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Re: M!DB x Brynyolf: Not Such A Smooth Talker Anymore...

[(Anonymous)]

Brynjolf sat himself at the bar in the Ragged Flagon and swiftly was served a pint by Vekel. Instead of chugging it down in his normal fashion after a tedious job, he merely stared at the contents pondering about his latest job with Reno. The Breton made his head spin and him wanting in way he had felt only with women before. His long brown hair was just perfect for tugging on and his eyes, one green and the other yellow. He had a ramrod straight nose and his lips were inviting. Broad shoulders, perfect for another to grab and his well built arms that could hold anybody against the wall to ravish them. Reno was perfect in Brynjolf's mind, even his hands were perfect as they had brushed briefly together, warm and calloused. Just as Brynjolf's mind went to wander more forbidden areas a tankard of mead was dumped upon him. Blinking, sputtering and cursing profusely he turned to find Delvin and Vex snickering as they called out to him, "Oi, Bryn, we've been trying to get your attention for some time now, thinking about lover boy?" Whistles and catcalls echoed around the room as various people began to call out bets. "Ten septims says Brynjolf will die before telling Reno about his love!" "Twenty that they'll fuck on the bar," another called out. Brynjolf, at this time weary of the bets and teasing made his way to Cistern to clean himself of the sticky med that Delvin and Vex dumped on him.
The Cistern was quite shockingly was quiet, no on was about and he quickly stripped off his armor and dumped it onto his bed uncermoniusly before going to the edge to clean himself. A cough made him turn and he saw none other than Reno, leaning against the Mercer's desk. Casually he spoke out to him, "You can continue, it's not like I enjoy the view." Brynjolf reddened at his words and pulled his armor on before joining Reno at his position on the desk. Before Brynjolf could comprehend what had happened though, Reno's lips were on his. A tongue snaked its way into his mouth before he finally reciprocated. Reno pulled back with a smirk before shoving the Nord on to the desk and clambering on top of him and his tongue attached himself to Brynjolf's neck. The Nord's hands fumbled with the buckles on Reno's armor before he pushed the cuirass back and tumbling to the floor. Brynjolf grinned with his small victory but he quickly realized that Reno had not only discarded himself of the armor but was now working on the fastening to Brynjolf's trousers before yanking them down entirely. Brynjolf bit down a strangled as warm, wet heat engulfed him. "Ugh, Reno, mmph." Reno then looked up, smirking at the man's blissed out face before he hesitantly moved his hand to tease the other man's entrance. Reno pulled off and murmured,"Is this all right?" "Gods yes Reno, b-but we should move to the bed, Mercer-" "Doesn't need to know." He pulled Brynjolf up for a kiss just as a finger entered, followed shortly by another and then one more. "Positive?" Reno questioned. Brynjolf replied with a low moan before yanking Reno's trousers down and pressing them together making the Breton slip in. Moans intertwined as bodies moved in sync, both simultaneously reaching a crescendo before crashing down. As they came down from the foggy haze, Brynjolf said, "Next time, we're doing it against the wall." I'll drink to that." Eventually, they redressed and parted their separate ways. Only minutes later did Mercer reappear and upon seeing the milky white fluid on his desk he boomed out, "Who had sex on my desk?!" Brynjolf grinned and thought to himself, "Maybe instead of the wall, we can do it in Mercer's bed..."





Eep!! I can't believe that I just did that, I've ever done anything citrusy before so apologies if that was baby penguinish. But hey, if you don't like maybe someone else will fill it a second time. Any criticisms are appreciated. So yeah...

Re: M!DB x Brynyolf: Not Such A Smooth Talker Anymore...

[(Anonymous)]

OP here. OMG That was LOVELY!! I love how you wrote this!! Love that last line and Mercer's! LOL A Billion Thanks for writing his writeranon!!! <3

Re: M!DB x Brynyolf: Not Such A Smooth Talker Anymore...

[(Anonymous)]

Writeranon here! I'm glad you liked it, I'm all for ticking off Mercer too!

Re: M!DB x Brynyolf: Not Such A Smooth Talker Anymore...

[(Anonymous)]

Honestly, as a queer person who does "citrusy" (lol) things in real life as well as writing about them, I thought it was not too bad at all!

