Of course that was how Fridgar wanted to deal with Alistair's stress. He was a physical man, so he'd have physical solutions. It just so happened that the mage could scarcely find himself resisting, as the overwhelmingly larger man eclipsed him in his embrace, taking for himself every spot of sensitive flesh and smooth skin. Fridgar's strength paralyzed his mate, who found his chest too light and his body too enamored to really return with much solid rhetoric.
"Okay," he whispered, in-between kisses, as he melted into his lover. Alistair had come to desire the Lotharro strongly, there was no doubting that. His articulation and senses completely diminished as they kept contact, Fridgar dominating him to his will. In the matters of intellect, perhaps Alistair was the progenitor of the two... but in the body, the touch, the compulsion of desire, his first instinct had been to let Fridgar do with him as he desired.
Theirs was a mutual desire, after all, and one he could no longer see himself living without.
"Y...you," he attempted to speak as the Lothar ravished his lips, "you've done well today, love," he stated, his body growing hot as his nerves tensed. He desperately sought to at least approach these desires by his own terms, but alas, he'd magnificently failed in doing so. Regardless, he was not going to use Thespian again. He was going to approach this carnal act on his own terms, and rather than submitting to Syroa's machinations, he'd utilize the mark his own way, capturing the Lothar's desires and seeing them inflamed. He would not be content with total submission for long.
Alistair's eyes glowed an amber shade, and as they did, Fridgar would find his body ignited by passion and desire. He exerted himself fully, accepting his gift in this moment, if only to satisfy the man who so greatly satisfied him. Alistair caught his lips with his own, equally, their tongues dancing together as their lips crashed into a ravenous rhythm. Alistair rapidly began to undress his lover, pulling away at the confines of his shirt, and leaning hungrily into the mass that was his perfectly defined form.
"Okay," he whispered, in-between kisses, as he melted into his lover. Alistair had come to desire the Lotharro strongly, there was no doubting that. His articulation and senses completely diminished as they kept contact, Fridgar dominating him to his will. In the matters of intellect, perhaps Alistair was the progenitor of the two... but in the body, the touch, the compulsion of desire, his first instinct had been to let Fridgar do with him as he desired.
Theirs was a mutual desire, after all, and one he could no longer see himself living without.
"Y...you," he attempted to speak as the Lothar ravished his lips, "you've done well today, love," he stated, his body growing hot as his nerves tensed. He desperately sought to at least approach these desires by his own terms, but alas, he'd magnificently failed in doing so. Regardless, he was not going to use Thespian again. He was going to approach this carnal act on his own terms, and rather than submitting to Syroa's machinations, he'd utilize the mark his own way, capturing the Lothar's desires and seeing them inflamed. He would not be content with total submission for long.
Alistair's eyes glowed an amber shade, and as they did, Fridgar would find his body ignited by passion and desire. He exerted himself fully, accepting his gift in this moment, if only to satisfy the man who so greatly satisfied him. Alistair caught his lips with his own, equally, their tongues dancing together as their lips crashed into a ravenous rhythm. Alistair rapidly began to undress his lover, pulling away at the confines of his shirt, and leaning hungrily into the mass that was his perfectly defined form.
This was a pretty fun read, and since I knew next to nothing about Rupturing, I got to learn a little bit while I read. I didn’t see any errors and both your writing is just really entertaining for me. If you feel I’ve missed anything, please PM me so we can fix it!