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M!DB/M!Follower - take my coat

(Anonymous) 2013-04-27 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
The DB and his poor follower go a lot of places way out in the wilderness, and sometimes those places are full of cold and snow. On this particular occasion, the follower - a non-Nord - is shivering pretty hard. The DB has a nice warm cloak.

Go crazy (although if you need suggestions for followers/bonus points, it'd be neat to see someone who doesn't get tossed around much and/or can't follow you under normal circumstances. Alternatively, I'm always up for some Erandur).

Re: M!DB/M!Follower - take my coat

(Anonymous) 2013-04-27 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Can´t resist. Just yesterday, I found this amazing pic EXACTLY portraying your prompt. Enjoy ;) (M!Nord!DB and Marcurio, btw)

http://shaydh.deviantart.com/art/This-cold-is-unbearable-320123014?q=gallery%3Ashaydh%2F2144490&qo=9

Re: M!DB/M!Follower - take my coat

(Anonymous) 2013-04-27 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh wow that's amazing. ♥ I guess this is as good a place as any to note that I'm cool with Marcurio too...

Re: M!DB/M!Follower - take my coat

(Anonymous) 2013-05-09 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Ooh I do love me some cold sexytimes plot. And I'm so willing to do another. Especially with Erandur.

A fill is on it's way :)

Take my coat! 1/?

(Anonymous) 2013-05-25 11:27 am (UTC)(link)
Kinks: Slash. Nord. Dunmer. Anal.
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“Windhelm is absolutely freezing! How can these people tolerate it?!”

The complaint cut clear through the freezing air of Windhelm, not for the first time, Einarr the Dragonborn sighed before turning to look at his companion.

“Well you do choose to wear that stupidly thin robe, Erandur.”

The Dunmer, a few steps behind him, scowled in response.

“I’m a priest, what would you have me wear?”

“Something with fur might be helpful.”

“You would say that. You’re a Nord.”

“And you’re someone who should have learnt by now.” Einarr replied, walking a little further ahead in an attempt to speed Erandur’s feet and slow his complaints.

The priest of Mara had joined him on his travels some months ago, after a somewhat awkward first encounter, and had proved to be nothing but a valuable friend since. So much so that Einarr couldn’t believe he had ever considered travelling with anyone else. Especially Marcurio.

Erandur was polite, helpful, friendly and an asset in battle, not to mention how useful his healing skills were and how interesting a life he’d led. He had often recounted stories to Einarr whilst healing some wound, usually dragon inflicted, in an attempt to distract him, revealing more about himself than he probably realised or intended to.

His honesty was endearing.

His in ability to cope with the cold, was not.

Especially considering he’d grown up in the Pale. Not exactly the warmest of Skyrim’s holds, though certainly not the coldest.
Einarr, despite being a standard Nord and not really understanding elves all that well, did understand that Dark elves came from Morrowind. Morrowind was made of ash, fire and lava and so was hot. So it stood to reason that dark elves liked heat and didn’t like cold. Unlike Nord’s who liked cold and not heat.

Even with his ‘deep’ understanding of this however, Einarr was fairly certain that if he went to Morrowind, he could cope with their land and weather better than Erandur was coping with Skyrim’s. In fact, he’d make a point of coping and not complaining, if they ever went there together.

Behind the Nord, Erandur sneezed loudly. Einarr rolled his eyes, wishing that the elf wasn’t so stubborn as to refuse the offer of a fur cloak. But he had, repeatedly, so the item in question hung about Einarr’s broad shoulders instead, so heavy that the considerable wind barely lifted its long hem. It was, needless to say, extremely warm and one of Einarr’s prized possessions.

But still the elf refused. Einarr wasn’t sure quite why he refused so vehemently.

Shrugging to himself, he pushed against one of Windhelm’s heavy iron gates, ushering the priest through ahead of himself when Rolff Stone-Fist appeared from around a corner, staggering drunkenly.

The air outside the city was even colder, the protection that the high stone walls offered dropping away instantly. Einarr blinked, the wind making his eyes water as it stung them. He dropped his head, marching forwards, shoulders taking the brunt of the wind’s chill as he led the way to their destination.

