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Kirk Tabris	By : YGuy Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 6014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Wedding Day

A dream, that was what it had been, a wonderful, wonderful dream; scores of naked bodies writhing together, sweaty backs and hands groping as everyone’s lips sought to latch onto some part of him. It was a wonderful, wonderful dream, albeit a literal one and not one come true for the poor alienage elf. Little did he know that he had woken into a nightmare, his eyes cracking open, catching a glimpse of his cousin Shianni leaning over him, it took him a moment but her presence registered and he quickly pulled the grotty covers of his bed taught, and over him hoping she hadn’t caught sight of his morning wood, unintelligible questions about her presence escaping his lips in a slur.
“Come on Kirk, don’t you remember what today is?” she responded, having caught the gist of his mumbling, her voice far too enthusiastic to be using on someone who had just woken up. Kirk brushed some sleep out of his brown eyes and proceeded to stare blankly at Shianni, half-lidded, as he ran through all the possibilities in his mind.
“Summerday?” he finally questioned with raised eyebrows and a vain hope, from Shianni’s laughter he could only assume it wasn’t.
“No, you idiot” she jabbed playfully, “It’s your wedding day: Nesiara; your betrothed, she’s come early!”
Now Kirk was very awake, his right hand running slowly through his short, dirty blonde hair, noticing the distress splayed over his tattooed face Shianni moved over and sat on the bed beside him, wrapping an arm around him and giving his arm a reassuring squeeze.
“Hey come on Kirk, you don’t need to worry, it’ll be fine. Plus, I hear she’s gorgeous”
Kirk turned to Shianni and gave her a weak smile, appreciating her support and encouragement though none the better for it; she, along with his father, still didn’t quite understand why the young male was so hesitant to go ahead with this arranged marriage.
Soon after, Shianni left and Kirk reluctantly dressed himself in his wedding clothes; noble wear woven in hues of rich purple and blue, though his pants were a trifle difficult to get on, his ample erection not having gone away despite his time spent talking with Shianni, though this was not too unusual for him, his erections would usually persist day and night until properly taken care of. He could have jerked off to solve the problem but he knew his father was in the other room and had no doubt been listening in up till this point and would continue to until the young elf had left his room properly dressed.
A less than energetic presentation by Kirk to his father; Cyrion, quickly followed and after yet another hopeless argument between the two about the marriage going ahead Kirk left the house to go find Soris. Snapping a twig underfoot the first step he took outside the door, he looked down and admired his new footwear; cured leather boots his mother used to wear, pushed into his hands after his argument with his father, a wedding gift and a sign of appeasement he assumed.
He supposed there was no helping it now, there was nowhere for him to run away to and he couldn’t just refuse to marry the girl; this marriage was going to happen whether he liked it or not, though, he might as well pretend to be cheery about it; for everyone else’s sakes, after all, that was what this marriage was really about.
Kirk made his way through the Alienage seeking out his cousin Soris; another “lucky” groom, not that he could blame people for arranging a combined wedding, money was tight. Even so, his well-wishers had managed to scrounge up some money for him and by the time he found Soris his pockets were jingling with silver and bronze; gifts from those who were happy for him which at least meant the day was making someone happy.
Soris, who had been leaning on the wall of a nearby shack waved to his blonde cousin as he draw closer, Kirk checked out Soris’ wedding clothes; very similar in design to his but a less flattering orange and green. Unlike Kirk who kept his hair very short and simple, Soris, with his dark brown grew it a little longer and today, like most days had the front of his hair spiked, the boyish charm of it offsetting the unappealing colour combination of his garb.
“So, my lucky cousin, ready to spend our last hours of freedom together?” greeted Soris light-heartedly, Kirk smirked at his cousin’s comment, cheered slightly by his jovial nature and by the implicit question. Soris smirked back and taking his weight off the wall took a few steps and turned down into an alley with Kirk right behind him.
“So you really don’t want to get married, huh? Even if she’s the most beautiful woman in all of Ferelden?” asked Soris, only half-jokingly, eliciting an annoyed sigh from Soris. His cousin knew why he had objections but he still insisted on just making sure at every chance he got, probably for the bride’s sake. The two entered an abandoned shack they hung out in all the time and closed the door behind them, dropping them into gloom barely illuminated by streaks of sunlight pouring through holes in the timbering.