I have two main criticisms, which I'm offering only since you said they'd be appreciated. Firstly, paragraphs. It was all rather run-together, which spoiled the flow of the story a little. Try to start a new paragraph whenever there's a new subject, and around speech. Something like this:

Brynjolf sat himself at the bar in the Ragged Flagon and swiftly was served a pint by Vekel. Instead of chugging it down in his normal fashion after a tedious job, he merely stared at the contents pondering about his latest job with Reno. The Breton made his head spin and him wanting in way he had felt only with women before. His long brown hair was just perfect for tugging on and his eyes, one green and the other yellow. He had a ramrod straight nose and his lips were inviting. Broad shoulders, perfect for another to grab and his well built arms that could hold anybody against the wall to ravish them. Reno was perfect in Brynjolf's mind, even his hands were perfect as they had brushed briefly together, warm and calloused.

Just as Brynjolf's mind went to wander more forbidden areas a tankard of mead was dumped upon him. Blinking, sputtering and cursing profusely he turned to find Delvin and Vex snickering as they called out to him, "Oi, Bryn, we've been trying to get your attention for some time now, thinking about lover boy?"

Whistles and catcalls echoed around the room as various people began to call out bets. "Ten septims says Brynjolf will die before telling Reno about his love!"

"Twenty that they'll fuck on the bar," another called out.

Brynjolf, at this time weary of the bets and teasing made his way to Cistern to clean himself of the sticky med that Delvin and Vex dumped on him.

The Cistern was quite shockingly was quiet, no on was about and he quickly stripped off his armor and dumped it onto his bed uncermoniusly before going to the edge to clean himself. A cough made him turn and he saw none other than Reno, leaning against the Mercer's desk. Casually he spoke out to him, "You can continue, it's not like I enjoy the view."

Brynjolf reddened at his words and pulled his armor on before joining Reno at his position on the desk.

Before Brynjolf could comprehend what had happened though, Reno's lips were on his. A tongue snaked its way into his mouth before he finally reciprocated. Reno pulled back with a smirk before shoving the Nord on to the desk and clambering on top of him and his tongue attached himself to Brynjolf's neck. The Nord's hands fumbled with the buckles on Reno's armor before he pushed the cuirass back and tumbling to the floor. Brynjolf grinned with his small victory but he quickly realized that Reno had not only discarded himself of the armor but was now working on the fastening to Brynjolf's trousers before yanking them down entirely. Brynjolf bit down a strangled as warm, wet heat engulfed him. "Ugh, Reno, mmph."

Reno then looked up, smirking at the man's blissed out face before he hesitantly moved his hand to tease the other man's entrance. Reno pulled off and murmured,"Is this all right?"

"Gods yes Reno, b-but we should move to the bed, Mercer-"

"Doesn't need to know." He pulled Brynjolf up for a kiss just as a finger entered, followed shortly by another and then one more. "Positive?" Reno questioned.

Brynjolf replied with a low moan before yanking Reno's trousers down and pressing them together making the Breton slip in. Moans intertwined as bodies moved in sync, both simultaneously reaching a crescendo before crashing down.

As they came down from the foggy haze, Brynjolf said, "Next time, we're doing it against the wall."

"I'll drink to that."

Eventually, they redressed and parted their separate ways. Only minutes later did Mercer reappear and upon seeing the milky white fluid on his desk he boomed out, "Who had sex on my desk?!"

Brynjolf grinned and thought to himself, "Maybe instead of the wall, we can do it in Mercer's bed..."

Re: M!DB x Brynyolf: Not Such A Smooth Talker Anymore...

[(Anonymous)]

The second thing was lube. Lube, lube, LUBE! It doesn't matter what you use, but something oily or slippery needs to be applied before any fingers go into buttholes. Try pushing your own finger into your own arse - it won't go in very easily, and that's despite the positive feedback you get from both the finger and arse belonging to the same person. Let alone three belonging to another person, unless the person being fucked is very, very experienced. (Which in this case, Brynjolf isn't because you've written him as never having been with a man before).

Anyway. For a first attempt, that was fun to read. Sort out your paragraphs and apply your lube, and you're good to go :)

Re: M!DB x Brynyolf: Not Such A Smooth Talker Anymore...

[(Anonymous)]

Writeranon here. Thanks for the criticisms, they definitely make sense and I will happily put them to use in the future. By the way, thank you for being nice about unlike so many people today.