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Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (27/?)

[(Anonymous)]

“Like… this?”, he asked, holding his legs out of the way to expose himself even more.

Without answering him the altmer forced his legs further back until Romlyn wailed in pain. Immediately an armored knee was shoved between his legs. He hadn’t minded having the cold metal touch his arms and chest, but against his hot, hard cock it was close to torture. Romlyn yelped at the unexpected stimulation and tried to crawl away, but black gauntlets were on his hips in an instant and kept him in place. The spiked parts of Serano’s armor came dangerously close to his crotch.

“You sobbed and cried as I fucked you that night, and now you want to do that again? You are just begging to get hurt.” Romlyn cried out when Serano ground his knee against his balls, strong enough to hurt even if the altmer hadn’t been wearing armor; he could feel tears gathering in his eyes.

At the same time he nearly sobbed in gratitude at finally being touched there.

It was too much, it felt so good but it hurt; his arms were flailing about uselessly until Serano grasped his wrists and forced him to hug his knees again. He trashed about helplessly, wailing and cursing and babbling incoherently when his husband just pressed down on him harder. Sometimes the cold armor came in contact with his ass, reminding him just would he had gotten himself into.
He threw his head back and clutched at his own legs, pushing back desperately against the wonderful friction.

He could probably come like this.

“I-yes, yes please, don’t- I need, I can’t, please, I just, let me, now I-Sera--nnnngh, feels so good but please, so good I need-like that, don’t, I can’t, I, please, what-“

He had no idea what he was even trying to say. He only knew that it was too good, but still not enough; he needed more, he wanted everything, he wanted this sweet torture to continue and at the same time he craved the real thing, he needed it inside him, deeper, all the way, right now.

His shameless cries made his lover groan.

“Shit. You’re gorgeous like that.”

Romlyn seriously doubted that.

He tried to scream or beg for Serano to stop or fuck him or just do something but he couldn’t even form words anymore, let alone coherent sentences; the only things he managed were strangled gasps and wheezes while he rutted shamelessly against Serano’s knee.

He saw that Serano started yanking at his cuirass, readjusting and loosening his armor, but he only realized what that meant when he felt Serano’s naked cock nudging his hip. Immediately Romlyn tried to align himself with it, which proved to be entirely impossibly in their position. He couldn’t move, could merely implore the altmer with pleading eyes and desperate little sounds to fuck him already.

His husband stared down at him with lust-blown pupils. He took his own cock in hand and stroked himself to full hardness. Romlyn could hear it, feel it, the hot flesh sliding along his hip, growing hard against him, leaving trails of precum on his skin, while Romlyn only whined hopelessly and clenched at nothing. He was so damn close.
The altmer didn’t warn him or gave any sort of implication of what he was about to do; suddenly he shifted until he was half-kneeling, half-lying on top of Romlyn and the weight of his armor threatened to crush Romlyn. It was hard to breathe beneath his weight; but what actually took his breath away was one gauntleted finger that ascertained the position of his hole before the altmer impaled him on his cock in one swift motion.

Romlyn gave a high-pitched sound that sounded suspiciously like a sob; his whole body stiffened as Serano entered him.
It hurt; his lover hadn’t turned into a werewolf but he was still bigger than any other man Romlyn had had before him. He would have been fine if the altmer had slowly eased himself in, or at least given him time to adjust, but that was not how it worked. The altmer took him hard and fast; each time he pulled out completely just to bury himself to the hilt again in one fluid motion, and each thrust made Romlyn mewl wantonly. He keened as he threw his head back and promptly hit it on the wooden floor.

After making do with his own fingers for so long the throbbing flesh inside him felt divine.