When he could no longer breathe, the shopkeeper pushed the dragonborn away. The man was slow to oblige, releasing them both and rolling onto his back. His eyes narrowed with warning.
Ardbur didn’t have to worry. Belethor wanted to sate the need he’d seen in the other man’s gaze, to bring him to the crest of pleasure. He wanted to prove the dragonborn was a man like any other, and an equal on this bed.
He reached out for Ardbur’s swollen length. Ardbur watched with lidded eyes as Belethor sprawled across his thighs and brought his face near. His tongue glided over the head, swirling teasingly. Then Belethor took the other man into his mouth, his hands continuing to stroke him and kneed the muscles of his thighs.
As Belethor worked out what the other man liked, Ardbur’s breaths turned into pants. The dragonborn tossed his head back, emitting a low groan. Belethor’s hand brushed over the tense body beneath him, fingernails leaving reddened trails. Sweat glistened on Ardbur’s chest, dripping down his belly to pool at his navel. His hips twitched, thrusting himself into the warm, wet heat of Belethor’s mouth.
Belethor’s own need grew as he watched the defenses of the dragonborn collapsing one by one. He relished in the feeling of Arbur’s muscles clenching and releasing beneath him. Belethor moaned and rutted against the sheets, his own desires threatening to get the better of him.
The dragonborn’s movements grew more frantic. Ardbur gasped and shoved a hand into Belethor’s hair, dragging several strands free of its leather queue. The man’s hips lifted off the bed, the muscles throughout his entire body tightening. Without another sound, the man came.
Ardbur let out a low breath and relaxed back against the bed. Smirking, Belethor licked his lips and drew away, crawling up to lay near the dragonborn. The other man panted quietly, his eyes closed, his dark hair plastered against his brow. After a moment, Ardbur said, “Don’t look so smug.”
“Wh - you’re eyes are closed!”
“I know you, Belethor.” The man’s lips twitched. “You always look smug.” He turned onto his side and rolled the merchant towards him, tucking the man’s back against his hard stomach. He buried his nose into the shopkeeper’s neck and inhaled. The man’s tongue soothed the bite he’d left there.
The dragonborn’s hand wormed underneath Belethor’s waist and clamped against his belly, pinning the shopkeeper against his chest. Ardbur’s other hand ventured over the soft curve of Belethor’s waist.
The dragonborn’s fingers explored Belethor’s body so thoroughly that the shopkeeper almost felt embarrassed. His physique couldn’t dream of comparing to that of a trained warrior’s. The dragonborn soon banished the merchant’s worries. Belethor held his breath as Ardbur’s hand drifted downward and closed around the merchant’s aching member.
Belethor was shocked that the dragonborn would think to tend to his needs as well. The surprise made the pleasure radiating through Belethor’s gut intensify, clouding his thoughts. He groaned and bucked his hips, but the pace Ardbur set was torturous. The dragonborn’s arm imprisoned Belethor against his body like an iron band, the pressure of his fingers leaving bruises.
Ardbur hooked his leg around Belethor’s knee and parted the other man’s legs. Fingers teased Belethor until he was gasping. His length throbbed and his entire body ached for the sensation of rough hands bringing him to release. He wondered if the dragonborn intended to kill him after all, in the most pleasurable way possible.
Just when Belethor thought he might die, Ardbur finally grasped him at the base and pumped hard, once, twice. A third time sent Belethor reeling over the edge, and he came with a cry.
Belethor sank back into the dragonborn’s embrace. He exhaled shakily. “That,” he said. “Well. Right.” Better he not speak anymore until he’d gathered his scattered wits.
The dragonborn chuckled softly. Against his shoulder, the shopkeeper could feel Ardbur’s lips curving into a smug grin of his own.
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“Even the Dragonborn Can Bleed” Belethor/M!DB, 4d/4
Date: 2013-09-03 09:54 pm (UTC)Ardbur didn’t have to worry. Belethor wanted to sate the need he’d seen in the other man’s gaze, to bring him to the crest of pleasure. He wanted to prove the dragonborn was a man like any other, and an equal on this bed.
He reached out for Ardbur’s swollen length. Ardbur watched with lidded eyes as Belethor sprawled across his thighs and brought his face near. His tongue glided over the head, swirling teasingly. Then Belethor took the other man into his mouth, his hands continuing to stroke him and kneed the muscles of his thighs.
As Belethor worked out what the other man liked, Ardbur’s breaths turned into pants. The dragonborn tossed his head back, emitting a low groan. Belethor’s hand brushed over the tense body beneath him, fingernails leaving reddened trails. Sweat glistened on Ardbur’s chest, dripping down his belly to pool at his navel. His hips twitched, thrusting himself into the warm, wet heat of Belethor’s mouth.
Belethor’s own need grew as he watched the defenses of the dragonborn collapsing one by one. He relished in the feeling of Arbur’s muscles clenching and releasing beneath him. Belethor moaned and rutted against the sheets, his own desires threatening to get the better of him.
The dragonborn’s movements grew more frantic. Ardbur gasped and shoved a hand into Belethor’s hair, dragging several strands free of its leather queue. The man’s hips lifted off the bed, the muscles throughout his entire body tightening. Without another sound, the man came.
Ardbur let out a low breath and relaxed back against the bed. Smirking, Belethor licked his lips and drew away, crawling up to lay near the dragonborn. The other man panted quietly, his eyes closed, his dark hair plastered against his brow. After a moment, Ardbur said, “Don’t look so smug.”
“Wh - you’re eyes are closed!”
“I know you, Belethor.” The man’s lips twitched. “You always look smug.” He turned onto his side and rolled the merchant towards him, tucking the man’s back against his hard stomach. He buried his nose into the shopkeeper’s neck and inhaled. The man’s tongue soothed the bite he’d left there.
The dragonborn’s hand wormed underneath Belethor’s waist and clamped against his belly, pinning the shopkeeper against his chest. Ardbur’s other hand ventured over the soft curve of Belethor’s waist.
The dragonborn’s fingers explored Belethor’s body so thoroughly that the shopkeeper almost felt embarrassed. His physique couldn’t dream of comparing to that of a trained warrior’s. The dragonborn soon banished the merchant’s worries. Belethor held his breath as Ardbur’s hand drifted downward and closed around the merchant’s aching member.
Belethor was shocked that the dragonborn would think to tend to his needs as well. The surprise made the pleasure radiating through Belethor’s gut intensify, clouding his thoughts. He groaned and bucked his hips, but the pace Ardbur set was torturous. The dragonborn’s arm imprisoned Belethor against his body like an iron band, the pressure of his fingers leaving bruises.
Ardbur hooked his leg around Belethor’s knee and parted the other man’s legs. Fingers teased Belethor until he was gasping. His length throbbed and his entire body ached for the sensation of rough hands bringing him to release. He wondered if the dragonborn intended to kill him after all, in the most pleasurable way possible.
Just when Belethor thought he might die, Ardbur finally grasped him at the base and pumped hard, once, twice. A third time sent Belethor reeling over the edge, and he came with a cry.
Belethor sank back into the dragonborn’s embrace. He exhaled shakily. “That,” he said. “Well. Right.” Better he not speak anymore until he’d gathered his scattered wits.
The dragonborn chuckled softly. Against his shoulder, the shopkeeper could feel Ardbur’s lips curving into a smug grin of his own.