Kirk grabbed Soris by the shoulder and spun him around to face him, before pressing his lips fiercely to his cousin’s, giving the other groom the answer to his question. The pair shuffled towards the back wall, tongues writhing in each other’s mouths, breaking the kiss as Soris’ back bumped up against solid wood. Kirk wasted no time, the blonde elf’s hands roaming his cousin’s clothed torso moving then to his crotch, massaging him through the material of his expensive wedding trousers, stopping just long enough to unfasten and drop the brunette’s pants and underwear as he dropped to his knees.
He pinched Soris’ half hard member between two fingers as hot breath wafted from his mouth and over the velvety head, his cousin inhaling deeply as he did. He leaned a little closer, rubbing the dick slowly between the two fingers, dragging the foreskin back and forth as it grew under his touch. Kirk opened his mouth and slid his cousin’s thick dick into his mouth and without it making contact with his mouth he exhaled deeply on it before pulling back off it. He lifted his gaze to Soris, while he lazily pumped the dick to raging fullness, chuckling slightly at the brunette’s annoyed expression, revealed by a stray beam of sunlight.
Kirk quickly soothed his cousin by lapping gently at his cock head with the tip of his tongue eliciting a small sigh of appreciation from the brunette, but a hand squeezing his shoulder softly told him that his cousin wanted more. Eager to comply, he brought his tongue to the base of Soris’ cock and licked his way up the hard meat at a tortuously slow pace, flicking lightly over the piss slit as he hit the top.
Soris’ staccato sighs were broken with a gasp as Kirk wrapped his lips around the head, sucking softly before sliding the shaft into his mouth. He took the thick dick deep into his throat, his nose pressed into Soris’ pubes; he savoured the musk, inhaling deeply, as he held the dick as long as he could before sliding it out of his mouth with a pop. Kirk stroked the slick member rhythmically now, with slight twists of his wrist and the flicking of his tongue over the head earning soft groans of approval. Without warning he had surrounded Soris’ cock once more, bobbing enthusiastically, thick pouty lips massaging the length, his hand now busy tugging softly on the brunette’s balls causing the other elf’s groans to escalate into panting moans.
Kirk worked Soris like this for a few minutes; the tremor building in the latter’s stomach alerting the blonde to his impending orgasm; however Soris wasn’t going to let it end without a little more fun. Grabbing the side of Kirk’s tattooed face he slowed the bobbing of his cousin before sliding him off his hard and wet dick, his other hand gripping the base of his dick as he held it out in front of the blonde’s face. Kirk opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue like a panting dog, his cousin leaning closer to slap his dick on Kirk’s tongue, rubbing it over his tastebuds before grabbing Kirk by the back of his head and ramming his dick down his throat. Kirk was honestly surprised by the sudden motion and gagged around the pulsing cock as Soris ground it in his cousin’s throat; the brunette’s eyes squeezed shut with pleasure, small gasps escaping from tightly clamped teeth.
“Oh shit, Kirk, I’m gonna-“
Kirk coughed and spluttered as Soris withdrew his dick from his cousin’s throat and mouth, and gave it a few more hard strokes, his hand grabbing Kirk’s face to lift it as his cock erupted, the thick globs of creamy semen blotting out the black tattoos on the blonde’s face. Soris let go of Kirk’s face and collapsed back against the wall, sagging down to the ground, a content expression on his face as he rubbed his softening dick in fond remembrance.
“Maker, I hope my betrothed is as good as you. If she isn’t, do you think they‘ll let me trade her for you?” whispered Soris to himself, his words going unheard by Kirk.
As usual Soris had no intention of attending to Kirk’s rather prominent erection and he wouldn’t want him rubbing one off in front of him either, so he sat there, face dripping with cum as his cousin milked the last few drops from his dick. Soris opened his eyes as the bliss began to fade and saw his cum sprayed cousin watching him, with one hand he lazily motioned for the other to come a little closer, grabbing the well-worn and crusty cum rag they kept in the shack with the other. He dabbed and wiped the semen from Kirk’s face and drew the blonde in for a deep kiss, the tattooed elf melting into it, loose bits of cum from his lips that Soris had missed mixing with saliva in their mouths.
When they finally broke from the kiss, Kirk rolled off to the side and Soris began to clean the spit and semen off his now soft cock before tucking himself back into his underwear and then pants. Inhaling deeply to regain his composure, he slowly rose to his feet and turned to look down at Kirk; his blonde cousin, still leaning against the shack wall, he smiled and offered him a hand up.
“So, my lucky cousin, you ready to get married?” asked Soris nonchalantly, a disapproving frown the only response from Kirk.
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