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What's a Thief to a King? M!DB/Ulfric 32/??
Date: 2013-02-15 03:19 am (UTC)He smirked. “Maybe I’m getting you back for earlier,” he said. “Getting me all worked up against the door and then just wandering off.”
“Then it’s enough,” he said roughly. “On your knees.” He grabbed Dyce under his arms and hauled him up, finally out of patience.
“All right, all right.” Dyce hurriedly applied some oil to himself and re-stoppered the bottle.
Dyce normally preferred to watch his lovers, but Ulfric seemed very keen on him having his arse in the air, and Dyce was more than ready to take that gorgeous cock any way Ulfric wanted to give it.
He braced himself and concentrated on relaxing as he felt Ulfric’s warmth and weight move over him. He knew how impatient Ulfric was, he saw and felt how much he’d been holding himself back while Dyce had slowly applied the oil, but even now, even with Dyce braced and waiting for his cock beneath him, Ulfric was careful.
He eased himself in, inch by inch, letting Dyce gasp and shudder and relax each time he moved. When Ulfric finally stopped, when there was no more of him to give, Dyce felt Ulfric’s hand move from Dyce’s hip up to his chest, so one arm was wrapped around him. His fingers rubbed the hairs on Dyce’s chest and Dyce could feel his breath on the back of his neck and his beard against his back as Ulfric kissed him.
And then he started moving. He must have finally reached the end of his reserves of patience. He didn’t appear to realise it, but he fucked hard. Dyce gasped in surprise and Ulfric's weight and strength nearly sent him into the headboard. And again.
Dyce gave up trying to match Ulfric’s strength; it was impossible from this position. It was all he could do to flatten himself against the mattress and take Ulfric’s weight. And once he’d given up trying to push back, he realised he’d given up control of his voice as well, as every time Ulfric thrust against him, a wordless exclamation was wrung from his throat.
Ulfric was no better. His breath was raw and rasping in Dyce’s ear, and he gasped and growled and failed to grit his teeth against his own sounds.
Ulfric’s cock filled him over and over, and each time his own was thrust against the bed. He wasn’t going to last long, but the way Ulfric moved and shuddered suggested he wasn’t far behind. He bucked and gasped and managed Ulfric’s name, just, and Ulfric’s arm was like an iron bar around his chest as he came hard, tensing around the Nord’s cock.
“Gods,” Ulfric groaned and Dyce felt him swell and thrust once more, twice and he released himself. Dyce could feel him coming, hot, for heartbeats.
They lay there, immobile for a few minutes, recovering. Eventually Ulfric extracted himself and rolled off the Breton and Dyce realised how much lung capacity he’d been missing with the weight off his back.
They’d made a mess. Dyce felt boneless as he slid over to the edge of the bed to find something to clean up with. Ulfric lay on his side and watched him. Dyce smiled at him, pleased and sated. He clawed the blankets back up from where they’d fallen off the end of the bed and despite the wet patch he lay down right next to Ulfric.
“That was fun,” Dyce said.
“Thank you.”
Dyce reached out and stroked Ulfric’s chest. Ulfric put an arm around him and pulled him in a bit closer. Dyce moved down until his head fit under Ulfric’s chin. They moved around, getting comfortable and silence descended for a while.
“We could do this again,” Ulfric said gravely.
“Mhm.”
“Good.”
“Goodnight, Ulfric.”
“Goodnight, Dyce.”
Re: What's a Thief to a King? M!DB/Ulfric 32/??
Date: 2013-02-15 04:25 am (UTC)Btw, is the horker fat misfire going to be canon with this? I admit I was terribly confused when the fic started. Sorry, it's a bit off topic, but it's been bugging me the whole time!
Loved the inclusion of the title Stormcock! You know what your audience craves. =D
Re: What's a Thief to a King? M!DB/Ulfric 32/??
Date: 2013-02-15 07:58 am (UTC)Re: What's a Thief to a King? M!DB/Ulfric 32/??
Date: 2013-02-15 04:59 am (UTC)Re: What's a Thief to a King? M!DB/Ulfric 32/??
