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Re: "Two Down" 3/?
Date: 2013-06-01 07:13 am (UTC)Arend shook his head no. "Perfect. I have a few errands to run in town, so I'll see you in a few hours."
Thrynn cocked his head and pointed out, "Market's closed, you know. It's almost midnight."
Laughing, the young thief strode past Thrynn and headed towards the ladder into the graveyard. As he passed, he swatted Thrynn's leather-clad rear playfully and winked, "I never said they were legal errands, did I, now?"
It was a little before two in the morning when Arend returned to the cistern. Humming cheerfully to himself, the red-haired thief trotted over to the little chest of drawers beside his bed and stuffed a couple items into a small, cloth bag he pulled from one of the pockets of his armor. From another pocket he drew a folded piece of parchment and placed it carefully in the drawer between two books. All around him, the other members of the Thieves Guild slept soundly, save for Mercer, who was still scratching away at his ledger over at his desk, and Niruin, who seemed content to spend the entire night peppering his straw target with arrows over on the other side of the cistern. And, of course, there was Thrynn, who was lounging restlessly in his bed, which was conveniently right next to the entrance to the small training room, pretending to relax but shooting Arend not-so-subtle glances every so often. Chuckling, Arend removed the blanket from his bed, rolled it up, and tucked it under his arm. After making a quick double-check of the items in his bag, he strode over to where Niruin was practicing and whispered briefly in the Bosmer's ear. Niruin laughed a bit in response, then nodded, and Arend turned from the Wood Elf and headed for the training room. He walked right by Thrynn without looking at him, but as he brushed past, he instructed quietly under his breath, "Wait ten minutes, then come."
Normally, Arend wouldn't have cared who saw the two of them disappear into some dark corner together, but Mercer had been giving him dirty looks ever since he had caught him and Brynjolf having a quick one in the back room of the Flagon the week before, so Arend figured he should at least try to be a bit more subtle.
Stealing silently into the training room, more out of habit than out of any real need for silence, Arend put his hands on his hips and looked around. There was a pile of straw on the floor near the battered practice dummies; replacement stuffing most likely. Good enough, thought Arend, throwing the blanket over the pile and flattening out the lumps with his foot. Satisfied, he unfastened the various straps and buckles of his cuirass with quick, nimble fingers. He was about to toss the garment off to the side, but he paused mid-motion and glanced at one of the straw dummies. Giggling a bit, he draped the armor over the shoulders of the straw-and-canvas figure.
"There you go," he muttered. "All dressed up and ready for the show."
Still grinning slightly, Arend pulled his undershirt up over his head and kicked off his pants and boots. The air inside the cistern was damp and somewhat chilly, and the small redhead, clad only in his thin breechcloth, shivered a bit despite his supposed Nord resistance to cold. However, Arend ignored the chill and stretched out on the blanket, knowing that soon enough he'd be plenty warm. After a moment of wiggling around on the makeshift straw bed, Arend winced as something small and hard dug into his back. He reached beneath the blanket and groped around for the source, pulling out an empty bottle of skooma hidden in the hay. The young Nord rolled his eyes and chucked it across the room, where it bounced off a chest and rolled into the far corner. Now settled, it was time to get down to it. Grabbing the cloth bag he had brought, Arend rummaged around inside it for a moment before pulling out a small, red bottle and uncorking it with his teeth before setting it carefully to the side within reach, nestling it in the straw so it wouldn't tip over. Then, he propped himself up on his elbows, mussed his thick, copper hair a bit, and waited.
"Two Down" 4/?
Date: 2013-06-01 09:03 am (UTC)"Hey there, Muscles," smirked Arend, winking.
"Wow. You certainly don't waste time," commented Thrynn in amusement. Arend laughed.
"No, not really. Speaking of which, you're overdressed."
