Page 26 of A Winter Crush

Ori opened his mouth and screamed as the orgasm ripped through him. His body convulsed. Seed shot from his dick, landing on the bed in thick spurts as waves of pleasure barrelled through him.

Boneless. Spent. He collapsed onto the sheets.

He heard Wareth shuffle behind him. Wareth’s hands slid along his thighs up to his hips. “I’m going to fuck you now,” Wareth whispered. A pause. “If you’ll let me.”

Ori nodded, open mouth pressed against the sheets. He desperately wanted Wareth inside him, fucking him, filling him with his seed.

Wareth pulled Ori back onto his knees. The thick head of his cock pressed against him and pushed into his sensitive channel. Wareth didn’t pause. Just fucked, hard, fast, and rough. Wareth didn’t seem patient or in control anymore. His fingers dug into Ori’s hips as he pounded Ori’s hole, pulling Ori back to meet his thrusts. He grunted and growled. Slaps filled the room.

Ori closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation of being taken by Wareth. Ori had done this to Wareth. He’d made the big man lose control.

Then he pulled Ori hard against him and cried out, holding him in place as he spent inside Ori.

Wareth held still for a second. Then they both collapsed forward onto the bed, Wareth a heavy weight on top of him.

“Mmmm,” Ori groaned.

Wareth rolled off him, but it wasn’t a wide bed, and Wareth still pressed against him.

Their breathing sounded loud in the room. Wareth touched Ori’s cheek, a gentle caress.

Face pressed to the sheets, Ori sighed, and he closed his eyes. His brain was fuzzy and satisfied.

“Was that…” He heard Wareth’s voice as if he was far away. “Was that all right?”

Ori smiled and nodded. “It was everything,” he slurred sleepily.

He thought he heard Wareth say something else, but he didn’t hear the words. Somewhere, in the parts of his mind that were still functioning, he wondered if he should leave, if Wareth would want him gone now that they’d had sex.

But maybe, if I fall asleep, he’ll let me stay the night. I can deal with everything else when I wake.

ChapterSeventeen

Ori lay passed out in Wareth’s bed. Wareth stared at him, uncertain what to do. During sex, despite the years he’d been celibate, Wareth had felt confident. Even if his mind had been unsure, his body knew what to do, and Ori had responded to him so strongly.

But now, postcoital, the uncertainty crept back in, doubts and questions slithering through his mind like poison.

If Wareth slept, would Ori be gone once he woke? Would he leave and never return now that they’d had sex? His heart twisted in his chest.

But no. Ori wouldn’t do that. He’d promised to help with the Solstice mugs. He’d wanted to help Wareth and Sariah. And he enjoyed working in the studio. He wouldn’t just run. Wareth took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts.

But what if Ori hadn’t enjoyed the sex? What if he thought it was horrible and was too embarrassed to tell Wareth and now he never wanted to see Wareth again? But if that was the case, Ori would probably have already left. Unless he was just very tired.

The anxiety turned over and over in his guts until he thought he might be sick. He should never have kissed Ori. Never made a move. If he hadn’t, he’d be alone but safe. Now he’d brought Ori into his bed and disturbed the fragile peace he’d created for himself. He’d opened himself up for disappointment and heartbreak. How could it possibly end any other way?

Ori would leave him. Just like Rin. And even if he didn’t leave him tonight, he’d leave soon.

He glanced at Ori. He lay on his front, face sideways. A sliver of drool dribbled from his mouth onto the sheets. Wareth’s heart clenched. Reaching out, he stroked Ori’s cheek. It would only end in heartbreak. Wareth wasn’t foolish enough to think he could keep someone as vibrant and beautiful as Ori. Still, as he watched Ori, he couldn’t regret this moment.

He needed to take care of him. Carefully he rolled Ori onto his back. Semen coated his stomach. Wareth ducked out and grabbed a clean rag from the pile in the studio. He wet it, then came back and wiped it along Ori’s skin. Ori muttered, trying to push the cloth away from him, but he didn’t wake.

Wareth blew out the candle and crawled in beside Ori. It was a tight fit, far too small for the two of them, but Ori turned towards him, draping himself over Wareth, tangling their legs and feet together.

Wareth pulled the blanket over them and cradled Ori against his chest. Ori murmured something in his sleep. Wareth tightened his arms around Ori, who wriggled against him. Wareth wondered if Ori always squirmed so much when he slept. He wondered if he would get the chance to find out.

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Ori hadno idea how long he’d slept, but Wareth was like a furnace next to him when he woke. His head rested on Wareth’s chest, and he listened to the steady thump of Wareth’s heart. Ori didn’t want to move. He was far too warm and comfortable, his body deliciously sated. He clenched his arse and felt the slight burn. A reminder of what they’d done.