He remembered clearly sitting on this very bed, looking up to the man standing before him, his arousal on Farkas's eye level. The other man's moans as he slowly took him in his mouth all the motivation he needed. He felt so powerful, knowing that this great man, the legendary dragonborn, was at his very mercy. That he was the one arousing the most powerful man alive like this. His hand was pumping his shaft faster, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive tip as he remembered Hagen's musky flavour. He licked his lips as he had licked the other man's cock just a forthnight ago. His hips slowly began to thrust into his own fist at the memory of the other man's hand tangled in his hair, pushing himself deeper into Farkas's mouth. He had been so happy to oblige, to swallow him as much as he could.
He remembered the blissful look in the other man's eyes as they shared these moments, and the love he felt for the man who had slowly turned into his hero. That night he wanted nothing more than to make Hagen scream his name, to fill him and be filled by him. And his wish had been granted.
Before the other man found his release, he pulled away from Farkas and asked him for permission to fill him. For a lack of words, the werewolf just turned around and invited his lover to become one with him. He will never forget the gentleness with which the man he loved slowly penetrated him. At this memory Farkas's other hand joined the first, now slowly massaging his balls as Hagen had done the night he had taken him. They mated like the wolves they were, the thrusts getting harder the closer to the edge they both got. Hagen whispered sweet nothings into Farkas's ear, telling him for how long he had longed for him, how he drove him crazy and how he loved his tightness around his manhood, while pumping his lover's hard cock in the rythm of his own thrusts.
Farkas came all over his own hand, remembering clearly how it felt as his lover spilled his seed inside of him. He felt so complete that night, as if the part that had been missing all his life had finally been found. But now he felt more lonely than he had ever before. Alone with his thoughts, the lingering smell of the other man on his sheets, and his own seed spilled over his hands. Just like the next morning, when he woke up to find his lover gone. And the day after, when he finally confronted Hagen who, looking at him with these cold eyes that normally had been reserved for others, but never him, confessed it had been a mistake. The pain in his heart returned with the memory, together with the humiliation and self-loathing. Had he lost a friend because he could not control his urges? Had he been used? Farkas knew he loved the other man, and part of him refused to believe these feelings had not been mutual. Yet, Hagen was gone, an Farkas was alone with his doubts and self-loathing. And no matter how hard he tried, he could not stop thinking of the man he had fallen in love with.
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Re: Of Love and Betrayal 01b/?
Date: 2013-03-22 10:32 pm (UTC)His hand was pumping his shaft faster, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive tip as he remembered Hagen's musky flavour. He licked his lips as he had licked the other man's cock just a forthnight ago. His hips slowly began to thrust into his own fist at the memory of the other man's hand tangled in his hair, pushing himself deeper into Farkas's mouth. He had been so happy to oblige, to swallow him as much as he could.
He remembered the blissful look in the other man's eyes as they shared these moments, and the love he felt for the man who had slowly turned into his hero. That night he wanted nothing more than to make Hagen scream his name, to fill him and be filled by him.
And his wish had been granted.
Before the other man found his release, he pulled away from Farkas and asked him for permission to fill him. For a lack of words, the werewolf just turned around and invited his lover to become one with him.
He will never forget the gentleness with which the man he loved slowly penetrated him.
At this memory Farkas's other hand joined the first, now slowly massaging his balls as Hagen had done the night he had taken him. They mated like the wolves they were, the thrusts getting harder the closer to the edge they both got. Hagen whispered sweet nothings into Farkas's ear, telling him for how long he had longed for him, how he drove him crazy and how he loved his tightness around his manhood, while pumping his lover's hard cock in the rythm of his own thrusts.
Farkas came all over his own hand, remembering clearly how it felt as his lover spilled his seed inside of him. He felt so complete that night, as if the part that had been missing all his life had finally been found. But now he felt more lonely than he had ever before. Alone with his thoughts, the lingering smell of the other man on his sheets, and his own seed spilled over his hands.
Just like the next morning, when he woke up to find his lover gone. And the day after, when he finally confronted Hagen who, looking at him with these cold eyes that normally had been reserved for others, but never him, confessed it had been a mistake.
The pain in his heart returned with the memory, together with the humiliation and self-loathing.
Had he lost a friend because he could not control his urges? Had he been used?
Farkas knew he loved the other man, and part of him refused to believe these feelings had not been mutual. Yet, Hagen was gone, an Farkas was alone with his doubts and self-loathing. And no matter how hard he tried, he could not stop thinking of the man he had fallen in love with.