Take my coat! 1.1/?

(Anonymous) 2013-05-25 11:30 am (UTC)(link)
It was, Erandur decided, far too cold in Skyrim. The wind never seemed to die down completely, the snow rarely stopped falling and the ice never truly melted. The fact that he had endured worse than this in his long life didn’t register.

But then, he had been a much younger mer when he had travelled through Eastmaarch in the middle of winter.
Lifting his head slightly, Erandur confirmed that Einarr was still ahead of him. His sizable bulk blocked most of the wind from pushing against the priest, though it did nothing to ease the general chill. He eyed the thick fur cloak that the Nord had slung over his shoulders. Einarr had offered the pelt several times already that day, and more since completing their job at the cave.

Now, with the sun sinking below the horizon, the need for the warmth it would provide grew stronger, niggling at the back of his mind.

Erandur shook his head, lowering it against the flakes of snow that blew into his face. His pride, not to mention his gratitude to Einarr for all the young man had done for him, prevented him from accepting the cloak.

But by Mara’s mercy, it did look warm.

At the very least, the older man thought, it would be getting too late and too dark to travel soon. Though his torch provided some heat and light, it was beginning to sputter and die in the weather’s onslaught. That would mean they’d have to make camp and Erandur couldn’t remember having been more thrilled by the prospect of sitting down in a sheltered glade. With a campfire. A big campfire, preferably.

He wasn’t sure how much longer they walked through the deepening snow for, only that eventually, Einarr called for a halt.

Blinking, Erandur pulled up next to Einarr. They stood in a small glade of evergreen trees, their boughs heavy with snow, but the ground was mostly clear and the thick trunks blocked the worst of the wind. It wasn’t the best place, by any means, but it was the best they were going to find anytime soon.

Einarr set about making a campfire without another word, bustling around, collecting dry sticks and logs. Erandur settled for spreading out the bedrolls and various bits of food, hoping to get something cooking soon.

A quiet “Yol!” from Einarr informed the elf that the fire had been lit and he shuffled over with pots, watching as the flames took hold of the dry wood. Within a few minutes, the fire had grown to a considerable size and Erandur sighed appreciatively as he shoved a pot into its midst. He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the waves of heat that rolled over him, though his hands still shook from the prolonged exposure to the cold air.

“You’re going to lose your eyebrows and beard if you get any closer.” Einarr remarked from somewhere behind him. Erandur pulled back, turning to see the Nord smirking.

“Excuse me for not tolerating the cold as well as you.”

Einarr shrugged easily.

“I offered you the cloak several times. Offer’s still open. I’d rather you take it than burn your face off. I know you dark elves cope with fire better than the rest of us, but you’re not invincible.”

Erandur shifted back from the fire a little, still hesitant to leave its warmth.

“You’re very kind Einarr, but I couldn’t...”

“Just take the damn cloak!”

The outburst startled the older priest and for a moment, he could do nothing but stare at the younger man. Eventually he managed to close his jaw, eyes narrowing as he tried to think of a response.
Einarr huffed to himself at Erandur’s lack of response, hauling himself to his feet and stalking across to the dark elf. Pulling the thick fur from his shoulders he bent, wrapping it around the Erandur’s thin frame.

Erandur stiffened in response, his lips parting once more to utter a protest, only to find that Einarr was scooping him up from the ground. Cradled in his arms like a newborn babe Erandur let out an indignant noise, struggling against the thickly muscled arms.

Take my coat! 1.2/?

(Anonymous) 2013-05-25 11:31 am (UTC)(link)
“Pack it in, Erandur.”

“Einarr! This is inappropriate! Put me down!”

Einarr stopped, looking down at the struggling priest before
agreeing, plopping him unceremoniously onto his bedroll.

“And if you even think about removing that cloak,” The blonde warned, sinking down onto the bedroll “I’ll strangle you with it.”

Red eyes narrowed, glaring at him before closing briefly in defeat, worn fingers tugging the fur up until only the Dunmer’s eyes were visible.