Wordlessly, Thrynn began fumbling with the straps of his armor. While the former bandit was occupied, Arend undid the ties of his breechcloth and let the fabric fall open. Seeing the movement out of the corner of his eye, Thrynn glanced up, and his hands halted their motions. His eyes were immediately drawn to the bright red patch of hair surrounding the boy's slender, half-hard member. Otherwise, Arend was surprisingly smooth and hairless for a Nord. His pale, white skin shone like new snow in the dim light, flecked with brown freckles on his shoulders, and his chest and stomach were as smooth and soft-looking as any woman's. His waist and hips were slender and toned to match his long, well-muscled legs and rounded arms. Though Arend's face had a certain feminine quality, with his high cheekbones, arched eyebrows, and impish features, his body was most definitely male. Overall, he was a very attractive young man, and Thrynn could see why that nobleman Arend had spoken of had paid to bring him all the way from Cyrodiil to High Rock. A boy this pretty likely didn't come cheap, though, and Thrynn wondered how much gold he had paid for Arend. He wondered if he wanted to know.
"Enjoying the view?" asked Arend playfully, drawing Thrynn back to the present.
"You know, I usually stick to dames, but you're actually pretty sexy," he answered honestly.
"Thanks, I guess," shrugged Arend. "You ever fuck a guy before?"
"Couple times. Never sober, though, so this is kind of a first."
Arend smiled sensually and dragged his hand up his stomach. "Well, I'll make sure to make this memorable, then."
Without waiting for Thrynn to finish disrobing, Arend retrieved the small healing potion from beside him and poured a liberal amount onto three of the fingers of his right hand. Then he spread his legs and purred, "Feel free to enjoy the show."
Thrynn's mouth fell open as he watched Arend slip two of his fingers inside himself, letting out a little noise of pleasure as he did so. His armor still half unfastened, Thrynn felt himself swiftly swelling as all the blood rushed southward. The increased pressure inside his unforgiving leather pants reminded the older Nord that he was still fully dressed, and he quickly worked to rid himself of his armor. Arend, meanwhile, was slowly fucking himself with his fingers, his breath coming in heavy pants as he scissored and stretched his entrance in preparation. Impatiently, Thrynn yanked off the rest of his armor, likely breaking a buckle or two in his haste.
By the time he kicked off his pants and undergarments, Arend had slipped a third finger inside and was stroking himself in time with the motions of his fingers.
"Don't just stand there," breathed Arend, arching his back in pleasure. "Get that sexy Nord ass over here."
Not needing to be told twice, Thrynn crossed the distance to the straw bed in two steps and knelt over the smaller boy. To his surprise, Arend suddenly pushed Thrynn onto his back and straddled him.
"I want to get a closer look at you," he said by way of explanation as he slid down the larger Nord's body until he was face to face with Thrynn's fully-erect, uncut cock.
"Mm, my favorite part about Nords," hummed Arend, running his thumb over the edge of the former bandit's foreskin reverently. Then he leaned in and ran his tongue from base to tip, drawing a low groan from Thrynn. Chuckling, Arend moved upward, licking and nipping his way up the Nord's chest, running his hands over thick, defined muscles and marveling at their rock-hard firmness.
"Gods, I love Skyrim," muttered Arend mostly to himself.
***
Oh, Arend, you so slutty :P Anyway, yay, finally some action! I'll finish the rest of this over the weekend, hopefully (Yes, I know, I'm a terrible person for stopping here).
A!A Bonus Art-Ro-Dah!
Date: 2013-06-01 09:24 am (UTC)(Charcoal and pencil on sketch paper, approx. 3 hours). I sketched this about a month ago while trying out a new drawing style, and I decided I wanted his hair a bit shorter since then, so ignore the ponytail. Other than that, this is cute, slutty, little Arend.
Re: A!A Bonus Art-Ro-Dah!
Date: 2013-06-01 07:58 pm (UTC)Re: A!A Bonus Art-Ro-Dah!
Date: 2013-06-01 10:40 pm (UTC)Re: "Two Down" 4/?
