“I can scarcely imagine anything flattering you. My country literally sings your praises.”
“While I enjoy the attention of the bards, I prefer the praise of the more cunning and intellectual. From someone scholarly and perhaps stubborn. Preferably dressed in blue, and…”
Farengar felt an invisible hand grab his chin, while an arm encircled his waist, pulling him against a firm body.
“...rugged.”
Unseen lips pressed against his. He tried to remain still, lest he look odd to people passing by, as Therion began deepening the kiss. His rational mind wondered at what was happening, unsure what to think. He could push the elf away, but he didn’t particularly want to. Something bitter in his heart objected, saying it was too fast, undignified, and far too public for his taste. Not to mention the mysterious elf had too many secrets to possibly be trustworthy. But the feeling was postponed, as what was left of his rational mind thought, oh gods, what was he doing with that talented tongue of his.
Therion gently pushed Farengar backward into a small, private alcove, pressing him against a set of double doors, pausing to recast his invisibility spell before it could drop away. Returning his attention to Farengar’s lips once more, he kissed him hungrily, using his tongue in the way which seemed to please the wizard, while at the same time parting his robes and pressing a thigh between his legs.
The small moan which escaped Farengar’s lips was a delicious and slightly desperate sound. It made Therion ache against his leather armor.
The mer broke away to whisper in his ear once more, enjoying the effect it had on him.
“Nust aal hon…” he breathed, knowing Farengar could translate the phrase, someone will hear.
Therion smiled wickedly as the wizard shuddered at the words.
Farengar was done holding still in case the eyes of the world fell on him, while an invisible man made sexual advances upon him. He touched his magicka and disappeared into thin air, his illusion spell making a crack unlike Therion’s stealthy magic. He found the leather armor of Therion’s chest and moved his hands up from there, tracing the muscles beneath as he charted his hands along the unseen body. Finding his face, he stroked with his hands until his thumb located Therion’s invisible lips, and he felt the elf move his mouth around his thumb. Farengar let him suck on the finger momentarily before withdrawing it. Then he brought it back to his lips, tracing them.
Therion parted his lips, letting him invisibly trace and explore his mouth, repeating his movement from before when Farengar’s finger finally entered his mouth. Farengar roughly grabbed Therion’s chin, forcing him down into a ferocious kiss. Therion could barely focus as he searched his pocket. Pulling the correct key out at last, he nearly dropped it as he felt Farengar’s teeth graze his lower lip.
His invisibility broke as he opened the door and pushed Farengar inside.
The mage reappeared as Therion shut the door to Proudspire Manor behind them, and shoved Farengar up against it.
Therion's gibberish comes out in the form of several different tongues, because he dreams in multiple languages at a time. If you're curious, this is what he muttered (Altmeris constructed loosely from fan-made Reddit attempts to create Elder Scrolls languages):
Altmeris Nu, ae na, baene cendre, aure we, and, long time, important
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timeasmymeasure
Re: Fire and Potions - 52/?
Date: 2014-08-02 06:09 am (UTC)“While I enjoy the attention of the bards, I prefer the praise of the more cunning and intellectual. From someone scholarly and perhaps stubborn. Preferably dressed in blue, and…”
Farengar felt an invisible hand grab his chin, while an arm encircled his waist, pulling him against a firm body.
“...rugged.”
Unseen lips pressed against his. He tried to remain still, lest he look odd to people passing by, as Therion began deepening the kiss. His rational mind wondered at what was happening, unsure what to think. He could push the elf away, but he didn’t particularly want to. Something bitter in his heart objected, saying it was too fast, undignified, and far too public for his taste. Not to mention the mysterious elf had too many secrets to possibly be trustworthy. But the feeling was postponed, as what was left of his rational mind thought, oh gods, what was he doing with that talented tongue of his.
Therion gently pushed Farengar backward into a small, private alcove, pressing him against a set of double doors, pausing to recast his invisibility spell before it could drop away. Returning his attention to Farengar’s lips once more, he kissed him hungrily, using his tongue in the way which seemed to please the wizard, while at the same time parting his robes and pressing a thigh between his legs.
The small moan which escaped Farengar’s lips was a delicious and slightly desperate sound. It made Therion ache against his leather armor.
The mer broke away to whisper in his ear once more, enjoying the effect it had on him.
“Nust aal hon…” he breathed, knowing Farengar could translate the phrase, someone will hear.
Therion smiled wickedly as the wizard shuddered at the words.
Farengar was done holding still in case the eyes of the world fell on him, while an invisible man made sexual advances upon him. He touched his magicka and disappeared into thin air, his illusion spell making a crack unlike Therion’s stealthy magic. He found the leather armor of Therion’s chest and moved his hands up from there, tracing the muscles beneath as he charted his hands along the unseen body. Finding his face, he stroked with his hands until his thumb located Therion’s invisible lips, and he felt the elf move his mouth around his thumb. Farengar let him suck on the finger momentarily before withdrawing it. Then he brought it back to his lips, tracing them.
Therion parted his lips, letting him invisibly trace and explore his mouth, repeating his movement from before when Farengar’s finger finally entered his mouth. Farengar roughly grabbed Therion’s chin, forcing him down into a ferocious kiss. Therion could barely focus as he searched his pocket. Pulling the correct key out at last, he nearly dropped it as he felt Farengar’s teeth graze his lower lip.
His invisibility broke as he opened the door and pushed Farengar inside.
The mage reappeared as Therion shut the door to Proudspire Manor behind them, and shoved Farengar up against it.
“So, who owns the house?” Farengar asked.
He felt the door lock behind him with a click.
“A handsome elf,” Therion chuckled, pushing Farengar’s robes down.
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Therion's gibberish comes out in the form of several different tongues, because he dreams in multiple languages at a time. If you're curious, this is what he muttered (Altmeris constructed loosely from fan-made Reddit attempts to create Elder Scrolls languages):
Altmeris
Nu, ae na, baene cendre, aure
we, and, long time, important
Dovahkul
Frul Bron
Ephemeral Nord