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Big Sis
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so yeah, work seems to pull out the worst in me, so here goes nothin' It's probably not the best thing every written, but I did my best while hyped up on adderall. It worked in my mind, xD That's how i write these. I picture the scene in my head and then try to capture it with words.
Anyway, on with the show xD
Thomais Tabris shifted nervously in his armor. It wasn’t the battle ahead which had him nervous, not really, it was the wait. It was still hours until nightfall, and he’d already spent most of the day trying to keep himself busy. He held up a hand and started checking a list off, “Convinced Owen to get to work, got that Dwarf and his lackeys to help the village… had to bribe him though…” he shuddered, “I don’t know what I’d done if that brute had taken me up on that… personal offer. Hrm, I’ve helped the knights out as best I can, Ser Perth was very happy with those amulets. I hope the confidence it gives them works.” He sighed, “And now there’s nothing left to do but wait…” he grumbled to himself. Then he sighed and spoke up, “Come on, let’s head back to camp. We’ll be back before nightfall Thomas, I promise.”
The guard looked like he wanted to protest, but he wasn’t about to argue with the Grey Wardens, and Thomais trudged out of the village with Shale, Alistair, and Zevran following behind him.
Once back to the camp they’d erected not too far from the city, Thomais retired to his tent without another word to reflect on his companions. Their conversations are very distracting… he told himself. Especially Shale’s constant comments about how squishy I am. The golem’s comments were making him nervous about the upcoming battle.
And Morrigan… oh Maker is she angry at me. I shouldn’t have slept with her, but I was lonely… and I really needed some stress relief. Especially since I knew Lothering was going to fall, ugh. Then he snorted and lay back, not like I would have gotten any from Alistair, straighter than a Dalish arrow that one is. And Leliana’s pretty and all, but she would have none of my compliments. Not to mention they’re all human. Ugh. And Sten… he shuddered to even think about the huge scary Qunari, He’s a wonderful fighter but it’s difficult to speak to him and he is NOT someone I’d want to get companionship from. He’s rather creepy...
Which led his thoughts straight to the one he’d been trying to avoid, Zevran… The other elf was beautiful, to be sure. And he’s a lot like me, well, sort of… Not really... he rolled onto his side, away from the entrance of his tent, we’ve already been through a lot together, and he really loved those gloves I’d given him I’m glad I didn’t sell them after we left the forest. The thought of the smile on Zevran’s face brought him a warm glow. I just don’t know how to deal with him. He gives me all those compliments, flirts with me even… And his comments about leather… and the rope… Why did I sleep with him!? Now I can’t get him out of my head. Thomais felt his breeches becoming uncomfortably tight and he flushed. I suppose there’s no harm in taking care of this… It might even relax me for the battle.
Just as he’d eased himself out of his breeches he heard a familiar Antivan voice at the front of his tent, “Warden? I wanted to check on you to see if you’re… Oh…” the tent flap opened and Zevran poked his head in.
Thomais flushed a brilliant scarlet and pulled his pillow over his now freed erection, “Don’t you know how to wait?” he said in a slightly strangled voice.
That damned smug smirk was back on the Antivan’s face, “My dear Warden, you look so stressed.” He said lightly, “Let me give you a massage hm? I can show you some more of my massage skills, yes?” The assassin's tone however, promised much more than a simple massage.
Thomais gaped at Zevran and he swallowed, “I… but I uh…”
Zevran’s face fell, “I already told you that where we went from the other night would be up to you. As I can see you do not want this, I will take my leave.” He sort of half smiled, “I was very worried about you Thomais, you did not seem to be taking this mission very well…” he half turned to go.
“Wait!” Thomais said a little too loudly, then a little quieter “I uh, Zevran please come here.”
The Antivan’s face lit up and he smirked again, “Come where?” his smirk transformed into a suggestive leer.
Thomais rolled his eyes and smiled, “Just sit down, and let me speak with you for a moment.”
Zevran nodded, and pulled himself all the way into the tent, taking a seat. “What is it you would like to discuss? I am yours.”
