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Skrimm squirmed under the normally harsh gaze of Jornir. However, the firbolg's gaze was one of sadness and possibly pity.
"Why can't I compliment you?" Jornir asked in his normal monotone.
"Why do you have to make it weird," Skrimm asked, he avoided the gaze but still could feel it bore into him, "We were just having sex."
"I apologize I was under the impression that sex can include talking and or pet names." Jornir explained. He didn't think telling Skrimm he enjoyed this was an insult.
"I would rather you just fuck me silently," Skrimm tried to joke.
Jornir's eye lit up in understanding, "Do you not think you deserve praise?"
Skrimm squirmed uncomfortable again.
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Jornir watched as Skrimm continued to look as if he couldn't decide if he should argue with the firbolg or if he should bite his tongue and let it happen.
"You've been good for me." The firbolg tested the waters as he leaned over the goblin. Watching him squirm more, the flush that overtook his cheeks grew.
Brushing the back of his hand against the other's cheek, Jornir continued even as he saw the tears starting to prick the corner of Skrimm's eyes. Continuing to press forward with his hands gripping Skrimm's hips.
"You've been listening to me this time. Obedient." Voice low in tone as the goblin's tears started to trickle down his cheeks. The firbolg continued as the tears did not seem to be from pain.
Taking Skrimm's hand, he tugged the goblin up and into his lap as he started to pet him. "Do you think you can continue to be good for me to keep going?" Even though his monotone voice carried little in the tone of the question, the way Jornir's eyes locked onto Skrimm's tearful ones was enough for the goblin to sniffle before nodding.
A feeling deep in his chest had started to settle in his stomach, having him wiggle his hips against the larger man as the blush settled against his cheeks and chest. "I guess." Skrimm looked away to try to hide what dignity he felt he had left.
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“Good. You are going to be so good for me, Skrimm, I know you are. You’re going to try and take it all, because you are a valuable member of the group, and you would never back down from a challenge.”
Skrimm had his doubts but he also had a gallon of lube and an overwhelming urge to sit on the colossal hog he was looking at, so he nodded eagerly and tried to position himself above Jornir’s slick cock.
“Only a man who was 6’4 and rowed for UC Davis could do what you are about to do, Skrimm.”
“That’s me, I am six four!” Skrimm agreed as he felt the tip of Jornir’s — oh fuck, it was huge! “I mean. I might be a little under six four…”
‘Nonsense. You have always said it, ‘I am six four and I row for UC Davis’, and now you are going to prove it.” Jornir’s huge hands gripped his hips, thumbs and fingers meeting around the goblin’s pelvis as he eased him down.
“Holy fucking shit Jornir!” Skrimm resisted the urge to stand up and walk away, weeks of prep be damned.
“Yes, you’re so big and tall, Skrimm, it is barely an inconvenience for you,” Jornir ground Skrimm’s slack hole onto his cock, making it feel anything but loose and well-prepared. “You feel so good, Skrimm.”
Skrimm felt flushed and stretched, heart pounding with adrenaline as the head of Jornir’s cock filled him completely, stretching him open like a fist.
“Look at you, taking it in.”
“I can’t - I can’t take it!”
Jornir laughed. “Perhaps not, but you will be getting an A for effort.”