As Argis turned his head to continue his train of thought, everything around him seemed to come to a halt. He had never imagined a man's lips could be so soft. The kiss was tender and nervous and for a moment he found himself lost in it. His body seemed to respond against his mind's will as he returned the gesture.
Then it stopped. Argis could see the younger man shake slightly as he pulled away, keeping his eyes down with sudden shame. "What's wrong," he muttered.
"I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry."
Argis reached for Nikolai, saw him glance up in worry about what was to come. For the moment Argis would blame the mead for what he did. He pulled the young Nord close and kissed his forehead. It was all he could muster to do but it didn't matter. Nikolai suddenly seemed at ease and by the action, pressing himself against Argis and delivering a hungry kiss. He was compliant and soon the world seemed to be spinning as their tongues ran against each other.
Those lips moved away from Argis', trailing down his neck as fingers began to work at pulling free his clothes. His eyes drifted shut and he began to noticed how vulnerable he felt without his armor. Every touch and motion could be felt through the fabric; nothing went unnoticed. The feeling of Nikolai's hands running up the length of his torso was strange. It was hard not to note the calluses but the way he found himself caressed was enough to ignore the sensations.
"Nik-"
"Do you want me to stop?" Those words whispered in his ear, the feeling of Nikolai's breath, made Argis shudder despite himself. He could hear the smile on the young Nord's voice, "Are you still comfortable?"
All Argis could manage to do was give a quick nod. He could feel Nikolai shift and opened his eyes. He was stripping away his shirt, blonde hair spilling over his shoulders. Argis felt his stomach tighten as Nikolai straddled without pause. He leaned down and kissed the older man once more, lightly, before he began to relieve Argis of his own shirt.
Slowly Argis let his hands wander. He noticed Nikolai pause as he set his hands on his hips, fingers gripping him tightly. His hands slipped upwards and swept over his back. Argis could feel the muscles tense beneath his touch. He was oft beneath his fingers, finding the myriad of scars that went unseen.
Nikolai let out a shaky breath as Argis wrapped his arms around him and held him tight, nuzzling against his neck. He considered himself lucky with the man’s reactions, whether or not they were aided by the wine. Without a word Nikolai pulled away from Argis but the man didn’t relinquish his hold. The two shifted, Nikolai quickly finding himself sitting in Argis’ lap with his legs curled around him. Once more he snaked his finders in the older man’s hair and could feel the reaction it caused. It was becoming rather obvious that Argis was enjoying himself.
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Re: Now and Forever (4/?)
Date: 2013-07-16 04:51 am (UTC)Then it stopped. Argis could see the younger man shake slightly as he pulled away, keeping his eyes down with sudden shame. "What's wrong," he muttered.
"I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry."
Argis reached for Nikolai, saw him glance up in worry about what was to come. For the moment Argis would blame the mead for what he did. He pulled the young Nord close and kissed his forehead. It was all he could muster to do but it didn't matter. Nikolai suddenly seemed at ease and by the action, pressing himself against Argis and delivering a hungry kiss. He was compliant and soon the world seemed to be spinning as their tongues ran against each other.
Those lips moved away from Argis', trailing down his neck as fingers began to work at pulling free his clothes. His eyes drifted shut and he began to noticed how vulnerable he felt without his armor. Every touch and motion could be felt through the fabric; nothing went unnoticed. The feeling of Nikolai's hands running up the length of his torso was strange. It was hard not to note the calluses but the way he found himself caressed was enough to ignore the sensations.
"Nik-"
"Do you want me to stop?" Those words whispered in his ear, the feeling of Nikolai's breath, made Argis shudder despite himself. He could hear the smile on the young Nord's voice, "Are you still comfortable?"
All Argis could manage to do was give a quick nod. He could feel Nikolai shift and opened his eyes. He was stripping away his shirt, blonde hair spilling over his shoulders. Argis felt his stomach tighten as Nikolai straddled without pause. He leaned down and kissed the older man once more, lightly, before he began to relieve Argis of his own shirt.
Slowly Argis let his hands wander. He noticed Nikolai pause as he set his hands on his hips, fingers gripping him tightly. His hands slipped upwards and swept over his back. Argis could feel the muscles tense beneath his touch. He was oft beneath his fingers, finding the myriad of scars that went unseen.
Nikolai let out a shaky breath as Argis wrapped his arms around him and held him tight, nuzzling against his neck. He considered himself lucky with the man’s reactions, whether or not they were aided by the wine. Without a word Nikolai pulled away from Argis but the man didn’t relinquish his hold. The two shifted, Nikolai quickly finding himself sitting in Argis’ lap with his legs curled around him. Once more he snaked his finders in the older man’s hair and could feel the reaction it caused. It was becoming rather obvious that Argis was enjoying himself.
“Do you trust me,” Nikolai whispered.
“With my life.”