Sanctuary (gay) (Roadflare & DerelictionOfSanity)

[DerelictionOfSanity]

After fighting a large band of demons, two adventurers discover a safehouse in the woods where they can recover from their injuries. The cabin has been magically warded to seal out evil magic.

OOC: For the moment, this thread is closed to Roadflare and myself. If it goes well, we may be open to introducing other characters/players. Please PM one or both of us if you want to join. (Is that allright with you, RF?) I'll be posting my character sometime this evening...

 

[Roadflare]

OCC: It sounds fine to me. Here's my character. Let me know if anything needs changed or if he's acceptable.

Name: Elk
Age: 19
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 145lbs.
Eyes: Green
Hair: Straight dark brown hair, falling to his jawline
Occupation: Bard
Description: Elk is a young man with classically handsome features, a quick smile, and cunning eyes. He has a trim athletic build; agile and powerful with a narrow waist. He is clean shaven with a faint scar on the right side of his forehead.
Bio: Elk is young nobleman from one of the northern tribes. His tribe once were a great people, but their empire fell long ago, and now they live a more barbaric existence in the ruins of their civilization. The son of a great loremaster, Elk learned the tales and history of his people through song and story, becoming a bard of renown. Unlike more civilized kingdoms, bards in his tribe are warriors as well,so he was taught the ways of war, and after proving himself in single combat against a demon-blooded elk was initiated into the mysteries of bardic magic. Upon reaching the age of 18, he went out into the world to win glory, honor, and wealth.
Abilities: Elk is a skilled warrior, schooled with many weapons and styles of fighting as well as small-unit tactics. He has a great knowlege of lore and history, though most of this is from the perspective of his northern tribe. Elk has a pleasant tenor voice and can sing beautifully, in addition to playing the lute, mandolin, horn, flute, drums, and bagpipes. His magic comes through his music and his voice, allowing him to weaken his foes while strengthening himself and his allies.

 

[DerelictionOfSanity]

OOC: Your bio seems fine to me. Feel free to depart from any basic D&D lines if you desire. (I have)

OOC: Just a bit about Tyr’s magic. Most of a mage’s magic is most successful when accompanied with specific ritual phrases/gestures/diagrams and ingredients. All of these things serve to pull in power to help the spell work. If a mage is in enough of a hurry, he or she can work without any or all of these components, instead pulling all the energy from him/herself. While this has the advantage of speed, it tends to exhaust the spellcaster. It is possible for mages to die from magical overexertion in this way.

Tyr Greyfalcon
Age: 21
Eyes: Sapphire blue
Hair: Short and black.
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 180lbs
Occupation: Mage
Tyr was orphaned when a cacodemon attacked his village. A mighty wizard came forth to defend the villagers and eventually triumphed over the demon. He took Tyr and his twin sister Myrtha as his apprentices since they had no family left in the village. Both children became fond of the old fellow, who was strict and curmudgeonly, but always had the children’s best interests at heart.

Under his master’s tutelage, Tyr became extremely proficient in the enhancement and enchantment of objects as well as in protective spells. He managed to learn small amounts of healing magic and a bit of demonology, mostly of the counteractive variety. He also acquired a variety of miscellaneous spells and cantrips which fit into no particular category. Arvage, the old wizard, kept putting off a major study in anti-demonic measures until his pupils were older. However, just as the twins reached the mystic age of 21, Arvage was called away to counteract a major attack by powerful demons. It is still unclear as to what happened there and whether the old man survived. Nothing remains of the battlefield but a flat grey plain. In the most recent set of demonic attacks, Myrtha and Tyr were called forth to defend their country, serving as mage adjuncts to different regiments. Both hope for a chance to return to their Master’s books in order to deepen their knowledge of the arcane arts and to determine the possible fate of their beloved guardian. In his time with the regiment, Tyr has become minimally competent with a sword and has gotten over the worst of his struggles with the leather armor he is obliged to wear.


Plot begins:
The horde of imps had hit suddenly and with no warning. The captain had cursed and screamed at Tyr for his incompetence, not knowing that the wards had been disabled from without by the demonologist. Tyr still marveled at the gross stupidity of the Southerners. How could they be foolish enough to consort with such creatures? Unfortunately, this stupid man had had enough power at his command to turn a bunch of imps into a genuine threat to the soldiers. It proved necessary to eliminate him.