Date: 2013-06-03 03:27 am (UTC)And he's a Nord... sort of? I'll try to work out what that means before you finish the story :)
Re: "Two Down" 4/?
Date: 2013-06-04 09:53 am (UTC)"Two Down" 5/?
Date: 2013-06-08 11:46 am (UTC)"Fuuuuuck," breathed Thrynn, letting his eyes flutter closed. Arend chuckled and nipped lightly at his ear.
"You know what I thought about the first time I saw you?" whispered the slender thief, not waiting for an answer before continuing, "I thought about you fucking me hard against the wall of the Cistern. I thought about those sexy arms lifting me up and slamming me against a table. I wanted you to take me right there, right where everyone could see."
Between them, Thrynn's cock twitched at Arend's words, and he bucked his hips. Letting out a deep growl, he grabbed the smaller Nord by the back of the hair and rolled them while simultaneously crushing their lips together. It was Arend's turn to moan this time, as Thrynn forced his tongue into the boy's mouth and claimed control of the kiss. Wrapping his arms around the bandit's neck, Arend curled one leg around the other's thigh and pulled him in closer, trying to hint what he wanted. Thrynn was no fool. When the pair broke apart, gasping for air a few moments later, Thrynn's eyes were burning with Nord fire, with the need to dominate and to claim.
"Big talk for such a young pup," he growled dangerously. "You sure you can handle it? I ain't exactly the gentle type."
"Gods, yes," pleaded Arend, shivering with delight at the deep, masculine quality of his voice. "Don't you dare hold back. I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk afterward."
Thrynn grinned then, and for a moment, Arend was reminded sharply of being held down by a wolf or a saber cat, helplessly pinned and moments away from being devoured. The thought sent desire coursing down his spine to pool in his belly.
"I'll take that as a challenge," replied Thrynn confidently. Then the large Nord's warm weight was suddenly absent as he straightened up onto his knees. He shuffled forward, and Arend understood what he was doing when he was grabbed once again by the back of the head and pulled upward so he was eye-level with Thrynn's thick, weeping cock.
"Suck, unless you want it dry," he ordered gruffly. Obediently, Arend slid his mouth over the tip, using one of his hands to pull back the foreskin and laving the flat tip with broad swipes of his tongue. Then he held his breath and took him into his mouth all the way until his nose was buried in the musky bristles of the bandit's navel. He looked up, fixing Thrynn with a playful yet submissive stare. Unconsciously, Thrynn's hips began to rock back and forth, and Arend allowed him to fuck his mouth and throat for several more shaky thrusts before he had no choice but to pull back, gasping for air. A strand of saliva connected Arend's red, swollen lips to the tip of Thrynn's equally red cock, and the young thief smirked as he swiped his bottom lip with his thumb.
"Fuck, you're good at that," Thrynn admitted freely. Then his lips curled upward into a predatory leer and he pushed Arend roughly back down to the straw bed and pushed his legs apart with his knees. Suddenly, the smaller Nord felt the blunt head of the bandit's cock nudging the cleft of his ass, and that was all the warning he got before Thrynn abruptly snapped his hips forward, sheathing himself in Arend's tight heat in one motion.
"H-Ha-ah… fuck!" he hissed, arching his back and clapping his hand over his mouth to stifle the scream that threatened to rip itself from his throat. Arend's other arm tightened around Thrynn's neck, and his breathing grew heavy and labored.
"By the Nine, you're tight," groaned Thrynn as Arend clenched around his member, giving the boy only a moment or two to adjust to his sizable girth before rocking his hips experimentally.
"Two Down" 6/?
Date: 2013-06-08 11:49 am (UTC)"Loose tavern wenches and slutty red-haired thieves," was Thrynn's surprisingly clever response. "And quit whining. You're the one who wanted it rough."
"I'm not… fuck… whining," insisted Arend as the initial burn of being stretched began to give way to the dull pleasure of being completely filled. "Now shut up and fuck me, you bastard."
