They paused to glare at each other, breathing hard. Breathing wasn’t all that was hard, Enthir realised, and there wasn’t much his nightclothes were going to do to hide it. Not with him, he thought. It had really been too long.
“Fuck,” Dyce said more softly, his gaze darkening.
“Fuck you,” Enthir enunciated clearly. This man was so irritating. He rolled back the other way, and Dyce didn’t resist, letting Enthir pin him in turn. “What do you think this is?” Enthir asked.
“Feels like a hard-on to me,” Dyce said. “I could be wrong, of course.”
Enthir drew his hand back and slapped him across the face. And then he bent down and sank his teeth into Dyce’s bottom lip. The ‘uhngh’ sound that Dyce made when he did so seemed to bypass his ears and go right to his cock. Dyce nipped him back, and then they were wrestling again, this time with the thief’s armour. If Enthir didn’t get it off right now he was going to break something, and Dyce seemed equally enthused by the idea.
Enthir slapped Dyce’s hands away when the clothes finally came unbuckled and unbuttoned, and their cocks were pressed together. Dyce didn’t argue, lying supine while Enthir wrapped his hand around them both. And then he turned his head and ran his lips along one of Enthir’s ears.
That bastard. Enthir gritted his teeth around the moan that threatened to escape, but he didn’t think his silence had Dyce fooled, because he kept doing it until Enthir raised his head out of reach.
One of Dyce’s cheeks was reddened, and his lower lip was swollen, threatening to bleed. He was smiling, and Enthir started moving his hand. He was going to enjoy watching the cocky Breton come undone, and just plain come. So he stroked them, slowly at first, and then faster, and then more slowly again, in a pattern he could anticipate but that left Dyce breathless and frustrated and trying to set the pace with his hips. A pointless gesture; Enthir was in charge of this.
At least, he thought he was. Dyce was watching him, not making any effort to stifle his whimpers when Enthir changed the pace on him yet again, showing his neck, scraping his lips with his teeth and generally being entirely too distracting for someone not supposed to be doing anything.
Dyce picked his moment. Enthir slowed down again, to let his approaching orgasm receed, and Dyce reached up and yanked his head down so he could put his mouth against Enthir’s ear. He rasped, his voice low and rough and desperate, “You got me so fucking hard you gorgeous fucking mage I could just fuck you all damn day and I’d make you come over and over, and I’d fuck you in the town square, and I’d call your name when you made me come so loudly that everyone in the whole province would know what an amazing lay you are...Enthir.” He breathed the last word, his lips just touching Enthir’s ear.
Enthir bucked, and again, and realised he didn’t want to stop, and Dyce squeezed his arse, urging him forward as his fingers were pressed against the thief’s stomach and they were thrusting against each other desperately.
“You,” oh Divines, he was coming, “Bastard!” Enthir roared as he came, and he could feel Dyce coming too, a great heat and mess and he was laughing damn him.
But he couldn’t quite bring himself to be sorry.
“Give me,” Enthir panted. “My gems back.” He rolled off Dyce and wrapped himself in his robe. “You understand?” He turned back to see Dyce cleaning himself up with Enthir’s discarded sleeping shorts.
“Yeah, yeah.” Dyce tossed Enthir a handful of gems and Enthir went over his shelves making sure nothing else was missing while Dyce got dressed. “I’ll let you off this time, cause you’re so handsome and all. Don’t do this again.”
“You’ve got a funny way of expressing your displeasure,” Enthir pointed out.
Dyce shrugged, stepped up onto the windowsill and let himself down the way he’d arrived. Enthir waited for the signal before unhooking the grappling iron. He still didn’t like him.
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Re: M!DB/Enthir "You Bastard" 2/3 + tags
Date: 2012-09-11 11:04 am (UTC)“Fuck,” Dyce said more softly, his gaze darkening.
“Fuck you,” Enthir enunciated clearly. This man was so irritating. He rolled back the other way, and Dyce didn’t resist, letting Enthir pin him in turn. “What do you think this is?” Enthir asked.
“Feels like a hard-on to me,” Dyce said. “I could be wrong, of course.”
Enthir drew his hand back and slapped him across the face. And then he bent down and sank his teeth into Dyce’s bottom lip. The ‘uhngh’ sound that Dyce made when he did so seemed to bypass his ears and go right to his cock. Dyce nipped him back, and then they were wrestling again, this time with the thief’s armour. If Enthir didn’t get it off right now he was going to break something, and Dyce seemed equally enthused by the idea.
Enthir slapped Dyce’s hands away when the clothes finally came unbuckled and unbuttoned, and their cocks were pressed together. Dyce didn’t argue, lying supine while Enthir wrapped his hand around them both. And then he turned his head and ran his lips along one of Enthir’s ears.
That bastard. Enthir gritted his teeth around the moan that threatened to escape, but he didn’t think his silence had Dyce fooled, because he kept doing it until Enthir raised his head out of reach.
One of Dyce’s cheeks was reddened, and his lower lip was swollen, threatening to bleed. He was smiling, and Enthir started moving his hand. He was going to enjoy watching the cocky Breton come undone, and just plain come. So he stroked them, slowly at first, and then faster, and then more slowly again, in a pattern he could anticipate but that left Dyce breathless and frustrated and trying to set the pace with his hips. A pointless gesture; Enthir was in charge of this.
At least, he thought he was. Dyce was watching him, not making any effort to stifle his whimpers when Enthir changed the pace on him yet again, showing his neck, scraping his lips with his teeth and generally being entirely too distracting for someone not supposed to be doing anything.
Dyce picked his moment. Enthir slowed down again, to let his approaching orgasm receed, and Dyce reached up and yanked his head down so he could put his mouth against Enthir’s ear. He rasped, his voice low and rough and desperate, “You got me so fucking hard you gorgeous fucking mage I could just fuck you all damn day and I’d make you come over and over, and I’d fuck you in the town square, and I’d call your name when you made me come so loudly that everyone in the whole province would know what an amazing lay you are...Enthir.” He breathed the last word, his lips just touching Enthir’s ear.
Enthir bucked, and again, and realised he didn’t want to stop, and Dyce squeezed his arse, urging him forward as his fingers were pressed against the thief’s stomach and they were thrusting against each other desperately.
“You,” oh Divines, he was coming, “Bastard!” Enthir roared as he came, and he could feel Dyce coming too, a great heat and mess and he was laughing damn him.
But he couldn’t quite bring himself to be sorry.
“Give me,” Enthir panted. “My gems back.” He rolled off Dyce and wrapped himself in his robe. “You understand?” He turned back to see Dyce cleaning himself up with Enthir’s discarded sleeping shorts.
“Yeah, yeah.” Dyce tossed Enthir a handful of gems and Enthir went over his shelves making sure nothing else was missing while Dyce got dressed. “I’ll let you off this time, cause you’re so handsome and all. Don’t do this again.”
“You’ve got a funny way of expressing your displeasure,” Enthir pointed out.
Dyce shrugged, stepped up onto the windowsill and let himself down the way he’d arrived. Enthir waited for the signal before unhooking the grappling iron. He still didn’t like him.
Tags: char:Enthir char:M!DB relationship:slash race:breton kink:hatesex kink:dirty_talk kink:frottage series:dyce