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Ancient Nord Customs. (2/?)
Date: 2013-08-20 12:40 am (UTC)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.
OP Re: Ancient Nord Customs. (2/?)
Date: 2013-08-23 12:50 am (UTC)Re: OP Re: Ancient Nord Customs. (2/?)
Date: 2013-08-23 02:38 pm (UTC)Re: Ancient Nord Customs. (2/?), A!Anon
Date: 2013-09-01 08:55 pm (UTC)Re: Ancient Nord Customs. (3/?)
Date: 2013-09-02 09:15 pm (UTC)The two break for air from the kiss and Ulfric looks at him, lust evident in his eyes. Tullius grinds against Ulfric whom growls in response. The hand that rested at his hip gilds to near his ass. The Imperial grits his teeth as the Nord teases him. “Ulfric, please.” He doesn’t know where the plea comes from but it pleases Ulfric who teases and tests his hole’s entrance. He presses his bottom into Ulfric’s hand.
“Not yet, my little General.” A growl emits from his throat at the response. Ulfric chuckles before placing his forehead onto Tullius’s. “If I am to take you, we must have some type of lubricant or the penetration will hurt.” Tullius let out of a sigh of exasperation causing Ulfric chuckled gently. “Lucky for you, quite a bit of snow has fallen. Unlucky for you, it is not the best, but it shall have to do.”
Releasing the General’s hands, the rebellion leader scooped snow into his hand, and crushed it over his middle finger. He slid his finger into Tullius and watched as the General flinched, something Ulfric found he liked. Pulling it out, he crushed more snow on it and slid the finger back in. Tullius gave a slightly more favored reaction to the penetration. Moving his finger back and forth, he watched with pleasure as Tullius let out a gruff groan.
Speeding up, Ulfric leaned down to bite the General’s neck. He could feel Tullius arch into him, wanting more. Giving into the man’s demands, he nibbled on his neck, forcing another moan from Tullius. He kept this rhythm for some time before pulling back. He lubed a second finger and pushed it in, and Tullius arching into the second finger shot pleasure into his groin.
It isn’t long before Ulfric repeat a familiar ritual with the third and last finger. He can feel himself growing impatient as he continues his rhythm. Pulling out his fingers, and enjoying the sound of loss Tullius makes, he teases his entrance with dick. Tullius shivers in pleasure at his touch or of the cold.
Pushing in slowly, Ulfric revels in the loud moan Tullius makes. Tullius’s arms snake around his muscular body, holding on to him. Placing his forehead on the General’s shoulder, he thrusts once. Tullius’s grip on him tightens. He sees it as a signal to keep going, and he does.
Heat warms the both of them as they fuck on the cold ground. Both captured with the other, their soft kisses now turning into rough kisses. Pleasure encompasses the two and Ulfric thrusts harder. Tullius moans and arches into him, enjoying the rough thrusts. Ulfric holds himself up with his left hand, and takes a hold of Tullius’s cock and pumps it. A whimper comes from said man.
Ulfric can feel himself and the General ready to come. He roughly takes a hold of Tullius’s lips as he pumps his cock faster. Twitches appear here and there as Tullius grows closer his orgasm. A few more pumps and thrusts and he will undo the Imperial General. He grins at the thought of Tullius undone.
He thrusts and pumps faster, eager to see Tullius come. He can feel Tullius’s walls clenched tight against and him and his dick growing slicker. It isn’t long before Tullius lets out a loud moan as he comes. Ulfric licks the bits of seed spilt onto Tullius’s stomach, enjoying the feeling of the older man’s walls clenching against him. As Tullius comes down from his orgasm, the younger man thrusts a few more times before spilling inside him and groaning into his shoulder and neck.
Re: Ancient Nord Customs. (4/4)
Date: 2013-10-10 05:54 pm (UTC)As he buckles the last of his armor, Tullius feels hands grab his arms and pull him around. Those same arms push him into another rough kiss. Tullius allows the kiss start and end enjoying the feeling of Ulfric’s lips soft against his once more. They break for air and Ulfric stares at him unflinchingly. Tullius raises an eyebrow at the Nord. “When this war is over, I may keep you as a pet, my little General.”
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Sorry about the wait on this last part, I couldn't find the want to write or even play Skyrim for inspiration. Please forgive me Anons.