Gods, he had missed this. He wanted to meet Serano’s thrusts but couldn’t; he had no other option but to lie there and let Serano do whatever he wanted.
Metal pieces of his husband’s armor pressed against his crotch again; but Romlyn was too far gone to note any pain there. By now he welcomed the rough friction that turned his high-pitched mewls into desperate sobs and made him arch his back with every thrust.
It didn’t take long until the altmer found the right angle to hit that spot inside him that could make him squeal like a woman. And Romlyn did squeal, clenching hard around Serano, reveling in the labored groans he elicited from his lover in return.
His husband started pounding him even harder, until the wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh were all Romlyn could hear.
“S-shit, you’re tight.”
Romlyn’s brain didn’t even register the words his husband groaned near his ear. It did, however, register the warm tongue teasing the shell of his ear with short, irregular swipes.
It was perfect. The combination of a hot tongue twirling his ear, the cold armor crushing his own cock beneath it and the rough, jerking thrusts of the cock inside him pushed him over the edge.
He couldn’t last long.
He came with a shout all over Serano’s armor, coating it with his seed and probably earning himself a stern scolding when his lover found even a speck of rust on it later.
His head lolled to the side, but he wasn’t allowed to rest just yet since his husband wasn’t finished with him. His hands slipped powerlessly from the back of his knees and his legs started to drop, but Serano kept going. The altmer kept fucking him until his rhythm turned irregular and his thrusts shallower, and Romlyn kept mewling shamelessly even though the stimulation was more than just bordering on painful by now. Still he shivered in pleasure when his lover emptied himself inside him, filling him with his seed and making him forget for a few blissful seconds that this man would leave him alone for the foreseeable future.
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They stayed unmoving like that for a few moments, the spent flesh still buried deep inside him, until Serano had regained his breath.
When he finally decided to roll off of Romlyn and relieve him of the uncomfortable position he had lost nearly all feeling in his legs.
His back hurt.
His head hurt.
His arms hurt.
Even his damn ear hurt where Serano had bitten him when he had reached his climax.
The knowledge that Serano’s seed was running down his legs made him feel filthy.
He highly doubted that he would able to stand up anytime soon.
So there was absolutely no justification for the stupid grin on his face.
He wasn’t sure how long he stayed sprawled out on the floor and enjoyed the afterglow like that while Serano cleaned himself up, straightened his armor and gathered his provisions. Lying on the hard floor was uncomfortable, but he just couldn’t find it in him to move.
He had just had sex on the floor. Next time he would have to remember to lead his lover towards their bed before he tried to seduce him.
“Are you going to stay down there the whole day?”, his husband asked in annoyance when he was forced to step around Romlyn again.
Instead of offering a response he voiced the question that had been on his mind for quite some time.
“Why didn’t you turn into a werewolf? I told you, I’ll do anything you ask. I wouldn't have minded.”
Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (28/?)
Metal pieces of his husband’s armor pressed against his crotch again; but Romlyn was too far gone to note any pain there. By now he welcomed the rough friction that turned his high-pitched mewls into desperate sobs and made him arch his back with every thrust.
It didn’t take long until the altmer found the right angle to hit that spot inside him that could make him squeal like a woman. And Romlyn did squeal, clenching hard around Serano, reveling in the labored groans he elicited from his lover in return.
His husband started pounding him even harder, until the wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh were all Romlyn could hear.
“S-shit, you’re tight.”
Romlyn’s brain didn’t even register the words his husband groaned near his ear. It did, however, register the warm tongue teasing the shell of his ear with short, irregular swipes.
It was perfect. The combination of a hot tongue twirling his ear, the cold armor crushing his own cock beneath it and the rough, jerking thrusts of the cock inside him pushed him over the edge.
He couldn’t last long.
He came with a shout all over Serano’s armor, coating it with his seed and probably earning himself a stern scolding when his lover found even a speck of rust on it later.
His head lolled to the side, but he wasn’t allowed to rest just yet since his husband wasn’t finished with him. His hands slipped powerlessly from the back of his knees and his legs started to drop, but Serano kept going. The altmer kept fucking him until his rhythm turned irregular and his thrusts shallower, and Romlyn kept mewling shamelessly even though the stimulation was more than just bordering on painful by now. Still he shivered in pleasure when his lover emptied himself inside him, filling him with his seed and making him forget for a few blissful seconds that this man would leave him alone for the foreseeable future.
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They stayed unmoving like that for a few moments, the spent flesh still buried deep inside him, until Serano had regained his breath.
When he finally decided to roll off of Romlyn and relieve him of the uncomfortable position he had lost nearly all feeling in his legs.
His back hurt.
His head hurt.
His arms hurt.
Even his damn ear hurt where Serano had bitten him when he had reached his climax.
The knowledge that Serano’s seed was running down his legs made him feel filthy.
He highly doubted that he would able to stand up anytime soon.
So there was absolutely no justification for the stupid grin on his face.
He wasn’t sure how long he stayed sprawled out on the floor and enjoyed the afterglow like that while Serano cleaned himself up, straightened his armor and gathered his provisions. Lying on the hard floor was uncomfortable, but he just couldn’t find it in him to move.
He had just had sex on the floor. Next time he would have to remember to lead his lover towards their bed before he tried to seduce him.
“Are you going to stay down there the whole day?”, his husband asked in annoyance when he was forced to step around Romlyn again.
Instead of offering a response he voiced the question that had been on his mind for quite some time.
“Why didn’t you turn into a werewolf? I told you, I’ll do anything you ask. I wouldn't have minded.”