“Ssshh. I know what you need. That’s exactly why this is so much fun.”
He groaned in frustration and opened his mouth to beg some more just to have a gauntleted hand shove his face against the black boot again.
Whining he continued twirling his tongue around the metal while his lover held his head in place. Serano’s grip on his hair was tight; Romlyn couldn’t even move his head let alone look up to gauge his lover’s expression without hurting himself.
However, he was free to use his own fingers on himself.
Tired of going slow he forced three fingers into his body at once. He winced and had to grit his teeth but didn’t stop; impatiently he started scissoring his fingers and tried to stretch himself for his lover as fast as he could. It burned in such a wonderful way that it was almost frightening.
“Please. Tell me what I’m supposed to do. Just tell me how you want me.”His words were interrupted by short wheezing breaths whenever he found a good angle to push his fingers deeper inside. By now his cock was hard and leaking, just from his own touches and the knowledge that his lover’s eyes tracked every small movement of his fingers. He wanted to touch his cock, he was aching, but Serano hadn’t given him permission yet; Romlyn tried to look as inviting as possible and whined low when his lover didn’t do anything.
“Just fuck me already! I can’t- I need the real thing.”
Romlyn tried to compensate the lack of stimulation by stretching his hole, imagining his lover’s thick cock inside him. He didn’t bother searching for the right angle that would make the digits brush against that sweet spot inside him that would make this feel even better; it was enough to simply have something inside him, be filled by something again. He was fucking himself in earnest on his fingers now, but it was not enough, not nearly enough, not when he knew that his lover was just as hard as him. Or so he hoped.
“What did you say? I’m afraid I didn’t quite catch that.” Romlyn could practically hear the smug grin on his lover’s face. “But it looks like you’re enjoying yourself even without me doing anything. Maybe I should just leave you to it and head on to Solitude, hmm?”
Oh gods, please don’t.
“Don’t you want me anymore? Don’t you want to be balls-deep inside me?”, Romlyn groaned impatiently.
“Maybe. Eventually. But first I’m going to drive you utterly mad with want. I don’t want you begging, I want you sobbing for my dick, and I’m afraid you’re not quite there yet. Now what should we do about that?”
Romlyn bit his lip so hard that he tasted blood.
He was in no mood for Serano’s games today. They were always hard on him; but now that he was stretched and slicked and so ready to be fucked the prospect of even more teasing was mortifying. It had been far too long.
“And if I told you I was thinking about trying something special today?”, he wondered out loud.
That particular phrase earned him his lover’s undivided attention.
The first time Serano had wanted to do “something special” he had dragged Romlyn all the way to Dawnstar because apparently this was where he owned his personal underground torture chamber. Romlyn had always known that he himself had a somewhat masochistic streak, and that night he had found out that the two of them complemented each other perfectly in that respect. Another time he had learned that while his husband was skilled with Destruction and Restoration magic he excelled in Illusion spells: A wicked combination of Hysteria, Frenzy and Fury spells had turned him into a quivering mess of need and every little touch Serano granted him into a revelation. On another occasion Serano had tried to achieve the same effect by drugging him up with skooma, which had been another mind-blowing experience even though Romlyn’s memories of that peculiar incident were somewhat hazy.
This was the first time Romlyn tried to initiate anything like that.
“What did you have in mind?”, Serano growled.
“I remember, you know”, he whispered. “That one night your inner wolf fucked my brains out.”
This time he was certainly not imagining his lover’s breathing turning irregular; Serano was panting somewhere above him, panting for him.
Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (24/?)
“Ssshh. I know what you need. That’s exactly why this is so much fun.”
He groaned in frustration and opened his mouth to beg some more just to have a gauntleted hand shove his face against the black boot again.
Whining he continued twirling his tongue around the metal while his lover held his head in place. Serano’s grip on his hair was tight; Romlyn couldn’t even move his head let alone look up to gauge his lover’s expression without hurting himself.
However, he was free to use his own fingers on himself.
Tired of going slow he forced three fingers into his body at once. He winced and had to grit his teeth but didn’t stop; impatiently he started scissoring his fingers and tried to stretch himself for his lover as fast as he could. It burned in such a wonderful way that it was almost frightening.
“Please. Tell me what I’m supposed to do. Just tell me how you want me.”His words were interrupted by short wheezing breaths whenever he found a good angle to push his fingers deeper inside. By now his cock was hard and leaking, just from his own touches and the knowledge that his lover’s eyes tracked every small movement of his fingers. He wanted to touch his cock, he was aching, but Serano hadn’t given him permission yet; Romlyn tried to look as inviting as possible and whined low when his lover didn’t do anything.
“Just fuck me already! I can’t- I need the real thing.”
Romlyn tried to compensate the lack of stimulation by stretching his hole, imagining his lover’s thick cock inside him. He didn’t bother searching for the right angle that would make the digits brush against that sweet spot inside him that would make this feel even better; it was enough to simply have something inside him, be filled by something again. He was fucking himself in earnest on his fingers now, but it was not enough, not nearly enough, not when he knew that his lover was just as hard as him. Or so he hoped.
“What did you say? I’m afraid I didn’t quite catch that.” Romlyn could practically hear the smug grin on his lover’s face. “But it looks like you’re enjoying yourself even without me doing anything. Maybe I should just leave you to it and head on to Solitude, hmm?”
Oh gods, please don’t.
“Don’t you want me anymore? Don’t you want to be balls-deep inside me?”, Romlyn groaned impatiently.
“Maybe. Eventually. But first I’m going to drive you utterly mad with want. I don’t want you begging, I want you sobbing for my dick, and I’m afraid you’re not quite there yet. Now what should we do about that?”
Romlyn bit his lip so hard that he tasted blood.
He was in no mood for Serano’s games today. They were always hard on him; but now that he was stretched and slicked and so ready to be fucked the prospect of even more teasing was mortifying. It had been far too long.
“And if I told you I was thinking about trying something special today?”, he wondered out loud.
That particular phrase earned him his lover’s undivided attention.
The first time Serano had wanted to do “something special” he had dragged Romlyn all the way to Dawnstar because apparently this was where he owned his personal underground torture chamber. Romlyn had always known that he himself had a somewhat masochistic streak, and that night he had found out that the two of them complemented each other perfectly in that respect. Another time he had learned that while his husband was skilled with Destruction and Restoration magic he excelled in Illusion spells: A wicked combination of Hysteria, Frenzy and Fury spells had turned him into a quivering mess of need and every little touch Serano granted him into a revelation. On another occasion Serano had tried to achieve the same effect by drugging him up with skooma, which had been another mind-blowing experience even though Romlyn’s memories of that peculiar incident were somewhat hazy.
This was the first time Romlyn tried to initiate anything like that.
“What did you have in mind?”, Serano growled.
“I remember, you know”, he whispered. “That one night your inner wolf fucked my brains out.”
This time he was certainly not imagining his lover’s breathing turning irregular; Serano was panting somewhere above him, panting for him.