After The Party
Lykta / Nefarius (by twitter.com/shookath)
#lookingrespectfullydnd
cns: heavy nsfw, mention of gore/pain in the first paragraph (just start with the second one if you wanna skip, you won't miss much)
#lookingrespectfullydnd
cns: heavy nsfw, mention of gore/pain in the first paragraph (just start with the second one if you wanna skip, you won't miss much)
With a satisfying thud, the meade bottles hit the table. When Lykta turned around and leaned against the table, he could see Nefarius had followed him hot on his heels. Of course he had. Who could’ve resisted the unspoken promise after that fight? If they were being honest, everyone needed a relief. Kasimir and Minas had found theirs in the hot springs, and his own looked, or would look, very different. To be exact, like a half elf fuckboy with a jawline to cut oneself on. A shame he always wore that masIT BURNS MAKE IT STOP PLEASE HELP ME I DON’T WANNA DIE- NO! Not now. Not now. Lykta’s hand shot up to his necklace and ripped if off his neck, still careful not to drop any of the pearls strung up on it. He stuffed it in the bag that he always wore on his hip and quickly sealed it. He relaxed. That would need to be taken care of, but later. Nefarius was already raising an eyebrow at him for the hectic motion, and he would definitely not miss out on this just because Otho couldn’t sleep again.
“So, no cups.” He stated. “I’m fine with drinking out of the bottle. You?” Lykta gave his signature smirk at that and grabbed a bottle. He opened it with the same hand and took a gulp. “Suit yourself! Place will be looted in a week at max, anyway. Better we drink it than some scrawny bandit.” “Good point.” Nefarius snatched the other bottle off the table and took a gulp himself. “Good stuff! Maybe I should.. nevermind. Anyway: Does the entire thing downstairs count as foreplay to you already? Because I could get straight to it. I really need to blow off some steam.” Lykta chuckled at that. “What makes you think I want a quick fuck? Maybe I just want to slowly get to know you a little better, fall in love on the third date and then marry you in five years, birds singing, happily ever after and all that?”
“Oh, in that case I can..” Nefarius began, half turning around and vaguely waving as to say goodbye. “Maybe the Tieflings downstairs want one, I haven’t had a threesome in ages..” Both had to visibly suppress bursting into laughter. Lykta, without breaking eye contact, started undoing the laces of his leather armor. “Come here already, I’ll show you proper foreplay. If you dare.” Of course he got him with that. Damn fuckboy. Nefarius was over him in an instant, pressing him up against the wall just like Lykta had done to him about an hour ago. His kiss was passionate and tasted like meade. Of course it did, damnit. Lykta should have eaten more before, the one he drank apparently already clouded his mind. Didn’t matter. He kissed the taller one back with just as much passion, sneaking his other hand between their bodies and pulling him down by the collar of his shirt. Meanwhile he had undone his armor completely and dropped it on the floor, leaving him in nothing but a tight shirt and equally tight black pants. They were practical, but when Nefarius grabbed his hips and let his hands wander up from there, tracing every edge of his abs, he was reminded of the other reason why he wore stuff like that. “Been working out?” Nefarius grinned. “Shut up. If you don’t like it, leave it.” “Who said I didn’t like it?” “Exactly.” With that, he pushed raven haired rogue back. Nefarius, caught off guard, stumbled one step, two, and then fell over the edge of the tavern bed. “wha...” he began, but was just as quickly shut up by Lykta alluringly taking his own shirt off, once again keeping up the eye contact the entire time. “Oh, that’s a game for two.” Nefarius responded, grasping at his own armor. Lykta only lost sight of him for a split second when his shirt crossed his face, but when he saw him again, the armor was already shed and piled up next to the bed, and his shirt was nowhere to be seen either. How did he do that, magic? And did it matter with that body? Damn, he really hadn’t had someone as hot as that in a long time. And that fucking grin Nefarius displayed showed that he definitely at least suspected it as well. Oh, he was so gonna wipe that off his face. And he was gonna start right fucking now. He reached for his belt. Nefarius did the same. Goddamnit.
