“There is this custom, although not widely practiced now, where if a man was to lose in a brawl, he would submit to the winner’s will for a day.” Ulfric pressed harder against his prey. “It was also normal for that will to transfer into sex with the loser accepting his superior’s dominance, whether he had a wife or not.” He moved his hips against Tullius’s, making the other man moan. “It’s a shame you wouldn’t learn about our customs. Perhaps you could have avoided this.” He traced Tullius’s neck with his finger.
His hands found the buckles of Tullius’s armor. Unclasping them, Ulfric slowly pealed it off. Muscles still protruded through light tan skin. His eyes turned upwards toward the weathered face. Tullius gazed at him with lust washed eyes. Smiling, Ulfric took Tullius’s left nipple into his mouth sucking on it gently. He felt the other man groan and arch his back. Tullius knew he couldn’t claim any pride after letting out that groan. As he thought more of it, he could feel pleasure wash over him at being submissive. It feel nice to allow someone else be the top.

Tullius twitched as Stormcloak gave his attention to his right nipple, this time licking it with his tongue. Lifting his hands, he ran them through Ulfric’s hair. Ulfric made a noise of approvement. Placing one of his hands underneath Ulfric’s chin, Tullius pushed him closer to kiss him. Ulfric allowed it for a few seconds before pushing back down and letting a deep rumbling chuckle that sent a shiver down Tullius’s spine.

“Oh interesting this is to see the Imperial General laid onto his back and panting for me like a dog in heat.” Ulfric’s lips captured his own to make sure he did not speak. He nibbled on the bottom lip eliciting a groan from the Nord. Breaking away, he leant on his arm, panting softly. Ulfric’s fingers traced his jaw line. “Remember you’re supposed submissive to me, but I will forgive you once, and after that, there will be no warnings.”

Tullius caught his breath. “I remember.” He leant forward, his lips near other man’s ear. “But what if, Ulfric, I want you to punish me?” Ulfric smirked before responding, “Then I must give it to you.” Tullius let him push him back onto the cold hard ground. He watched eyes dilated as Ulfric removed his own clothes. His gaze roamed down Ulfric’s body and stopped at the hard arching member of his. Licking his lips, he kneeled in front of Ulfric, eyes pleading.

Ulfric gripped the back of his head and thrust slightly with his hips. The tip of Ulfric’s penis rubbed against his mouth and he took the tip into his mouth. His right hand gripped the base of the Nord’s digit. Ulfric gave out a gruff groan as Tullius bobbed his head. His grip on Tullius’s head tightens as he moves to lean back onto the railing.

Tullius gazed up to see Ulfric his head back, eyes closed and mouth opened slightly. The sight of Ulfric this way sends pleasure to Tullius’s own cock. His left hand grips it and he focuses back to Ulfric’s pleasure. He can see the man shivering in pleasure as he continues his rhythm. Tullius increases his speed and rhythm forcing Ulfric go weak at the knees.

Hands push him away and to the ground. Teeth bite into his neck and he lets out a moan. Grinding his hips against the younger man’s hips, he tests the will of the Bear of Windhelm. The biting at his neck stops, and Ulfric pushes his hips down. The cold pierces his skin and he shivers at it. Pressure at his legs causes him to see that Ulfric has his legs pinning down Tullius’s. “You really do try my patience.”

Smirking at the statement, Tullius runs his hand down to his cock and starts stroking it. “I do indeed.” A growl emits from Stormcloak who knocks his hand away. Rough hands grab his arms and pin them above him and the pressure at his legs leaves. Lips force themselves onto the Imperial’s demanding they be opened. His lips comply and Ulfric’s hands take turns wrapping his legs around Ulfric’s body.