He dragged himself upward, grinding his hips down into Thrynn's, until his mouth reached the older thief's neck. Keeping an agonizing, steady friction as he ground his hips in slow circles so their members rubbed against each other, Arend buried his face in the juncture between Thrynn's throat and shoulder and used his sinfully talented mouth to leave a cluster of red love-bruises that would be impossible to hide even with the raised collar of the man's Thieves Guild armor.
"Fuuuuuck," breathed Thrynn, letting his eyes flutter closed. Arend chuckled and nipped lightly at his ear.
"You know what I thought about the first time I saw you?" whispered the slender thief, not waiting for an answer before continuing, "I thought about you fucking me hard against the wall of the Cistern. I thought about those sexy arms lifting me up and slamming me against a table. I wanted you to take me right there, right where everyone could see."
Between them, Thrynn's cock twitched at Arend's words, and he bucked his hips. Letting out a deep growl, he grabbed the smaller Nord by the back of the hair and rolled them while simultaneously crushing their lips together. It was Arend's turn to moan this time, as Thrynn forced his tongue into the boy's mouth and claimed control of the kiss. Wrapping his arms around the bandit's neck, Arend curled one leg around the other's thigh and pulled him in closer, trying to hint what he wanted. Thrynn was no fool. When the pair broke apart, gasping for air a few moments later, Thrynn's eyes were burning with Nord fire, with the need to dominate and to claim.
"Big talk for such a young pup," he growled dangerously. "You sure you can handle it? I ain't exactly the gentle type."
"Gods, yes," pleaded Arend, shivering with delight at the deep, masculine quality of his voice. "Don't you dare hold back. I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk afterward."
Thrynn grinned then, and for a moment, Arend was reminded sharply of being held down by a wolf or a saber cat, helplessly pinned and moments away from being devoured. The thought sent desire coursing down his spine to pool in his belly.
"I'll take that as a challenge," replied Thrynn confidently. Then the large Nord's warm weight was suddenly absent as he straightened up onto his knees. He shuffled forward, and Arend understood what he was doing when he was grabbed once again by the back of the head and pulled upward so he was eye-level with Thrynn's thick, weeping cock.
"Suck, unless you want it dry," he ordered gruffly. Obediently, Arend slid his mouth over the tip, using one of his hands to pull back the foreskin and laving the flat tip with broad swipes of his tongue. Then he held his breath and took him into his mouth all the way until his nose was buried in the musky bristles of the bandit's navel. He looked up, fixing Thrynn with a playful yet submissive stare. Unconsciously, Thrynn's hips began to rock back and forth, and Arend allowed him to fuck his mouth and throat for several more shaky thrusts before he had no choice but to pull back, gasping for air. A strand of saliva connected Arend's red, swollen lips to the tip of Thrynn's equally red cock, and the young thief smirked as he swiped his bottom lip with his thumb.
"Fuck, you're good at that," Thrynn admitted freely. Then his lips curled upward into a predatory leer and he pushed Arend roughly back down to the straw bed and pushed his legs apart with his knees. Suddenly, the smaller Nord felt the blunt head of the bandit's cock nudging the cleft of his ass, and that was all the warning he got before Thrynn abruptly snapped his hips forward, sheathing himself in Arend's tight heat in one motion.
"H-Ha-ah… fuck!" he hissed, arching his back and clapping his hand over his mouth to stifle the scream that threatened to rip itself from his throat. Arend's other arm tightened around Thrynn's neck, and his breathing grew heavy and labored.
"By the Nine, you're tight," groaned Thrynn as Arend clenched around his member, giving the boy only a moment or two to adjust to his sizable girth before rocking his hips experimentally.
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"Two Down" 5/?
Date: 2013-06-08 11:46 am (UTC)"Fuuuuuck," breathed Thrynn, letting his eyes flutter closed. Arend chuckled and nipped lightly at his ear.
"You know what I thought about the first time I saw you?" whispered the slender thief, not waiting for an answer before continuing, "I thought about you fucking me hard against the wall of the Cistern. I thought about those sexy arms lifting me up and slamming me against a table. I wanted you to take me right there, right where everyone could see."
Between them, Thrynn's cock twitched at Arend's words, and he bucked his hips. Letting out a deep growl, he grabbed the smaller Nord by the back of the hair and rolled them while simultaneously crushing their lips together. It was Arend's turn to moan this time, as Thrynn forced his tongue into the boy's mouth and claimed control of the kiss. Wrapping his arms around the bandit's neck, Arend curled one leg around the other's thigh and pulled him in closer, trying to hint what he wanted. Thrynn was no fool. When the pair broke apart, gasping for air a few moments later, Thrynn's eyes were burning with Nord fire, with the need to dominate and to claim.
"Big talk for such a young pup," he growled dangerously. "You sure you can handle it? I ain't exactly the gentle type."
"Gods, yes," pleaded Arend, shivering with delight at the deep, masculine quality of his voice. "Don't you dare hold back. I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk afterward."
Thrynn grinned then, and for a moment, Arend was reminded sharply of being held down by a wolf or a saber cat, helplessly pinned and moments away from being devoured. The thought sent desire coursing down his spine to pool in his belly.
"I'll take that as a challenge," replied Thrynn confidently. Then the large Nord's warm weight was suddenly absent as he straightened up onto his knees. He shuffled forward, and Arend understood what he was doing when he was grabbed once again by the back of the head and pulled upward so he was eye-level with Thrynn's thick, weeping cock.
"Suck, unless you want it dry," he ordered gruffly. Obediently, Arend slid his mouth over the tip, using one of his hands to pull back the foreskin and laving the flat tip with broad swipes of his tongue. Then he held his breath and took him into his mouth all the way until his nose was buried in the musky bristles of the bandit's navel. He looked up, fixing Thrynn with a playful yet submissive stare. Unconsciously, Thrynn's hips began to rock back and forth, and Arend allowed him to fuck his mouth and throat for several more shaky thrusts before he had no choice but to pull back, gasping for air. A strand of saliva connected Arend's red, swollen lips to the tip of Thrynn's equally red cock, and the young thief smirked as he swiped his bottom lip with his thumb.
"Fuck, you're good at that," Thrynn admitted freely. Then his lips curled upward into a predatory leer and he pushed Arend roughly back down to the straw bed and pushed his legs apart with his knees. Suddenly, the smaller Nord felt the blunt head of the bandit's cock nudging the cleft of his ass, and that was all the warning he got before Thrynn abruptly snapped his hips forward, sheathing himself in Arend's tight heat in one motion.
"H-Ha-ah… fuck!" he hissed, arching his back and clapping his hand over his mouth to stifle the scream that threatened to rip itself from his throat. Arend's other arm tightened around Thrynn's neck, and his breathing grew heavy and labored.
"By the Nine, you're tight," groaned Thrynn as Arend clenched around his member, giving the boy only a moment or two to adjust to his sizable girth before rocking his hips experimentally.