They both made a show of unbuckling their respective belts as seductively as possible. To their credit, they managed to make something as awkward as getting rid of pants before sex fairly sexy. Only now it occurred to Nefarius to take a look at Lykta’s scars. a vast burn scar covered the right half of his torso and the majority of his right arm, but he didn’t like people looking at it too much. “Hey, pretty boy! My eyes are up here and my cock is down there”, he gestured vaguely, “Decide.” “Easy.” Nefarius bent forward a little and reached out, gripped his thigh and firmly pulled him towards him. He shifted, and before Lykta knew it, his dick had been fully submerged in the half-elf’s mouth. Oh, fuck. He could feel himself getting hard in no time under Nefarius’ skilled tongue, until he actually gagged and pulled back a bit. “Bit off more than you can chew?” “Fuck off, or I’ll actually bite. Not my fault you’re so big.” Then he went back to work, and this time he meant it. Lykta couldn’t help but claw into his hair with both hands, guiding his movements a little. He moaned under his breath. If that fuckboy went on like this, he wouldn’t last long. Time to return the favor.
Pulling out of Nefarius’ mouth, he swiftly dropped on his knees and began distributing kisses and small bites all over his inner thighs and crotch. That made him tense up and quiver a bit, but he didn’t moan yet. And Lykta wanted him to moan. So he took his half-hard dick in his hand and while massaging it ever so slightly, licked up the entire length before planting a little kiss on top of it. “More.” Lykta sheepishly looked up. “Oh? Is that a plea or an order?” But before the Nefarius had a chance to reply, he already dove down on his cock again, taking it all down his throat in one go. That finally got the reaction he wanted. Taken by surprise once more, Nefarius let out a deep, long moan. The elf couldn’t hold back a wide grin, even though he had a considerably thick cock down his throat. Finally. Instead of releasing him, Lykta pulled another ace out of his sleeve. He started rhythmically swallowing, stimulating the rogue’s dick with the contractions of his throat. That earned him a moaned “Fuck” from above and made him grin even wider. but at some point he had to come up for air again. Breathing heavily, he smirked up at Nefarius. “Enough?” “If that’s all you got?” “You’ll see. In a second.”
Lykta hated to interrupt, but what he had in mind would get unpleasant if he didn’t. He stepped over to his discarded belt and bags, reaching down into one of his pockets and retrieving a small, helpful bottle. Keeping his body between Nefarius and his hand, he silently opened the bottle and poured some of its contents into his palm, with which he then reached around himself and between his buttcheeks. When he felt the cool lube, he shivered a little, but the feeling immediately faded. Nefarius stayed quiet for once, just shooting him a curious look. Lykta just grinned. He darted over again and then sat down on Nefarius’ lap, facing him. He kissed him again. He did that both because the fuckboy was a good kisser, and to distract him from what he had planned, even though he would notice soon enough. Lykta reached around himself again, closing his hand around Nefarius’ dick again. He stroked it a bit which earned him another quiet moan, but this was nothing compared to the main event. He straddled his hips, guiding the spit-covered cock in his hand between his legs and positioning its tip under his entrance.
Nefarius exhaled in surprise. At least he had stayed one step ahead of him in that regard, and he was going to keep it that way. The fuckboy’s exhale turned into a low growl as Lykta slowly lowered himself, steadily taking more and more inside until he sat down on his lap again, his own rock hard cock touching Nefarius’ stomach. Not for long, though. When Lykta started gyrating his hips, fucking himself at a medium pace, Nefarius decided his hands had been idle for long enough. He wrapped one around Lykta’s shaft and began pumping it at the same speed the smaller one was bouncing on top of him with. Meanwhile, the his other hand went up and closed around Lykta’s neck. He didn’t really squeeze down at first, but when he heard Lykta moan and felt him erratically grasp at his wrist, he did. That was rewarded by another moan and a twitch of the cock in his hand, so he clamped down a little tighter yet. All the while, Lykta’s movements had gotten somewhat out of sync. Both of them were breathing heavily and covered in sweat at this point. Pretty much the only thing on their minds was finishing, and they could tell both of them were close, but neither of them wanted to cum first, not after that much trashtalk earlier.
That said, neither of them could hold it together much longer and they knew it. Still. Lykta intensified his movements, not by speeding up but instead by making his movements more powerful, stimulating Nefarius through putting more of his weight into every thrust. He struck back by frantically stroking Lykta’s dick now, desperately trying to make him cum first. And he almost would’ve succeeded. Almost. In a last effort, Lykta grabbed a fistful of Nefarius’ hair, yanked it back and simultaneously bit him in the neck. That did the trick.