Not needing any further encouragement, Thrynn, grabbed Arend's hips in a bruising grip and set a fast, punishing pace. The young Nord let out a high-pitched moan and wrapped his legs around the other's lower back, digging his heels in to pull him closer.
"Keep it down… will you?" stammered Thrynn. "You'll wake up the whole guild."
Arend's eyes darted to the open archway of the training room, which he could just see over Thrynn's muscular shoulder, biting his lip to contain his noises of pleasure. Then he caught the barest flicker of movement in the doorway, and his blue-brown eyes narrowed devilishly. It appeared someone was enjoying the show from the shadows. Only two members of the Thieves Guild had been awake when Arend had slipped out of the Cistern. He had warned Niruin that the training room would be "occupied" for an hour or so before coming in, but Arend decided the Wood Elf didn't really seem like the voyeur type, which left only one other person. He smirked. Master thief, indeed.
Truthfully, the thought of being watched was a huge turn-on for the former whore, and Arend couldn't help but want to put on a bit of a show.
"Ah, Thrynn, you're so big," he sighed just loud enough for his voice to carry across the room. "I bet you can make me cum without even touching my cock."
"Oh, yeah?" chuckled Thrynn, grabbing Arend's thin wrists suddenly and pinning them above his head. "We'll just see about that."
The small Nord moaned, wishing he had had the foresight to grab some rope. Being tied up and fucked senseless happened to be another of Arend's biggest kinks. Still, even just being held down by his wrists like this was enough to make him arch his back off the straw and tighten his legs around Thrynn's waist. If this kept up, he really was going to cum without any other stimulation.
Arend's voice rose in pitch as Thrynn's thrusts became faster and more irregular. He forgot all about their shadowy observer as each hard thrust send another wave of pleasure surging through him.
"I'm close," panted Thrynn, his entire body covered in a glistening sheen of sweat.
"Flip me over," breathed Arend, biting the inside of his cheek to hold his own pleasure in check. "I come harder that way."
Without a word, Thrynn lifted the pale red-head easily and flipped him onto his hands and knees, only taking a moment to readjust before slamming back inside. To Arend's surprise, Thrynn reached his hand around and gripped his swollen, leaking member, jerking it in time with his hips. After that, it only took two thrusts for the older Nord to hit that little bundle of nerves head-on and send Arend careening over the edge.
With a muffled scream, Arend buried his face in the blanket as he came. His body clenched and quivered with the force of his orgasm, and Thrynn's own completion was simultaneously ripped from him as a result. His body curled over Arend's back, and he buried his face in the boy's neck, biting down on his shoulder to stifle his own cries. Feeling the sharp pain of the bandit's teeth not quite breaking his skin, Arend whimpered and nearly collapsed as he came a second time.
When the two of them finally came down from their high, Arend really did collapse in a boneless heap, not even caring when Thrynn landed on top of him, still connected but not yet bothering to pull out.
"Now that…" panted Arend, "…was what I wanted."
"Fuck…" huffed Thrynn. "That was… fuck…"
"Two Down" 7/?
Date: 2013-06-08 11:51 am (UTC)"Er, sorry about your neck. Kinda couldn't help it," apologized Thrynn lamely when he saw the bright red bite mark on the other's pale shoulder. Reluctantly, Arend mustered up enough energy to roll over and sit up, and he touched the tender, raised mark.
"'It's alright. I actually like that. Didn't break skin, did you?" he asked, sounding a little concerned.
"Don't think so. Here, let me see."
He leaned down to inspect Arend's neck, tilting the boy's head to the side with surprisingly gentle fingers.
"Naw, just bruised." Arend relaxed. "You'll be fine," said Thrynn, ruffling his shaggy red hair. He brushed Arend's ear with his thumb and paused to stroke its outline. It was actually a bit pointed at the tip, now that he was looking closely. He knew that some Bretons had slightly pointed ears as a result of their far-back Mer heritage, but as far as he knew, Arend at least claimed to be a Nord.
