Merciful || Ivar the Boneless

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•Japanese Denim - Daniel Caesar• (everything feels much more sensual with it)

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"Where did you go?"

"For the cloth and soap." Ivar didn't say anything even though he knew she went out.

Eira slowly walked to him, holding those items in her hands. Ivar was sitting in a way that his back was facing her. She knelt down, taking the cloth and getting it wet. Then she used a little bit of soap and slowly began to rub his shoulders; gently and slowly. Ivar let out a moan when her hand grabbed his shoulder to get a better access, causing Eira to smile.

"You should join me," Ivar said in a sensual voice. Eira thought about it but she wasn't sure. She didn't know how it will make her feel.

Ivar turned around, realizing what he has asked for. "If you don't want to, that's fine with me. Whatever you wish," he said, giving her a little understanding smile. Eira bit her lip, hesitating.

"Turn around," she said. Slowly she grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head. The contact of chilly air with her skin caused her to shiver.

While undressing, Ivar moved a little to make enough space for Eira. The whole time he didn't turn around, completely respecting her privacy. Eira slowly dived in one leg, the other following, her hands covering her chest even though Ivar was turned around, she felt the need to do it.

Once her whole body was under the water, Ivar spoke up: "Can I turn around now?" He wanted to be as careful with her as he could be.

"Yes," she said, her hands still hiding her chest. Her heart was beating fast, her arms even though the water was more than warm, were covered by goosebumps.

Ivar slowly turned around, his cheeks were in a shade of red. Eira was sitting in front of him, her knees bent so nothing could be seen.

For a while they were just staring into each other's eyes; almost like an ice and fire. Ivar bit his lip, not moving an inch because he was too careful to not scare her or make her uncomfortable.

"You know you can breathe, right?" Ivar blinked, not realizing he was holding his breath. He exhaled, slightly smiling.

"Can I move a little closer to you? I want to wash your back," his cheeks had a pinkish tone. He was so different, almost innocent.

Eira looked down, unsure. She then took a deep breath in and nodded. Her one hand grabbed the edge of the tub, to help her spin around, while the other was still managing to cover her chest.

Ivar slowly moved closer, dragging his legs underwater was easier. He reached out for the soap and cloth, carefully soaking it and as gently as possible he pressed it against Eira's shoulder. She stiffed a little but relaxed after a few soft moves.

Ivar's breath was sending chills down her spine, causing her to shiver. "You don't have to cover yourself in front of me," he said, his breath on her ear.

Eira slowly let her arms go away from her chest, grabbing the tub. Her nipples were just below the surface, hard from the excitement she didn't know she could ever have. Her heart was beating like crazy when Ivar's other hand slid down her back, slowly brushing her every scar and ending up resting on her hip. Eira gasped for an air, causing Ivar to smile. He kissed her on her neck swiftly.

"You can turn around now," he said as he threw aside the cloth and soap. Eira froze. Even though she wanted, her body wasn't listening. She swallowed loudly, her throat was that dry.

"Can you help me with that?" Ivar didn't understand at first but he gently touched her arm, slowly turning her around.

Her eyes immediately locked with his, finding the comfort she needed. Even though Ivar was curious and wanted to see her whole body in its beauty, he didn't leave her eyes. Not for a second.

"Come here," he whispers, giving her his warmest smile. Eira tried to breathe properly, her hand grabbing Ivar's. There was still a little space between them. Their fingers intertwined. Ivar carefully touched Eira's chin, bringing her closer. His eyes couldn't get enough of her. "I,-" Eira shushed him. "Don't speak, just kiss me."

Ivar did as she said which was very unusual because Ivar doesn't do what anyone tells him. He's stubborn but that doesn't apply at Eira's presence. He's a new man with her and even though he doesn't want to admit it, he likes it. 

After a while of tender kisses, Ivar's tongue asked for permission to enter which Eira gave him by opening her mouth. Their tongues intertwined, tasting each other. Of course, Ivar wanted more, but he didn't want to push Eira, completely understanding her feelings. His hand slid down from her face to her arm, grabbing it awkwardly because he didn't know where else it would be okay to touch Eira.

Eira opened her eyes and looked down at his hand. She smiled while kissing him. Then she took his hand in hers, sliding it down, over her breast, brushing her nipple which made her shiver and resting it on her hip. Ivar gasped for air, not expecting Eira's action. She had a slight smile on her face. Her hands grabbed his shoulders, bringing him closer. She whispered to his ear: "I'm ready, Ivar."

Ivar again gasped for air. "Are you certain?" She nodded, placing her legs by Ivar's sides. Not once she looked away from his eyes. She bit her lip, causing Ivar to hungrily kiss her. "Wait," he broke it. "Is it okay for me to touch you?" he needed to hear it first.

"Anywhere you want," her lips immediately kissing him. Ivar's hand travelled down to his crotch, realizing something he thought was impossible. He was hard which he thought could never happen. Maybe it wasn't his fault back with Margrethe, maybe it was the fact he wasn't really attracted to her. She didn't make him feel like this. "What's wrong?" Eira asked him.

"Nothing, there's nothing wrong with me!" he yelled full of happiness. Eira didn't understand but it didn't matter because Ivar felt complete and he wanted it as much as Eira. He grabbed her chin, lifting it up, his lips connecting with a skin on her neck. Eira let out a moan, her arms resting on his shoulders.

Ivar's hand slid from her chin to her right breast, gently squeezing it. His lips still sucking on her neck. His fingertips playing with her nipple, making her moan again. Eira's right hand disappeared in the water, grabbing his whole length in her palm. Ivar moaned against her skin as she moved her hand up. Eira shifted a little to get a better access. His hands moved too. One was resting on her hip, the other one was squeezing her buttcheek. Eira slowly sat on him, his tip entering her. They were both moaning into each other's mouth.

"Eira," her name rolled out of his tongue, while she slowly began to move. Eira tilted her head, warmth filling her whole body. The tempo was getting faster. Ivar's hands were now both squeezing her bottom, supporting her in her movement. The faster it became, the more water spilt out on the floor. "Ivar," she moaned his name.

"Eira," he couldn't help but say it passionately. She grabbed his face, kissing him. Both felt the climax coming, they looked at each other. Eira nodded and Ivar moaned as he came. The tempo started to slow down. "Oh, Ivar!" she screamed satisfied as she reached the climax. She stopped moving, still feeling the whole Ivar's length inside of her. Her forehead leaned against his, both breathing heavily.

She kissed him one more time before standing up, getting from their bath full of sexual sparkles and fully naked, still wet laying down in his bed. Ivar was left there sitting, absorbing all the things that have happened a few seconds ago. His life didn't seem so miserable anymore. He licked his lips, watching her naked lying in his bed. His eyes then looked down in the water.

"I'm a real man," he whispered, a smile creeping on his face.

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If it was terrible, I'm really sorry. This is the first smut I've ever written.