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Forfeit II (part 13)

[(Anonymous)]

“Thank you,” Argis breathed. “I wasn’t sure how to ask, or if now was the right time.”

“I think your Khajiit friend was trying to tell you that we need to make the most of whatever time we have. It occurred to me too, when I thought we might not have any.”

Farkas kissed him. Gentle. Searching. Exploratory. Fingertips tracing his lips. Feather-light kisses on his eyelids, drawing soft moans from his partner. Nuzzling his nose into the hollow below his ear, he inhaled the newly clean, musky scent that was uniquely Argis.

Five days of stubble tickled sensitised skin, creating in Argis an acute awareness of Farkas. Farkas, who had come halfway across Skyrim to save him. Farkas, who had been willing to die to do it. Farkas, who had just promised himself in marriage. Farkas, who he would happily follow into Oblivion.

“He was right,” Argis moaned. “Love me.”

Wordlessly Farkas began to remove his armour. A slow, sensuous strip-tease that soon had Argis feeling distinctly uncomfortable in the confines of his own. Eventually, Farkas stood naked before him, Argis’ every craving and fantasy made flesh. Combined with the sheer gratitude that they were both still alive, Argis was fast losing the battle to form coherent thoughts, losing the ability to do anything but react.

When Farkas began removing Argis’ armour, lavishing attention on each uncovered body part with mouth and fingers, he found himself unable to do more than lie yielding on the rough pebble bed, accepting and responding to the veneration of his body as if it were his due. Boots and gauntlets, greaves and pauldrons, cuirass, and finally the codpiece, releasing his erection into the cold northern air.

Farkas’ body covered his, then, lust and arousal coiling and seething as cock ground against cock, and he arched up to meet him, wrapping his arms and legs around his neck and waist, opening the way, inviting him in. Farkas’ entry was gentle and slow, so controlled it left him sweating with exertion, until finally Argis was fully transfixed, urging him onward.

Farkas found his position with some short, gentle thrusts. Finding Argis’ prostate with the head of his penis had him bucking wildly, urging more, harder, more, his cries increasing in intensity, until Farkas closed his fist around Argis’ cock, pumping, tipping him over the edge of an ecstatic abyss.

Stars exploded behind his eyes as every muscle in his body seemed to clench and release simultaneously, over and over again. He felt Farkas release within him, flooding him with liquid heat, before his world went black, and he abandoned himself to rapture. Farkas collapsed on top of him, utterly spent.

The cold air brought them back to reality, sweat and semen turning clammy with the chill breeze, stirring them from their lassitude.

“Come on,” said Argis. “They’ll be wondering what we are doing.”

“Pretty sure they know what we’re doing. But you’re right, it’s going to be dark soon. Need to help make camp.”

“Just as long as they don’t make you cook...”

“Vilkas will probably volunteer. He thinks he can.”