It hadn’t been easy. Tyr had been forced to use most of his energy to ward himself and Elk from the screeching, cackling, clawing little beasts. They had carved their way to the wizard and their combined magic was barely enough to allow them to take him down with their swords. This had eliminated the cohesion of the scruffy little demons as well as the threat to the large body of men (Unless under rigid magical control, imps tend to be extremely cowardly and only attack I they have the clear advantage.)

The near past:
Unfortunately, this left the two of them stranded away from the other soldiers, in the dark, surrounded by imps, not a good situation, given that Tyr had expended most of his energy already. Elk’s song brought some strength to his limbs, enough that they were able to fend off the worst of the attack, fighting back to back. He heard the other young man gasp as claws sunk into Elk’s leg and screamed in pain as the distraction allowed one of the creatures to sink its teeth into his own arm. Chanting the banishment charm left him feeling light headed and faintly nauseated. He reached out with his mind into the surrounding woods, hoping to find some stray power to call to himself; that was how he found the haven. A faint sense of purity and security permeated his brain. He yelled for Elk to follow him and moved towards it, trying to duplicate the sensation with his own powers. It worked, the imps backed off enough for the men to make their way towards a clearing not too far away. They moved in a caricature of a run, Tyr half-supporting Elk because of the leg wound. As they reached the clearing, Tyr knew they were safe. A small wooden cabin sat in the middle of the area, surrounded by a circle of pale stones carved with ancient runes. The moon shone down through the trees, illuminating the Elven characters. Even the most powerful of demons would have been hard pressed to reach them in the clearing, imps would be sealed out entirely.

They trundled their way to the cabin, ignoring the frustrated howls and chitterings of their pursuers. Tyr opened the door. The interior of the cabin was clean. The ancient elves had woven spells of preservation into their waystations. There was a pile of white blankets in one corner and a hearth on one wall. Whomever had last sought sanctuary here had thoughtfully piled some firewood nearby. Tyr breathed a sigh of relief. With wood, he would be able to boil the herbs in his pouch. He might have enough energy left to heal their wounds after all.

OOC: Feel free to take roughly the same kind of liberties with Tyr as I've taken with Elk. I'll probably wait for you before posting again...

 

[Roadflare]

Elk took a deep breath, feeling the tranquility and magic of the area. Old magic, older than his people, kept this place safe. The foul things that had pursued them could not move beyond the tree line. He grinned at Tyr, leaning away from the taller man to rest against the wall of the cabin. "Good fight." Looking out of the open door, he called, "Killing so many of you has tired my sword arm, skraelings!" "Abide a while and we'll tidy up the rest of you!"

The fiery northman limped inside, kicking the door shut behind him. He looked about the small building, nodding approvingly. "I've passed night in worse places, and in far worse company." "You fight well, Tyr." "This has been a day that will earn glory and honor for us both." He winced as he put weight on his injured leg, "Though I wish it were bought with more of their blood and less of ours."

He leaned against a wall, pulling off his simple helm and letting it tumble to the floor. He shook his head, his chestnut locks waving in the air, many of them slick with sweat. With a grunt he undid his swordbelt, letting it fall. "I think a fire is in order, and water to bathe our hurts."

 

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Tyr groaned as he attempted to flex his hurt arm. "I fight horribly, but since we survived, I shan't argue the point." He was immensely relieved that his pack of magical reagents had emerged from the fracas relatively unscathed. He reached in and pulled out some moss, clumsily formed a pad and placed it over his wound. It would slow the bleeding and help prevent the toxins of the imp's bite from taking effect. He tossed another clump to Elk, "Here, put this on your leg, given that we have some shelter, it would be wise to stop spending any more blood until I can heal these and draw out the poisons."

Fumbling with one hand, he tried to pull out the necessary ingredients for the circle of healing. The aura of the cabin would help, but even so, he would need as much power as the ritual could draw in, if he hoped to succeed.

He managed to pull out the red chalk and then shrugged the pack off and onto the floor next to Elk's feet. "Here, you've got both your hands. If you can start a fire and pull out the things I need, I'll write out the diagram and we'll be whole before we collapse. If you can grab the lead bowl, the green sand and the spice bottle with the berries that look like cat's claws, that ought to work. Oh, and take off your pants; I need to see as I heal." It wasn't very polite, but Tyr hoped that Elk would understand. He needed to get them into decent shape before he passed out. Demonic wounds were likely to fester if left untended. He crouched down and began the first elaborate flourish of the diagram, starting in the far corner to avoid stepping on his scrawls when he set the rest of the spell.

