Character limtis *shakes fist at sky* --- The two awkwardly got up and hurried into the tent sealing it shut. Now in a more enclosed setting there was no holding back. Argis was pushed roughly onto the bear pelts that lined the floor.
Amund kissed and nipped Argis’ neck as he roughly tugged at the buckles holding his greaves in place and kicked off his own shoes. Argis began to kick his own boots off and then undo the buckles of his Thanes greaves. Soon all that was between them were a pair of leather pants and some small clothes each.
Amund had no hesitation in removing the pants and underwear from his housecarl but Argis hesitated slightly before undressing his Thane. Argis readily turned onto his stomach once his thane encouraged him too.
Amund was usually more considerate but now took no time to prepare Argis. The passion induced haze left Amund’s mind in a strange state, almost as if drunk. He was fumbling, unco-ordinated, forgetful and would probably slur if he spoke right now.
When Amund entered him Argis attempted to mask his cry of pain but what came out was more like a strangled moan. Amund’s big hand wrapped around Argis’ own length he thought he was about to explode there and then but bit his lip and stopped himself. His cheeks were red just at the thought of finishing before his Thane.
Amund began to thrust and pump Argis at the same time. Argis was caught between a world of pain and pleasure unsure of how he should be feeling. Yet despite the pain, or because of the pain Argis found himself to be moaning and pleasure and writhing beneath his Thane.
In mere moments both men cried out and spilt their seeds.
Argis thought the feeling of his Thanes hot seed was one that was strange; different but in a way oddly comforting. His thane withdrew and they both collapsed side by side. After a moment Amund threw a few blankets over them and then fell to sleep with his arm wrapped around his housecarl’s stomach.
--- I'm pretty bad at the smutty stuff... I'll try and get better I swear.
Show No Weakness - Part 11b/?
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The two awkwardly got up and hurried into the tent sealing it shut. Now in a more enclosed setting there was no holding back. Argis was pushed roughly onto the bear pelts that lined the floor.
Amund kissed and nipped Argis’ neck as he roughly tugged at the buckles holding his greaves in place and kicked off his own shoes. Argis began to kick his own boots off and then undo the buckles of his Thanes greaves. Soon all that was between them were a pair of leather pants and some small clothes each.
Amund had no hesitation in removing the pants and underwear from his housecarl but Argis hesitated slightly before undressing his Thane. Argis readily turned onto his stomach once his thane encouraged him too.
Amund was usually more considerate but now took no time to prepare Argis. The passion induced haze left Amund’s mind in a strange state, almost as if drunk. He was fumbling, unco-ordinated, forgetful and would probably slur if he spoke right now.
When Amund entered him Argis attempted to mask his cry of pain but what came out was more like a strangled moan. Amund’s big hand wrapped around Argis’ own length he thought he was about to explode there and then but bit his lip and stopped himself. His cheeks were red just at the thought of finishing before his Thane.
Amund began to thrust and pump Argis at the same time. Argis was caught between a world of pain and pleasure unsure of how he should be feeling. Yet despite the pain, or because of the pain Argis found himself to be moaning and pleasure and writhing beneath his Thane.
In mere moments both men cried out and spilt their seeds.
Argis thought the feeling of his Thanes hot seed was one that was strange; different but in a way oddly comforting. His thane withdrew and they both collapsed side by side. After a moment Amund threw a few blankets over them and then fell to sleep with his arm wrapped around his housecarl’s stomach.
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I'm pretty bad at the smutty stuff... I'll try and get better I swear.