Nibenor’s delicate hands were wrapping behind his neck, holding his torso upright at Farkas gripped at his hips, thrusting upwards harder and faster now. Whimpers were breaking from the elf, his abs trembling with the effort of keeping him upright, his hard length weeping a steady trail of precum. Grunts broke from Farkas’s own throat, feeling fire beginning to engulf his lower body. Sweat trickled down his back, just as Nibenor’s torso began to glisten in the dim light, overshadowed only by the swollen head of his cock.

It was entirely too much for Nibenor, feeling pleasure shoot up his spine as Farkas plunged inside him as deep and as hard as possible. Ecstasy overwhelmed him as the length dragged against his prostate, the heat in his body soaring to unbearable levels. He was aware of his back arching, his cock pulsing as he came, accompanied by a low, strangled cry. Muscles spasmed, clenching around Farkas and moments later, the Nord was crushing their mouths together, muffling his own groans against his partner.