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Role Reversal 1.2

[(Anonymous)]

There had never been much question of who topped when it came to the bedroom, Farkas’ size and more dominant nature winning that contest before it had even arisen. And they both loved it that way, no complaints. But the concept of lying beneath Nibenor, letting the elf dominate him for once, was interesting. It’d been on his mind for a while now. Though their sexual encounters were never dull, he wouldn’t mind mixing things up a bit. And this seemed to be the perfect opportunity to get the elf to do some of the work, for once. Besides, Nib’s dragon could do with the chance to dominate something for a change. It’d spent far too long lying dormant inside him since the death of Alduin.

Feeling the elf shiver, he shifted, tightening his arms around the smaller man. Not exactly the way he wanted to start this, letting the other man play at being protected from the elements by him, but Farkas bet he could turn that around. Somehow.

Eager to get started he pulled the elf up against him so they were at eye level. Nib glanced at him, questioning, before letting his eyes fall shut as Farkas’ lips grazed his long ear. Farkas hummed, feeling the smooth skin beneath his lips, finding the pointed tip of Nib’s ear and nibbling it gently. There was something about Nib’s ears that was oddly sensitive. A fact that Farkas didn’t understand in the slightest, but found most useful. They were also the part of him that felt the cold most acutely, so they were always a good place to start.

Nibenor squeaked appreciatively in response and Farkas smiled to himself. His hands roamed freely, rubbing heat into the Bosmer’s exposed skin, drawing a quiet purr from him. It took a moment for the elf to respond, but when he did, lips crushed against the Nord’s, slim fingers gripping at thick upper arms. Farkas wasn’t sure if that was a pleasure seeking move, or a heat seeking move, but he appreciated it nevertheless. It was exactly the kind of thing he was looking for from his partner.

With the Dragonborn’s thin lips pressed against his own, Farkas moaned in response, a quiet sound that rumbled in his throat. Submissive he hoped. It seemed to have worked, for the elf pulled away, an eyebrow lifted in curiosity. His hands lifted to steel plated shoulders, pushing at them experimentally and Farkas allowed himself to fall back, leaving Nibenor on top of him.
Something shifted in Nibenor’s dark eyes, their perpetual quietness fading. Farkas would swear later that what he saw was the dragon in Nibenor’s soul waking. For now, all he saw was his elf clambering on top of him. Lips roughly pressed into his again, a hand curling in his hair as the other gripped at a bicep once more.

So small were Nibenor’s hands that they didn’t even encircle half of Farkas’ thick arms. Not that that dissuaded him any. He settled for pressing himself closer to the hot body below him, nipping at Farkas’ lips roughly, wrenching his head back to bite along his jawline. Dark bruises flourished in their wake as he moved down the Nord’s stubbled neck. He wasn’t sure where the impetus to act in such a way had come from. Normally, he was happy to let Farkas’ superior bulk dictate the flow of their relations. But the noise he had made, the way he had submitted, to just the simplest of challenges...it had awoken something now. Inside, his sleeping dragon woke with a roar, bursting through the layers of his own soul to make his presence known. And it wanted to let Farkas know it was awake too.

Heat roiled in Nibenor’s stomach as he moved downwards, teeth marking pale skin as nails raked over Farkas’ bare arms, leaving raised red lines to mark their passage. The need to dominate was blurring his mind, the concept that, despite his size, he could do damage to the man, forgotten. Hands fumbled at buckles and straps now. He wanted the other man naked beneath him, writhing, squirming, begging for him. He wanted to see sweat trailing down his broad body, to see his hard cock leaking precum at thought of being taken by him.