high on adrenaline and blood lust, and the rough, feral rutting it led to did things to Romlyn he didn’t want to admit. He tried to get that point across by pushing his knee between the taller man’s legs and rubbing himself against the silky fabric of his robes. Beneath the garment he could feel the bulge of his lover’s cock. They hadn’t fucked in weeks and Romlyn was positively aching for his touch.
Serano had simply chuckled and extricated himself from Romlyn’s embrace. One last meeting of gazes, one last brush of a golden skinned hand against his cheek and his husband was gone. Romlyn watched him go until he had disappeared through the gates. Off to decide a war that had nothing to do with either of them.
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„If you are looking for someone to blame, blame me. I should have noticed it sooner. During the battle he was always in front of me. We were all looking at his back the whole time. When the jarl delivered his speech he stood right next to me. But I didn’t see anything.”
Liar. Half-witted, ignorant liar. He is covered in blood, his body is crushed. And you come here, introducing yourself as his friend, while claiming that you didn’t see that he was dying?
“There was no warning. He just collapsed all of a sudden. One second he was standing in our midst, with this arrogant grin on his face, and then suddenly he was on the ground, and his limbs were shaking really weird. I didn’t react fast enough. I just stared. Maybe if we had gotten to Danica sooner it wouldn’t have turned out like this.”
It was a miracle he managed to hold himself upright that long. His robes were shredded when you brought him in. Lydia had to hold his stomach so that he didn’t spill his guts on the floor.