AN: Once more, sorry for the late update. I think this fic has a few chapters left in it before I retire it, but don't worry. I already have plans for another Skyrim fanfiction that's set in the same universe as this one. This chapter will contain graphic parts later down.
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Ardanthis seemed to be filled with an unusual energy as he swept through the room he shared with Argis. He realized now that he had never really planned to stay in Hjerim for too long. Without surprise he looked at the sparsely decorated room around him and sighed in annoyance. He had put so much gold into this house without truly thinking out if he wanted to make it a home.
He glanced at Argis, who seemed to be much less energetic as he picked through his belonging. The High Elf shook his head softly. When he had bought the property things had been much less complicated than they were now, and the short time he had been absent had seen them get even worse.
This was the easiest way out for all of them. Calder could keep his position of honour and Argis and Ardanthis could keep their happiness in somewhere far off where they wouldn't live with temptation and haunted memories.
Nearly everything that the house had come with would be left behind but a few things could be taken with them. Ardanthis scooped up several of the soul gems that had been left behind as gifts from the jarl and slipped them into his pack before he strapped on his armour.
Without fanfare Argis slipped into his heavy steel armour too as he sadly looked over their shared bedroom. Ardanthis quickly wrote down that he was leaving the city on a piece of paper as he left for the door. "Hurry, Argis," he urged softly from the doorway.
He felt a twinge of pity as the Nord quickly strapped the last of his armour on and snatched up his pack. Ardanthis knew he was being slightly unfair to the Nord as he hurried him away from another home and away from another man he had feelings for, but the elf wanted the break to be as quick and smooth as possible. There was no sense dragging out the altercation.
They both hurried down the stairs, but Ard could sense he moved with more energy and excitement. Argis steadfastly refused to look at Calder as he hurried out the door despite the other Nord's best efforts to catch his gaze. He next looked to Ardanthis and his gaze grew noticeably bitter. "Don't forget our deal, Housecarl," coldly ordered the elf as he hurried out into the streets. He emphasized the word to remind Calder of his position.
Argis followed his thane as the two rushed to the palace where Ard handed off the note to a guard and instructed the man to pass it along to the jarl when he could.
Their quick steps took them out of the city's gates and they mingled with the flow of bodies that streamed in and out of the ancient city. Without hesitation they rushed down the bridge that led to the stables, which sat on the other side.
The smell of horses filled the air as the two approached the bustling stables where numerous wagons mingled together as they patiently waited for someone to call upon them. Several merchants moved through the cart drivers and hired those they selected to carry their wares to another city.
A weathered looking woman sat before a team of two well-kept horses and immediately attracted Ardanthis' attention. Her easy confidence was conveyed by her relaxed posture and her wagon looked well cared for. Her horses calmly snorted as they shook themselves.
"Can you take us to Falkreath?" asked the High Elf as he approached her cart.
She regarded him for a moment before she nodded and said in a rough voice, "If you've got the coin I can, but I'm warning you we'll have to make a stop in Whiterun. If you're worried about time, my horses will get you there faster than any of the other teams even with the stopover."
Ard's face screwed up into a look of dismay as he heard about Whiterun, but he quickly nodded. Few of the cart drivers would be willing to carry passengers so far from their home city.
"Is the stop in Whiterun truly necessary?" he asked in an almost pleading voice.
A grave nod from the woman confirmed that it was, "There're several letters I need to deliver to the city. Someone else already paid me to do it."
Argis looked with puzzlement at his husband and recalled the strange aversion the elf had for Whiterun. He chuckled slightly at the dragonborn's evident discomfort and teasingly asked, "What do you have against that city? Are you a wanted criminal?"
With a quick shake of his head Ard answered, "It was the first hold I ever visited after arriving in Skyrim. The city is just somewhere I do not wish to revisit for my own reasons."
