The anticipation was worse than the first time they had kissed, inside Riften’s temple, with all of Serano’s closest friends and even the jarl staring at them expectantly. Just like back then Romlyn felt like this needed to be special, that it needed to mean something; that it needed to be slow and deliberate. The altmer’s breath was hot on his skin, almost unbearably so. He waited for Serano to make the first step and gasped in surprise when a tongue was shoved roughly into his mouth. Romlyn took that as his cue and wrapped his arms around his lover’s shoulders and pulled him down onto him, experimentally licking at Serano’s tongue. He tasted so good…
An irritated grunt was all the warning he got before his thighs were roughly shoved apart and a knee rubbed insistently at his crotch. He couldn’t suppress a needy moan at the unexpected stimulation and spread his legs even further.
Just for a few days.
It was enough for now. It had to be enough. It was not much, but it was a start. The altmer had agreed to stay in Whiterun for a few more days, and maybe, just maybe, they could work with that. They had never actually lived together before, so maybe if they experienced what that was like…
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Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (17/?)
Date: 2013-04-13 06:17 pm (UTC)An irritated grunt was all the warning he got before his thighs were roughly shoved apart and a knee rubbed insistently at his crotch. He couldn’t suppress a needy moan at the unexpected stimulation and spread his legs even further.
Just for a few days.
It was enough for now. It had to be enough. It was not much, but it was a start. The altmer had agreed to stay in Whiterun for a few more days, and maybe, just maybe, they could work with that. They had never actually lived together before, so maybe if they experienced what that was like…