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Two Step 9
(Anonymous) 2013-05-02 03:04 am (UTC)(link)“Just wait.” He wanted a look at Vilkas' cock up close, lowering his head and tasting the large crown of his member, drawing a whine from Vilkas. His lips descended each inch, tongue working and throat tightening- The elf looked beautiful sucking his cock. It was wet and shining in the evening sunlight, the elf pulling away only to sneak back in and taste him again. Dreads spilled around his shoulders and tickled Vilkas' stomach until neither could take it anymore.
Shivers run up and down the Bosmer's spine as he eases himself onto his elbows and knees, his firm ass in the air and invitingly spread.
Oh gods. Vilkas suddenly was caught in between two distressing thoughts.. Was he going to be able to satisfy him? What if he couldn't last? The sight before him almost seemed too much- Vilkas always wanted more experience fucking men, he thought they where so gorgeous and the sight of the elf's hanging cock wasn't helping.
“Vilkas” He moans, looking back with a smile that was hot but moreover, sweet. Only now did the Nord realize he was on his knees motionless behind the elf, staring down the planes of his wonderful back and a concerned frown on his face. “It'll be alright, I want you so badly I could care less what you do with me.”
His frown vanished. Vilkas guides his cock to the neat brown hole before him, getting oiled and using the warm head to rub and smear it along his entrance. The Bosmer shuddered and ground back against him, yet his fingers where clenched tightly and ready to ball into fists. He feels Vilkas, a little at first and then within a few moments it was already too much. It's utter pain, Vilkas holding his breath and easing his weight into the elf's receptive ass until with a pop his tip is buried. The elf reached back, straddling two fingers around Vilkas' shaft to feel him pull out and then back in, his pain laden behind a smile.
He openly gulped a cry with every thrust, A panting Vilkas running his hands thoughtlessly along the elf's sides and steadying his hips- gods it was impossible not to start fucking him. The Bosmer's hole was tighter than anything he's ever bedded, and the control he had over the elf below him was intoxicating.
And the elf loved it in return. It hurts though, it's a stabbing pain and it hurts and hurts but the elf knew he'd give way, choosing to listen to Vilkas' panted breath and how he loomed over him to gulp back a moan.
And soon the pain was gone, the elf reaching back to stop his companion and roll onto his back. The elf beckoned him forward, pumping his own cock and smiling so beautifully it hurt. He could see the elf's hole pink from the rut and he couldn't stop himself from coming into him again, and this time the elf moaned sweetly.
Face to face, Vilkas inhales deeply the scent of the flowers, of sex and dusk. He got the full realization of what he's actually doing now- it wasn't a dream. But he feels like he is living one, fucking an exotic, perfect mer. The Dragonborn. The elf stared back, his brow knitted and he's quiet while receiving Vilkas over and over again. He held his own leg open while he stared, adams apple bobbing in his neck with each shivered yelp as he calmed down around the cock inside him.
He gives way, and they slam up against each other like rabbits in a field, sweating and gasping into each other's mouths. The Nord's jagged rhythm brought the elf teetering close to the edge only to come down again after a faltered thrust, Vilkas concentrating deeply on driving the elf home while he wriggles and flexed along with Vilkas. He was tugging himself wildly, leaking into his hand and trying to bring himself over before Vilkas could spend- but it didn't seem to get to that point. Vilkas looked like he wouldn't last a moment more.
Re: Two Step 9
(Anonymous) 2013-05-03 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)Two Step 10
(Anonymous) 2013-05-04 02:10 am (UTC)(link)His cock was still thick inside him, pulsing and well spent. The Nord's vision came back into place and he lay them down, seeing the elf pierced by him and his chest dry. He...didn't come.
“Hhahh...you didn't..” Vilkas felt his heart squeeze for a lifetime of a second.
“I'm so close,” The elf spread his bare leg and moved against Vilkas, even as he softened. Vilkas thought to climb down and suck him, but felt fingers wrench through his hair and a hand grab his wrist. “Stay by me..”
Vilkas wasted no time in getting his hand around the elf's shaft, hard mer fingers wringing through his hair and pulling his face close. Vilkas blindly nuzzled his face, listening to their panting and beating his fist up and down on the artist to make him spasm and thrust- it was growing dark and swollen in his hand and weeping down his fingers.
Heat radiated from the elf's narrow ears, throbbing and deafeningly loud. When the Nord's stubbled lips found them, eagerly licking and kissing the shell, that's when they both knew he'd come. Choppy, whined noises erupted from his throat, feeling Vilkas' tongue cradling his thick silver earrings, his fist stilling over his member that shot ropes somewhere between them. The Knight growled and reveled, heat blossoming in quite a different way in his chest, finding joy while he weakly tugged at the still-thick cock.
Buried inside, he could feel the elf's passage contracting again and again until he was silent, nude arms wrapping around the Nords back to embrace him weakly. Vilkas kissed him like he's yearned to all this time, holding him the way lovers do in tales. The artist was satisfied and smiling, absolutely deaf to the outside world or Vilkas' mumbles.. All he could hear was a high pitched ringing and the sound of his own heart.. damn, he came hard.
Sound returned to him, yet they remained unspoken. They separated with a sigh, laying beside the other and eying the damage- Vilkas was so unchained he left the elf with battered lips and neck. He fingered the bruises, eyes opened just enough to delight in his handiwork. “I can't seem to help myself,” Vilkas started, the Bosmer staring back at him in utter satisfaction. “Just thinking about you drives me wild, and to see you so close..to have you.. it was..”
He sounded like he was apologizing. The mer held the back of his lovers head and remembered to kiss him “Too much? Mmm.. We have plenty of time to perfect our art.” And speaking of, Vilkas' stubbled neck was milky white and a clean canvas for his own addition. He lunged the small distance forward and Vilkas cried out as he felt warm lips and carnivorous teeth scraping at his neck.
He sucked and sucked, the Nord wriggling below him and wrapping strong arms around the mer while they groaned for each other. It became pain until the artist pulled away and wiped his lips, grinning at the dark bruise below his jaw. Vilkas shuddered while he looked up to him, a whimpered noise of confusion.
“You're mine, Vilkas.”
The Nord couldn't make heads or tails of what he should be feeling now; was it victory? relief? anxiety? All of these thoughts crashed through his mind and above all he could feel the submission in his heart before the elf who'd tamed his wild soul and showed him what it was like to indulge. Of all the emotions he could think of, he just smiled.
“You don't know how happy you've made me.” It was sweet, and even moreso unusual to hear those words come from a man who was never happy to begin with. It made the elf smile and remember that old feeling.
“And I'm just getting started.”
(Almost done!)
Re: Two Step 10
(Anonymous) 2013-05-04 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)i-i'll be in my bunk.
Re: Two Step 10
(Anonymous) 2013-06-25 04:49 am (UTC)(link)