Argis accepted the cryptic answer with a shrug as he climbed into the wagon and placed his pack next to him. He looked back at Windhelm, where he knew Calder waited, one last wistful time before he stiffened his resolve. He failed his husband and it wouldn't happen again.
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The massive citadel that sat within the heart of Whiterun loomed high in the distance as the two men looked up at it. Despite the terrible weather that had struck them, the horses and the driver continued onward towards the city. Fat, heavy flakes of wet snow fell out of the sky in a surprising flurry that had soaked all three of the travellers. Argis looked with worry at his husband, who shivered sharply in the cold that had long ago soaked through his cloak.
"Praise the divines, we're almost there," murmured the elf through chattering teeth as he glanced up at the ancient structure. He quickly looked back down to keep the wet snow from falling directly on his face.
Argis, his head uncovered and unbothered by the snow, brushed the cold flakes off his husband and winced pitiably at the elf's condition. At last, they pulled up before the stables of the great city and the two passengers stiffly got out of the carriage. Argis nodded to the woman as the snow worsened and he called out, "We will meet you back here tomorrow!" When the woman gave him a nod and hurried her team towards the stable Argis helped his husband towards the city.
He nearly snarled as he entered the unfamiliar city. The guards huddled in the lee of the walls and didn't bother to approach the newcomers. "There's an inn this way," called Ardanthis as he hurried off up the slippery stairs towards the inn. He nearly slipped but Argis caught his elbow.
The common room's warm hearth was a relief to both of the travellers. Ard left his hood up and quietly stood in the shadows of the doorway as he quietly murmured, "Rent us a room, Argis." The blonde Nord's suspicion's over his husband's silence grew but he complied. He knew that he would eventually find out what bothered his husband so much about the city and was willing to wait.
He approached the barkeep and quickly rented a single room for the two of them as he beckoned his husband over. Right as Ardanthis stepped forward the door was forcefully opened and it knocked the Altmer off balance for a moment.
Argis watched a dark haired Nord enter the room and immediately begin to apologize in a deep voice. The man suddenly choked off his words and a surprised look came over his features. His surprise quickly melted into a warm smile as he swept Ardanthis into a bear hug. "Ard!" he called out. The general noise of the room swallowed his exclamation but Argis barely managed to make it out from where he was standing. With concern he headed for the other Nord and, though his husband was more than capable of taking care of himself, Argis wasn't going to wanted to know what was going on.
"It's good to see you again, Farkas. You can let me go now, though," said Ardanthis with a grin.
"Let me buy you a mead and you can tell me where you've been all this time," cried the bulky Nord as he clapped Ard on the back. He grinned and continued, "I thought you said you were going west to make your fortune, did you find anything worthwhile there?"
Argis' brows contracted sharply as he saw the other Nord not only continue to hold his husband but his hands quickly migrated lower down the elf's back. Finally close enough to be heard without having to shout over the noise of the busy tavern, Argis tersely said, "He found wealth and a husband in Markarth." He crossed his thick arms over his chest and looked sternly at Farkas with annoyance in his gaze.
"A husband?" asked Farkas as he quickly released the elf with confusion on his features.
"Yeah, me," answered Argis, his features tightening into their coldest glare which accentuated the scars and tattooing that marked his face.
Ardanthis patted the big Nord's arm and said, "Easy, love. He didn't know."
"Who is he?" asked Argis without taking his glare off the other Nord.
"Do you really want to do this now?" he asked with an annoyed sigh. When the other Nord refused to reply he sighed gustily and said, "He's someone I met before you. Don't take it personally, Argis. I hadn't gone beyond this hold when Farkas and I... encountered one another."
The blonde Nord eyed the other man up and down as he tried to get a feel for him. The other man was armoured like Argis and he looked as muscular as the housecarl, but his icy blue eyes, dark hair, and unmarred countenance separated him from the other Nord.
"Farkas," the elf quickly said, "It's been good seeing you but I'm soaking and exhausted and I'd like to go to my room."
