Chapter 3: Unlike in the game, we have a Guildmaster bedroom

A/N: …Is this still crack? I am not sure, it felt too serious to be a crack but then it feels too ridiculous to be a standard fic (saying this as I looked at the stuff I have planned). Well, as per website guidelines, the rating has rose due to the semi-descriptive sexual contents. Also my first time writing these scenes, I have mulled over this for almost a month dammit D: I don't know, let me know if it's any good?

Warnings: One actual sex scene and Brynjolf talks dirty (don't ask me how he knew to do it)

When Rowan opened his eyes, he found himself draped bodily on top of Brynjolf. Both of his arms were wrapped around the other's neck and his face in the perfect position to nuzzle him right above his collarbone. They were both completely naked, their bodies exposed to the damp, cool air of the room. Even so, he felt comfortable basking in their shared warmth. The white silken blanket was the only thing covering their nudity. It was draped haphazardly across their hips, with their naked legs extending from under the covers.

Beside him, Brynjolf was still asleep, one of his arm holding him close, his hand resting on top of Rowan's hip.

Aside from the messy state of the bed, the rest of the room around them looked like a disaster zone. Clothes and pieces of armor were strewn all over the stone floor among various books, loose pieces of paper that are clearly important documents. There are stray pieces of gold coins, jewelry and various gemstones scattered all over the floor and the desk. A small silver bowl lay overturned beside it, gleaming in the dull light from a candle burning low as it edges towards the bottom of the stick.

Rowan sighed contently as he shifted closer to the other's warmth, intending to close his eyes and rest some more.

He changed his mind a second later as he pushed himself onto his elbow and peered down at Brynjolf's serene face.

Smiling, he traced a finger lightly along his jawline, feeling the growing stubble prick his skin. His finger then traveled down his throat, over the love bites that he'd left there last night. Brynjolf's face twitched as he muttered nonsense in his sleep. Amused, Rowan continued down between his collarbones and down some more. His exploration brought him to his bare chest. Rowan marveled at how large and well built the man is, despite having seen his naked flesh a number of times. He refrained himself from straight out fondling Brynjolf and continued to trace his way around the firm muscles, beginning to circle around a nipple that had the telling sign of a bruise underneath.

Brynjolf made another noise at his ministrations and opened his eyes.

They flickered over to focus on Rowan. Upon seeing him, he gave a tired sigh almost immediately, "What are you doing?"

"I'm just… admiring," Rowan said in a low voice and punctuated that with a playful squeeze to his chest.

Brynjolf hummed, proceeding to ignore him and closed his eyes.

Rowan narrowed his eyes at the blatant dismissal. Then, he smiled as he ran his hand down the taut muscles on Brynjolf's stomach. They involuntarily twitched at the teasing touch and he smiled to himself as Brynjolf had to suppress a giggle. He snatched Rowan's exploring hand in his own and muttered an annoyed, "Stop that."

"Why should I?" Rowan said cheerfully and reached for him with his other hand.

Brynjolf anticipated the move and wordlessly rolled onto the smaller man in retaliation. Rowan let out a startled squawk, trying and failing to escape as he uselessly flailed at the edge of the bed, trapped underneath Brynjolf's much larger, heavier form.

"Get off!" Rowan cried out as he struggled, "Move, you great, lumbering ox!"

"I am a thief," Brynjolf mumbled unintelligibly as he unceremoniously smacked a large hand onto Rowan's face and left it there, "Go back to sleep."

"Bryn!"

Brynjolf ignored him completely and started to snore.

"I can't breathe…" he wheezed, desperately patting his back in an effort to rouse him.

"Okay," Brynjolf grumbled under his breath.

"Please, I'm going to die…" Rowan tried to push him off again.

Brynjolf finally took pity on him and rolled back the other way, allowing Rowan to take a much-needed gasp of air. He unexpectedly hopped on top of Brynjolf immediately after, sitting on his hips and planted both hands on his chest. Brynjolf opened his eyes at the sudden rush of movement and caught Rowan flashing a playful smirk at him. The blankets had fallen away such that he got a full view of his lean, bare body.

Brynjolf was about to speak when the other man grinded his ass on his crotch with a large, self-satisfied smile.

"You little minx," he growled as he grabbed onto his hips. "Did you not have enough last night?"

Rowan's eyes were alight with laughter as he kept rubbing on him, "Oh, love, it's never enough."

