Page 56 of A Winter Awakening

“Well, then.” Gael lifted his arms and let Orteo remove each item. Rough fingers slid across skin, causing Gael to shiver.

They crawled into bed together, their bodies entwining, eager to hold and be close. Gael raised his lips, seeking Orteo’s. Orteo kissed him. Their mouths moved as they exchanged lazy, slow kisses.

“I adore you.” Gael nuzzled Orteo’s jaw. He squeezed Orteo tight. “You’re amazing. You’re wonderful. And nothing you say will make me think otherwise.”

Orteo pulled back. “I love you, Gael.” Orteo traced Gael’s features with one finger. The roughness of the finger contrasted with the gentleness of the caress. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being here with me. For showing me what life can be like when you’re not alone.” Then he swooped in for another kiss.

They lost themselves in kisses, hands stroking, naked bodies pressed tightly against each other. But after several minutes, the touches and kisses became less lazy. Less slow. Less gentle.

Gael wanted more. His throbbing cock pressed against Orteo’s hard shaft.

“This was meant to be a nap,” Gael whispered.

“I want to feel you.” Orteo nipped at his neck. “I want to make love to you.”

“Yes,” Gael said.

They rocked against each other. Orteo latched his mouth onto a cord of muscle in Gael’s throat, sucking. Gael groaned. He grasped at Orteo’s arse, palming the firm flesh. Their breathing grew ragged.

The windows rattled. It sounded like a gale outside. But in this room, here and now, it was just them.

“Orteo!” Gael moaned.

Orteo released Gael’s throat. He panted, dark-grey lips wet and swollen. His silver eyes were desperate with need. “What do you need, my love?”

Gael buried his hand in Orteo’s silver hair and clutched it. “You know what I need,” he whispered. “You know what I always need.”

Orteo reached down, dry thumb pressing against Gael’s entrance. “Do you need my cock?”

“Yes.” Gael pressed back against Orteo’s digit. “I need it.”

“And you need it here?” Orteo’s thumb rubbed against his rim, circling it, before pressing forward, the dry, calloused tip slipping in.

“Yessss,” Gael hissed. “I want to feel you deep inside me. I want you to take me hard. I want you to bugger me. I want to feel you for days.”

Orteo kissed him on the nose. “I can give you that. But first roll onto your front. I want to taste you.”

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Gael rolled onto his front, mindful of his ankle as he got onto his hands and knees. He heard rustling behind him.

“Hurry up,” Gael said.

“Patience.”

More rustling. Gael smelled jasmine oil. “Please.” No matter how many times they’d made love, Gael always felt so desperate and needy.

“You have a beautiful arse,” Orteo said, voice filled with affection. He ran a hand lovingly over it.

Gael pushed back into Orteo’s hand.

Orteo smacked him.

Gael jumped, and his cock jerked.