"Oh. Of course," said the man, much more subdued now as his gaze flicked between the two men before him. "Maybe we could catch up some time," he said softly. He quickly added, "Just to talk though!" as he glanced at Argis' tight features.
"Maybe soon, Farkas," answered the elf with a smile before he turned to his husband and said, "Argis, why don't you take us to our room?"
With a final glare at the other man, Argis turned away and headed for their small room.
When the door clicked shut behind him he looked at Ardanthis and made sure his voice was calm before he asked, "Who was that?"
"That was Farkas. He's one of the leaders of the Companions here in Whiterun. We knew one another for a short while after I got to town, but nothing much came of it as his duties and my desire to move on pulls us apart," explained the elf as he stripped his armour off and draped his cloak over a chair before the fire.
"You 'knew one another'?" asked Argis with relief and a hint of a smile playing in his voice.
Ardanthis smiled at his husband, "He wasn't bad, but nowhere near as good as you, Argis."
They both began to strip down and Ard stood naked in front of the fire and let the warmth play over his golden skin. Argis quietly padded up behind his husband and wrapped his arms around the lithe elf. "Love," he began hesitantly, "I'm sorry for what-"
In one swift motion Ard gently turned the Nord's head and kissed him deeply. "It's alright," he murmured as he broke the kiss, "We all make mistakes, but I won't let one mistake come between us."
Argis tightened his grip for a moment before turning away. He playfully asked, "So how did you and that Farkas guy meet?"
Ardanthis grimaced at the question and said, "When I first arrived in Whiterun I was little more than a wiry adventurer with a bit of magic and sharp dagger I had dug up from some abandoned shack. I... tried to join the Companions." Argis' loud guffaw cut off the elf's story and he looked at the light, elegant elf as he tried to imagine the thane in amongst the burly warriors of the Companions.
Ard's pursed lips quickly silenced the Nord's amusement. "Farkas was the one who tested me," he continued as Argis looked attentively at him, "I lost – horribly – and I was laughed out of the Companions' hall. Farkas pitied me enough that he tried to teach me a few more of his combat tricks, but they never really took hold. We ended up as lovers for a short while before I left the city to go to Markarth." He waved his hand dismissively as he murmured, "We were never in love, though. After the Hold learned I was the Dragonborn his affection quickly faded and he became distant."
Argis shrugged his large shoulders and said, "I'm sure you could make it into the Companions now. You're much better with your blades than many other warriors."
Surprise showed on Ard's face for a moment as he said incredulously, "Really?" he laughed at himself suddenly and said, "It doesn't matter anymore, though. I only wanted to join them for a place to sleep and whatever simple missions they offered for coin."
"Come," urged Ardanthis as he walked towards the bed, "We'll leave this hold tomorrow as we head for Falkreath." The bed he lay down on would be generous for one, but it was a tight fit for two.
Pressed close against one another with the low fire burning in the hearth, Argis quietly asked, "What kind of house did you imagine us living in when we get to Falkreath?"
"I'm not sure," answered Ard honestly with a shrug as he looked up at the ceiling that held a small, unlit chandelier. He smiled softly before adding, "Maybe something more cozy. Hjerim was huge, old, and creaky. Maybe a small cottage just for us."
"Just for us, love?" asked Argis and a trace of disappointment coloured his voice.
Ard turned and looked sharply as his husband, "Did... did you want something more? Did you want children?"
The bluntly asked question put Argis back on his mental heels as he truly thought about it for a time. "I'm not sure," he finally answered honestly, "I always imagined more, but I don't know if we'll be able to raise them in this world – the dragons are still flying the skies, though they haven't attacked anyone in some time."
Ard reached out and grasped Argis' hand and whispered, "If you want, our house will be bigger than Hjerim and big enough to hold a family if you truly want."
They talked softly of warm fires, freshly hunted venison, and efforts to keep the region clear of bandits and other monsters. They dreamed aloud while awake until sleep claimed them and they dreamed in silence.
