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Re: Fire and Potions - Epilogue 4/5

[(Anonymous)]

"The palace library is filled with countless books I wish to read," Farengar continued, leaning back in his chair. "And no one here looks derisively at me for using magic, although they do occasionally look at me for being human. But never for casting spells. My robes do not cause a stir. And I must admit, I was loath to become High Wizard at all, as my duties were increased a hundredfold. While, as an ambassador I could be left to my own devices, affording me more time for research. But, I suppose, apart from all that," he said giving Therion a faint smile, "there is the small matter that, no matter what the circumstances, even if I loathed every single thing about the Summerset Isles, I would still choose to remain here with you."

Grinning, Therion leaned down. Pressing his lips against Farengar's, he slowly loosened the ties of the Nord's robes with nimble fingers.

"You'll find it much more pleasant without your robes on, I assure you," Therion murmured against his parted mouth, gradually drawing the garment down across his shoulders. His gold lips moved to Farengar's neck, devouring the tempting flesh there, before working down. With each inch of clothing removed, he ravished the Nord's exposed flesh.

Warm hands eagerly roved across his hips, finding their way lower and tightly squeezing his backside.

Farengar began roughly teasing him, running his hands over the hard cock straining within his leather trousers through the material and eliciting a deep groan against his shoulder from Therion. The elf’s breath hitched as Farengar suddenly pulled him off his feet and down into his lap, where he felt the other man's length grind against him.

Therion responded eagerly, ripping his robes open completely, while at the same time, he felt Farengar's hands on his belt buckle. He heard the sound of leather being whipped aside and his belt landing on the floor, before suddenly finding that clever fingers were stroking him hard through the material of his pants while at the same time unbuttoning them.

At the same moment that the last fastener came undone, Farengar shoved him back to sit on the desk, wrenching his pants off.

While Farengar removed the last of his clothing, Therion channeled magicka to his hand, casting telekinesis. A glass vial from the shelf across the room flew toward his waiting hand.

With a mischievous, lustful grin, Farengar intercepted the bottle, before shoving him down onto the stack of books. Removing the glass stopper, he poured lubricant into his hand.

Therion's eyes rolled back as he felt the wizard begin to tease him, slowly working slick fingers in and out of him. Farengar toyed with him for what seemed like an eternity, delighting in every sound he made, and never tiring of watching him writhe on the desk.

Finally, he could take no more.

"Fuck me, damn you," he growled, desperate to come.

Farengar chuckled, stroking himself with oil while nudging a spot inside Therion with his thumb that made the elf throw his head back against the desk, growling something in Ayleid.

In a daze, Therion felt Farengar pull his hips to the edge of the table and press inside of him. The warm Nord moved slowly, pausing to let him adjust, handsome sea green eyes intently watching his face.

After he was relaxed, Therion moved himself experimentally, delighting in the delicious sensation of the wizard.

Farengar began thrusting hard at a slow, even pace.

Therion’s cock jumped at the sudden touch of the Nord's warm hand stroking down his length, before massaging his balls. Clenching his teeth, he barely held back from coming as the wizard gripped him tight and began pumping him in time with the fevered thrusts of his hips.

Farengar did not let up, pushing himself deeper, and stroking him harder as he continued to push into him faster.

Therion groaned, unable to resist any longer. Finishing with a shout, he fell limply back on the desk, seeing stars.

The sight and sound made Farengar come undone. With a final thrust, he buried himself in the elf. His toned, stomach muscles flexing, he finished with a deep groan of satisfaction escaping his throat.