"Hey, that tickles" laughed Arend, shaking his head. "What are you doing?"
"How come your ears are pointy?" asked Thrynn in his typical blunt manner. "I thought you said you were a Nord."
"I am. Sort of," answered Arend, shrugging. "My old man was a Nord. My ma wasn't."
"Breton?"
"Um, not exactly," he admitted after a brief hesitation. "She was from Valenwood. I take after my dad. 'Cept for my size, of course. That one's her fault."
"You're half elf?" asked Thrynn in surprise.
"Yeah, but don't go around broadcasting that," muttered Arend. "Nords don't exactly like elves, present company excluded, of course, and they like the idea of elf-human hybrids even less. Those assholes in Windhelm would probably lynch me if they found out."
"I didn't even know it was possible," said Thrynn. "I always thought they were different species or something."
Arend scratched his chin uncomfortably. "It's pretty rare, but it's possible. Obviously, since I'm here. So, um, like I said, don't go spreading this around. I don't care if the Guild knows, but, you know, with the war and all…"
"Yeah, sure, kid," replied Thrynn, and boy looked relieved to drop the subject. "So, thanks for everything, I guess. I'm gonna hit the hay. See ya' around."
"Any time, my muscular Nord friend," winked Arend, back to his playful flirting. "And I mean that. Any time, any place."
Thrynn laughed. "Be careful, kid, or I really might bend you over a table in the middle of the Cistern."
"How 'bout Mercer's desk? I'd be up for that."
The bandit just shook his head and walked out, still laughing.
After cleaning up and redressing, Arend dragged himself to his bed and flopped down in it, using the now stained and straw-covered blanket as a pillow. He frowned as his fingers found the hole he had torn in it with his teeth. He'd have to mend it before it ripped even more. Arend hated mending. He looked over at Mercer's desk. It was empty. Old bugger must have gone home to finish himself off, Arend thought with amusement.
"Two Down" 8/8
Date: 2013-06-08 12:08 pm (UTC)Dear Ambriel,
I'm very glad to hear from you. I wasn't sure if you'd be able to find a courier to deliver a letter to Skyrim with the war going on. Things are alright here. Nothing much is happening with the war right now, what with the dragons about and all. Don't worry about me, though. I'm keeping myself out of trouble here in chilly old Skyrim. How's the weather in Chorrol? I bet it's much warmer than it is here. How are your studies coming? Mother said in her letter that you're working hard (you always do, of course). I miss you both very much, and I hope to see you again soon…
By the time Arend finished penning the rest of the letter, the guild was beginning to stir, so he quickly jotted down the last bit before tucking the letter back in his nightstand.
…I'm still waiting to hear back from my contact in Bruma, but I should be able to send the money with him next time he comes through Falkreath. It's not much, but I'll send more when I can. Give mother my love, and stay out of trouble until I can come home.
All my love,
your big brother Arendor
Smiling, Arend threw the dirty blanket over his head, rolled over, and closed his eyes for a couple hours of sleep before his newest assignment later that night.
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Mini plot twist time! Yup, Arend's half elf, and yup, he has a family (and they're even alive! Shocking, right?) Just to let you know, I love writing plot twists almost as much as I love being tragically sentimental. But more importantly: It's seven in the morning why in Oblivion am I still awake?! Blaaargh! But now I have a four-day weekend, so you know what that means? FILL ALL THE PROMPTS!!!
(I should sleep...)And now most importantly: Did I fill OP's Thrynn craving? Was that smutty and Thrynn-y enough?
Re: "Two Down" 8/8
Date: 2013-06-08 04:12 pm (UTC)Re: "Two Down" 8/8
Date: 2013-06-08 11:12 pm (UTC)Re: "Two Down" 8/8
Date: 2013-06-09 02:55 am (UTC)Re: "Two Down" 8/8
Date: 2013-07-12 07:26 pm (UTC)Re: "Two Down" 8/8
Date: 2015-02-05 08:47 am (UTC)