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Waking up well before the dawn, both Argis and Ard hastily prepared themselves to return to the wagon driver. The few sundries they had removed from their packs the night before were now repacked as they left for the main room of the inn.
There was no hesitation in their step as they left the inn without another word. Both men had agreed that they would be fine with their trail rations and didn't want to wait another moment.
The streets of Whiterun were quiet so early in the morning and any sound that was being made was quickly muted by the thickly falling snow that still filled the air. Ard looked to Argis and wordlessly conveyed his dismay at the weather with a roll of his eyes before he hurried out towards the stables.
His annoyance at the weather quickly turned into annoyance at the wagon driver when he saw no one ready and waiting to carry them off to Falkreath. "She might just be late," suggested Argis as he sensed his husband's not-so-subtle mood, "Let's look for her in the stables."
Ard's annoyance only deepened as he saw both of the wagon's horses resting quietly in their stalls. He paced quickly down the row of stables until he found a clean stall that held the wagon driver, asleep on a pile of hay. "What are you still doing here asleep?" angrily demanded Ard as he glowered down at the woman who was startled awake by his words.
"Have you seen the weather outside? Snowberry will slip and snap a leg for sure in that weather, my lord!" snapped the woman in response. She glared tersely at the pair, rose to her feet, and said, "I'm not risking my horses in this weather. You can find a different driver who's willing to gamble their livelihoods on taking you to Falkreath or you can wait for the storm to blow over."
Without anything to retort, Ard left the woman without another word as he stormed back out into the thickly falling snow.
Argis gently grabbed his husband's arm and pulled him into the lee of the building. "What's the matter love? Why are you angry over a few days' delay? You know she's right," he murmured as they watched a cloaked figure struggle through the falling snow.
"I hate this city," murmured Ardanthis in a tight voice. He hesitated before continuing, "It's the one place where I can't escape being the Dragonborn." The confusion written on Argis' face forced Ard to continue his explanation. "This was where I killed my first dragon," he said bluntly and the news put Argis back on his mental heels.
"Stop looking at me like that!" snarled the elf with sudden vehemence as he met Argis' shocked gaze. "Stop looking at me like I've done something strange and incredible," he said in a much softer voice, "It's why I hate being here. Everyone looks at me with such... awe. I'm not a person to them anymore."
"Love, dragons were thought to be mythical creatures until they began burning down buildings. You have to understand that for us Nords, we've seen our legends come to life and be killed again all at once," murmured the blonde Nord soothingly as he tried to keep the amazement out of his voice. While he knew that Ard had slain dragons, it still seemed surreal to him that he had been sleeping with a man who had killed a dragon. He chuckled slightly as his mind returned to the conversation, "I would be more worried if my people showed you no reverence after killing a supposedly extinct beast."
"I didn't want this, though. I wasn't even the only one to kill the damned thing. Most of the guard turned out to help. I never intended to be the one who is supposed to save Skyrim, especially not after meeting you, Argis. I just want to be with you and find a quiet place in – or out – of this damn country to settle in."
"Love," Argis hesitantly began, "You owe no one anything, but have you thought that maybe Skyrim needs you? Maybe the Gods gave you this gift so you could save more people. You may not have 'chosen' to be this, but it might be what you are."
Ard sighed heavily and stared silently out at the falling snow as he let Argis' words wash over him. "I need time to think about it, Argis. I still want to head to Falkreath and settle there if only for a little while," he said firmly. "We might as well return to the inn and book another night there," he said glumly with a soft sigh, "The storm will have hopefully passed by then."
They returned to the inn and Ard did his best to remain inconspicuous as he stood in the shadows away from the other travellers who were eating.
Argis quickly rebooked their room and they both returned to their shared room. Ard stared into the fire for a moment before Argis quietly said, "I've never seen the Gildergreen or ever been to this Hold."
