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skyrimkinkmeme) wrote2013-07-04 01:41 pm
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Skyrim Page 5 - "NAKED! Naked naked naked "
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Forfeit II (part 6)
(Anonymous) 2014-05-23 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)“Gonna get rough. OK?” he asked.
“Do it. Need it. Fuck me.”
“Turn around.” Argis reached into his bag for the vial he now habitually carried, oiling himself, before turning his attention to Farkas. He was quick but careful, not wanting to cause pain, using his fingers to open him up. Farkas thrust back impatiently, needing Argis inside him.
He entered quickly, pausing until the pained look on Farkas’ face relaxed. “Do it,” Farkas urged. “Hard, I need it hard.”
Argis obliged, thrusting hard and fast, ecstasy coiling in his gut, exploding when Farkas convulsed around him, howling his release.
Collapsing to his knees, breathless and heaving, Argis smiled up at his lover. “You ok?”
“You have no idea how much I needed that.”
“I have an idea. I like it too. Nothing like a life-affirming fuck after nearly dying.”
Farkas extended his hand, helping Argis to his feet, and taking him into his arms. “It was wonderful. Thank you.”
“Hate to interrupt our post-coital bliss,” said Argis, “but I’m starting to feel kind of exposed here. Half a day, and we’ll be home. You able to walk straight?”
“Nope, totally bent. Burns like a bitch, but it’s a good burn.”
“I miss the burn. My turn next time.”
“Deal,” said Farkas. “Let’s get home. Have to talk to Vilkas.”
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After reporting the incident to Vilkas, Farkas found himself banned from leaving Whiterun without either Vilkas or Argis. Although he protested, once Argis pointed out that they spent all their time together anyway, his dissent lost much of its passion, and eventually they headed upstairs for dinner.
Torvar, who was as usual utterly tanked, wobbled up to them, taking the seat next to Farkas.
“I hear you killed two assassins by yourself,” he said.
Farkas choked on his drink, spluttering as he pointed at Argis.
“Oh don’t mind me.” Argis was grinning broadly. “I just bumble around behind him suffering from delusions of adequacy. I’m too busy watching his arse to watch his back. Don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he has a damned fine arse...”
Torvar looked at him blankly, and wandered off in search of more mead. Farkas, having recovered his breath, shook his head. “You really shouldn’t yank his chain like that. One day he’ll actually remember what you’ve said to him.”
“Sorry. I just can’t bring myself to like that guy. There is something about him I just don’t trust.”