 

[Roadflare]

Elk nodded, "All right." He stood away from the wall, forcing his leg to hold through pure strength of will as he pulled his chain hauberk up and off. The thick gambeson beneath was stained with rust and blood. This too he removed, throwing it to the floor. Elk's body was firm, tight muscle, packed onto his lean whip-like frame. His form rippled as he moved, pulling off his boots. "By the Gods...the air feels good."

Part of him was a little concerned about removing his pants in front of the handsome magician. Elk didn't know the man's preferences, but was very well aware of his own. A glorious battle, the closeness of the space, and...Hells, just being almost naked with another man was sure to cause a rather noticeable reaction. The thought of the way a battle was celebrated back home didn't help much. Once the wounds were bound...the survivors celebrated life and victory in one another and their women.

He drew the materials Tyr named from the pack, placing them near the mage. "You should bare your wounds as well, my friend." "They're well won, but we'll both be better off without them." As he spoke, he made his way across the cabin to the fireplace, beginning to build the cradle of wood that would give birth to the fire.

 

[DerelictionOfSanity]

Tyr looked up, a little surprised at Elk's casual disrobing. Seeing Elk's body, he realized that part of the confidence was extremely well founded. He spared himself a tiny bit of concentation to enjoy the ripples of the muscles as his companion stripped. It had been far too long since he had enjoyed another man's company. He caught himself staring and yanked his attention back to the nearly completed circle. It was a good thing he did; he had completely mangled the last flourish into a vaguely phallic shape. Blushing, he wiped it away with his sleeve and drew it in correctly. Really, he had no desire whatsoever to fuse their wounds together, despite the potential for ... NO! That was a distinctly stupid idea.

After finishing the sketch and crumbling the rest of the piece into the bowl, Tyr stood and tried to slide out of his shirt without pulling on his wound. He didn't have to take it off, but it might make the spell easier and it could make Elk feel more comfortable, which would be a good thing. The air did feel good, albeit a bit cold as the sweat from the fight began to evaporate. While not as well built as the other man, Tyr's tall and lean frame was well proportioned. Magery was physically demanding enough to form some muscle and certainly to prevent any chance of fat.

He smiled faintly as he sprinkled sand in the circle and arranged the clawlike seeds in a pattern around the bowl. He had just noticed Elk's predicament. If no-one in the troup was seriously injured, this attack could turn out to have been a blessing in disguise. He just hoped that he would have enough vigor left to take advantage of the opportunity after the spell. He spoke in a low voice as he drew a jar of crushed leaves out of his bag and sprinkled a few in the bowl, following them with a dousing of water from a small skin. "Perfect," he intoned this word to suggest that he wasn't just referring to the preparations, "once the fire is going, we'll heat this and then we can begin."

 

[Roadflare]

"Then we won't have to wait long." Elk struck a shard of flint with the blade of his knife, sparks flicking off into the pile of tinder. "This place is well stocked, and I for one am eager to feel heat on my flesh." He blinked, realizing that might be taken as...well, as what he'd kind of meant it to be. "The heat of the fire, I mean." "Though the other would be welcome." "You should see how we celebrate such a victory back home." He struck the flint several more times, sparks flying into the kindling until a few caught and began to smoke. Elk breathed lightly on the tinder, the glowing coals becoming brighter, brighter, until a tongue of flame licked up to dance over the smaller twigs. He leaned back, the crackle and smell of burning wood beginning to rise from the fireplace.

He slowly fell back onto his butt, scooting back from the fireplace to lean against the wall. Hooking his thumbs into the waist of his pants, he pulled them down his legs, grunting as he tore the fabric that had adhered to his wound free. He slid them off his legs, now clad only in a brief loincloth. Elk looked over at Tyr's preparations, and nodded. "Looks good." He was looking not at the magic circle, but at the mage when he spoke. A finely shaped man...

 

[DerelictionOfSanity]

Tyr spared Elk one of his rare, slow smiles. He had smiled often enough, but usually it was a faint expression, brief and ephemeral. This time, he allowed his lips to bend, parting and revealing white teeth. A twinkle came into his eye. This is ridiculous he thought to himself, here we are, stranded, wounded and exhausted, and I'm actually beginning to enjoy myself for the first time in ages.

