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Re: Misfire: Welcome Returns, sequel to 'All creatures great and small' 6a/?

[(Anonymous)]

“I’ve never heard you play before.” He murmured, warming against Farkas’s bare torso.

“Don’t do it much...it doesn’t feel worth it unless someone wants to listen. Everyone’s got the Bannered Mare’s bard if they want music.”

“They don’t want to hear you play?” his fingers grazed something smooth, finding the links of the chain that Farkas wore. He played idly as the Companion spoke.

“Most of them don’t know I do. None of the whelps anyway and Aela’s not much for music. I play for Vilkas sometimes, or Kodlak, if he’s in the mood. They don’t ask very often though.”

“That’s a shame,” Nibenor answered fingers trailing down the chain absent-mindedly “you play well.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah. I don’t know much about music, but I know what I like. And I like what you played. Erandur sang to me once...it was such a sad song that I couldn’t bear to listen to him for long. I liked the sound, but not how it made me feel.”

“Oh?

“It was like listening to someone’s heart breaking.”

“And what I played?”

Nibenor paused, his fingers meeting a thick plate of metal at the end of the chain, rising onto it slowly.

“It was like listening to someone’s heart start to beat. Soft and slow but warm...alive.”

“Hmmm...I think I like that.”

“How do you even come up with that?”

“I don’t know I just...play and it comes. The music always sounds to me like what I...feel like when I’m playing. I can play other stuff too. Ragnar the red, and all that stuff,” he paused as Nibenor swirled his fingers against the stone at the centre of the pendant he wore “but I like playing how I feel best.”

Nibenor opened his eyes looking down at his hand, paused over the warm gold of Farkas’s necklace. Recognition and realisation struck him as he stared at the metal. He swallowed.

“How did you feel when you were playing?” his voice wavered slightly as he spoke, his breath and heart quickening.

“Hopeful.” Farkas replied and Nibenor looked up to meet his eyes. He wondered if it was by design that the amulet of Mara fell over the Nord’s heart, the metal seeming to thrum with the strong steady beat of the organ beneath.

Nibenor swallowed thickly, looking down to the amulet again, thoughts racing. Perhaps he should have seen this coming, they had been in a relationship for months now, and by Nord standards, a few months of courting was practically a promise to lifelong commitment.

But not for a Bosmer. He wondered if Farkas understood what he was asking, if he realised it would mean watching his husband stay young and strong, the magic in his blood extending his years whilst he himself grew old and frail. It was so short a time.
But that was life in Skyrim. Short and often brutal, as Erandur had once explained when he had commented on the oddness of Nord marriage customs. Farkas didn’t have another fifty years to think about whom he would spend his life with. Another fifty years would be his life...and he was choosing to spend it with him.

Nibenor let his eyes drift shut, his decision formed, though he had known what his answer would be all along. Taking a breath, he looked up at the other man, meeting pale blue eyes. The Nord’s face was surprisingly neutral, though he could see the hope in their depths and the nervousness that made his pulse race in his throat.

Re: Misfire: Welcome Returns, sequel to 'All creatures great and small' 6b/?

[(Anonymous)]

“You know you’ll never have any children of your own.” He stated.
The werewolf smiled softly.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Farkas...”

“I know,” Farkas cut him off “you think I haven’t thought about this. That I don’t know what I’m asking. I’ll never have whelps of my own, I’ll never have a beautiful wife and a happy family. And we won’t die old and gray together, because we’re different. But that’s ok. I choose you because being with you for the rest of my life is more important to me than that stuff.

Vilkas will have his kids and I’ll be their uncle who can teach them to fight and hunt and drink. And I’ll have my beautiful husband by my side and I’ll never have to worry about watching you fade to gray. And I know one day, a long time from now, when I’m in Sovngarde with our brothers and sisters, you’ll come to me from out of the mist. I know you’ll come back to me, no matter what separates us.

I don’t want you to worry about what I won’t have. I’m asking you to marry me because I understand what I will have. I’ll have you and that’s all I want.”

Nibenor felt his shoulders tremble, a soft warmth spreading through his chest and he threw himself against his lover, his arms tightening around his broad, pale shoulders. The warm metal of the amulet pressed against his chest, a solid reminder of what had come to pass, as Farkas’s arms wrapped around him once more.

“...Can I take that as a yes then?” Farkas murmured, his lips against the elf’s ear.

“Yes.”

Farkas gave no verbal response; the only noise he made was a soft purr as he kissed at Nibenor’s neck, turning their bodies until the elf was pressed against pillow and mattress. His hands moved slowly, fluttering over Nibenor’s skin, tracing the long sharp lines of his ears, the Nord’s lips following the striking paths of cheekbones and down his stark jaw line.