Thomais took a deep breath and then started speaking, “I’m not nervous about the upcoming battle, not really. It’s the waiting that really gets me. That’s why I decided to come back to camp, you know. Because I’d have gone mad if I’d stayed there any longer without something to do. Maker’s breath, I don’t even know how they do it. I’m surprised they hadn't all fled the village rather than trying to defend it.” He looked up into Zevran’s eyes. “I don’t know what to do. I’m the leader of this motley band, and I have no idea what to do… Walking undead? It sounds like something out of a nightmare.”
Zevran’s leer had faded and he stared at Thomais thoughtfully, “Well relaxation was a good idea, but you left out one very important step.” He leaned closer.
Thomais’s eyes grew a bit wild and his breath hitched a bit, “And what would that be?” he breathed.
“Me.” The Antivan said simply and pressed his advantage, crushing their lips together.
Thomais let out a moan and relaxed his hands from the pillow he was clutching, reaching up to caressed the other elf’s neck.
“That’s better Thomais…” Zevran murmured after he pulled back from the kiss, “Just relax, and let me help you…” And he leaned forward again, pressing a gentler kiss to the Warden’s lips. Zevran’s hands wandered southward and Thomais let out a soft gasp as the assassin cupped his returning erection. “Let’s get this pesky armor off, no?”
Thomais nodded eagerly and scrabbled to get his armor off, and then proceeded to help Zevran when he felt the other elf wasn’t moving fast enough.
Zevran chuckled, “Slow down, we have a few hours yet.”
Thomais swallowed heavily, “I know, that’s why I want to hurry.” His face lit up scarlet again, “I want this to take hours.”
Zevran’s grinned widened, “I assure you, it will. There will be multiple sessions for you before the fighting starts, your physician demands it. You need as much relaxation as we can fit into this afternoon.”
Thomais raised an eyebrow but acquiesced to Zevran’s sensual hands working through the knots in his shoulders. The Antivan was now straddling his lap, mercifully free of armor, and alternating between licks and bites along his neck, all the while those talented hands released the knots in his muscles.
Thomais was in heaven. He could feel his muscles relaxing, and it was almost as pleasurable as feeling his erection grinding against the Antivan’s ass. “Ah, Zev…” he whimpered quietly.
“Shh…” Zevran murmured against his neck, “We are in camp, remember? You do not want the others to hear what we are doing.”
Thomais nodded stupidly, and communicated his need by pressing up into Zevran.
“Ah, you are so impatient.” Zevran chuckled affectionately and pulled away from the man beneath him, “Here, let me give you a treat.” He scooted back until he could lie down, and began worshiping the paler elf’s chest and hips with his tongue, finally ending his journey with a light kiss at the tip of Thomais’s straining erection.
Thomais was staring at him glassy eyed, with his bottom lip clutched tight between his teeth as he tried to keep quiet.
“You’re doing so well trying to keep quiet my dear Warden.” Zevran practically purred, “Let me see if I can draw a noise out of you, hm?” With no further warning than that Zevran engulfed Thomais’s erection in his mouth.
Thomais’s eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he buried his hands into the soft hair of the Antivan. His hips thrust up, seemingly on their own, and he pulled at Zevran’s hair. Yet he didn’t make a sound.
Zevran chuckled around the cock in his mouth and proceeded to pull out every trick he knew in an effort to get the man below him to make some sort of noise.
Thomais was nearly biting through his lip at this point. Zevran wouldn’t stop humming, and using his tongue in ways the city elf hadn’t even thought possible. And the pressure every time the Antivan pulled back, Oh Maker. He thought to himself, I’m not going to make it…He whimpered, “Zev, I’m too close…”
“Aha!” Zevran let go of Thomais’s erection with a wet pop, “See? I did get you to make some noise. Now, let me worship you some more, yes?”
Thomais groaned heavily, but nodded anyway.
Zevran grinned gleefully and returned to his tortuous kisses, before his eyes widened with a thought, and he reached his arms up under his lover’s waist and hauled the younger elf’s hips upward. “Remember, keep it quiet.” He said mischievously, and spread his partner’s cheeks and gave a swift strong lick.
“Oh Maker!” Thomais exclaimed, “Zev, what?”
Zev didn’t reply, he just readied himself again and proceeded to turn his lover into a writhing mass of pleasure. He nibbled, licked, and probed using every technique he could remember. Then he pulled back, and waited for a moment.
Thomais sat up as best he could, “Zev that was…” he shook his head as if to clear it, “But you…” he was truly at a loss for words.
