Niruin smiled wryly, his hands still rubbing at the top of Sigurd's head as the hireling's tongue worked at him.
“Just a...just a moment...” he purred, his legs shaking as he stiffened once more. He pushed harder at Sigurd, forcing him down just far enough to evoke the reaction he needed, and the taste of seed stung at his throat once more. Fully spent at last, Niruin pried himself loose and stood, his knees still slightly wobbly as he allowed the remaining two to take their positions. Brynjolf was first, gripping Sigurd by the shoulders and pulling him up to his knees.
“Etienne wants you inside him,” he murmured, turning him around as the blonde dropped to his knees as well in front of them. “It's about time you got your turn, hm?” Sigurd nodded eagerly, leaning forward to grip the bed at either side of the newcomer. Before he could move further, he felt the leader's hands on his hips as he too positioned himself.
“You first,” Brynjolf ordered, his voice a growl in Sigurd's ear. Obedient as ever, the hireling pushed forward into Etienne, the tight feeling around his swollen, aching length almost too much to bear. In a second more, he could feel Brynjolf inside him, and the pressure at both ends had him instantly helpless. With a strangled cry, he began jerking forward, riding out his need to a receptive Etienne as Brynjolf pounded into him in turn. If there was any noise besides the shouts and moans of the three men, Sigurd couldn't hear it; hell, he could hardly hear anything in his haze. There was nothing but the feelings now, his cock deep in Etienne and Brynjolf's tip hitting nerve endings he had never felt discovered. His hands moved to the blonde's shoulders and gripped hard as his thrusts gained speed, the sensations all too much. He needed release, dammit, or he was going to--
Luckily, he didn't have to find out. One well-placed thrust from Brynjolf and a slight clenching from Etienne and he was gone, his head back on the redhead's shoulder as he screamed, spilling relentlessly into the thief below him. Finally, finally! The reward had come to him, as it always did.
As he collapsed onto Etienne's sweat-drenched back, he felt Brynjolf slowly easing his way out of him again, and sighed wearily. He felt the rumbling laughter of the blonde, and sat up again quickly, his face bright red as he freed the thief.
“I'm sorry,” he stammered quickly, allowing Etienne to turn around and pet the top of his head with a satisfied smile.
“Don't be. That was incredible,” he complimented him. He stood slowly and moved to dress himself, and Sigurd hurried to do the same as the remaining thieves returned to their own senses. Delvin clapped a hand down on the hireling's head, grinning.
“Shame you got me off before I even had a turn with ya,” he complained, his hand sliding under Sigurd's chin. “Ah, well. You did right by us, so we'll be back again. Trust me.” Sigurd glanced around at the others, nodding slowly and allowing himself a slight smile.
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Sigurd + Thieves' Guild Males: "Investing" 4/4
Date: 2012-11-25 02:31 am (UTC)“Just a...just a moment...” he purred, his legs shaking as he stiffened once more. He pushed harder at Sigurd, forcing him down just far enough to evoke the reaction he needed, and the taste of seed stung at his throat once more. Fully spent at last, Niruin pried himself loose and stood, his knees still slightly wobbly as he allowed the remaining two to take their positions. Brynjolf was first, gripping Sigurd by the shoulders and pulling him up to his knees.
“Etienne wants you inside him,” he murmured, turning him around as the blonde dropped to his knees as well in front of them. “It's about time you got your turn, hm?” Sigurd nodded eagerly, leaning forward to grip the bed at either side of the newcomer. Before he could move further, he felt the leader's hands on his hips as he too positioned himself.
“You first,” Brynjolf ordered, his voice a growl in Sigurd's ear. Obedient as ever, the hireling pushed forward into Etienne, the tight feeling around his swollen, aching length almost too much to bear. In a second more, he could feel Brynjolf inside him, and the pressure at both ends had him instantly helpless. With a strangled cry, he began jerking forward, riding out his need to a receptive Etienne as Brynjolf pounded into him in turn. If there was any noise besides the shouts and moans of the three men, Sigurd couldn't hear it; hell, he could hardly hear anything in his haze. There was nothing but the feelings now, his cock deep in Etienne and Brynjolf's tip hitting nerve endings he had never felt discovered. His hands moved to the blonde's shoulders and gripped hard as his thrusts gained speed, the sensations all too much. He needed release, dammit, or he was going to--
Luckily, he didn't have to find out. One well-placed thrust from Brynjolf and a slight clenching from Etienne and he was gone, his head back on the redhead's shoulder as he screamed, spilling relentlessly into the thief below him. Finally, finally! The reward had come to him, as it always did.
As he collapsed onto Etienne's sweat-drenched back, he felt Brynjolf slowly easing his way out of him again, and sighed wearily. He felt the rumbling laughter of the blonde, and sat up again quickly, his face bright red as he freed the thief.
“I'm sorry,” he stammered quickly, allowing Etienne to turn around and pet the top of his head with a satisfied smile.
“Don't be. That was incredible,” he complimented him. He stood slowly and moved to dress himself, and Sigurd hurried to do the same as the remaining thieves returned to their own senses. Delvin clapped a hand down on the hireling's head, grinning.
“Shame you got me off before I even had a turn with ya,” he complained, his hand sliding under Sigurd's chin. “Ah, well. You did right by us, so we'll be back again. Trust me.” Sigurd glanced around at the others, nodding slowly and allowing himself a slight smile.
It couldn't be all bad...