Argis shifted and slowly wrapped his arms around Nikolai’s waist. He urged the younger man to continue and there was eager compliance. Their mouths met in another heated kiss, moans lost in the fight. Argis’ lips moved away as Nikolai let his head fall back as he rocked his hips. The older man ran his tongue along Nikolai’s neck, teeth scraping across skin and eliciting a pleased sound.
“By the eight, you are magnificent,” Argis murmured, hands running up Nikolai’s back once more. He could feel Nikolai’s weight shift backwards and he soon found himself holding the young man at a slight angle, still moving against him. For a moment he wondered if he was being used as nothing more than toy, something to help Nikolai get off. Those thoughts were quickly tossed aside as Nikolai’s hands came to rest on his shoulders.
“Fuck me.”
Argis looked at Nikolai, confusion mingling with the euphoria of the moment but said nothing.
Nikolai pulled himself close to Argis, mouths clashing once more as Nikolai quickened his pace. “I want you to take control,” he whispered, breaking the kiss. “I want to see you enjoying this.”
With one swift motion, and a cry of surprise, Argis had Nikolai pressed against the bedding. Those hazel eyes stared up at him filled with shock. Yet it wasn’t long before those eyes fluttered and a breathy moan escaped his lips. Argis set the pace, nearly pulling out of the man only to bury himself fully. Nikolai’s hands clawed at him with each thrust, his whimpers and moans urging Argis to continue.
Argis found a slow pace, one that seemed to draw a moan from Nikolai whenever he was fully seated. A smile of pure rapture inched it’s was across the young man’s face and his eyes locked with those of Argis. He reached for him and pulled the warrior into another kiss. Nikolai moved with him, meeting every thrust as best as he could.
The rhythm began to change and, it seemed, without a second thought Argis’ hand moved to take hold of Nikolai. The young man let out a low moan as Argis’ hand deftly kept in time with the rhythm he set. He murmured Argis’ name and was answered by sudden buck of the man’s hips. Nikolai smiled weakly, whispering the man’s name again and receiving a similar response.
“Dammit, Nikolai,” Argis growled. He tightened his grip slightly, the younger man’s only response becoming a moan as he bucked against him.
Nikolai ran his hands down Argis’ back and causing the man to arch his back in response. “You keep this up,” Nikolai breathed, “I won’t last much longer.”
Argis smiled, hair spilling over his shoulders as he brought his lips to Nikolai’s ear, “I want to hear you scream my name.”
Those words left Nikolai dumbfounded. He hadn’t expected this from Argis. Then again, this whole situation had long been a fantasy of his. Now he had that fantasy; this hardened warrior was his alone and he was loving him like no other. Nikolai knew that all he could do was comply.
Nikolai rolled his head to the side and grunted as Argis’ pace slowly grow erratic. He wanted this to continue but knew that he was reaching the end of his rope as well. Argis breathed his name and Nikolai found the sound of it exhilarating. The lust in the man’s voice, never before had he heard such a sound and he found it to be the tipping point.
Argis’ name seemed to echo through the room as Nikolai came. The warrior buried his head into the crook of his neck and let out an animalistic growl as he followed in kind, pumping himself as deep as he could into Nikolai. And Nikolai took it, panting and clinging to Argis as he emptied into him.
“You are a loud one,” Argis said with a heavy breath.
Nikolai looked into the man’s eyes, “I only gave you what you wanted.” He was shocked to see the slight blush sudden form in Argis’ cheeks before the man rolled off of him. Nikolai sighed. ‘Reality strikes so soon.’ “If we’re going to get an early start to Windhelm we may want to turn in.”
The only response Nikolai was given was a noncommittal grunt.
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Re: Now and Forever (7/8)
Date: 2013-07-27 04:03 am (UTC)“By the eight, you are magnificent,” Argis murmured, hands running up Nikolai’s back once more. He could feel Nikolai’s weight shift backwards and he soon found himself holding the young man at a slight angle, still moving against him. For a moment he wondered if he was being used as nothing more than toy, something to help Nikolai get off. Those thoughts were quickly tossed aside as Nikolai’s hands came to rest on his shoulders.
“Fuck me.”
Argis looked at Nikolai, confusion mingling with the euphoria of the moment but said nothing.
Nikolai pulled himself close to Argis, mouths clashing once more as Nikolai quickened his pace. “I want you to take control,” he whispered, breaking the kiss. “I want to see you enjoying this.”
With one swift motion, and a cry of surprise, Argis had Nikolai pressed against the bedding. Those hazel eyes stared up at him filled with shock. Yet it wasn’t long before those eyes fluttered and a breathy moan escaped his lips. Argis set the pace, nearly pulling out of the man only to bury himself fully. Nikolai’s hands clawed at him with each thrust, his whimpers and moans urging Argis to continue.
Argis found a slow pace, one that seemed to draw a moan from Nikolai whenever he was fully seated. A smile of pure rapture inched it’s was across the young man’s face and his eyes locked with those of Argis. He reached for him and pulled the warrior into another kiss. Nikolai moved with him, meeting every thrust as best as he could.
The rhythm began to change and, it seemed, without a second thought Argis’ hand moved to take hold of Nikolai. The young man let out a low moan as Argis’ hand deftly kept in time with the rhythm he set. He murmured Argis’ name and was answered by sudden buck of the man’s hips. Nikolai smiled weakly, whispering the man’s name again and receiving a similar response.
“Dammit, Nikolai,” Argis growled. He tightened his grip slightly, the younger man’s only response becoming a moan as he bucked against him.
Nikolai ran his hands down Argis’ back and causing the man to arch his back in response. “You keep this up,” Nikolai breathed, “I won’t last much longer.”
Argis smiled, hair spilling over his shoulders as he brought his lips to Nikolai’s ear, “I want to hear you scream my name.”
Those words left Nikolai dumbfounded. He hadn’t expected this from Argis. Then again, this whole situation had long been a fantasy of his. Now he had that fantasy; this hardened warrior was his alone and he was loving him like no other. Nikolai knew that all he could do was comply.
Nikolai rolled his head to the side and grunted as Argis’ pace slowly grow erratic. He wanted this to continue but knew that he was reaching the end of his rope as well. Argis breathed his name and Nikolai found the sound of it exhilarating. The lust in the man’s voice, never before had he heard such a sound and he found it to be the tipping point.
Argis’ name seemed to echo through the room as Nikolai came. The warrior buried his head into the crook of his neck and let out an animalistic growl as he followed in kind, pumping himself as deep as he could into Nikolai. And Nikolai took it, panting and clinging to Argis as he emptied into him.
“You are a loud one,” Argis said with a heavy breath.
Nikolai looked into the man’s eyes, “I only gave you what you wanted.” He was shocked to see the slight blush sudden form in Argis’ cheeks before the man rolled off of him. Nikolai sighed. ‘Reality strikes so soon.’ “If we’re going to get an early start to Windhelm we may want to turn in.”
The only response Nikolai was given was a noncommittal grunt.