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Role Reversal 1.3/?

[(Anonymous)]

Leather straps snapped suddenly and Nibenor wrenched shoulder plates free before moving onto the steel chestplate. When the barricading metal was free he tossed it aside, too concerned about revealing what was underneath to notice its considerable weight. The thin layers that Farkas wore beneath his armour didn’t last long, torn away by clawing fingers. A moment later, lips and teeth were moving over the broad chest that had been exposed. Fingers pinched and twisted at hardening nipples and Farkas grunted in response, his hips arching upwards as hands flexed.

Bruise after bruise flourished on his torso as Nibenor moved downwards, the soft skin of his abdomen falling prey to those sharp white teeth. Farkas groaned, relishing Nibenor’s rough treatment. It wasn’t often he got to see this side of his little elf and it drove him mad with lust. Nibenor’s eyes, always bordering on dark brown and black, were now jet, focused on claiming and marking his torso. He watched as the skin around his navel reddened as Nibenor moved away from it, catching a glimpse of those sharp teeth again. It reminded him of the darker side of his partner’s race. The pure carnivorous nature, the cannibalism. Those teeth suddenly seemed like a sabrecat’s, perfect for tearing through thin skin.

Hands were moving at his belt he realised, undoing it with lightning speed before pushing away his pants. Undergarments were gone a second later and Nibenor settled between his legs. His movements slowed, as if the act had let him regain himself a little. His narrow chest heaved, hands stroking now instead of scratching, lips and tongue caressing hipbones, rather than marking.

Nibenor inhaled as he moved around the other man’s hips, teasing taut skin. He could smell the arousal on him. Not that he needed to smell it. The hard shaft that occasionally grazed his cheek as he moved was more than enough evidence of that. But still, the elf always liked to remember the scent of his partner. His hands traced down the firm lines of stomach muscles once more, before wrapping around Farkas’ proud display. Hands encircled his girth, jerking rapidly in a rhythm that soon had the larger man gasping and arching his back.

The Bosmer grinned devilishly, pleased with the reactions he was evoking from his partner. So often this scenario would play out the other way around and he was going to have fun with this. His own arousal strained against the leather of his armour, painfully restricted. But he wouldn’t give himself that freedom. Not yet. Not until the larger man had submitted completely.

Sweat trailed down Farkas’ toned torso, glistening in the firelight. The snow that surrounded them stood no chance of even beginning to cool things down inside the glade.

With the Nord pliant beneath him, Nibenor edged backwards, lowering his head and licking his lips. The moist head of Farkas’ erection greeted him and, taking a breath, he lowered his open mouth to it.

Farkas couldn’t restrain the groan that erupted from his throat when Nibenor engulfed his length. When the elf usually did this, it was made up of quick kisses and nips and lips. Not taking as much of his shaft in as he could in one go. The heat and wetness of that mouth, sucking determinedly now as tongue lashed against him almost viciously, had him clawing desperately at the ground beneath him. His hips bucked of their own will, pressure and heat coiling in his lower abdomen.

Pale hands gripped his hips, pushing them back to the floor with a strength that was disproportionate to their size. Those lips tightened, teeth grazing along his hard cock with just enough pressure to send a thrill down his spine. As the dark head of Nibenor bobbed back and forth, Farkas tightened a hand gripping the earth. Just as a hand reach down to clamp over his balls.
They jumped in that cool hand, fingers tracing and swirling as wet mouth continued to drag him towards his climax. When the other hand left his hips to slide backwards, up the cleft of his backside, Farkas found himself doing something he had never done before.

He begged. His voice uncharacteristically high and desperate as words tumbled out from his trembling lips.