All the warning he had was Nefarius hissing through his gritted teeth before he felt him twitch deep inside of him and his cum fill him up. That was the good message. The bad one was.. actually, there was no bad one. Now much more focused, Nefarius choked him even harder and sped up even more. Satisfied, Lykta let go and finally succumbed to the pleasure. His orgasm crashed down on him like a tidal wave, extinguishing all other thoughts from his head. His cum spurted all over Nefarius’ chest, mixing with his sweat and even covering parts of his neck. Damn. Lykta closed his eyes and revelled in the afterglow for a moment. When he opened them again, Nefarius’ grin was back. Of course. “You needed that, huh?” “Look at who’s talking! I’ll have to watch out not to flood the whole damn room with your jizz when I stand up. Maybe I should have let the bar maid take the first load after all”, he said panting. “No, but seriously”, he carefully stood up, standing on shaky legs for a second before dropping back onto the bed and laying down, “that really was something. We doing this again some time?”
“You bet. Also, there’s still two bottles of meade left..”
“So, no cups.” He stated. “I’m fine with drinking out of the bottle. You?” Lykta gave his signature smirk at that and grabbed a bottle. He opened it with the same hand and took a gulp. “Suit yourself! Place will be looted in a week at max, anyway. Better we drink it than some scrawny bandit.” “Good point.” Nefarius snatched the other bottle off the table and took a gulp himself. “Good stuff! Maybe I should.. nevermind. Anyway: Does the entire thing downstairs count as foreplay to you already? Because I could get straight to it. I really need to blow off some steam.” Lykta chuckled at that. “What makes you think I want a quick fuck? Maybe I just want to slowly get to know you a little better, fall in love on the third date and then marry you in five years, birds singing, happily ever after and all that?”
“Oh, in that case I can..” Nefarius began, half turning around and vaguely waving as to say goodbye. “Maybe the Tieflings downstairs want one, I haven’t had a threesome in ages..” Both had to visibly suppress bursting into laughter. Lykta, without breaking eye contact, started undoing the laces of his leather armor. “Come here already, I’ll show you proper foreplay. If you dare.” Of course he got him with that. Damn fuckboy. Nefarius was over him in an instant, pressing him up against the wall just like Lykta had done to him about an hour ago. His kiss was passionate and tasted like meade. Of course it did, damnit. Lykta should have eaten more before, the one he drank apparently already clouded his mind. Didn’t matter. He kissed the taller one back with just as much passion, sneaking his other hand between their bodies and pulling him down by the collar of his shirt. Meanwhile he had undone his armor completely and dropped it on the floor, leaving him in nothing but a tight shirt and equally tight black pants. They were practical, but when Nefarius grabbed his hips and let his hands wander up from there, tracing every edge of his abs, he was reminded of the other reason why he wore stuff like that. “Been working out?” Nefarius grinned. “Shut up. If you don’t like it, leave it.” “Who said I didn’t like it?” “Exactly.” With that, he pushed raven haired rogue back. Nefarius, caught off guard, stumbled one step, two, and then fell over the edge of the tavern bed. “wha...” he began, but was just as quickly shut up by Lykta alluringly taking his own shirt off, once again keeping up the eye contact the entire time. “Oh, that’s a game for two.” Nefarius responded, grasping at his own armor. Lykta only lost sight of him for a split second when his shirt crossed his face, but when he saw him again, the armor was already shed and piled up next to the bed, and his shirt was nowhere to be seen either. How did he do that, magic? And did it matter with that body? Damn, he really hadn’t had someone as hot as that in a long time. And that fucking grin Nefarius displayed showed that he definitely at least suspected it as well. Oh, he was so gonna wipe that off his face. And he was gonna start right fucking now. He reached for his belt. Nefarius did the same. Goddamnit.
They both made a show of unbuckling their respective belts as seductively as possible. To their credit, they managed to make something as awkward as getting rid of pants before sex fairly sexy. Only now it occurred to Nefarius to take a look at Lykta’s scars. a vast burn scar covered the right half of his torso and the majority of his right arm, but he didn’t like people looking at it too much. “Hey, pretty boy! My eyes are up here and my cock is down there”, he gestured vaguely, “Decide.” “Easy.” Nefarius bent forward a little and reached out, gripped his thigh and firmly pulled him towards him. He shifted, and before Lykta knew it, his dick had been fully submerged in the half-elf’s mouth. Oh, fuck. He could feel himself getting hard in no time under Nefarius’ skilled tongue, until he actually gagged and pulled back a bit. “Bit off more than you can chew?” “Fuck off, or I’ll actually bite. Not my fault you’re so big.” Then he went back to work, and this time he meant it. Lykta couldn’t help but claw into his hair with both hands, guiding his movements a little. He moaned under his breath. If that fuckboy went on like this, he wouldn’t last long. Time to return the favor.
