Dayton
Farron blinks at me, tears pooling in his eyes. I cross to him in two steps.
My chest still heaves with the exertion of the fight, the thrill of the battle coursing through my veins.
The final match was unlike anything I’d experienced in my entire life. I ended it quickly, efficiently, in a way that would have made Justus proud. With every strike of my sword, I thought of Farron. People love to call me an idiot, but what kind of person locks themselves in a cell?
Why had he done that?
I grab his face and press my lips to his cheek. “I won.”
Outside, I can still hear the chanting of my name. I’ll have to return to accept my victory soon. But the only thing that mattered was getting back to him.
“You won,” he murmurs against my skin.
“Let’s get you out of here,” I say, looking at the corner of the cell where I left the key.
“I can’t wait.” Farron surges forward, crashing his lips against mine.
The kiss is intense and untamed, and it’s precisely how I crave it. I feel like I’ve won so much more than the fight. Farron shivers against me, his body pressing into mine.
I pull away, my eyes tracking up to his, seeing his hands dangling above his head. “Hmm, I don’t want to release you yet.”
His eyes widen, and he gives a little moan of pleasure. Slowly, I kneel and open the golden buttons of his tunic, trailing my tongue down his soft skin before I stop above the waistband of his pants.
“Would you like me to touch you, Fare?”
“Yes.” He bucks his hips closer to my face. I can feel his hardness through his slacks; my own cock aches in similar fashion.
“Fuck,” I groan and strip his pants down to his boots. And damn if his cock isn’t gorgeous, hard and long and dripping with precum. “Does the thrill of battle make you ache, Farron?”
His breathing grows ragged as I stroke him slowly. “I need you.”
My eyes meet his, and I can see the sincerity in them. I lean forward, my lips grazing his length before I take him in my mouth, tasting his salty sweetness.
Farron moans, his hips thrusting as I move my lips up and down his hardness.
He makes a sound of pleasure as I run my tongue around the tip of his cock. His body trembles. He’s close. The thought ignites a primal ferocity within me.
I pull away, looking up with a satisfied smirk. “Now I’m definitely not letting you out of these chains.”
Then I take his entire length to the back of my throat.
He lets out a deep moan, and his hot seed explodes in my mouth. I swallow greedily, and when he’s spent, I lick his cock clean. Fuck, he tastes amazing.
I stroke his still-twitching member. My hand continues its slow teasing.
“Please, Dayton,” Farron begs. He must know I can’t deny him a thing. “I need you inside me.”
I stand and push the leather down my legs, my cock on full display. Spitting on my fingers, I press my shaft against his stomach and reach around to stroke his entrance.
“You ready for me, Fare?”
He nods, wild hair falling in his face.
I lift him, pressing him to the sandstone wall. He wraps his legs around my waist. My hard length pushes against his entrance. He gasps, his eyes fluttering closed as I slide inside. We both moan as I thrust deep, filling him.
I drive into him hard, our moans echoing off the chamber. His body quivers beneath me as he makes his way closer and closer to the edge.
