“Do you have any other injuries?” His thane asked with hands that never left Argis’ skin.
“No.”
“Are you sure?” The Thane raised an eyebrow, “What about here?” He used one hand to press into Argis’ left thigh. Argis recoiled and growled as his Thane pressed down on the bruise that he received. “That’s what I thought.”
“It’s nothing, just a bruise, how did you even know?”
“A guess I figured since-”
“I’m blind in my left eye that’s where all my injuries lie.” That fact was true but that wasn’t the point. Argis crossed his arms and turned his face only showing the Thane the right side.
“Argis-”
“It’s fine, everyone thinks the same thing. I’m used to it.” He said but the venom was still in his voice, we wasn’t used to it. “Just leave the bruise and save the rest of the potion for yourself.”
Argis was about to stand when he was pinned to the ground. He was confused and didn’t understand what was happening. He shouted in pain when his Thane pressed his knee firmly into the bruised area.
“Argis, listen.” Argis looked at his thane who looked just as cold as he did the first time they met. Argis froze under that gaze, afraid of what would happen if he tried to defy him, he couldn’t even imagine defying his thane. “I wanted to do this at a more appropriate time but it seems I’ll have to settle for now, don’t move.”
Amund sat up and eased his weight off Argis’ thigh. Argis watched stunned as his Thane removed his chest plate and then his tunic revealing what Argis had always been too shy to fully look at. He was littered with scars across his broad chest with ripples in all the right places showing just how defined he was.
His Thane leant forward again cautiously; Argis felt a burning in his cheeks but didn’t move a muscle, well maybe one muscle. “You know…” His thane voice was a low whisper and Argis could feel his warm breath on his neck, which made his hair stand on end. “I’m always admired your strength. The way you carry everything I throw at you. Dragonbones. Dragon scales. Animal pelts. Gems. Potions. Weapons.” Argis swore that between every sentence he felt soft pecks on his neck, but they were so soft and so quick he didn’t know if they were real. “I love your courage. I love your bravery. I love your honour. I love your skill. I love your passion, now I love your smell. Your taste.”
Argis felt a chill go down his spine at the words and his skin burn wherever there was a light kiss placed. He felt the Dragonborn’s fingers at his chin and then his lips were pressed to his Thanes. “I love you.” The hot words against Argis’ face made him blush all the more.
Amund’s lips were pressed to Argis’ again and he soon felt his mouth being invaded by his Thane’s tongue. Amund knotted a hand in Argis’ hair and pulled him closer, practically crushing their mouths together.
Argis’ mind was stumped unsure what to do, but his body seemed to know. One hand felt it’s way up his Thanes back before grabbing a fistful of hair his other hand rested on the perfectly sculpted, yet still armoured arse of his Thane. “Tent.” Argis managed to breath once the kiss took a pause.
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timeasmymeasure
Show No Weakness - Part 11a/?
Date: 2012-09-29 12:46 pm (UTC)“No.”
“Are you sure?” The Thane raised an eyebrow, “What about here?” He used one hand to press into Argis’ left thigh. Argis recoiled and growled as his Thane pressed down on the bruise that he received. “That’s what I thought.”
“It’s nothing, just a bruise, how did you even know?”
“A guess I figured since-”
“I’m blind in my left eye that’s where all my injuries lie.” That fact was true but that wasn’t the point. Argis crossed his arms and turned his face only showing the Thane the right side.
“Argis-”
“It’s fine, everyone thinks the same thing. I’m used to it.” He said but the venom was still in his voice, we wasn’t used to it. “Just leave the bruise and save the rest of the potion for yourself.”
Argis was about to stand when he was pinned to the ground. He was confused and didn’t understand what was happening. He shouted in pain when his Thane pressed his knee firmly into the bruised area.
“Argis, listen.” Argis looked at his thane who looked just as cold as he did the first time they met. Argis froze under that gaze, afraid of what would happen if he tried to defy him, he couldn’t even imagine defying his thane. “I wanted to do this at a more appropriate time but it seems I’ll have to settle for now, don’t move.”
Amund sat up and eased his weight off Argis’ thigh. Argis watched stunned as his Thane removed his chest plate and then his tunic revealing what Argis had always been too shy to fully look at. He was littered with scars across his broad chest with ripples in all the right places showing just how defined he was.
His Thane leant forward again cautiously; Argis felt a burning in his cheeks but didn’t move a muscle, well maybe one muscle. “You know…” His thane voice was a low whisper and Argis could feel his warm breath on his neck, which made his hair stand on end. “I’m always admired your strength. The way you carry everything I throw at you. Dragonbones. Dragon scales. Animal pelts. Gems. Potions. Weapons.” Argis swore that between every sentence he felt soft pecks on his neck, but they were so soft and so quick he didn’t know if they were real. “I love your courage. I love your bravery. I love your honour. I love your skill. I love your passion, now I love your smell. Your taste.”
Argis felt a chill go down his spine at the words and his skin burn wherever there was a light kiss placed. He felt the Dragonborn’s fingers at his chin and then his lips were pressed to his Thanes. “I love you.” The hot words against Argis’ face made him blush all the more.
Amund’s lips were pressed to Argis’ again and he soon felt his mouth being invaded by his Thane’s tongue. Amund knotted a hand in Argis’ hair and pulled him closer, practically crushing their mouths together.
Argis’ mind was stumped unsure what to do, but his body seemed to know. One hand felt it’s way up his Thanes back before grabbing a fistful of hair his other hand rested on the perfectly sculpted, yet still armoured arse of his Thane. “Tent.” Argis managed to breath once the kiss took a pause.