"I would like to hear about your celebrations back home," he said as he placed the bowl near the blaze, "here, let me become familiar with your injury while the liquid steeps." He bent down and inspected the leg, running his fingers over the hard muscle, stopping before actually making contact with the wound. He used his index finger to estimate the size of the tear for the sake of his spell and then stroked the inside of Elk's thigh in a comforting manner. "You will be whole very soon, my friend." He had noticed Elk's speech patterns and found himself adjusting to the apparently more formal tone. There was something sensuous about it...

 

[Roadflare]

He had a nice smile, Elk noted. As Tyr began his inspection, the young northman noticed how supple his body was, and breathed deep of the heady mix of sweat and manly musk that came from his half-clad body. He took a deep breath as the mage's fingers touched his leg, becoming a contented sigh. "Perhaps more than whole, magician." He shivered at the touch on his thigh, feeling his loins stir even further, his manhood wakening. "If you want to hear of our ways, then I will tell you." And hope that you find them welcome.

"After a victory such as this, the surviving warriors would gather together in one of the large tents." "Their hurts would be tended, mead and beer brought, and bathing in the light and heat of a great fire, the men would bare their bodies to the gods and to each other." He closed his eyes briefly, savoring the sweet sensation of Tyr's hand on him. "Then, as the fire burns high, each man goes to the one who is his closest shield brother." "In the aftermath of battle, basking in glory, the spirit of a man is strongest." "To gain in strength and companionship, that spirit...must be shared." "The warriors will give their essence to one another, making each man mightier and giving him the fortitude to recover." "The essence is shared though the joining of bodies, and long into the night will they partake on one another, giving their potency to the band even as they gave their blood."

He opened his eyes, carefully watching Tyr for his reaction. "I know that here in the south, many would look poorly on this." He lifted an arm, resting his hand on the mage's shoulder. "But, this is the way between men, between warriors who...understand and delight in one another." He hesitated, then went on, "Are there no such...understandings between your people?"

 

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Tyr looked faintly surprised, he hadn't realized that there was such a deep ritual significance to the act. "There are those in any place who look poorly on it. Considering that those to the far South condemn that behaviour, yet consort with demons, I worry little about those who deride such things." He briefly mulled over his thoughts before continuing. "For my people, there need only be respect and fondness, as well as a certain amount of raw desire. There is no ceremony or symbolism to the act, merely an exchange of pleasure, perhaps of deeper feelings...many prefer to keep these exchanges secret, fearing that somehow the act is a diminishment of their potency and would prevent a woman from choosing them as a husband."

"I have found that I am unusually forthright for one of my people. Though, partly it is simply the fact that a mage cannot live in the shadows if he is to survive." He glanced at the steaming bowl. "Come, we had best complete the ritual while there is strength in me to do so. Afterwards, I would be honoured to stand as your shield brother if you would have me..." Tyr let the offer trail off, nervously, before quickly changing the subject.

"Stand inside the circle," he whispered as he carefully eased the hot bowl into the centre of the pattern of seeds, "and we shall begin. Have no fear and try not to make any sudden motions." He stood, helping Elk up with his good arm before making his own way to the circle and cautiously stepping in.

 

[Roadflare]

Elk listened carefully, interested in what Try described. It was true that many men would take pleasure of one another in other circumstances, and for many the same reasons that the alluring magician had indicated. "Respect, fondness, and desire," he looked again over his comrade-in-arms bare chest. "You may find all three."

Then came the offer and Elk was stunned. He was rarely at a loss for words, yet this brought it to him. He hadn't expected, had barely hoped...yet the man's touch had hinted that he may want just that. Elk was silent as Try helped him stand, but before he stepped into the circle, he spoke. "I accept you as shield brother, Tyr Greyfalcom." "Gladly, and eagerly, I will add." "You do me honor...and will soon do me other things as well," he grinned. "Though whether we will stand, lie, or kneel has yet to be determined."

Elk stepped into the circle, taking a deep breath, filling his nose with the scent of wood smoke and sweet aroma rising from the bowl.

 

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[size=-3] OOC: Nonsense syllables. Hoping they don't mean something offensive in some language I don't know [/size]

Tyr breathed out a small sigh of relief. To have opened himself and then been rejected would have been torture. The circle was small, the two men wouldn't have fit into it if they had been particularly shy about touching. Tyr took Elk's right hand in his, intertwining their fingers and raised their combined fist between their chests. He could feel the rhythm of Elk's heart and it brought him the necessary calm to begin the incantation. "Catch me if I fall..." he whispered, and then launched himself into the magic.