The Bosmer’s breath caught at the touches, muscles tensing for the briefest of seconds before loosening, his body melting against the mattress. Farkas knew the lines of his body better than the elf did himself, knew every curve and angle, the dips and swells of bone and muscle. The way the skin at his temples tightened whenever he gasped, the heaving of his chest when he was lost in his ecstasy, the way delicate, calloused fingers would claw at his back when he was inside him.

There was little Farkas didn’t know about the Dragonborn, and there was no hesitation in asking him to bind their lives together until one ended. Or his, to be more precise. Their time together was limited, he knew that now and he wasn’t going to waste that time, be it only a few months or fifty years. Not when he could cherish the little man as much as he deserved.

Not when he could make him arch his back and squeal at his touch.

His lips found the hard knot of the other’s larynx, his teeth grazing against it as his hands followed down slowly. A soft shudder ran through the other man as his fingers traced over his shoulders, careful not to place any pressure on dark bruises. Instead, he let his lips find the gaps between them, kissing at warm white skin, lapping at unsullied flesh.

Nibenor’s slender fingers found his hair, curling into the dark strands and Farkas glanced up briefly. Black eyes were closed and lips parted, soft gasps of breath releasing rhythmically.

Farkas smiled to himself, knowing his little elf was beginning to lose control already. The hard muscles of his abdomen quivered as he ran his fingertips against them, the skin smooth and warm, unspoiled but for the odd scars. His lips followed, trailing after his hands, his mouth stopping at a hip bone whilst large hands slid underneath the elf to cup at firm buttocks.

Re: Misfire: Welcome Returns, sequel to 'All creatures great and small' 6c/?

[(Anonymous)]

The Dragonborn grunted at the move, shifting, his legs parting slightly of their own accord and he looked down to the Nord settling between them. He never got over his own amusement of seeing Farkas’s considerable bulk between his thighs, the way his upper arms were as thick as his lower limbs.

He could never get over the sight of his cheeky smile either, the flash of teeth behind pink lips before they engulfed his member.
His back arched, a noise between a cry and a hiss escaping him before he even knew it was coming. Fingers gripped and kneaded the cheeks of his backside and he couldn’t do anything but let his mouth hang open and try to keep breathing. Farkas was not one to suck someone else off very often. That knowledge alone, combined with his absence only made it harder to control himself, to stave off the impending waves of orgasm building in his abdomen.

The soft noises his lover was making as he lavished his tongue along his length didn’t either and Nibenor found his hands winding into Farkas’s dark hair, tugging insistently.

The Nord pulled back confusion on his face, lips red and wet and open.

“I thought...”

The hand in his hair tugged again, upwards this time as Nibenor dragged his lover back to his face, crushing his mouth against the other man’s as soon as he could. He could taste the salt of his precum on those lips and found that it was a small price to pay to have his lover press against him again.

He parted his legs further, lifting his hips just enough to let his wet length rub against Farkas’s stomach.

“I want you, inside, now.”

“But...”

Nibenor had never seen Farkas’s mouth snap shut so quickly as it did at the look he gave him. But then, he had never seen Farkas being obedient at all.

Large hands grasped at his hips, tilting them upwards and placing them in Farkas’s lap. Breath caught in his throat as the Companion sucked on a finger before moving downwards. He didn’t see the motion, only felt the slicked digit slide in.

Not without difficulty, he thought, marvelling at how quickly his body had adjusted to not having his lover inside it regularly. It was always an odd sensation, his body both welcoming the intrusion and fighting it, pleasure singing even as his muscled clenched in an effort to remove the offending digit.

He had to fight his body’s efforts, to hold back his body’s natural instinct. Until the tip of that finger brushed against his prostate. Muscles clenched again, harder than before releasing and relaxing, suddenly tamed.

A second finger was added at that, the digits beginning to stretch him and Nibenor let his head fall back, his hips rising to meet the intrusion as breath caught once more. He could feel Farkas’s spare had kneading at his ass cheeks before sliding forwards to run lightly over his sack, to teasingly touch at the head of his dick.

Muscles clenched once more and he found himself being hauled upwards, fingers removed only to be replaced by something much more substantial a moment later. He hissed, feeling the burn of the stretch despite the lube that Farkas had hastily applied to his own member.

The Nord smiled watching the Mer’s reaction carefully, supporting his waist as the he slid lower, taking more of his cock in. He had missed this, the warmth, the tightness, the look of concentration on Nibenor’s face as he bit his lip and began to move his hips. That in itself was almost more erotic than the feeling of his walls and the steady clenching of his muscles.

Almost. But not quite. Especially when he could pull the man’s legs over his shoulders and plunge further into him, drowning out the elf’s attempts to control his pleasure.

Farkas wouldn’t stand for that. He would have his partner wailing by the end of this. He would have him crying out in the native tongue that he only spoke in these moments. The Companion didn’t understand the words, but the tone, that was what made him pound harder.

Re: Misfire: Welcome Returns, sequel to 'All creatures great and small' 6d/?

[(Anonymous)]

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.