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I held him tight, knowing how much he was hurting inside. We’d both had a great deal of hardship over the last several months. Me, losing my family, my home, everything I’d ever known. Him, losing Duncan, his half-brother, the King, Cailan, and now finding Cailan strung up like that, it was no wonder he felt so much pain inside.
His chest pressed against mine, I could feel his heart beating rapidly. Mine was beating quite fast as well. Slowly he pulled away – though only slightly. Still in a partial embrace, Alistair looked me in the eyes. What I saw there was a mix of emotions: pain, panic, and passion. Before I knew what was happening, he placed a hand on my neck and pulled my lips toward his own.
They met roughly. I closed my eyes and continued to kiss him. Quickly things started to escalate. His lips parted and we were able to kiss deeper, longer. As things started to get more intense, I knew it’d be best to go to one of our tents where we could be more intimate.
Gently pulling apart from him, my gaze meeting his again, I took hold of his hand and guided him toward my tent.
Once inside, I pulled him to me. I could sense his nervousness and admittedly, I was nervous too. Continuing to kiss, we began the somewhat clumsy process of taking off our equipment and clothes. Kicking off my boots, I helped him unbuckle the straps holding his sword in place.
Once we were both down to our underclothes, I allowed my hands to explore his body. Slightly hesitantly, he did the same. All the while our lips remained connected.
In one swift, yet smooth motion, I pulled his tunic up over his head. He trembled slightly, but his grip remained firm on my body. Separating my lips from his, I moved them to his neck, kissing it tenderly. Slowly, I continued to kiss across his collar and shoulders, then down the center of his chest – from Adams apple to navel. His hands, trying to maintain their contact with me, moved from my upper back, to my neck, until finally resting upon my head as I settled down on to my knees.
Unlacing his breeches, I let my tongue trail along his hips and the tip of his groin. Reaching up, I pulled his hardening dick out from behind the cloth and took it in my mouth.
He gasped and his grip tightened on my head. Though I did most of the movement, his hips thrust subtly and his hands seemed to guide my mouth deeper onto him.
As his breath grew increasingly rough, I pulled myself back up, gripping his hips as I stood.
Face to face again, our lips met and tongues twirled about one another. Pulling my shirt off, my eyes caught the look of fear on his face. There was excitement there too, but I could tell that he was still very nervous. Regardless, he made the next move, more or less repeating what I’d done to him moments earlier.
I closed my eyes as his lips pressed against my body. I’d dreamt of this moment for so long, and intended on savouring every second. My breath caught in my throat as he took me in his mouth. So warm, so wet, the feeling was like no other.
Feeling myself getting closer and closer to climax, I gently pulled his head up and grabbing his torso tightly, brought him back up to his feet. Holding him close to me, we communicated without a word. Wanting to make sure that he wished to continue, I held him and stroked my hand across his body, up to his face, till I held it lightly and ran my thumb across his cheek. Asking the question through expression alone, he answered with a sweet smile and a kiss on my thumb.
Sure now that we were both ready, I laid him down on his back, slowly bringing myself down onto him. Our hands fluttered over each other, and we exchanged sweet butterfly kisses. The fervour from before had turned into a gentle tenderness and calm. Eventually, our hands found each others cocks and we stroked each other till we were both near to bursting.
Ready to take the next step, releasing him, I pulled his legs up and rested them upon my shoulders. Leaning into him, for one more, deeper kiss, I slowly guided my dick to his hole. Gently, I pushed inside him. Felling him tense around me, grip tightened, and a grimace upon his face, I proceeded slowly.
Arching his back as I pushed all the way in, he let out a low grunt. I held myself there for a few moments, gripped him close and pressed my lips to his once more.
Relaxing more now, he began to grind slightly against me. Matching his rhythm and pace, I gently thrust into him. As the minutes passed the intensity rose. Pace and force picking up, I pulled my torso up off of his, moving my hands to his legs. Moving one of them down to his chest, lacing our fingers together, our eyes locked. Flushed and panting, Alistair stuttered, “I…I love you”.
A smile forming proudly on my face, I leaned back into him. Bringing my mouth near his ear, I breathed, “and I, you”. Kisses trailing from ear, to cheek, to lips, I gingerly pulled myself out of him.
Turning him over, he arched his back again, bringing himself up to meet my groin. Pushing back in, I wrapped a hand around his chest, and leaned forward to hold his hand with the other. Soft moans and grunts passed between us.
Eventually, he reached back and pressed a hand to my thigh. Understanding the message, I pulled out again, at which point he turned back around and pushed me down onto my back. Smiling, I watched as he climbed atop me, legs straddling mine.
Carefully, he lowered himself onto me and began to grind back and forth, up and down. Gripping my thigh with one hand and my chest with the other, his speed increased. Taking his still hard dick in my hands, I stroked him in time with his own movements. His eyes closed and mouth slightly parted, I knew he was getting close. Sensing this, I took control again.
Pulling him down against me, I thrust up into him, harder, faster. His breathing quickened and grew ragged. His hands searched for something to hold on to – eventually settling upon my neck. Kissing him firmly and holding him tight, I manoeuvred our bodies so I was yet again on top of him, allowing me to go deeper.
My name passed from his lips like a gasp.
I sat back up, continuing to thrust, as he rubbed himself until, seconds later, his load shot hot across his abs. His face, a look of ecstasy and agony, contorted as his body jerked and trembled with each successive burst. Gradually, he relaxed and my pace slowed.
Pulling out of him, which caused one final pulse to jolt through his body, I leaned over him and took hold of my dick. Kissing him, tenderly, I could feel the inevitable moment building quickly within me. Muscles tightening, my breath coming in short staccato bursts, I shot my load, which joined his across his torso.
As one last shudder passed through me, I collapsed down beside him. Our faces resting inches apart, my arm draped across his chest, our lips met once more. Lost in a daze of complete contentment and satisfaction, our eyes closed.
Relaxed and exhausted, we welcomed the sleep that would undoubtedly claim us soon. Breathing slowed. Heartbeats slowed. And though passion may have ebbed away, the tenderness remained. Entwined in each others arms, hands clasped together, we slowly drifted off. And together, we slept.