Not even Gunnar’s through preparations could have prepared Vilkas for the initial burn of the first few inches. Then again nothing could prepare him for the breathless feeling brought by the mixed pleasure/pain.
He felt so full and he could feel the heat of those couple inches, but at the same time he could feel the stinging burn of his muscles being stretched further then they were used to. And with the way the old man was kissing at his neck, brushing his rough hands over his chest and occasionally plucking at his peaked nipples, the pain mixed beautifully with the pleasure.
“So” Gunnar growled “You like older men eh?”
“Really?! Now?!” Vilkas panted.
Gunnar only grinned before bucking his hips forward, driving another inch or so into Vilkas’s hot depths.
“Like I said, the curiosity is killing me”
Still trying to regain his breath from the mere feeling of the man inside him, Vilkas had to take a moment to clear his mind enough to form an answer.
“Yes”
Gunnar grinned before bucking his hips again, full sheathing himself in the knight who grunted from the fullness. The old warrior let out an appreciative groan from the tight heat around him, squeezing him beautifully.
The old warrior let the knight take a few moments to adjust to him, letting his worn hands roam freely over the knight’s sweaty and heaving chest. His calloused fingertips traced every abdominal muscle each time each drawn in breathes deeply etched them into Vilkas’ muscular chest. He playfully plucked at the knight’s peaked points, each tug making Vilkas gasp and moan. He kneaded Vilkas’ heaving pectorals and then leaned forward to peck at the knight’s bobbing throat.
Finally ready, Vilkas writhed a bit, wiggling his hips in what he hoped would be an enticing manner that told the old man that he was ready for something more. And the old man obliged, pulling back a bit and then thrusting forward again, brushing that sweet spot and making Vilkas gasp.
“You know, a lot of people tell me that I remind them of their father” Gunnar grinned, pulling back only to thrust again.
Oh gods
“You don’t seem bothered by it” Another trust and Gunnar’s muscular hips smacked Vilkas’ ass, making the knight grunt and moan from the fullness.
“Now why’s that?”
He had to go there? Really? Now?
Another thrust forward, hips smacking his arse again only a bit harder, sent Vilkas’ thoughts scrambling. He couldn’t tell what was up or down anymore, let alone how to adequately word his fatherly kink so that Gunnar wouldn’t be put off.
“B-because”
Another thrust interrupted him and sent his thoughts scattering again. And before he could try again there was another and another, until Gunnar was pounding away at a fast and hard rhythm. Then the delicious friction of his insides being rubbed and the static sparks of his pleasure spot being struck again and again made it hard to form any thought at all other then moaning and begging for more.
“Because?” Gunnar pressed, licking his lips.
Vilkas threw him a dirty look that didn’t last long from the onslaught of pleasure.
“Because?”
The knight bit back his moans for a moment, just to shut the old man up. Dammit, if he wanted to know and ruin the mood then it was his own damn fault.
“Because… I see you” Vilkas panted.
Gunnar started thrusting harder, angling himself to hit that sweet spot more often and harder, making it really hard for the knight to finish his thought process.
“You see me as?”
A particularly hard thrust made Vilkas moan loud and long.
“Well pup?”
“As… a…ah”
Shit, he was too close. One too many thrusts to that sweet spot. Vilkas felt that he was going to lose it, even after coming once already. Gods, if the man kept going like that
A sweet and tender hand cupped his cheek and gently turned Vilkas to face the old man.
“Can’t quite hear you son, speak up” Gunnar grinned.
And that did it, hearing the old man call him son did it for Vilkas. He couldn’t hold it in any longer. He felt himself twitch once and then felt the hot spray of his own cum on his stomach
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Date: 2013-04-03 01:42 am (UTC)He felt so full and he could feel the heat of those couple inches, but at the same time he could feel the stinging burn of his muscles being stretched further then they were used to. And with the way the old man was kissing at his neck, brushing his rough hands over his chest and occasionally plucking at his peaked nipples, the pain mixed beautifully with the pleasure.
“So” Gunnar growled “You like older men eh?”
“Really?! Now?!” Vilkas panted.
Gunnar only grinned before bucking his hips forward, driving another inch or so into Vilkas’s hot depths.
“Like I said, the curiosity is killing me”
Still trying to regain his breath from the mere feeling of the man inside him, Vilkas had to take a moment to clear his mind enough to form an answer.
“Yes”
Gunnar grinned before bucking his hips again, full sheathing himself in the knight who grunted from the fullness. The old warrior let out an appreciative groan from the tight heat around him, squeezing him beautifully.
The old warrior let the knight take a few moments to adjust to him, letting his worn hands roam freely over the knight’s sweaty and heaving chest. His calloused fingertips traced every abdominal muscle each time each drawn in breathes deeply etched them into Vilkas’ muscular chest. He playfully plucked at the knight’s peaked points, each tug making Vilkas gasp and moan. He kneaded Vilkas’ heaving pectorals and then leaned forward to peck at the knight’s bobbing throat.
Finally ready, Vilkas writhed a bit, wiggling his hips in what he hoped would be an enticing manner that told the old man that he was ready for something more. And the old man obliged, pulling back a bit and then thrusting forward again, brushing that sweet spot and making Vilkas gasp.
“You know, a lot of people tell me that I remind them of their father” Gunnar grinned, pulling back only to thrust again.
Oh gods
“You don’t seem bothered by it” Another trust and Gunnar’s muscular hips smacked Vilkas’ ass, making the knight grunt and moan from the fullness.
“Now why’s that?”
He had to go there? Really? Now?
Another thrust forward, hips smacking his arse again only a bit harder, sent Vilkas’ thoughts scrambling. He couldn’t tell what was up or down anymore, let alone how to adequately word his fatherly kink so that Gunnar wouldn’t be put off.
“B-because”
Another thrust interrupted him and sent his thoughts scattering again. And before he could try again there was another and another, until Gunnar was pounding away at a fast and hard rhythm. Then the delicious friction of his insides being rubbed and the static sparks of his pleasure spot being struck again and again made it hard to form any thought at all other then moaning and begging for more.
“Because?” Gunnar pressed, licking his lips.
Vilkas threw him a dirty look that didn’t last long from the onslaught of pleasure.
“Because?”
The knight bit back his moans for a moment, just to shut the old man up. Dammit, if he wanted to know and ruin the mood then it was his own damn fault.
“Because… I see you” Vilkas panted.
Gunnar started thrusting harder, angling himself to hit that sweet spot more often and harder, making it really hard for the knight to finish his thought process.
“You see me as?”
A particularly hard thrust made Vilkas moan loud and long.
“Well pup?”
“As… a…ah”
Shit, he was too close. One too many thrusts to that sweet spot. Vilkas felt that he was going to lose it, even after coming once already. Gods, if the man kept going like that
A sweet and tender hand cupped his cheek and gently turned Vilkas to face the old man.
“Can’t quite hear you son, speak up” Gunnar grinned.
And that did it, hearing the old man call him son did it for Vilkas. He couldn’t hold it in any longer. He felt himself twitch once and then felt the hot spray of his own cum on his stomach
“FATHER!” He shouted.