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Forfeit II (part 3)
Date: 2014-05-21 10:11 pm (UTC)Sliding down between Farkas’ legs, he positioned himself to devote attention to his cock. Farkas’ erect penis was a thing of beauty, granite-hard and veiny, twitching even as he breathed on it, and weeping shining pearls of pre-cum. Bowing his head, he licked them off slowly, watching Farkas’ face as he tasted him for the first time, watching him as he crossed the fine line between ecstasy and torment.
Farkas, who had remained almost silent until now, groaned. “Please, Argis. Please…”
He leaned forward, enclosing Farkas’ shaft in his fist, pumping gently. Taking the head into his mouth, he flicked in and out of the slit with his tongue, while grazing the ridge with his teeth. Farkas’ hips began to buck uncontrollably beneath him, and Argis could see his fingers gripping the furs. His knuckles were white, as he fought the urge to grab Argis’ head.
Releasing the shaft, Argis opened his throat, taking him in as far as he could go. He cupped Farkas’ balls, rolling them in his palm, as he used his thumb to massage the base of the shaft next to his scrotum. He felt Farkas’ balls tighten, as he arched up, pulse after pulse pumping deep into his mouth and throat.
“Fuck. Oh fuck...love you...” Farkas howled as his orgasm was torn from him, shuddering and convulsing until he finally collapsed down onto the furs in a languid puddle. Argis crawled up next to him, offering a kiss, sharing the taste of him, before taking him in his arms to keep the demons at bay.
“That was...I can’t begin to describe it. I feel like I could fly.”
Argis smiled, gratified. “Forgive me for not letting you test that theory yet. Don’t really feel like mopping up bits of my beloved from under the balcony at Dragonsreach.”
“What do you mean by ‘yet’...?”
“Well, maybe in a month, when we’re arguing like fishwives over pottery patterns and curtains...”
Farkas laughed. “Nice to see you hold such hope for our relationship.”
Argis jabbed him in the ribs, finding a ticklish spot. “One of us has to be realistic. We can’t both be romantics who think they can fly.” As was his wont, Argis’ mood switched from joking to serious in an instant. “Sorry lover, you’re stuck with me now. I go where you go.”
“So it’s like feeding a stray dog...can’t get rid of you.”
“Yeah,” Argis grinned. “Just like that.”
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a/n: it just occurred to me that this reads like the end of the story--it's not, there is more to come. :)