Einarr chuckled lightly.

“What?” came the muffled response, Erandur’s eyes narrowing in suspicion as he looked at the Dragonborn.

“Never would have thought that you’d finally accept it.”

“I’m not ungrateful.”

“Never said you were. You’re just so concerned about me getting cold...it’s funny.”

“It isn’t kind to mock someone’s compassion, Einarr.”

“I’m not mocking you.”

Erandur remained silent at that, lifting his head slightly so that his mouth and nose were free of material. He took a breath before glancing across to the Nord.

“..You’re...”

“I’m...?”

“You...aren’t cold, are you?”

Einarr smiled quietly.

“Why...do you want to share the cloak?”

“I...well...I wouldn’t want you to suffer because of me.”

The blonde shook his head, leaning forwards to stir the stew in the pot.

“I’m fine, ‘Ran. If I get cold, I’ll let you know.”

The priest snorted.

“More likely you’ll just crawl under with me.”

“Aye, it’s possible.” Einarr agreed idly, focusing on the food now instead.

They spent a while in silence, tired by the day’s activities and Erandur was more than grateful when his companion handed him a steaming bowl of stew. He ate slowly, savouring the heat the food created in his belly, before reclining onto his bedroll, too tired to really consider doing anything else but sleep.

He was dozing peacefully, cocooned within the fur, his mind wandering down faint paths of thought when the faintest noise alerted him that something was going on. A soft rustling caught his ear and he lifted his head, blinking wearily, wondering if there was an animal nearby that Einarr had gone to hunt.
As it turned out, Einarr was hunting for something, though not extra dinner. Not by the way he had worked his head under the lower edge of the cloak near Erandur’s feet and was now slowly working his way upward.

“...Uhhh...” Erandur managed, still rising through the hazy levels of sleep. This wasn’t the first time he’d caught Einarr in close contact with him while was asleep. Though to be fair, the last time had started with his ears, not his legs.

“Oh.” Came the response, accompanied by a puff of hot breath against the priest’s leg.

“...Anything I can help you with, Einarr?”

“Um...no just...just....um....”

“Do you want your cloak back?”

“No!”

“Do you want to share it?”

There was a pause, and Erandur could imagine the expression on the man’s face as he struggled to answer.

“...Maybe.”

The Dunmer shook his head, shifting so that the cloak loosened about him, allowing the younger man to squirm his way up beside him. Blonde head free of the dark confines of the fur, Einarr’s blue eyes glanced at him sheepishly.

“...Hello....”

“You could have asked, Einarr. I wouldn’t have begrudged you it.”
Einarr shrugged, shifting under the thick cloak to press against the priest’s back.

“I thought this was a nicer way to do it.”

Erandur sighed lightly, leaning back against the Dragonborn. In most circumstances having a younger man crawling up his bedroll to snuggle next to him would have disturbed him. But then Einarr made exceptional circumstances. Especially when one considered the whole ear-massaging thing that had occurred on the first day they had met. Since then...most of the Nord’s actions seemed fairly tame.

Take my coat! 1.3/?

(Anonymous) 2013-05-25 11:33 am (UTC)(link)
A thick arm wrapped about Erandur’s waist and he let his eyes fall shut, turning to lean into the lightly haired chest. A rumble of laughter rippled through the firm muscles in response before lips fell lightly on his temple. A free hand pushed its way up his back, resting at the nape of the priest’s neck.

“And what might you need, hmm?”

He asked quietly, already knowing the answer as lips drifted to the tip of a long ear.

Einarr didn’t respond, choosing instead to run his tongue along the edge of Erandur’s ear, his hands drifting down to the older man’s shoulders. He rubbed lightly, pushing warmth into the tight muscles. Around them, night was advancing quickly, the temperature dropped sharply and he was damned if he was going to let Erandur feel the chill again tonight.

Sliding his hands lower he grasped at the priest’s hips through the fabric of his robes, rolling the slighter man on top of him. A dark eyebrow lifted in response and Einarr reached up, pulling Erandur down onto him. Dark grey lips met his own at that, a quiet groan of contentment escaping the dark elf.