Zevran smiled, something surprisingly tender, and hauled himself up to hover over his lover, “Are you ready, my dear Thomais?”
Thomais shuddered, “I think I was ready about ten minutes ago Zev…” he tilted his head up and caught the other’s mouth in a gentle kiss, letting his tongue caress Zevran’s.
The assassin shuddered at the gentle way his lover treated him before he used his hands to move Thomais into a better position. He spat into his hand and tried to lube himself the best he could, “This will hurt.” He warned.
Thomais stared up at him and chuckled, “I don’t think so, every night before I’ve gone to bed since the other night I’ve…” his face lit up scarlet yet again.
“Well then, I don’t have to be gentle then do I?” Zevran said and pushed himself forward, buried to the hilt in one thrust. He groaned at the tight velvet heat surrounding him.
“Oh Maker Zev, I don’t think I’m…” Thomais said breathily.
Zevran smiled again and looked into Thomais’s bright green eyes, “Let yourself go, the others already know anyway, what is the harm in embarrassing them?” He pulled back and began to thrust gently, slowly.
Thomais’s head lolled to the side as a groan was ripped from him. “Oh Maker Zevran, can’t you go any faster?”
Zevran chuckled and fastened his lips to Thomais’s neck and he started thrusting faster, angled so he would hit his lover’s sweet spot with every thrust.
Thomais let out a rather girly high pitched moan and he felt his release curling like a spring in his belly. He started pushing himself back to meet Zevran’s thrusts, digging his nails into the Antivan’s back.
Zevran barely noticed the pain, it only added to the pleasure he was feeling, entwined with the younger man.
The city elf’s eyes closed tightly and he felt that coil in his belly release. The orgasm thundered through him and he bit Zevran’s shoulder to keep from crying out as his muscles all seized at once. He felt his seed, hot and sticky coating their bellies, and then felt warmth flooding him as Zevran came with a soft sigh.
Zevran rolled over to the side and smirked at the brunette, “I should give you a few moments, no?”
Thomais nodded weakly before propping himself up on his elbow, “Next time, though…” he said a bit breathily, “You bottom.” He said with a small smile.
Zevran laughed, quite loudly, “My dear Warden, I would be delighted. We have the rest of the day, after all…”
Anyway, on with the show xD
Thomais Tabris shifted nervously in his armor. It wasn’t the battle ahead which had him nervous, not really, it was the wait. It was still hours until nightfall, and he’d already spent most of the day trying to keep himself busy. He held up a hand and started checking a list off, “Convinced Owen to get to work, got that Dwarf and his lackeys to help the village… had to bribe him though…” he shuddered, “I don’t know what I’d done if that brute had taken me up on that… personal offer. Hrm, I’ve helped the knights out as best I can, Ser Perth was very happy with those amulets. I hope the confidence it gives them works.” He sighed, “And now there’s nothing left to do but wait…” he grumbled to himself. Then he sighed and spoke up, “Come on, let’s head back to camp. We’ll be back before nightfall Thomas, I promise.”
The guard looked like he wanted to protest, but he wasn’t about to argue with the Grey Wardens, and Thomais trudged out of the village with Shale, Alistair, and Zevran following behind him.
Once back to the camp they’d erected not too far from the city, Thomais retired to his tent without another word to reflect on his companions. Their conversations are very distracting… he told himself. Especially Shale’s constant comments about how squishy I am. The golem’s comments were making him nervous about the upcoming battle.
And Morrigan… oh Maker is she angry at me. I shouldn’t have slept with her, but I was lonely… and I really needed some stress relief. Especially since I knew Lothering was going to fall, ugh. Then he snorted and lay back, not like I would have gotten any from Alistair, straighter than a Dalish arrow that one is. And Leliana’s pretty and all, but she would have none of my compliments. Not to mention they’re all human. Ugh. And Sten… he shuddered to even think about the huge scary Qunari, He’s a wonderful fighter but it’s difficult to speak to him and he is NOT someone I’d want to get companionship from. He’s rather creepy...
