The Keep

Jumwa's room seemed dark even though he had lit it brightly with many candles all about. Vel thought it romantic in an odd way.

He clasped his hands up high over his head, swivelling his hips in sharp jerks, his thin kilt swaying as he did. His bare back faced the hulking Jumwa, but he turned his head to look over his shoulder, smirking seductively to the other man as he lowered his clasped hands down atop his hair. He thrust his hips forward in his own rhythmic dance before spinning about on one heel to face the masculine troll.

The broad and attractive Jumwa'jin stood, feet planted firmly apart, with his back arched behind him and a large hand running down over his bare stomach, so that his fingers crept inside the edge of his kilt.

Matching the other troll's stance as he stared across at him, Vel wet his index finger and brought it to one of his nipples, twisting it by the metal ring piercing that ran through it. As he did, he licked his lips enticingly at Jumwa and ran a free hand down over his own bare stomach, creeping over the black spade-shaped tattoo where his pubic hair would have been had he not shaved it.

The two men stood opposite each other, hands perched above their members, hidden beneath their kilts. Jumwa looked across at Vel; the other troll's leather top, already leaving little to the imagination, was hanging from one shoulder, exposing it. Jumwa rolled his hips lower stomach and hips towards the other troll slowly, smirking and turning his face towards the overly large bed as he did so.

Vel's eyes trailed down the much more masculine troll's body and shivered at the sight of his rolling hips. Twirling about slowly, he moved closer to Jumwa. Reaching his aqua coloured hands out, he trailed his fingers down the chiselled stony abs of the pale blue troll, then up again to his broad pecs. Jumwa smirked down at the shorter troll, his forward leg twitching as he tapped his sandaled foot.

Those aqua-green hands trailed back down the blue chest, fingers hooking inside Jumwa's kilt, pulling it down an inch so that the white pubic hair peeked above.

Jumwa's nearest hand slid down, stopping the other troll momentarily as he reached his free hand up to Vel's face. Vel shut his eyes and nuzzled his cheek against the large, coarse palm as it passed across his face, then up through his soft golden hair.

The Chieftain continued the rolling gesture of his hips as he held the other troll's head in his hand, his fingers slipping through the unusually soft and golden hair. He then moved it over Vel's ear, caressing it before coming down to his shoulder and pulling the top away from his other shoulder, leaving both of Vel's shoulders bare, Jumwa's massive hand gripping one roughly.

Vel's eyes fluttered open and he looked up at Jumwa, guided either by the hand of the domineering male or his own desire, he couldn't tell. He kissed at the solid pecs and up around Jumwa's collar bone. When he tried to kiss the massive troll on the lips, he felt the hand on his shoulder push him down, and he went down gladly. Vel reveled in kissing along the contours of his abs while his hands, still grasping the top of Jumwa's kilt, pulled it down another couple inches, so that when he kissed the white pubic hair, the base of the other mans sizable cock was visible.

Jumwa gazed back over the bed, as if coy, while the other man kissed the very base of his shaft. Before the other troll could pull the kilt down any further, however, Jumwa twisted him about by his steely grip on the smooth shoulder. Crouching slightly, Jumwa laid both of his hands on Vel's hips, gripping them, rhythmically thrusting his hips forward, pressing the bulge in his kilt into the leather clad ass of the other man.

Vel shut his eyes and reached one hand behind him, clasping onto Jumwa's hip as he rolled with the rhythmic humping. His free hand went to his lower stomach and promptly inside his kilt; though out of view, obviously jerking at his own erection.

Vel moaned softly as his hand tightly wrapped about his shaft, beating it beneath the leather kilt as the other troll was, in his own mind at least, pounding his back end. He wantonly ground back against the other mans shaft, not losing their joint rhythm as he stood bent forward.

One of Jumwa's hands slid up from Vel's hip, over the front of his stomach and up to the other troll's toned chest, pulling him up right, so that Vel's back met Jumwa's chest. Jumwa's other hand, facing the bed, slid inside Vel's kilt and went around to his front. The two troll's hands met there, and Vel quivered when the coarse fingertips grazed his manhood.

In an act of confused bashfulness, Vel seemed to blush, then blush again harder as Jumwa's hand loosened the clasp, so that the kilt fell down in front, exposing his aqua-green, circumcised cock, clasped in his hand. The shaft was but a pale shadow of the other troll's, but a smooth cylinder with a full head, beautiful without being overly large; a gold ringed band through the tip. Standing, leaning back against the delicious pale-blue troll, he was reminded of the other mans female lover on the bed.