Healing spells were taxing, involved and dangerous. Nonetheless, Tyr let his voice boom out the ancient words as his eyes began to glow from within, faintly at first, then brighter. Kyrgen vad Nurame vad Escher Tyrek Phoren! He repeated the phrase over and over again as the circle appeared to swirl on the floor around them, pulling the poison out of the wounds and into the bowl, neutralizing the evil pollution. He was panting by the time all of it was gone. He continued chanting: Ba dryen vad Tyrek kalir kalir, muzet asha quairut.

The glow faded from his eyes as both wounds eased closed, bringing surcease of pain. The liquid in the bowl evaporated and the circle vanished. Tyr found himself tumbling forward into the solid bulk of Elk, unable to support his own weight. He was gasping, but he thought he'd better offer up some reassurance. "See... that wasn't too bad...though I think lying down might be the best option..."

 

[Roadflare]

"Indeed." Amazing, Elk's wound was almost entirely gone. Such magic was remarkable! He had been a little nervous while in the circle, he wasn't used to trusting the magic that these "civilized" folk used. The magic of the bards and shamans made sense, but this...this was strange indeed.

The brawny northman caught Tyr as he fell, easily supporting the other man. "Lying down it is then, wonder worker." He held the man close a moment, enjoying the feel of their mostly naked bodies together. "For such deeds as this, you will have at least one reward," he whispered with a grin. Keeping Try against him with one arm, Elk managed to wrangle several of the nicely stacked blankets onto the floor near the fire, kicking them out until a good sized tangle of blankets covered much of the wood. Gently, he laid Try down on his back, then stood again.

"Look on me, magician." His eyes were warm with the thought of what was going to come. "See this body, molded by time, effort, and the great north." "See how it is bared, for you." He spread his hands, then lifted them over his head, letting his muscles move and flex. "See the excitement you have given me, the firmness of my manhood, here for you." He undid the loincloth around his waist, tossing it aside. His cock was rock hard, seeming to throb as it proudly jutted out into the warm air of the cabin.

Elk walked forward, straddling the prone man's body, until his sack was directly over Tyr's eyes. Then he knelt and drew back, the head of his member brushing the man's forehead, down his nose, lingering over his lips for a moment, then moving further down, never breaking contact with Tyr's body. Down he slid, swinging his hips from one side to the other to run his head against the other man's nipples, across his flat stomach, down to bump against the fabric of Tyr's pants. He smiled, "Do you ache for me as I ache for you?" "Will you show me?"

 

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Tyr allowed himself to relax into the blankets a bit, his energy gradually replenishing itself as he viewed the scene before him. He felt his own rod throb and jump in response to Elk's glorious nudity. "You have a beautiful body, Elk." He murmured as the tip of the other man's cock made its way over his nipples, causing them to stiffen in pleasure.

He rose up, still a touch unsteady and pressed his lips firmly against those of his new lover, as he ran his hands along the hard muscles of Elk's sides. Bringing his mouth close to Elk's ear, he whispered, "I ache for you most deeply, my friend, and I would be most pleased to show you."

Reaching down, he awkwardly tried to slide his pants down. He was still pinned under Elk's bulk and his every motion ground their bulges together, causing him a great deal of pleasure, and he hoped Elk as well. "Mmm, I'm enjoying this, but if you want me to reveal myself to you, I'm going to need to get my boots and pants off."

 

[Roadflare]

Elk smiled, pleased to see how the handsome magician was responding to him. He closed his eyes for a few moments, savoring the feeling as their bulges pressed against each other. "Yesss, it is very good...but it will be better, once I see what you have hidden here," he said, reaching down to squeeze Tyr's shaft through his pants. His other hand pressed to her comrade-in-arms' chest, "Let me bare you."

The brawny northman rose onto his knees, sliding back and gazing on Tyr for a few seconds. Then he unlaced the man's boots, pulling them free and tossing them aside. He ran his hands slowly up Tyr's legs, caressing them through the dirty fabric, pausing to rub his thighs, before taking the waist of his pants in both hands. He was tempted to just tear them asunder...but neither man had any spare clothes at the moment. Instead, he yanked, roughly tugging them down to his knees. He gasped as Tyr's rigid manhood bounced free, his eyes fixing on it. "So, you aren't just magically well endowed, I see." "Good." He leaned back further, pulling the trousers down and finally off, casting them away. He ran his gaze over Tyr's body, feeling that swelling warmth and hungry pulse in his loins. "You are a fine man."