Date: 2013-02-15 08:20 am (UTC)Longreview!Anon checks in, (1/2)
Date: 2013-02-15 02:22 pm (UTC)But let me start with some overall impressions. Like with the twins, you've gotten us this far, you could have phoned the sex scene in. It didn't have to be anyhting more than two gorgous guys fucking, but you just can't do that, can you? Instead you give us a thesis on beauty and pain. Something that's so deep and throughtful that it almost forgets to be hot. The key word there is 'Almost'
Because Holy Gods, is this hot. I honestly had to stop using Ulfric's voice in my head, because otherwise I'd never finish reading it and the husband would be late for work. Even now my forehead is sweaty. Damn! I told you once about what I liked in being fucked by a large man, and it's good to see you took notes.
Now, let me backtrack a little, because there's a whole lot more here than just mindblowing sex.
We start with some kissing, to get things to a quick simmer right away. I love your imagery in discribing it. Dyce being willing to chase Ulfric's excitement, Ulfric's tongue curling like smoke in Dyce's mouth. This also gives us our first brush with pain.
Both Ulfric and Dyce are almost too big for their skins. They are so many big things: Heroes, Warriors, Leaders of Men, Kings, Villians, and Instruments of the Gods. With all that, there's almost no room to be men; Simple, needful men. This is the truth Ulfric's lived with for years. He was born too it to an extent, but he's way more than just a Jarl. Ulfric's also become such a sex object that he doesn't have sex anymore. Because when you're supposedly a perfect sex god, how can you actually take off your clothes and fuck someone? How can you live up to those expectations? Its the Prom Queen Syndrome times a thousand.
Dyce on the other hand, is just coming to this truth. This story has been about Dyce's evolution as much as it's been about Ulfric, and that last section, with Dyce running away and Ulfric hauling him back is an excellent example. Dyce, who's avoided commitments all his life, has made commitments through his actions. He helped lead the battle, so had to go and honor the dead. He's broken Skyrim from the Empire, and now he has to help it fight against the Thalmor. He's become a warrior. He's become a leader of men, and he didn't even notice. I suspect he doesn't realize what he's done, but it's coming. Dyce has avoided the sex object problem, by not letting his image drift from his reality, and by not paying too much attention to what 'people' are saying about him.
As Ulfric (and Galmar) showed Dyce how he had the ability to be a leader and a warrior, Dyce is showing Ulfric how he has the ability to be a lover. Both Dyce and Ulfric had those talents, they just didn't know how to apply them.
I love the imagery of Dyce searching through all of Ulfric's layers to reach his skin, to actually touch him. Fabulous metaphor. As is the Fucking Gorgous. The intensity of that scene is just so artful. All sex, to a greater or lessor extent is about control; Who's doing what to whom? Who's giving, who's recieving? Who's begging, who's asking, and who's making who beg? Ulfric and Dyce are so interesting because that control dynamic is unpredicable and constantly shifting. Yes, Ulfric is huge and forceful and Dyce is small and slippery, but look at their Thu'ums, and Dyce is thehuge battleaxe and Ulfric is the tiny dagger. Is Ulfric seducing Dyce or is Dyce seducing Ulfric? It's constantly going back and forth and you could watch it for hours.
(Gah, character limits.)
Longreview!Anon checks in, (2/2)
Date: 2013-02-15 02:23 pm (UTC)But you manage to save us from being too maudlin and sad, and work in the Stormcock. Brilliant! Besides, I actually like Stormblade out of the many, many titles the Dragonborn gets. I love the Stormcrown, Stormblade, Stormcloak trinity. In my head, my Blond, Nord, Dragonborn marries Ulfric and becomes all three.
Your being playful at this point, between the "On your knees" stuff and the wink at the Horker fat story, which provides a nice transition from pain and suffering to sex and pleasure.
And then we get to the part where Dyce gets fucked into the mattress and my eyes glaze over and I start to drool. All the while having that voice growling into his ear- I need a moment.
Wha?
Right, right. review. comments. right. okay. how are you?
And you leave us and Our Heroes with a literal promise of more. (YES!!) Now, both Dyce and Ulfric know there's a time and a place for caution. And they're getting to that place. We're not done yet, and I staying to watch all the credits. (Like I could look away)
Brilliant. Brilliant work here! Seriously, you are beating us with a stick and Not. Letting. Up! If we all survive this, it will be a miracle, but it will be completely worth it. Kinda like really wild sex, there's moments you fear for your life, but you could never, ever stop.