Justice Stream!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Because I got two responses--one wanting Llewelyn to top and the other Lawfer--I decided to write two alternate endings. This one is where Llewelyn tops.

I apologize to anyone who thinks the "dirty talk" is OOC. But remember, it's impossible to tell what anyone will be like in bed. :) So I ask you to read with an open mind...which you probably already have if you're reading this.

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“…inside you.”

Lawfer started at Llewelyn’s words. “Inside…me?” he squeaked. This was what he had been dreaming of, fantasizing about for countless nights…but was he ready? He knew this was how men coupled—his friends joked about it occasionally—but was it really possible?

Llewelyn smiled and kissed Lawfer passionately, manipulating the latter’s tongue as he saw fit. Lawfer moaned as he felt the archer’s hands caress his body, slowly leaning forward until the two of them lay on the cool grass.

Llewelyn looked down at Lawfer. “I love your eyes,” he whispered, and kissed him again. This time, when he broke away, he took Lawfer’s shoulders in his hands and gently turned Lawfer over so he was lying on his stomach. Then, he walked over to his clothes and pulled something out of his pocket.

“It’s a medicinal balm for wounds,” he explained to Lawfer as he knelt down behind him, “but it makes a good lubcricant, too.”

“L…lubricant?” Lawfer hated this waiting—it was worse than when he had first prepared to confess his love to Llewelyn. He could not remember a time when he had been so nervous.

“Of course. If I went in without some sort of lubrication, it would hurt too much.”

“Oh.” Lawfer was embarrassed by his ignorance, but Llewelyn didn’t seem to notice. He dipped his fingers into the balm and applied a liberal amount to his penis, which was rock-hard with anticipation. When he was finished, he gathered up some more with his fingers, which he then inserted into Lawfer’s hole.

“Ohhhh…Oh gods!” Lawfer cried, instinctively pushing his hips back. He didn’t realize it, but Llewelyn had hit his prostate gland—his male “G-spot.”

It wasn’t just that, however. For the first time, Lawfer felt the intimacy and closeness of being penetrated, of submitting to someone, exposing his most vulnerable area.

Llewelyn smiled. “You like that? Just wait until you feel what comes next.” He added a third finger, spreading them apart as far as he could, getting Lawfer used to the feeling as he continued to moan. Finally, he withdrew his fingers and prepared to enter Lawfer.

“Now remember,” he said slowly, “there’s no way I can make it so it won’t hurt. It probably will. I’m going to do my best to be gentle and go in slowly. If it gets to be too much, let me know, okay?”

Lawfer bravely grit his teeth and answered, “Okay.”

Llewelyn put his hands on Lawfer’s hips and nudged the head of his cock against the opening to Lawfer’s ass. “All right…I’m coming in!”

Lawfer whimpered as Llewelyn began to push, the crown moving past his sphincter and settling itself inside.

“Are you okay?” Llewelyn asked, his voice full of concern. “Is that too much?”

“No,” Lawfer panted, shaking his head, “it’s not enough. Please, Llewelyn, go deeper!”

Llewelyn obeyed, and began to push harder. He greatly relished Lawfer’s pleasured cries and moans as he went deeper, deeper inside the blond spearman.

To Lawfer, Llewelyn’s cock seemed even bigger inside him. He wondered how much he was already taking. He wondered how much his anal entrance was being stretched by the width. If the pain was any indication, it was being stretched quite a bit…but he didn’t mind. He enjoyed the pain, and the intensity of feeling so…full.

“All right,” Llewelyn moaned, his own arousal growing from having his penis caressed by Lawfer’s rectal muscles, “I’m almost all the way in. Just one more push!” and he pressed on until his cock was fully buried inside Lawfer’s bowels.

Lawfer was on his knees with his ass in the air, and all he could see was the grass in front of him. Somehow, his limited vision and relative powerlessness increased his arousal even more. “Llewelyn,” he groaned, “please…” He didn’t know what to say. All he knew was that he wanted him to do something.

Llewelyn began to pull out, and Lawfer was about to ask what was wrong when he felt the fair-headed archer thrust his cock back inside, harder than before, and he cried out:

“Oh, gods, Llewelyn! Yes! Please, f…f…fuck me!”

He was neither shocked nor embarrassed by his words. At this point, all he wanted was for Llewelyn to fuck him, pound him, make him scream.

Llewelyn pulled out a bit, and rammed his lover again. He kept this up, driving his cock what felt deeper with every thrust.

“Oh, yes…” sighed Llewelyn as he fucked Lawfer. “It’s so tight…Oh, Lawfer, it feels amazing inside you! Do you like this? Do you like taking my big, hard cock up your ass? Do you like having me fuck you!?”

“Ahhhh!” Lawfer’s cries told Llewelyn more than words possibly could. “Oh, gods…Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop! Fuck me harder! Harder!” he begged. He began to laugh, delirious with the pleasure.

Llewelyn, although he was trying to draw this out as long as possible, knew he couldn’t hang on much longer. Lawfer’s words were driving him crazy. “Lawfer, I…oh gods! I’m coming! I’m going to come inside your tight, hot little ass! Can you take it?”

Lawfer screamed as Llewelyn filled his insides with loads of hot, sticky cum, and he came shortly after, his cock spurting his seed onto his tight belly.

Llewelyn’s head buzzed, his mind swimming with incomprehensible expressions of pleasure, and he continued to fuck Llewelyn until, his cock getting smaller and softer, he pulled out and fell backwards onto the grass.

Lawfer was already lying on his side, his asshole still twitching, his erection slowly fading as he tried to gather his thoughts. He had done it. He had confessed his love to Llewelyn, and he had been fucked by Llewelyn. He had engaged in the ultimate expression of love. He could die happy now.

He opened his eyes to see Llewelyn smiling at him, lying next to him.

“That was excellent,” the archer whispered. “I’ve never been with someone as wonderful as you. I love you, Lawfer.”

“I love you, too,” Lawfer murmured, his eyelids growing heavy. “I thought to myself…every night, I thought to myself that I didn’t want to die before I could tell you how I felt. But now I’m not afraid of Ragnarok coming too soon, because you’re here with me, and I can lie next to you and talk to you like this.”

The two shared one last, passionate kiss before falling into a deep sleep.

***

Lorenta and Arngrim returned to find the two men sleeping naked, side by side.

“Well,” Lorenta said, “it looks like our plan worked.” Arngrim nodded.

“But,” she added, “they’ll be embarrassed if they wake up and find us here. We should probably leave, and stay away until they wake up and dress themselves.”

“Yeah,” Arngrim agreed. He turned to Lorenta. “I’m bored. Do you want to have sex?”

“Um…No.”

“Just thought I’d ask.”

The two walked back in the direction from which they’d came, not noticing the glimpse of silver hair the peeked out from behind a tree.

“This is not my task,” sighed the Battle-maiden, staring at the two golden-headed men before her. “I am no Goddess of Love.”

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