Pulling out of Nefarius’ mouth, he swiftly dropped on his knees and began distributing kisses and small bites all over his inner thighs and crotch. That made him tense up and quiver a bit, but he didn’t moan yet. And Lykta wanted him to moan. So he took his half-hard dick in his hand and while massaging it ever so slightly, licked up the entire length before planting a little kiss on top of it. “More.” Lykta sheepishly looked up. “Oh? Is that a plea or an order?” But before the Nefarius had a chance to reply, he already dove down on his cock again, taking it all down his throat in one go. That finally got the reaction he wanted. Taken by surprise once more, Nefarius let out a deep, long moan. The elf couldn’t hold back a wide grin, even though he had a considerably thick cock down his throat. Finally. Instead of releasing him, Lykta pulled another ace out of his sleeve. He started rhythmically swallowing, stimulating the rogue’s dick with the contractions of his throat. That earned him a moaned “Fuck” from above and made him grin even wider. but at some point he had to come up for air again. Breathing heavily, he smirked up at Nefarius. “Enough?” “If that’s all you got?” “You’ll see. In a second.”
Lykta hated to interrupt, but what he had in mind would get unpleasant if he didn’t. He stepped over to his discarded belt and bags, reaching down into one of his pockets and retrieving a small, helpful bottle. Keeping his body between Nefarius and his hand, he silently opened the bottle and poured some of its contents into his palm, with which he then reached around himself and between his buttcheeks. When he felt the cool lube, he shivered a little, but the feeling immediately faded. Nefarius stayed quiet for once, just shooting him a curious look. Lykta just grinned. He darted over again and then sat down on Nefarius’ lap, facing him. He kissed him again. He did that both because the fuckboy was a good kisser, and to distract him from what he had planned, even though he would notice soon enough. Lykta reached around himself again, closing his hand around Nefarius’ dick again. He stroked it a bit which earned him another quiet moan, but this was nothing compared to the main event. He straddled his hips, guiding the spit-covered cock in his hand between his legs and positioning its tip under his entrance.
Nefarius exhaled in surprise. At least he had stayed one step ahead of him in that regard, and he was going to keep it that way. The fuckboy’s exhale turned into a low growl as Lykta slowly lowered himself, steadily taking more and more inside until he sat down on his lap again, his own rock hard cock touching Nefarius’ stomach. Not for long, though. When Lykta started gyrating his hips, fucking himself at a medium pace, Nefarius decided his hands had been idle for long enough. He wrapped one around Lykta’s shaft and began pumping it at the same speed the smaller one was bouncing on top of him with. Meanwhile, the his other hand went up and closed around Lykta’s neck. He didn’t really squeeze down at first, but when he heard Lykta moan and felt him erratically grasp at his wrist, he did. That was rewarded by another moan and a twitch of the cock in his hand, so he clamped down a little tighter yet. All the while, Lykta’s movements had gotten somewhat out of sync. Both of them were breathing heavily and covered in sweat at this point. Pretty much the only thing on their minds was finishing, and they could tell both of them were close, but neither of them wanted to cum first, not after that much trashtalk earlier.
That said, neither of them could hold it together much longer and they knew it. Still. Lykta intensified his movements, not by speeding up but instead by making his movements more powerful, stimulating Nefarius through putting more of his weight into every thrust. He struck back by frantically stroking Lykta’s dick now, desperately trying to make him cum first. And he almost would’ve succeeded. Almost. In a last effort, Lykta grabbed a fistful of Nefarius’ hair, yanked it back and simultaneously bit him in the neck. That did the trick.
All the warning he had was Nefarius hissing through his gritted teeth before he felt him twitch deep inside of him and his cum fill him up. That was the good message. The bad one was.. actually, there was no bad one. Now much more focused, Nefarius choked him even harder and sped up even more. Satisfied, Lykta let go and finally succumbed to the pleasure. His orgasm crashed down on him like a tidal wave, extinguishing all other thoughts from his head. His cum spurted all over Nefarius’ chest, mixing with his sweat and even covering parts of his neck. Damn. Lykta closed his eyes and revelled in the afterglow for a moment. When he opened them again, Nefarius’ grin was back. Of course. “You needed that, huh?” “Look at who’s talking! I’ll have to watch out not to flood the whole damn room with your jizz when I stand up. Maybe I should have let the bar maid take the first load after all”, he said panting. “No, but seriously”, he carefully stood up, standing on shaky legs for a second before dropping back onto the bed and laying down, “that really was something. We doing this again some time?”
“You bet. Also, there’s still two bottles of meade left..”
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