Warnings : I don't think I need to explain much. Just..enjoy. Oh also, be careful just incase any words upset or trigger :(

Roman sat on the bed, hands gliding up and down his sheathed and covered sword. He wasn't gonna touch the blade, obviously. That would give him an ouchie :(
His thought filled with innapropriate thoughts, gently bringing the handle of the sword in-between his legs to pathetically grind against. My man's Roman was so horny for an inanimate object. Wow, quarantine sure is getting to him. Huh.

Roman let out soft, pathetic moans as he grinded his hardening cock against the handle, he gently stroked the covered blade of the sword, like it was a big throbbing succulent COCK. (One day I'll write seriously, I promise.)
He was quick to become needy, taking his cock out his smart pants and continuing to grind it against the handle of the sword. He felt all the grooves and textures, shuddering in pleasure as his cock leaked pre-cum over the handle, basically lubing it up.

He removed the sheath, admiring the smooth cold sword. Roman moved a hand down, gently moving his cock to touch the cool metal. One wrong move and he'd have his very own homemade salami.
The cool feeling sent him closer to the verge of a climax, he gently rubbed the sword against it, letting out louder moans the closer he got. And it drove him crazy, the cold metal on his warm skin. It was a pleasurable combination.

Roman needed something, taking the blunt end of the sword into his mouth, cringing at the metallic taste but soon moaning at it. He licked the non pointy end and soon came over the blade of his sword with a loud, drawn out moan. His once pristine sword now squirted with semen.

"Aww fuck! Curse my horniness, that shits gonna rust!"

(Word Count : Around 300+.)