Which led his thoughts straight to the one he’d been trying to avoid, Zevran… The other elf was beautiful, to be sure. And he’s a lot like me, well, sort of… Not really... he rolled onto his side, away from the entrance of his tent, we’ve already been through a lot together, and he really loved those gloves I’d given him I’m glad I didn’t sell them after we left the forest. The thought of the smile on Zevran’s face brought him a warm glow. I just don’t know how to deal with him. He gives me all those compliments, flirts with me even… And his comments about leather… and the rope… Why did I sleep with him!? Now I can’t get him out of my head. Thomais felt his breeches becoming uncomfortably tight and he flushed. I suppose there’s no harm in taking care of this… It might even relax me for the battle.
Just as he’d eased himself out of his breeches he heard a familiar Antivan voice at the front of his tent, “Warden? I wanted to check on you to see if you’re… Oh…” the tent flap opened and Zevran poked his head in.
Thomais flushed a brilliant scarlet and pulled his pillow over his now freed erection, “Don’t you know how to wait?” he said in a slightly strangled voice.
That damned smug smirk was back on the Antivan’s face, “My dear Warden, you look so stressed.” He said lightly, “Let me give you a massage hm? I can show you some more of my massage skills, yes?” The assassin's tone however, promised much more than a simple massage.
Thomais gaped at Zevran and he swallowed, “I… but I uh…”
Zevran’s face fell, “I already told you that where we went from the other night would be up to you. As I can see you do not want this, I will take my leave.” He sort of half smiled, “I was very worried about you Thomais, you did not seem to be taking this mission very well…” he half turned to go.
“Wait!” Thomais said a little too loudly, then a little quieter “I uh, Zevran please come here.”
The Antivan’s face lit up and he smirked again, “Come where?” his smirk transformed into a suggestive leer.
Thomais rolled his eyes and smiled, “Just sit down, and let me speak with you for a moment.”
Zevran nodded, and pulled himself all the way into the tent, taking a seat. “What is it you would like to discuss? I am yours.”
Thomais took a deep breath and then started speaking, “I’m not nervous about the upcoming battle, not really. It’s the waiting that really gets me. That’s why I decided to come back to camp, you know. Because I’d have gone mad if I’d stayed there any longer without something to do. Maker’s breath, I don’t even know how they do it. I’m surprised they hadn't all fled the village rather than trying to defend it.” He looked up into Zevran’s eyes. “I don’t know what to do. I’m the leader of this motley band, and I have no idea what to do… Walking undead? It sounds like something out of a nightmare.”
Zevran’s leer had faded and he stared at Thomais thoughtfully, “Well relaxation was a good idea, but you left out one very important step.” He leaned closer.
Thomais’s eyes grew a bit wild and his breath hitched a bit, “And what would that be?” he breathed.
“Me.” The Antivan said simply and pressed his advantage, crushing their lips together.
Thomais let out a moan and relaxed his hands from the pillow he was clutching, reaching up to caressed the other elf’s neck.
“That’s better Thomais…” Zevran murmured after he pulled back from the kiss, “Just relax, and let me help you…” And he leaned forward again, pressing a gentler kiss to the Warden’s lips. Zevran’s hands wandered southward and Thomais let out a soft gasp as the assassin cupped his returning erection. “Let’s get this pesky armor off, no?”
Thomais nodded eagerly and scrabbled to get his armor off, and then proceeded to help Zevran when he felt the other elf wasn’t moving fast enough.
Zevran chuckled, “Slow down, we have a few hours yet.”
Thomais swallowed heavily, “I know, that’s why I want to hurry.” His face lit up scarlet again, “I want this to take hours.”
Zevran’s grinned widened, “I assure you, it will. There will be multiple sessions for you before the fighting starts, your physician demands it. You need as much relaxation as we can fit into this afternoon.”
Thomais raised an eyebrow but acquiesced to Zevran’s sensual hands working through the knots in his shoulders. The Antivan was now straddling his lap, mercifully free of armor, and alternating between licks and bites along his neck, all the while those talented hands released the knots in his muscles.
Thomais was in heaven. He could feel his muscles relaxing, and it was almost as pleasurable as feeling his erection grinding against the Antivan’s ass. “Ah, Zev…” he whimpered quietly.
“Shh…” Zevran murmured against his neck, “We are in camp, remember? You do not want the others to hear what we are doing.”
Thomais nodded stupidly, and communicated his need by pressing up into Zevran.
