This was written for a request on the kink meme, and I also used it as an excuse to do a no-dialogue exercise. I had written this while my brain was still fried from finals, but I would love to know how I did. Most likely, though, no one's even going to click on this because of the pairing. Well, with one exception.
The weapons rack had been knocked down, scattering lances and swords across the dirt floor. One of the tent's supporting poles (thankfully, not the main one) had been completely shattered. Several of the boxes had been knocked down from their carefully organized stacks, spilling their contents on the floor.
That was happened when Ike ran into Skrimir, alone, in the supply tent.
After fighting for dominance for goddess knows how long, Ike was finally pinned facedown to the ground, with Skrimir straddling his lower back and pinning his hands down. The hero was completely immobilized.
It was a major part of Gallian foreplay, battling it out for the top, usually in the form of wrestling. Skrimir didn't know that it was done any other way during their first time and Ike honestly thought he was trying to kill him.
There was no reason to complain now. Ike was getting incredibly stronger from this and was beginning to find it almost as much of a turn-on as Skrimir does. It didn't change the fact that he still lost each time, but it was a good way to release built-up stress caused by this new war.
Ike's shirts had already been ripped off earlier and Skrimir made sure that his pants joined the same fate. It was getting harder and harder to explain to Mist how his clothes keep getting shredded each time.
Fangs scraped against Ike's throat as Skrimir released his wrists, trailing his fingertips up the bluenette's arms and across his torso, brushing over Ike's nipples.
Ike brought himself up to his knees and elbows, grinding into the lion's erection. This earned him a growl and sharp teeth on his ear. Skrimir pulled away just long enough to remove what remained of his clothing and then he was aggressively pushing inside him.
Another thing about Skrimir? He hardly used lube and he never prepared his bedmates. But that didn't matter because every time it was just a few moments of eye watering pain and then pure bliss.
It went normally for a few moments; Ike with his rear up in the air and Skrimir just pounding into it while holding him down. But then the lion prince suddenly stopped and pulled out.
Before Ike could ask, Skrimir lay down next to him and pulled Ike on top of him so that Ike was the one straddling Skrimir for once. Carefully, the lion lifted him up and brought him down on his cock.
Oh.
It didn't take long for Ike to figure out what to do and soon the atmosphere was filled with moans, grunts, and swearing. Instinctively, Ike began to reach for his own erection, but the Gallian prince would have none of that. He pulled Ike's hands away and held onto them tightly. Ike groaned before Skrimir pulled him down and roughly captured his lips with his own.
It was killing him. The only stimulation he was getting was the friction from rubbing against Skrimir's abs. It didn't take much for Ike to be reduced to a quivering, begging mess. The lion smirked before grabbing Ike's hard-on with a large hand, expertly moving up and down in time with Ike's rhythm.
Soon, he came with a low groan, shooting over Skrimir's stomach. Seconds later, Skrimir came to completion as well, and didn't let Ike slow until he had ridden out the last waves of his orgasm.
Ike climbed off and lay down next to Skrimir before briefly surveying the state of the supply tent.
"I don't think Soren'll be too happy when he sees this." More like have a conniption, after all the hours he had spent cataloguing and organizing.
Skrimir's chest began to rumble and Ike could only assume he was purring. "Your brilliant tactician? He should join us next time."