With Erandur pliant against him, Einarr wasted no time in pushing the heavy cowl back from Erandur’s head, pulling the material away completely before moving onto the collar of his light robe. It took some time to remove the offending garment, its folds trapped between two bodies. Not to mention Einarr’s decreasing attention to the act when Erandur began to nip at his neck, the tip of his tongue flicking out to trace wet lines across pale skin.

Eventually, the rough material slipped from between them, leaving the elder bare chested. Einarr responded enthusiastically, removing his own clothing as quickly as he could, allowing their bare torsos to rest against one another. The act made him suddenly realise how warm it was getting under the layer of cloak, pressed against Erandur’s rapidly heating flesh.

The priest had managed to get a leg on either side of Einarr’s hips, straddling him, allowing as much contact between their skin as possible. Something firm pressed against his hip as the grey skinned man rocked against him slowly, firmly.

Einarr felt his hands move of their own accord, dragging down Erandur’s back, nails scratching, fingers gripping. It was a minor movement, but it was downright erotic. Especially coming from Erandur.

Erandur smiled against Einarr’s chest as the man let out a low groan. His slight movement had hit the right spot, and Einarr’s narrow hips jerked in response. He brought his head down, hearing the blonde snigger as his own dark hair feathered against his chest, tickling. Smiling still, his place his lips carefully on a well developed pectoral, fluttering kisses across the muscle before trailing down to hard lines of abdominal muscles.

The move caused his head to disappear under the cover of the cloak, leaving him cocooned in warmth and darkness once more. It sent a flush of heat through him, the thought of them moving together in the darkness, safe and warm, oddly comforting and arousing at the same time.

He swelled at the sensation, feeling his trousers grow uncomfortably tight. Eager to speed things up he nipped at the cluster of muscles beneath him. The Nord’s breath caught, body tensing at the motions, beginning to squirm as Erandur let his hands wander from the soft skin of his belly to the leather of his armoured trousers.

Despite the cold still lingering in his joints, not to mention the persistent twinges of pain that age brought to him, his hands unbuckled belts and loosened laces with a surprising swiftness and dexterity.

Take my coat! 1.4/?

(Anonymous) 2013-05-25 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
A jutting firmness rewarded his efforts and he reached between folds of cloth and leather, pulling Einarr from his confines. The younger man’s hips bucked as Erandur wrapped his slim fingers around his length, immediately pulling on him, curling fingers into a tight fist and jerking to a rapid rhythm.

Einarr gasped, his hips bucking in time to Erandur’s rhythm. Heat coiled in his loins, the friction burning along his length. Under the heat of the blanket, he began to sweat, cooling trails running down his torso.

When something hot and wet wrapped around the weeping head of his member he gave a hoarse shout, hands flying to grasp at the priest’s shoulders. Unable to bear the sensation any longer he hauled the older man up until they were hip to hip again, Erandur’s forehead resting against the Nord’s collarbone.

A shiver ran through Erandur’s shoulders as they were exposed to the cool night air, his skin rising into goosebumps. Einarr ran his hands across them, pushing warmth back into the chilled skin before tugging the cloak up around the Dunmer’s shoulders. With the man warm again he turned his attention back to more pressing issues.

Sliding his hands down Erandur’s back tugged the worn breeches down from hips, purring contentedly as Erandur kissed at his neck, his frail fingers running over hardened nipples. His thighs were warm and firm under Einarr grip and he pulled gently, parting them to allow the older man to rest on his hips. A quiet moan escaped the other man and Einarr himself gasped in appreciation at the contact. It didn’t take much more persuasion to coat his fingers in saliva, carefully sliding one inside the other man.

Erandur tensed. He always did at first, no matter how slowly or carefully Einarr made the first intrusion. But then, it didn’t take long for him to relax either, the tight muscles of his backside parting more and more readily, until the elf was pushing back onto them.

“Now, Einarr...or you’re going to be too late.” Erandur puffed, his breathing heavy. Between their bodies, his erection pulsed trapped between his own soft stomach and Einarr’s hard abs.

