Anonymous6: Jotunn awoke in a cold sweat - Yet not necessarily an unpleasant one. The Vvardenfell heat was beginning to get to him. The Nord's chest rose and fell as though he were still asleep, a uniform, heavy pattern of breathing, the sheets strewn loosely over his naked body.
In the dim light, he heard movement, perhaps a slither, and suddenly the shadow was there, over him. Even in the dark, he saw what little light there was flash off the steel steadily making its way towards him - His hand darted out, his heart quickening as he saw it, desperately kicking the sheets away in an attempt to afford himself more movement. As his eyes adjusted, he recognised Sleeps-With-Knives bearing over him, feeling the smooth scales as he clasped the Argonian's wrist. There was only that moment of recognition before he tumbled, the younger man dragging him from the bed, wrestling with him for control of the blade. The breath was knocked from him as he slammed to the floor, his heart now racing. Trying to pin the lizard man down, he quickly found himself on top of him, only to be kicked away by a shockingly powerful, scaled leg, staggering to his feet only to stumble into the table, knocking pots and bottles from it with a heavy clatter. His eyes met the Argonian's as Sleeps-With-Knives charged him once more, the knife reaching out, only to be roughly grabbed again by Jotunn. Quickly, he twisted the arm away as Sleeps-With-Knives dives up onto the table, standing over him, the two stopping there, exhausted even from that short fight.
Both of them, breathing heavily, stopped struggling, their heads resting together lightly. Their eyes met, and in the moment the young Nord couldn't help but laugh quietly, grinning upwards. He heard the familiar rattle of the Argonian's voice, barely a whisper.
"Let... Let go of me, red-eyes."
He responded just as quietly in his soft Nordic brogue, noticing for the first time that his companion was nude.
"No. Not until you drop that knife... You thought you were going to steal away with the loot, didn't you?"
His hand found the Argonian's leg, rubbing the back of his thigh softly. The Nord couldn't help but feel himself slowly harden as their clotheless bodies brushed together, quickly making him uncomfortably rigid below his fellow adventurer.
There was a pause as Sleeps-With-Knives thought, quietly, looking almost ashamed.
"I couldn't have done it, Jo."
"I know you couldn't." Jotunn responded almost silently, the noise of the desert sands outside the only sound other than someone else in the camp moving in their sleep. Thankfully, the scrap hadn't woken anyone. Jotunn was unsure of what to say, seeing his lover attack him like this, but he did know that the Argonian would never succumb to his greed. With a smile and a quiet sigh, he nodded, pressing a kiss to the thief's cheek.
"I love you." He whispered, hearing Sleeps-With-Knives respond likewise as he lowered himself onto Jotunn's manhood, the Nord giving a quiet grunt of pleasure as he felt himself piercing soft flesh, their two bodies moving together, heavy breathing and meaningful kisses as the knife clattered to the floor...
Anonymous9: Well Argonian's name is Djai and Nord's is Eirik.It's written in the creator's gallery.But I still love you <3
http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/824608/
He's all, "I'm gonna stab yous while ya sleep!"
and the human is like "Nuh-uh, I'm gonna stab YOU! :3"
It hasn't worked so far-- I'll keep trying.
In the dim light, he heard movement, perhaps a slither, and suddenly the shadow was there, over him. Even in the dark, he saw what little light there was flash off the steel steadily making its way towards him - His hand darted out, his heart quickening as he saw it, desperately kicking the sheets away in an attempt to afford himself more movement. As his eyes adjusted, he recognised Sleeps-With-Knives bearing over him, feeling the smooth scales as he clasped the Argonian's wrist. There was only that moment of recognition before he tumbled, the younger man dragging him from the bed, wrestling with him for control of the blade. The breath was knocked from him as he slammed to the floor, his heart now racing. Trying to pin the lizard man down, he quickly found himself on top of him, only to be kicked away by a shockingly powerful, scaled leg, staggering to his feet only to stumble into the table, knocking pots and bottles from it with a heavy clatter. His eyes met the Argonian's as Sleeps-With-Knives charged him once more, the knife reaching out, only to be roughly grabbed again by Jotunn. Quickly, he twisted the arm away as Sleeps-With-Knives dives up onto the table, standing over him, the two stopping there, exhausted even from that short fight.
Both of them, breathing heavily, stopped struggling, their heads resting together lightly. Their eyes met, and in the moment the young Nord couldn't help but laugh quietly, grinning upwards. He heard the familiar rattle of the Argonian's voice, barely a whisper.
"Let... Let go of me, red-eyes."
He responded just as quietly in his soft Nordic brogue, noticing for the first time that his companion was nude.
"No. Not until you drop that knife... You thought you were going to steal away with the loot, didn't you?"
His hand found the Argonian's leg, rubbing the back of his thigh softly. The Nord couldn't help but feel himself slowly harden as their clotheless bodies brushed together, quickly making him uncomfortably rigid below his fellow adventurer.
There was a pause as Sleeps-With-Knives thought, quietly, looking almost ashamed.
"I couldn't have done it, Jo."
"I know you couldn't." Jotunn responded almost silently, the noise of the desert sands outside the only sound other than someone else in the camp moving in their sleep. Thankfully, the scrap hadn't woken anyone. Jotunn was unsure of what to say, seeing his lover attack him like this, but he did know that the Argonian would never succumb to his greed. With a smile and a quiet sigh, he nodded, pressing a kiss to the thief's cheek.
"I love you." He whispered, hearing Sleeps-With-Knives respond likewise as he lowered himself onto Jotunn's manhood, the Nord giving a quiet grunt of pleasure as he felt himself piercing soft flesh, their two bodies moving together, heavy breathing and meaningful kisses as the knife clattered to the floor...
Especially you, Anon6.
http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/824608/
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