At that, Brynjolf snarled and flipped them over suddenly. Rowan laughed breathlessly as his back hit the mattress, his wrists pinned to the bed as Brynjolf loomed over him with a heated gaze, "Someone is finally awake."

Brynjolf bared his teeth and began to nip at his already bruised neck. Rowan gasped as pleasure spiked through him, he tried to rub his member against the other's again but his hips were trapped by their current position. Rowan let out a disappointed whine and fruitlessly tried to wriggle free, where his lover ignored him and kept peppering kisses onto his neck. Brynjolf moved to capture his lips and Rowan enthusiastically deepened the kiss, moaning into his mouth, his tongue dancing against Brynjolf's as he happily explored the warm caverns of his mouth.

"I should punish you for waking me up," Brynjolf muttered against his lips when they broke the kiss, panting.

"I would like that," he whispered.

He chuckled as he kissed the corner of his lips, "Now tell me, what should I do to you?"

"You tell me, Brynjolf," Rowan gave an inviting smile, "What would you like to do to me?"

Brynjolf smiled at him and moved to murmur in his ear, his voice a low rumble, "I'd like to tie you to this bed and take you apart, slowly…" He punctuated that with a brief squeeze to his wrists.

Rowan gasped as Brynjolf grind down onto him, "I'll taste and mark every inch of your skin as I sink into you, slowly, inch by inch. You won't be able to move even if you wanted to, even if you need to, to chase the pleasure that you crave."

Brynjolf started kissing his neck as he murmured, "The pleasure that is mine to give. And I will watch as you grow ever desperate, straining against your bonds as I make you beg for it, until you become an incoherent mess that knows nothing but slow, torturous pleasure. And then I will finally take you as you wish, that you'll come so hard that you could only remain in this bed, limp, broken and useless until I come to take you again."

Rowan shuddered and whispered by his ear, "Then do it, break me."

"Eager, are we?" He chuckled, turning his attentions upon a particularly dark bruise on Rowan's neck.

He kissed a path down to his collarbone, then down his chest, paying special attention to the sensitive skin around the two scars on his stomach.

Rowan groaned as he felt Brynjolf loosen him up with his fingers. He was still a little sore from last night but he was loose enough that he thinks he could easily take him in entirely once they were past this stage.

It wasn't long before Brynjolf began to breach him slowly. His toes clenched and his fingers dug into his love's shoulders as he began to open up.

Just then, the door slammed open, followed by an urgent, "Brynjolf!"

Brynjolf was startled by the noise and jerked violently, tearing a yelp out of Rowan as he was thrust into all of a sudden.

Frowning, Brynjolf turned to the door to find Delvin staring at them.

"Delvin!"

"I apologize, sir," Delvin said, still staring openly at them.

"The doors were locked!"

Delvin smiled sheepishly, looking like he wanted to be elsewhere in that very moment, "It… It was important?"

Brynjolf sighed, "Give me a moment."

He turned back to Rowan as the doors closed and asked in a tender voice, "Are you alright?"

"I-I suppose," Rowan said, experimentally thrusting back against him and elicited a low groan. "It's certainly not the worse."

Brynjolf stopped him from moving and said apologetically, "I have to get to work."

"Oh." Rowan looked disappointed at that, "I suppose that is inevitable, perhaps I should wake you up earlier next time."

He was waiting for Brynjolf to pull out and was surprised when he didn't. Instead, after what seems like a moment of deliberation, Brynjolf lifted one of his legs and placed it on his shoulder while pressing himself further in.

"Brynjolf?" Rowan gasped as he frantically grabbed at the other from the sudden movement.

He let out a moan when Brynjolf abruptly pulled out and thrust back into him. And he did it again, and again and again.

"Ah… ah! Are- Are you not going to see to that matter?" Rowan asked in a strangled voice, one hand clutching onto the bed sheet and the other grabbing desperately onto Brynjolf's shoulder.

"I'm the Guildmaster, love," Brynjolf gave a breathy chuckle at that, "I can do whatever I want."

(Random) Bonus Scene:

Delvin: You're late, Brynjolf. I see he's rubbed off on you (referring to Rowan's irresponsibility)

Brynjolf: Oh, he'd certainly rubbed off on me alright (referring to something else)

Delvin: Yeah. (Realizes) Wait, no, not like that!