"You can go see anything you want in this Hold. I don't want to go out there yet," answered the elf without looking at his husband.
The big Nord sighed to himself. He looked at the clearly agitated Altmer and said, "Love, you can't hide in here for forever. By the Divines, you've left this Hold a scrawny wizard with a dagger and returned stronger than before. Let the people have a hero for once. Let them look at you with admiration because you're their symbol of hope." He snorted, "If nothing else show them that you don't disdain their ways. Challenge a few of the Companions to blade fights and beat them."
Ard smiled slightly at that last suggestion, "Maybe I'll show Farkas that he isn't the only one who can wield a sword."
The trace of vigor that entered the elf's voice as he decided to visit the Companion's meadhall relieved Argis, who had been worried about the Altmer's despondency.
The thickly falling snow made the path up to Jorrvaskr treacherous but the two braved the slippery steps of the tiered city regardless. Ard led his husband down the side streets of the city until they reached the large tree, the Gildergreen which hung in full bloom above him. Despite the falling snowflakes the tree seemed untouched by the weather and its rosy pink petals gleamed with life regardless of the weather.
Ard smiled up at it and said, "When I first arrived the tree appeared to be dying, but I heard someone went on a pilgrimage to the Eldergleam Sanctuary and returned with a means to heal it."
"It's beautiful," murmured Argis as he looked up at it with wonder. Even being in the tree's presence seemed to take some of the cold wind's bite from the air. It seemed exude a sense of spring despite the weather.
The cold also kept many of Whiterun's citizens inside and Ardanthis seemed to enjoy the emptiness of the streets. "Come on," he urged as he walked away from the tree and towards Jorrvaskr.
Ard approached the ancient structure with an air of defiance hanging about him. His husband quietly noted the firm set of his jaw and the way the elf's shoulders straightened as they reached the main doors to the meadhall.
The elf blew out a quick sigh before he pushed the doors open and entered. There were only a few Companions in Jorrvaskr and they looked up as the cold gust of wind swept through the room. Quickly entering, Argis shut the doors behind him as one of the Companions, surprisingly enough a dark elf, called out, "This isn't an inn, you know."
"Hush," immediately said a Nord woman with a savage tattoo that sprawled across her features, "They may wish to join our ranks."
"The big one might pass," said the Dunmer as he looked over Argis, "but I don't the other scrawny elf has it- wait a moment, don't we know you? You tried a long time ago to join us, Dragonborn. It didn't end so well for you as far as I recall. Maybe you should stick to your tomes and spells."
"I've become much better with my blades since you last saw me," retorted Ardanthis. He smirked provocatively and said, "I bet I could take you in fair combat." Argis could sense the deliberate switch in tone and the carefully used inflections of disdain.
Anger immediately coloured the Dark Elf's features but we quickly corralled his emotions. The Dunmer returned the smile with a cold twitch of his lips. "I accept your challenge, Altmer," he said.
Ard's gaze roamed the room and he finally noticed Farkas sitting in the back with a look of surprise clearly on his features. The Altmer turned away from him without another glance as he headed for the sparring grounds behind Jorrvaskr. Athis sprang up from his chair and hurried after his challenger, clearly eager for the fight.
The snow continued to fall outside as Ard emerged into the cold air. A quick glance at Athis showed that the Dunmer was wearing little more than a harness in the biting cold. He didn't seem to mind though, and he walked over to a nearby rack and picked up a finely balanced wooden blade. He gave it a few test swings before nodding with satisfaction and handing it over to Ardanthis.
The Altmer graciously accepted that sword and the one that followed. While he tested their feel for himself he didn't look for treachery from one of the Companions.
"Ready?" asked the Dark elf as he fell into a combat position. He received a nod for an answer.
The first attacks were simple tests. Easily parried swings and jabs went each way as Ard felt out the swordmaster's style. Athis was, at the same time, feeling out this stranger who challenged him.
