“I lost to Vilkas, I lost to Vilkas!” Alea roared, tossing a mead bottle at one of the training dummies.
“Cheer up Alea” Athis said, tossing the huntress another empty bottle to toss.
“WHY?!” She drunkenly wailed, tossing the bottle with enough force that it shattered on the dummy’s wooden shield.
“I’ve got nothing, but you’re causing a ruckus” Athis chuckled.
Alea stumbled over to him and jabbed a finger at him.
“You sir, are an ass” She slurred.
“And you’re a drunken lout” He retorted.
~*~
It took a few moments of fumbling on Gunnar’s part to find his little bottle of lube, as Vilkas was exceptionally against the use of the little dish of Troll Fat Gunnar had stashed away, and then the old warrior was ready to start prepping him, a lubed finger slowly rubbing against the knight’s entrance in tantalizing little circles. His other hand wrapped around Vilkas’ erect penis in a hope to make it a bit easier on the younger Nord.
“Ready for this pup?”
Vilkas swallowed and nodded, and Gunnar carefully pushed forward.
Vilkas couldn’t help but hiss from the initial penetration, after that last horrid attempt at bottoming for another man he had avoided it until now so he had tightened up a bit, and it didn’t help that Gunnar had rather thick and callused fingers. But after a few experimental trusts to loosen him up, the knight gritting his teeth from the slight burn of stretched muscles, Gunnar had found the one magical spot that had Vilkas seeing stars and moaning loudly. And after Gunnar had found it he started giving it a few jabs as he worked on loosening his little knight up.
“So, you’re not put off by my age?”
Vilkas blinked twice, trying to comprehend what the old warrior was saying when there was a hand stroking his erection and lubed finger thrusting in and out of his ass.
“N-now?!” He finally managed.
“Well, the curiosity is killing me” Gunnar purred.
Vilkas started panicking. After all they had been through, would the old warrior be able to handle the confession that Vilkas found him attractive for his fatherly traits? Would that kill the mood?
A jab to that magical spot sent his thoughts scattering and forced a rather loud and embarrassing moan from him. He could physically feel himself twitch hard in Gunnar’s hand.
“Well pup?” Gunnar pressed.
“I…” Vilkas panted.
By the Nine this man had poor timing!
“I… like that you’re older” Vilkas mumbled.
“Oh?” Gunnar grinned cheekily.
However, before Vilkas could come up with a well thought out and witty retort, the old warrior slipped a second finger besides the first. And then the only thing Vilkas could do was moan again, possibly louder than the first time, face burning. The old man began thrusting his fingers in and out steady, stopping to scissor and pull apart a bit, all loosening the knight up more and more.
If the old man kept going like that, he was gonna
Gunnar pressed down hard on that spot with both fingers and Vilkas gave a shout as he came all over the old man’s hand and his stomach. The knight became a boneless mess as it all dribbled out, panting rather loudly. Damn, he came, did that mean it was over?
Apparently not as Gunnar planted another kiss on Vilkas’ panting mouth before rearranging them a bit, sitting up and pulling the knight’s thighs over his own so that the knight’s ass was pressed against his crotch.
The old warrior only gave Vilkas another heart melting kiss, strangely causing another build up of pleasure to form despite having just spent himself, before Gunnar lean back with a rather cheeky grin. And then he was gently pressing against Vilkas’ ready entrance, the hot head lodging in the ready hole.
When they had shucked their underwear before, Vilkas had been thankful that the older man was well built but not monstrous in size. Sure, he was a bit bigger than the other men in his sex life before, but nothing that he couldn’t handle.
Gunnar gave him a wink before he pushed forward.
(A!A fell asleep on her computer last night and then woke up with some… EVIL bug, so sorry for the lateness of this!)
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Date: 2013-04-02 11:51 pm (UTC)“Cheer up Alea” Athis said, tossing the huntress another empty bottle to toss.
“WHY?!” She drunkenly wailed, tossing the bottle with enough force that it shattered on the dummy’s wooden shield.
“I’ve got nothing, but you’re causing a ruckus” Athis chuckled.
Alea stumbled over to him and jabbed a finger at him.
“You sir, are an ass” She slurred.
“And you’re a drunken lout” He retorted.
~*~
It took a few moments of fumbling on Gunnar’s part to find his little bottle of lube, as Vilkas was exceptionally against the use of the little dish of Troll Fat Gunnar had stashed away, and then the old warrior was ready to start prepping him, a lubed finger slowly rubbing against the knight’s entrance in tantalizing little circles. His other hand wrapped around Vilkas’ erect penis in a hope to make it a bit easier on the younger Nord.
“Ready for this pup?”
Vilkas swallowed and nodded, and Gunnar carefully pushed forward.
Vilkas couldn’t help but hiss from the initial penetration, after that last horrid attempt at bottoming for another man he had avoided it until now so he had tightened up a bit, and it didn’t help that Gunnar had rather thick and callused fingers. But after a few experimental trusts to loosen him up, the knight gritting his teeth from the slight burn of stretched muscles, Gunnar had found the one magical spot that had Vilkas seeing stars and moaning loudly. And after Gunnar had found it he started giving it a few jabs as he worked on loosening his little knight up.
“So, you’re not put off by my age?”
Vilkas blinked twice, trying to comprehend what the old warrior was saying when there was a hand stroking his erection and lubed finger thrusting in and out of his ass.
“N-now?!” He finally managed.
“Well, the curiosity is killing me” Gunnar purred.
Vilkas started panicking. After all they had been through, would the old warrior be able to handle the confession that Vilkas found him attractive for his fatherly traits? Would that kill the mood?
A jab to that magical spot sent his thoughts scattering and forced a rather loud and embarrassing moan from him. He could physically feel himself twitch hard in Gunnar’s hand.
“Well pup?” Gunnar pressed.
“I…” Vilkas panted.
By the Nine this man had poor timing!
“I… like that you’re older” Vilkas mumbled.
“Oh?” Gunnar grinned cheekily.
However, before Vilkas could come up with a well thought out and witty retort, the old warrior slipped a second finger besides the first. And then the only thing Vilkas could do was moan again, possibly louder than the first time, face burning. The old man began thrusting his fingers in and out steady, stopping to scissor and pull apart a bit, all loosening the knight up more and more.
If the old man kept going like that, he was gonna
Gunnar pressed down hard on that spot with both fingers and Vilkas gave a shout as he came all over the old man’s hand and his stomach. The knight became a boneless mess as it all dribbled out, panting rather loudly. Damn, he came, did that mean it was over?
Apparently not as Gunnar planted another kiss on Vilkas’ panting mouth before rearranging them a bit, sitting up and pulling the knight’s thighs over his own so that the knight’s ass was pressed against his crotch.
The old warrior only gave Vilkas another heart melting kiss, strangely causing another build up of pleasure to form despite having just spent himself, before Gunnar lean back with a rather cheeky grin. And then he was gently pressing against Vilkas’ ready entrance, the hot head lodging in the ready hole.
When they had shucked their underwear before, Vilkas had been thankful that the older man was well built but not monstrous in size. Sure, he was a bit bigger than the other men in his sex life before, but nothing that he couldn’t handle.
Gunnar gave him a wink before he pushed forward.
(A!A fell asleep on her computer last night and then woke up with some… EVIL bug, so sorry for the lateness of this!)