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Take my coat! 1.4/?
Date: 2013-05-25 11:34 am (UTC)Einarr gasped, his hips bucking in time to Erandur’s rhythm. Heat coiled in his loins, the friction burning along his length. Under the heat of the blanket, he began to sweat, cooling trails running down his torso.
When something hot and wet wrapped around the weeping head of his member he gave a hoarse shout, hands flying to grasp at the priest’s shoulders. Unable to bear the sensation any longer he hauled the older man up until they were hip to hip again, Erandur’s forehead resting against the Nord’s collarbone.
A shiver ran through Erandur’s shoulders as they were exposed to the cool night air, his skin rising into goosebumps. Einarr ran his hands across them, pushing warmth back into the chilled skin before tugging the cloak up around the Dunmer’s shoulders. With the man warm again he turned his attention back to more pressing issues.
Sliding his hands down Erandur’s back tugged the worn breeches down from hips, purring contentedly as Erandur kissed at his neck, his frail fingers running over hardened nipples. His thighs were warm and firm under Einarr grip and he pulled gently, parting them to allow the older man to rest on his hips. A quiet moan escaped the other man and Einarr himself gasped in appreciation at the contact. It didn’t take much more persuasion to coat his fingers in saliva, carefully sliding one inside the other man.
Erandur tensed. He always did at first, no matter how slowly or carefully Einarr made the first intrusion. But then, it didn’t take long for him to relax either, the tight muscles of his backside parting more and more readily, until the elf was pushing back onto them.
“Now, Einarr...or you’re going to be too late.” Erandur puffed, his breathing heavy. Between their bodies, his erection pulsed trapped between his own soft stomach and Einarr’s hard abs.
The Nord agreed eagerly, lifting Erandur’s hips gently, carefully positioning the man at his erection before allowing the priest to push back of his own accord. He did so slowly, easing down the larger man’s member inch by inch, hissing between clenched teeth when his walls stretched painfully. It took a few agonising minutes before he settled down completely, his hips flush with Einarr’s.
The blonde’s hands traced gently at the small of his back, soothing, distracting as he adjusted, though his jumping pulse hinted at nothing but impatience, wanting to plunge himself into heat and tightness.
When the discomfort had subsided to a dull ache, Erandur nodded, rolling his hips experimentally, letting out a soft cry when Einarr brushed against his sweet spot. His back arched, chest pressing harder against the Dragonborn’s. Hands grasped at his hips suddenly, holding him in place as Einarr pushed harder, as if there were more of him to fit in.
The dark elf groaned again, pain fading in favour of the excitement thrumming through his system, the endorphins rushing through his blood. He felt his heart rate quicken, his lungs heaving for breath as Einarr pulled out and drove into him again, faster now. He reacted automatically; knowing what limits he could push his partner’s body to and Erandur relished it, knowing he could trust the other man with his body and soul completely.