Ghizul steps away, the dominating air of his disappearing as he claps once. “Great!” He takes the hem of his shirt and pulls it off over his head and tossing it to lay somewhere forgotten for the time being. He stops and stares at the twins, both looking dumbfounded. “Are you gonna get undressed?” his voice deepens and that smirk is back. “Or am I gonna do it for you?” Farkas practically falls to the floor, yanking off his steel boots and throwing them noisily in the corner. His armor comes clanking off next, and his undershirt and tights, and then, finally, he is left in sitting in only his smalls. Ghizul points and says, “Those too.” Farkas obediently unties the laces and tosses the meager cloth over his shoulder, he looks up at Ghizul, a smile on his face and his hands absently stroking his member as he waits. Ghizul looks at Vilkas. “Well?”
Vilkas sets his mouth in a straight line. “Look. Me and Farkas are close but-”
“That’s a damn shame.” Ghizul reaches for his shirt and starts to pull it on.
“Vilkas! Please!” Farkas fixes his brother with the most pitiful puppy dog eyes, the look on his face just short of a pout.
Vilkas makes a quiet noise in the back of his throat and reaches for the shoulder clasp on his armor. “That face doesn’t make this any better, Ice Spike.”
Ghizul smiles, watching on as Vilkas gets undressed. He removes his shirt a second time and pats the bed. “Farkas, lay here with your knees up and feet on the edge. Vilkas, come straddle him.”
Farkas obediently goes to the bed, but Vilkas hangs back for a moment. “By Hircine…” he mutters, running a hand through his dark hair, but he takes a step forward and eventually ends up straddling Farkas, their hard cocks twitching against each other.
“Great.” Ghizul says in excitement, “This is great, guys.” He moves to them, looking down at their proffered holes, he tucks a finger in each of them, earning a chorus of synchronized moans as he searches for their magic spots and finds them. He abuses the spots and then adds a second and third finger, pressing lightly against all sides of the lumps. He leans down, removing his fingers from Vilkas’ hole and replaces them with his tongue.
Vilkas gasps, instinctually rutting against Farkas’ cock. Farkas releases a gasp of his own, reaching around to hold Vilkas to him and tucking his face in the crook of the older twin’s neck and shoulder.
Ghizul switches hands and tongue, licking greedily at Farkas’ hole He sits back up, puts his three fingers back in both holes and then adds a fourth, slowly spreading and stretching the two men in preparation.
“I’ve had men before!” Vilkas growls. “Farkas too, so there’s no need to be so thorough.”
Ghizul shrugs, removes his fingers, and lines his cocks up with their respective holes. Farkas whines, Vilkas releases a shuddering breath in anticipation and then Ghizul gives a great thrust and he is in to the hilt, sac slapping against Farkas’ ass as he moves in and out. The Orc groans, leans over them and thrusts harder. The motion sends Vilkas rocking back and forth, his cock sliding against Farkas’. He groans, buries his head in Farkas’ neck and cries out as Ghizul gives a particularly hard thrust.
“I’m jealous of you guys.” Ghizul pants, sweat pouring down his face as he pumps diligently into the twins’ insides. “By the gods, I want something in my ass.”
It’s insane. Vilkas thinks, This is absolutely insane! He’s being driven crazy by the feeling of a whelp filling him from behind, by the feeling of Farkas’ thick, throbbing cock pressing against his own. He raises his hands, tightens them in Farkas’ hair – who cries out as Vilkas tugs hard – and plants his mouth on his brother’s. Farkas moans into the kiss, scrapes his nails down Vilkas’ back. Vilkas gives a sharp gasp and a curse, breaking the kiss, as Ghizul bites his shoulder blade. Vilkas looks down at his cock pressed tightly against Farkas’, he licks his lips nervously. He’s already kissed his brother, their cocks are already twitching and throbbing against the other, a little bit of rutting wouldn’t hurt, would it?
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A First Time for Everything [3/3]
Date: 2014-11-10 03:58 am (UTC)Vilkas sets his mouth in a straight line. “Look. Me and Farkas are close but-”
“That’s a damn shame.” Ghizul reaches for his shirt and starts to pull it on.
“Vilkas! Please!” Farkas fixes his brother with the most pitiful puppy dog eyes, the look on his face just short of a pout.
Vilkas makes a quiet noise in the back of his throat and reaches for the shoulder clasp on his armor. “That face doesn’t make this any better, Ice Spike.”
Ghizul smiles, watching on as Vilkas gets undressed. He removes his shirt a second time and pats the bed. “Farkas, lay here with your knees up and feet on the edge. Vilkas, come straddle him.”
Farkas obediently goes to the bed, but Vilkas hangs back for a moment. “By Hircine…” he mutters, running a hand through his dark hair, but he takes a step forward and eventually ends up straddling Farkas, their hard cocks twitching against each other.
“Great.” Ghizul says in excitement, “This is great, guys.” He moves to them, looking down at their proffered holes, he tucks a finger in each of them, earning a chorus of synchronized moans as he searches for their magic spots and finds them. He abuses the spots and then adds a second and third finger, pressing lightly against all sides of the lumps. He leans down, removing his fingers from Vilkas’ hole and replaces them with his tongue.
Vilkas gasps, instinctually rutting against Farkas’ cock. Farkas releases a gasp of his own, reaching around to hold Vilkas to him and tucking his face in the crook of the older twin’s neck and shoulder.
Ghizul switches hands and tongue, licking greedily at Farkas’ hole He sits back up, puts his three fingers back in both holes and then adds a fourth, slowly spreading and stretching the two men in preparation.
“I’ve had men before!” Vilkas growls. “Farkas too, so there’s no need to be so thorough.”
Ghizul shrugs, removes his fingers, and lines his cocks up with their respective holes. Farkas whines, Vilkas releases a shuddering breath in anticipation and then Ghizul gives a great thrust and he is in to the hilt, sac slapping against Farkas’ ass as he moves in and out. The Orc groans, leans over them and thrusts harder. The motion sends Vilkas rocking back and forth, his cock sliding against Farkas’. He groans, buries his head in Farkas’ neck and cries out as Ghizul gives a particularly hard thrust.
“I’m jealous of you guys.” Ghizul pants, sweat pouring down his face as he pumps diligently into the twins’ insides. “By the gods, I want something in my ass.”
It’s insane. Vilkas thinks, This is absolutely insane! He’s being driven crazy by the feeling of a whelp filling him from behind, by the feeling of Farkas’ thick, throbbing cock pressing against his own. He raises his hands, tightens them in Farkas’ hair – who cries out as Vilkas tugs hard – and plants his mouth on his brother’s. Farkas moans into the kiss, scrapes his nails down Vilkas’ back. Vilkas gives a sharp gasp and a curse, breaking the kiss, as Ghizul bites his shoulder blade. Vilkas looks down at his cock pressed tightly against Farkas’, he licks his lips nervously. He’s already kissed his brother, their cocks are already twitching and throbbing against the other, a little bit of rutting wouldn’t hurt, would it?