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Re: 'Redemption: It's a Love Story' M!DB/Erandur 7/9

[(Anonymous)]

Dyce pulled back, suddenly wary. This was too unreal. “Erandur,” he said. “Are you sur-”

“Dyce, stop.” Erandur reached up and wrapped his fingers around Dyce’s hands. “I want you to do one last thing for me. Trust me. And yourself.”

“That’s two things,” Dyce pointed out. “I just don’t want to hurt you.”

“I know.”

Erandur released his hands and turned and walked back to his little living area. Dyce followed silently. Erandur knelt and threw some more wood on the fire, and poked it back into a blaze, chasing the chill to the corners of the room.

For all Erandur’s words, Dyce still wasn’t entirely confident, and he just waited - for Erandur to change his mind, or for something else. I’m not going to chase you, he vowed, not going to seduce.

Erandur stood next to his bed, his back to Dyce, and Dyce could hear him unbuckle his robes. And then he pushed his hood back of his head, but didn’t stop there. his collar parted and the heavy material fell from his shoulders, gathering at his elbows. Dyce could see the bumps and dips of his spine, and his shoulderblades, a suspicion of ribs.

Erandur looked over his shoulder briefly, and then turned to face Dyce.

“I wonder what you see,” he said quietly. The hair on his chest and arrowing down to his pants was thickly sprinkled with grey.

“I see you,” Dyce said.

“Do you want to touch me?” he asked.

Dyce grinned, “Well, yes. Of course. Do you want to touch me?”

Erandur gave him a slightly helpless smile, “You are so beautiful.”

Dyce took that as a yes. He was neither slow nor uncertain as for the second time here he took of his Nightingale Armour, this time without ceremony, leaving it in an untidy heap in front of Erandur’s fire - keeping it warm. Erandur sat on the bed, still half clothed, and watched him.

“Ta da,” Dyce said, spreading his hands. “Whaddaya think?”

“I think you’re very generous,” Erandur said, his gaze lingering on the planes of Dyce’s chest and stomach, and the way he held himself naked exactly the same way as he held himself clothed.

Dyce sighed, and walked over to Erandur and put a knee either side of his thighs, and sat in his lap. “I’m not doing you a favour, you know.” He ran his fingers through Erandur’s long hair, and along his ears as Erander placed his hands on Dyce’s chest. He explored gently, touching old scars with far older hands.

The end of Dyce’s cock occasionally touched Erandur’s stomach, and he could feel the elf stirring beneath him also, but he wasn’t even sure this was about that. Eventually Erandur wrapped his arms around him to feel his back and then just hold him. Dyce could feel his beard against his chest, the warmth of each breath on his stomach.

“It’s been so long since I’ve done this,” Erandur said.

“That’s okay.”

“I want.” Dyce could almost feel him bunch up his courage. “I want to feel someone inside me again.”

Dyce leaned back in surprise, looking down into Erandur’s eyes; that wasn’t what he’d expected from the old priest. His cock was far less nuanced and pressed against Erandur’s soft stomach.

“If you don’t like, I mean-”

“No no, I like. I like. I was just a bit surprised.” Dyce looked over his shoulder. “Um. Give me a second, I’ve got stuff in my pack. I’ll be right back.”

If Erandur had changed his mind in the time it had taken Dyce to hop shiveringly away from the fire and out to the entrance past the shrines to where he’d left his pack and back again, he wouldn’t have been entirely surprised. But when he hurried back to the warmth Erandur had shed his robe entirely, and was sitting on the bed in his smalls.

“Fuck it’s cold out there.” Dyce practically leapt in beside him and resisted the urge to bundle himself up in the blankets.

“It looked like it was going to snow earlier,” Erandur said.

“I’ll keep you warm,” Dyce promised, even though he’d been the one to complain. He showed Erandur the bottle he’d retrieved from his pack and Erandur nodded and handed it back to him before taking off the last of his clothes and lying back on the bed.