He crouched to kiss each of Tyr's feet, then slid up his prone lover's body. Elk brought his head level with Tyr's, joining their lips in a lustful kiss, one hand firmly wrapping around Tyr's rock hard dick.

 

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Tyr wiggled his toes as Elk removed his boots, enjoying the feeling of the now warm air in the cabin on his feet. He raised his hips slightly to let his pants slip off easily and grinned at Elk’s comment. Magically enhancing himself had never been necessary and wouldn’t have withstood the kind of scrutiny he was about to undergo anyway. He heard Elk say: “You are a fine man.”

“That makes two of us, then.” He responded. Having Elk kiss his feet tickled slightly and was extremely touching. None of his former lovers had been anywhere near as considerate and tender as this. He kissed Elk back enthusiastically, letting his lips slip open and gently exploring Elk’s mouth with his tongue. He ran his hands through the cascade of chestnut hair until he felt Elk grasp his erection. The sensation was wonderful. He moaned slightly into his lover’s mouth and continued the kiss as he let his hands roam downward.

He let his fingers explore Elk’s chest, running over the smooth and firm muscles. His left hand gently tweaked a nipple as it passed by. Eventually, Tyr had one hand caressing Elk’s prick, moving along the length ever so slowly, keeping his touch firm, yet not too hard. He let his other hand roam across Elk’s broad back, rubbing small circles and meandering down towards the man’s shapely backside. He gave Elk’s butt cheek a light squeeze, feeling the resistance of the well-developed muscle as he opened his mouth a bit wider, making the kiss wetter and more carnal.

[size=-2] OOC: Glad to see you back RF. Hope everything’s alright. [/size]

 

[Roadflare]

Elk groaned into Tyr's mouth even as their tongues danced and dueled. The feeling of the magician's questing hands on his body was scintillating, making his member ache with want. He closed his eyes as Tyr began to stroke him, savoring the delicious touch.

He broke the kiss, dropping his head to gently nip and kiss his lover's ear. "Your touch thrills me," he whispered, spreading his legs to allow Tyr's fingers to more easily explore his ass. "I want to feel your hands everywhere." He braced his knees on the blankets, freeing his other hand to run over Tyr's chest, caressing his skin, tracing the lines of his muscles.

 

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Tyr gasped in response to Elk's words. As he felt lips on his ear, he let his tongue reach out and gently caress the side of Elk's neck, the only area within reach. He wiggled it around in a leisurely fashion, drawing small random patterns with the tip.

Letting go of Elk's cock, he took the other man's hand in his and squeezed it gently, twining their fingers together. He used his other hand to pull Elk downwards, pressing their erections together between their hot and sweaty midriffs and feeling the weight settle comfortably down on him. He groaned as their penises, slippery with precum, began to press together and began to wiggle his hips, causing everything to slide around in a wonderfully pleasurable way.

Letting go of Elk's hand, he rubbed his way up the firm and rippling arm muscles, over the shoulderand around to the front, executing his own tracery of Elk's chest in mirror image to the one that his lover was performing on him. He let his other hand continue to trace the heated globes of Elk's ass. He slid it slowly down along the crack between them and let one long finger tickle the edge of Elk's hole, waiting for permission to go further.

 

[Roadflare]

Elk groaned, rolling his hips slowly, grinding his shaft against Tyr's hard cock and sweaty body. Ancestors, how glorious this felt! As much as he enjoyed fighting, this was truly the best part of any battle. He kissed and bit lightly at Tyr's neck, tasting the salty tang of sweat and letting his lover's manly scent fill his nose.

As Elk's finger cautiously pressed against his back door, Elk grinned. "Mmm, don't stop." "Open me." He licked his tongue slowly up Tyr's neck, then across his lips. "Make me ready to receive your manhood, I want to feel you in me." "Soon." He pushed his ass back against Tyr's hand, spreading his legs wider.

His hands danced along the mage's chest, running lightly over his pecs. Then he ran his fingertips over Tyr's nipples, barely grazing them. Elk then lightly traced circles around him, before kneaded and tweaking them, one in each firm hand.

 

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OOC: Sorry for my sudden lack of posts, but I've had the flu and have been trying to keep up with RL anyway. I'm now recovering, so I'll change this post to something a little more appealing some time tomorrow.