Ard launched the first real attack with a high swipe and low jab from his offhand blade. Athis turned deftly and avoided the jab while parrying the swing.
His retaliation was swift and a blinding series of slashes put Ard back on his heels and moving defensively. Leaping backwards and swinging one of his swords in a wide arc, the High Elf broke the pressure on him.
Immediately reversing his momentum he rushed forward and swung his blades in a scissoring motion and made the other elf step back to avoid being struck.
Argis watched from the sidelines while the battle's momentum played out and swung in both directions. Athis truly was a master with his single weapon, but he was clearly less familiar with fighting someone wielding two weapons. His skill with a single blade was matched by his unfamiliarity of the Altmer's style and put the two on more equal footing.
The challenge was witnessed only by Argis and a few other warriors. He glanced at the people around him and saw that they weren't the usual raucous, jeering crowd that most of these fights saw. They were quiet and seemed to be trying to learn from or critique both fighters' movements. Their stoicism seemed so strange to the Nord, who was watching the two elves fighting with his heart in his throat. He knew how much winning meant for his husband and he ached to see the Dark Elf fall.
Nods of approval were directed to both fighters as the battle continued in a whirl of blades that broke apart only to give the two combatants a chance to assess each other and look for openings.
Argis remained impassive as he watched his husband thrust and stab at the Dunmer. Despite the falling snow and biting wind both elves were sweating from their furious exertion. Glancing to his right he saw Farkas also watching closely. Though the other man tried to appear like he wasn't watching with baited breath, the tension in his posture left no doubt in Argis' mind that there was an outcome Farkas was hoping for.
His breath caught in his throat as Athis' blade slipped past Ard's defences and jabbed towards the Altmer's chest. Jerking to the side, Ard brought the pommel of his practice sword down on his opponent's wrist and Athis hissed as he dropped his sword. The High Elf completed his attack and jabbed his free sword towards Athis' stomach. The Dark Elf grunted as the blunted tip impacted him right where his harness stopped.
Ard's grin was huge and unmistakeable as he looked at the warrior he had bested. His triumph held no malice or disdain in it, just a simple joy at having overcome something that had stopped him before.
Athis caught his breath and gasped as he alternatively clutched at his gut and his wrist. "I can heal-" offered the High Elf, but a sharp shake of Athis' head was all the answer he needed. He levelled a murderous glower at the High elf, but the other members of Jorrvaskr were already moving forward to congratulate Ard on his victory. There was no shame in losing to a more skilled opponent and both combatants had fought well. Both Athis and Ardanthis had their combat complimented and critiqued by those who had watched the fight.
Smiling, Argis watched as his husband was officially offered a place in the Companions. The Nord watched Ardanthis accept the position and grin widely, but he also knew that Ard would never attempt to rise up their ranks. Winning the position meant more to him than the position itself.
Breaking away from the other Companions with words of warmth and gratitude, Ard returned to his husband with a large smile on his features. "Let's go back to the inn, Argis," he murmured as the Companions filed back inside, a still-bitter Athis in tow.
The return to the inn was quick as the falling snow began to lighten slightly. The dark grey clouds hanging overhead lightened subtly and Ard looked towards the sky with hope. "We should be able to travel again tomorrow, but we'll have to spend one more night in this Hold," he said with excitement.
Argis grinned and murmured, "It'll be the last time for a while before we have a real bed." Though he confidently looked at Ard with a grin, he was inwardly terrified. The implied erotic suggestion might be too soon after his unfaithful moment with Calder.
Ard hesitated for a moment and his face showed hesitation. Argis' stomach dropped in that heartbeat but the elf's face quickly cleared. "We should get a lot of sleep tonight, but we need something else to do to pass the rest of the day," said the elf with a sudden matching smile.
Both men rushed towards the inn with renewed energy and slipped through the quiet main room to their rented room. The click of the door closing launched a frenzy of motion.
