Enthir groaned loudly as he pushed his way inside Onmund, and gripped the Nord’s broad hips to steady himself. It really had been far too long.
“Damn it,” he grunted, raising his hands again. “I need to cast Muffle for you.” He cast the spell behind him, ensuring that the doorway was muted to anybody who slept nearby, and immediately returned to the task at hand. It had been a good decision, too; it wasn’t long before the room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and Onmund’s delighted screaming.
“Gods, you’re good!” he said loudly, shoving himself back against the elf. Enthir moaned in response, throwing his head back and gaining speed as he introduced his new lover to every spot he didn’t know existed. He had been the first a few times in his day, for men and women alike, but he had forgotten how exciting it was to hear an inexperienced lover shriek every time they were aroused in a new way.
“Onmund!” he groaned despite his best efforts, thrusting harder. Onmund moaned appreciatively, trying to muffle himself with the pillow below. Enthir smirked, reaching around to grab the Nord’s neglected cock and stroking him quickly. His lover pushed back against the cock inside him, burying it deeper, and the elf jerked forward enthusiastically in response.
“I wish I had come here much sooner,” Onmund purred, leaning back and letting his elven lover take the lead again. Enthir obliged him eagerly, punctuating each of his words with a thrust.
“You’ll need to come here more often. Literally,” he added, gritting his teeth as his cock throbbed with the need for release.
Onmund was the first to finish, however, screaming desperately as he gripped the blankets. In any other case, Enthir would be slightly annoyed that he had spilled all over his bed—after all, he’d be the one cleaning that up once he had left. But the feeling of the Nord tightening around him pushed him closer to his own orgasm.
“Fuck!” he groaned, digging his fingernails into the soft hips underneath him as he grew tense. Personally, he wished he had been able to enjoy his customer longer, but he soon forgot about his worries, and the only thing on his mind was the way he felt as he came inside the Nord’s tight, sensitive ass.
Once he had regained his breath, Onmund rose to his feet, searching the floor for his robes. Enthir remained nude on the bed, his arms behind his head as he watched the Nord.
“I say you’ve earned those hearts,” he remarked. “I’ll have them for you in less than a week.” Onmund smiled appreciatively, tightening his robes at the shoulders and heading for the door.
“Thank you, Enthir. You’ve certainly made a regular customer out of me,” he teased, before departing for the stairs. Enthir watched him go, more than satisfied with the trade.
He could only hope the Nord’s comment had been serious.
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Enthir/Onmund: "Something of Mine" 3/3
Date: 2015-07-11 04:33 pm (UTC)“Damn it,” he grunted, raising his hands again. “I need to cast Muffle for you.” He cast the spell behind him, ensuring that the doorway was muted to anybody who slept nearby, and immediately returned to the task at hand. It had been a good decision, too; it wasn’t long before the room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and Onmund’s delighted screaming.
“Gods, you’re good!” he said loudly, shoving himself back against the elf. Enthir moaned in response, throwing his head back and gaining speed as he introduced his new lover to every spot he didn’t know existed. He had been the first a few times in his day, for men and women alike, but he had forgotten how exciting it was to hear an inexperienced lover shriek every time they were aroused in a new way.
“Onmund!” he groaned despite his best efforts, thrusting harder. Onmund moaned appreciatively, trying to muffle himself with the pillow below. Enthir smirked, reaching around to grab the Nord’s neglected cock and stroking him quickly. His lover pushed back against the cock inside him, burying it deeper, and the elf jerked forward enthusiastically in response.
“I wish I had come here much sooner,” Onmund purred, leaning back and letting his elven lover take the lead again. Enthir obliged him eagerly, punctuating each of his words with a thrust.
“You’ll need to come here more often. Literally,” he added, gritting his teeth as his cock throbbed with the need for release.
Onmund was the first to finish, however, screaming desperately as he gripped the blankets. In any other case, Enthir would be slightly annoyed that he had spilled all over his bed—after all, he’d be the one cleaning that up once he had left. But the feeling of the Nord tightening around him pushed him closer to his own orgasm.
“Fuck!” he groaned, digging his fingernails into the soft hips underneath him as he grew tense. Personally, he wished he had been able to enjoy his customer longer, but he soon forgot about his worries, and the only thing on his mind was the way he felt as he came inside the Nord’s tight, sensitive ass.
Once he had regained his breath, Onmund rose to his feet, searching the floor for his robes. Enthir remained nude on the bed, his arms behind his head as he watched the Nord.
“I say you’ve earned those hearts,” he remarked. “I’ll have them for you in less than a week.” Onmund smiled appreciatively, tightening his robes at the shoulders and heading for the door.
“Thank you, Enthir. You’ve certainly made a regular customer out of me,” he teased, before departing for the stairs. Enthir watched him go, more than satisfied with the trade.
He could only hope the Nord’s comment had been serious.