The Nord agreed eagerly, lifting Erandur’s hips gently, carefully positioning the man at his erection before allowing the priest to push back of his own accord. He did so slowly, easing down the larger man’s member inch by inch, hissing between clenched teeth when his walls stretched painfully. It took a few agonising minutes before he settled down completely, his hips flush with Einarr’s.

The blonde’s hands traced gently at the small of his back, soothing, distracting as he adjusted, though his jumping pulse hinted at nothing but impatience, wanting to plunge himself into heat and tightness.

When the discomfort had subsided to a dull ache, Erandur nodded, rolling his hips experimentally, letting out a soft cry when Einarr brushed against his sweet spot. His back arched, chest pressing harder against the Dragonborn’s. Hands grasped at his hips suddenly, holding him in place as Einarr pushed harder, as if there were more of him to fit in.

The dark elf groaned again, pain fading in favour of the excitement thrumming through his system, the endorphins rushing through his blood. He felt his heart rate quicken, his lungs heaving for breath as Einarr pulled out and drove into him again, faster now. He reacted automatically; knowing what limits he could push his partner’s body to and Erandur relished it, knowing he could trust the other man with his body and soul completely.

Take my coat! 1.5/1.5

(Anonymous) 2013-05-25 11:36 am (UTC)(link)
He rode him shamelessly, sweat rolling down his back, mouth open as his eyes screwed shut, rocking against the body below him relentlessly. Heat flared in the small of his back as Einarr’s fingers gripped him, nails sliding down his sweat slicked back, trailing down onto his buttocks to grip firmly. He forced hips down every time his own rose, Erandur squirming, panting, shaking above him.

The elf moaned continuously now, a slow keen rising into his voice as he shook, his back arched so deeply that Einarr thought he might snap. His chest rose and fell raggedly, arms trembling with the effort of gripping onto Einarr’s shoulders. Sweat rolled between his shallow pectorals, tracing the line of his sternum. Around his own member, the Dunmer’s walls clenched and pulsed, dragging against him, pushing him towards his own climax.

The thought of him coming before Erandur made him snarl and he dug his fingers into the priest’s flesh, digging his heels into the floor for purchase, determined to get the other man to become before he did.

It didn’t take much longer, the elder man’s body becoming feverishly hot and with a sudden, loud cry he came, muscles clamping down, back and arms snapping to rigid lines as between them, he spilt himself.

Erandur collapsed, falling forwards onto Einarr’s chest, exhausted, feeling arms encase him as the Nord strove to reach his ending. Hips rocked frantically, fingers clawing before he came, his jaw clamped shut, muffling the guttural cry as he came inside the other man.

Slowly, the world came back into view for Erandur, the details falling into place. The moon was high over head now, the fire still crackling nearby, and the air around them was freezing, frost forming on the ground not touched by the fire’s heat.
He grunted quietly, pulling himself free of Einarr’s softening length before crawling back against him, cuddled against his chest. The Nord made no response, his eyes half open, watching him quietly. His lips curved into a smile as Erandur squirmed, finding a more comfortable position, eventually tucking his head beneath the Nord’s chin again.

Warm hands stroked down a cooling back. Safe and so very warm, Erandur yawned, content. The cloak was pulled up around ears, protecting him from the chill and he smiled, appreciating the gesture even as his consciousness drifted away into sleep.

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Fin. Hope you enjoyed it OP!

Re: Take my coat! 1.5/1.5

(Anonymous) 2013-05-30 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
Adorable and sexy! Mmmm.

Re: Take my coat! 1.5/1.5

(Anonymous) 2013-06-29 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
This story is perfect and hot. I love how sweet they are with each other.

Sadly, I don't think this story has been archived properly. When I search the archive for stories featuring Erandur it doesn't come up (but the story that precedes this one - "Property of Elves' Ears" does show up in the archive)

Hopefully the mods can add this and make it easier for other people to find.

Re: Take my coat! 1.5/1.5

(Anonymous) 2015-04-09 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
What a lovely treasure! Good job A!A. Hope to see you doing more Erandur fills. Poor elf doesn't get enough love.