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“Even the Dragonborn Can Bleed” Belethor/M!DB, 4b/4
Date: 2013-09-03 09:51 pm (UTC)The dragonborn pushed a thigh between the shopkeeper’s legs, applying a delicious pressure. Ardbur’s free hand grabbed Belethor’s hip, holding him still as he rocked against the other man.
Belethor let out a mumbled curse, his breath rushing from his lungs. He wanted to reach up and tug at the dragonborn’s waistband, but the Ardbur still held his wrists tightly. It was a strain to hold himself upright with the larger man’s weight pressing against him.
Ardbur’s hand left Belethor’s hip and glided around to smooth the straining muscles of the merchant’s abdomen. His fingers dipped lower, unbuckling the Belethor’s belt. With two sharp tugs, Ardbur jerked the belt free and tossed it aside.
The dragonborn’s hand returned to press against Belethor’s groin as he untied the laces to his pants. Belethor inhaled sharply as Ardbur tugged the merchant’s pants and small clothes down to his knees.
Instead of touching him, Ardbur crushed his body against Belethor’s again. Material grazed sensitive skin. The dragonborn’s own arousal was hot through the fabric of his trousers, pressing into Belethor’s stomach. “You look uncomfortable,” Ardbur murmured, his voice betraying a smile.
It took a moment for Belethor to realize which discomfort the man was speaking of. Ardbur tugged at Belethor’s bound hands, and the shopkeeper winced. Belethor’s back was aching, but he wasn’t about to complain. “You know,” Belethor managed, “I do have a bed upstairs.”
Ardbur chuckled, a vibration that passed through his chest. “Of course,” he agreed. He lifted one foot and stepped on the pants still looped around Belethor’s knees, pressing down so the other man could shake them and his shoes off.
Belethor expected the dragonborn to let his hands go, but the man had other ideas. Ardbur tugged the merchant’s twisted shirt and drew him across the room towards the stairs. He thought the dragonborn was going to make him struggle up the steps backwards. However, at the base of the staircase, Ardbur pressed the shopkeeper against the sideboards face-first and let the binding shirt fall. “You’ll be gentler,” the man said, close to Belethor’s ear. One hand reached out and bit into the merchant’s hip like a viper, provoking a grimace. “Or I won’t.”