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"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
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