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"Nothing But Trouble" M!DB/Farkas M!DB/Vilkas 6/??

[(Anonymous)]

“Are you sure?”

“You’ll stop if I ask you to. So don’t worry.” Dyce was still staring at it. “Just don’t let me come first, all right? I take it better when I’m desperate.”

“Gods,” Farkas breathed, looking a bit awestruck. Before Dyce could ask for an explanation he was on him again, his teeth at his collarbone, his huge, calloused hands tugging first at Dyce’s pants and then at his own. There was so much sheer heat radiating from him.

Dyce looked up at the glowing sky, running his fingers along old scars on Farkas’s shoulders and chest. Farkas had taken his advice seriously, for aside from one exploratory squeeze when he’d first shimmied out of his pants, the Nord didn’t touch his cock. Dyce was convinced it was going to be worth it.

Eventually Farkas gave him a breathing space and Dyce rolled over in the dirt to search through his pack.

“So you’ve never done this before?” Dyce asked.

“Not from this side,” Farkas said.

Dyce tossed him the bottle, “Then you know what to do. Give me a show, I want to see what you do when you’re by yourself.”

Farkas nodded and started spreading the oil down the length of his cock. Then he stroked back up, his balls hitching a bit higher as he pulled, squeezing the head. He exhaled, breathy and excited and Dyce scraped a tooth across his lower lip as he watched the show.

“Gods at this rate I’m going to come just watching you,” he groaned.

“Should I stop?” Farkas asked, his hand stilling.

Dyce smirked at him, “I think you should start, actually.”

He propped himself up on his elbows as Farkas went for the oil again, and draped a leg over Farkas’s shoulder. Farkas was gentle almost to a fault, and Dyce encouraged him to push harder, work his fingers in deeper. Dyce groaned and rolled his hips, and beckoned Farkas closer.

“Come on, give it a try.”

Farkas nodded, and edged forward, and Dyce took a deep breath as he felt the tip of the Nord’s cock press against him.

It stung and it felt raw, and Farkas stopped, every inch of the way, pausing to lightly touch Dyce’s cock with his fingertips, making it jump and the Breton’s breath hitch. Dyce curled his fingers into the soil from the effort of not touching himself.

“Please,” he muttered. “Fuck me, fuck me.”

Farkas halted, his jaw hanging in surprise and lust. He stroked Dyce’s chest, his neck, his face, and then bent down and kissed him. Dyce had to admit part of him was glad there wasn’t any more of Farkas to take.

“It’s amazing, it’s amazing,” Farkas assured him. “I just, I can’t-” he started moving his hips, and Dyce moved with him, teetering on the edge of coming each time the end of his cock butted against his stomach.

Farkas grunted and gasped and impossibly seemed to get bigger, and then he came, his hair brushing Dyce’s chest as he curled over him, one huge fist tangled in Dyce’s hair. He shuddered, and thrust again, and finally relaxed.

Without warning, Farkas reached down and started pumping Dyce’s cock. Dyce wasn’t expecting it and he came almost instantly, shouting loud enough that the giants probably heard him. Farkas made a ‘gnarfl!’ sound and when he raised his head, he was wearing a surprised expression and a full load of Dyce’s come on his face.

Dyce could only shake his head and wait for his breath and his voice to return. What had he expected, really?

Farkas eased himself out and crawled up alongside Dyce. “That was... thank you.” He embraced him in a grateful hug. Dyce shivered as he started to cool down.

Farkas sat up and lit a torch and they collected their gear, slowly and sleepily.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?’

“No, no you did not.”

“You know, my brother.”

“Oh, here we go again. Yes, I know your brother.”

“I think you could help him,” Farkas said seriously. “You’re a good person.”

“Help him what?”

“Take the stick out of his arse. Or something similar. He needs to unwind or somethin’. Have some fun.”

Dyce shrugged, “Well, I’m not saying that’s a bad idea, but I’m not sure he’d accept that kind of help from me.”

“He likes you,” Farkas said quietly, and refused to be drawn further on the subject. Setting up camp seemed like more work than just walking back to Whiterun, and the arrived back as the sun was rising.

Re: "Nothing But Trouble" M!DB/Farkas M!DB/Vilkas 6/??

[(Anonymous)]

About 10 minutes ago, I screamed "NEW DYCE STORY!" at my husband, who knows exactly what that means. I would not be surprised were he waiting nakedly in bed for the pounce that is no doubt about to happen, just as soon as I finish writing this comment.

Dyce should have his own personal page on the meme. Oh yes.

And now I'm wondering what exactly Dyce is going to do to Vilkas. Take the stick out of his arse... and put something else in? Oh, I do hope so!

Love,
~Martin!anon

Re: "Nothing But Trouble" M!DB/Farkas M!DB/Vilkas 6/??

[(Anonymous)]

Hahaha. That is awesome. I hope you and your husband have a great time.

And he might be...As Farkas said, Vilkas needs to learn to relax.

Re: "Nothing But Trouble" M!DB/Farkas M!DB/Vilkas 6/??

[(Anonymous)]

Aw I love how you write everyone. And I love that I can see how everything unfolds, so clearly I can even hear the silences and pauses.

And Dyce is just amazing.