A thick arm wrapped about Erandur’s waist and he let his eyes fall shut, turning to lean into the lightly haired chest. A rumble of laughter rippled through the firm muscles in response before lips fell lightly on his temple. A free hand pushed its way up his back, resting at the nape of the priest’s neck.
“And what might you need, hmm?”
He asked quietly, already knowing the answer as lips drifted to the tip of a long ear.
Einarr didn’t respond, choosing instead to run his tongue along the edge of Erandur’s ear, his hands drifting down to the older man’s shoulders. He rubbed lightly, pushing warmth into the tight muscles. Around them, night was advancing quickly, the temperature dropped sharply and he was damned if he was going to let Erandur feel the chill again tonight.
Sliding his hands lower he grasped at the priest’s hips through the fabric of his robes, rolling the slighter man on top of him. A dark eyebrow lifted in response and Einarr reached up, pulling Erandur down onto him. Dark grey lips met his own at that, a quiet groan of contentment escaping the dark elf.
With Erandur pliant against him, Einarr wasted no time in pushing the heavy cowl back from Erandur’s head, pulling the material away completely before moving onto the collar of his light robe. It took some time to remove the offending garment, its folds trapped between two bodies. Not to mention Einarr’s decreasing attention to the act when Erandur began to nip at his neck, the tip of his tongue flicking out to trace wet lines across pale skin.
Eventually, the rough material slipped from between them, leaving the elder bare chested. Einarr responded enthusiastically, removing his own clothing as quickly as he could, allowing their bare torsos to rest against one another. The act made him suddenly realise how warm it was getting under the layer of cloak, pressed against Erandur’s rapidly heating flesh.
The priest had managed to get a leg on either side of Einarr’s hips, straddling him, allowing as much contact between their skin as possible. Something firm pressed against his hip as the grey skinned man rocked against him slowly, firmly.
Einarr felt his hands move of their own accord, dragging down Erandur’s back, nails scratching, fingers gripping. It was a minor movement, but it was downright erotic. Especially coming from Erandur.
Erandur smiled against Einarr’s chest as the man let out a low groan. His slight movement had hit the right spot, and Einarr’s narrow hips jerked in response. He brought his head down, hearing the blonde snigger as his own dark hair feathered against his chest, tickling. Smiling still, his place his lips carefully on a well developed pectoral, fluttering kisses across the muscle before trailing down to hard lines of abdominal muscles.
The move caused his head to disappear under the cover of the cloak, leaving him cocooned in warmth and darkness once more. It sent a flush of heat through him, the thought of them moving together in the darkness, safe and warm, oddly comforting and arousing at the same time.
He swelled at the sensation, feeling his trousers grow uncomfortably tight. Eager to speed things up he nipped at the cluster of muscles beneath him. The Nord’s breath caught, body tensing at the motions, beginning to squirm as Erandur let his hands wander from the soft skin of his belly to the leather of his armoured trousers.
Despite the cold still lingering in his joints, not to mention the persistent twinges of pain that age brought to him, his hands unbuckled belts and loosened laces with a surprising swiftness and dexterity.
Take my coat! 1.3/?
“And what might you need, hmm?”
He asked quietly, already knowing the answer as lips drifted to the tip of a long ear.
Einarr didn’t respond, choosing instead to run his tongue along the edge of Erandur’s ear, his hands drifting down to the older man’s shoulders. He rubbed lightly, pushing warmth into the tight muscles. Around them, night was advancing quickly, the temperature dropped sharply and he was damned if he was going to let Erandur feel the chill again tonight.
Sliding his hands lower he grasped at the priest’s hips through the fabric of his robes, rolling the slighter man on top of him. A dark eyebrow lifted in response and Einarr reached up, pulling Erandur down onto him. Dark grey lips met his own at that, a quiet groan of contentment escaping the dark elf.
With Erandur pliant against him, Einarr wasted no time in pushing the heavy cowl back from Erandur’s head, pulling the material away completely before moving onto the collar of his light robe. It took some time to remove the offending garment, its folds trapped between two bodies. Not to mention Einarr’s decreasing attention to the act when Erandur began to nip at his neck, the tip of his tongue flicking out to trace wet lines across pale skin.
Eventually, the rough material slipped from between them, leaving the elder bare chested. Einarr responded enthusiastically, removing his own clothing as quickly as he could, allowing their bare torsos to rest against one another. The act made him suddenly realise how warm it was getting under the layer of cloak, pressed against Erandur’s rapidly heating flesh.
The priest had managed to get a leg on either side of Einarr’s hips, straddling him, allowing as much contact between their skin as possible. Something firm pressed against his hip as the grey skinned man rocked against him slowly, firmly.
Einarr felt his hands move of their own accord, dragging down Erandur’s back, nails scratching, fingers gripping. It was a minor movement, but it was downright erotic. Especially coming from Erandur.
Erandur smiled against Einarr’s chest as the man let out a low groan. His slight movement had hit the right spot, and Einarr’s narrow hips jerked in response. He brought his head down, hearing the blonde snigger as his own dark hair feathered against his chest, tickling. Smiling still, his place his lips carefully on a well developed pectoral, fluttering kisses across the muscle before trailing down to hard lines of abdominal muscles.
The move caused his head to disappear under the cover of the cloak, leaving him cocooned in warmth and darkness once more. It sent a flush of heat through him, the thought of them moving together in the darkness, safe and warm, oddly comforting and arousing at the same time.
He swelled at the sensation, feeling his trousers grow uncomfortably tight. Eager to speed things up he nipped at the cluster of muscles beneath him. The Nord’s breath caught, body tensing at the motions, beginning to squirm as Erandur let his hands wander from the soft skin of his belly to the leather of his armoured trousers.
Despite the cold still lingering in his joints, not to mention the persistent twinges of pain that age brought to him, his hands unbuckled belts and loosened laces with a surprising swiftness and dexterity.