With quick, practiced motions Argis was already removing his armour and he quickly threw it on the floor. The room wasn't cold thanks to the heat that slipped in from the main room's fire, but it was cooler than normal. Argis quickly removed his leather breeches while he watched the Altmer watching him.
Ard was stripping his own clothes quickly, but the blond Nord knew that the elf's attention was split between undressing himself and staring at Argis.
With a smile, Argis pulled his loincloth away and stood naked before his husband. Though he was unbothered by the cold air, he knew his elven husband lacked the innate resistance to cold that Nords possessed.
Gently massaging his own cock, he said, "I'll light a fire, love."
He stepped towards the small fireplace, still massaging himself, and bent over as he moved wood from the small pile in the room into the fireplace. He knew that his ass was in perfect view and grinned to himself as he heard Ard snarl with frustration as he tried to get his belt off.
Squatting down, Argis let his large, semi-erect cock hang down as he began to light the fire. He gave small grunts of pleasure as he occasionally pleasured himself while he worked on the fire. Using the flint and tinder nearby, he quickly had a strong blaze burning in the hearth.
He rose and turned around, fully erect, and saw the elf in a similar state of excitement.
His breath hitched in his throat as the elf approached him and embraced him. There was a moment when they stared into each other's eyes before their lips connected in a passionate kiss and their hands roamed over each other's bodies with abandon.
Relief and lust rushed through Argis' mind and competed for dominance in his mind as he gently stroked Ard's sides with his calloused hands. His constant nagging fear over losing his husband due to his own stupidity vanished as the two men fell onto the bed, the slighter elf on top of his husband.
Argis groaned into Ard's mouth as their cocks rubbed against one another. Gently, Ard took both of their dicks into his hand and gently began to pump them both. Another delighted groan came from the Nord, who bucked slightly.
Kissing his way down Argis' chest, Ard ran his tongue up and down the Nord's shaft with energy before he began to suck Argis' member.
Lost in a haze of pleasure, the Nord sighed with joy as his husband began to massage his balls. The elf's face was red as he deepthroated the large cock, his lips going all the way down to Argis' hilt.
Eventually the Nord could feel that tensing in his gut that told him he was going to cum soon, and he tried to grunt out a warning to the elf who continued to skillfully work him. Ignoring his warnings, the elf to bob up and down on the Nord's stiffening cock. He was thrusting into the elf's mouth now and with a loud groan he exploded deep in Ard's throat. Argis continued to thrust as he released the last sticky gouts into his lover who sucked him clean before easing back.
Ard wiped his mouth before asking, "Ready?" He held up a small bottle of oil to help indicate what he meant. Argis nodded, still riding his own high. He lifted his hips at the elf's gently urging and felt the warm, wet fingers pushing into him with enough haste to convey the elf's need.
The fingers plunged in and out rapidly as Ard positioned himself, his greased cock resting against the Nord's entrance. "Go," rasped Argis, his own need making his voice thick. Ard kissed him deeply and the blonde could just taste his own cum in the elf's mouth.
Ard pushed in quickly and both men gasped and groaned. Argis eased back, his powerful chest heaving as waves of raw pleasure washed over him with each thrust. In this moment it was like nothing had happened between them, like no conflict had ever marred their marriage.
"Harder!" the Nord gasped out and adjusted himself slightly to make each thrust count.
The elf obliged and slammed home with each stroke. Argis moaned as the lithe elf pressed himself into the Nord as deep as he could. Both of them knew how much this moment meant. They could both sense how much their marriage needed this intimacy and normalcy, and it helped break the walls that had come up between them.
Argis gave himself over to the moment and revelled in both the sex and the knowledge that everything was going to be alright between the two of them. When Ard finally climaxed and spurted his seed deep within the Nord he quickly pulled out before collapsing next to Argis.
Both mean were sweaty, exhausted, and relieved at the end. No words were needed to convey it to the other as they both felt the same joy and relief.