“Ah, you are so impatient.” Zevran chuckled affectionately and pulled away from the man beneath him, “Here, let me give you a treat.” He scooted back until he could lie down, and began worshiping the paler elf’s chest and hips with his tongue, finally ending his journey with a light kiss at the tip of Thomais’s straining erection.
Thomais was staring at him glassy eyed, with his bottom lip clutched tight between his teeth as he tried to keep quiet.
“You’re doing so well trying to keep quiet my dear Warden.” Zevran practically purred, “Let me see if I can draw a noise out of you, hm?” With no further warning than that Zevran engulfed Thomais’s erection in his mouth.
Thomais’s eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he buried his hands into the soft hair of the Antivan. His hips thrust up, seemingly on their own, and he pulled at Zevran’s hair. Yet he didn’t make a sound.
Zevran chuckled around the cock in his mouth and proceeded to pull out every trick he knew in an effort to get the man below him to make some sort of noise.
Thomais was nearly biting through his lip at this point. Zevran wouldn’t stop humming, and using his tongue in ways the city elf hadn’t even thought possible. And the pressure every time the Antivan pulled back, Oh Maker. He thought to himself, I’m not going to make it…He whimpered, “Zev, I’m too close…”
“Aha!” Zevran let go of Thomais’s erection with a wet pop, “See? I did get you to make some noise. Now, let me worship you some more, yes?”
Thomais groaned heavily, but nodded anyway.
Zevran grinned gleefully and returned to his tortuous kisses, before his eyes widened with a thought, and he reached his arms up under his lover’s waist and hauled the younger elf’s hips upward. “Remember, keep it quiet.” He said mischievously, and spread his partner’s cheeks and gave a swift strong lick.
“Oh Maker!” Thomais exclaimed, “Zev, what?”
Zev didn’t reply, he just readied himself again and proceeded to turn his lover into a writhing mass of pleasure. He nibbled, licked, and probed using every technique he could remember. Then he pulled back, and waited for a moment.
Thomais sat up as best he could, “Zev that was…” he shook his head as if to clear it, “But you…” he was truly at a loss for words.
Zevran smiled, something surprisingly tender, and hauled himself up to hover over his lover, “Are you ready, my dear Thomais?”
Thomais shuddered, “I think I was ready about ten minutes ago Zev…” he tilted his head up and caught the other’s mouth in a gentle kiss, letting his tongue caress Zevran’s.
The assassin shuddered at the gentle way his lover treated him before he used his hands to move Thomais into a better position. He spat into his hand and tried to lube himself the best he could, “This will hurt.” He warned.
Thomais stared up at him and chuckled, “I don’t think so, every night before I’ve gone to bed since the other night I’ve…” his face lit up scarlet yet again.
“Well then, I don’t have to be gentle then do I?” Zevran said and pushed himself forward, buried to the hilt in one thrust. He groaned at the tight velvet heat surrounding him.
“Oh Maker Zev, I don’t think I’m…” Thomais said breathily.
Zevran smiled again and looked into Thomais’s bright green eyes, “Let yourself go, the others already know anyway, what is the harm in embarrassing them?” He pulled back and began to thrust gently, slowly.
Thomais’s head lolled to the side as a groan was ripped from him. “Oh Maker Zevran, can’t you go any faster?”
Zevran chuckled and fastened his lips to Thomais’s neck and he started thrusting faster, angled so he would hit his lover’s sweet spot with every thrust.
Thomais let out a rather girly high pitched moan and he felt his release curling like a spring in his belly. He started pushing himself back to meet Zevran’s thrusts, digging his nails into the Antivan’s back.
Zevran barely noticed the pain, it only added to the pleasure he was feeling, entwined with the younger man.
The city elf’s eyes closed tightly and he felt that coil in his belly release. The orgasm thundered through him and he bit Zevran’s shoulder to keep from crying out as his muscles all seized at once. He felt his seed, hot and sticky coating their bellies, and then felt warmth flooding him as Zevran came with a soft sigh.
Zevran rolled over to the side and smirked at the brunette, “I should give you a few moments, no?”
Thomais nodded weakly before propping himself up on his elbow, “Next time, though…” he said a bit breathily, “You bottom.” He said with a small smile.
Zevran laughed, quite loudly, “My dear Warden, I would be delighted. We have the rest of the day, after all…”