Page 31 of A Winter Crush

Unfortunately, Ori had forgotten how arousing Wareth was at the wheel. He tried to focus on the way Wareth controlled his movements. But Ori kept getting distracted, watching the wet clay move between Wareth’s blunt fingers, studying the fine hairs on Wareth’s forearms and wrists that were covered in clay. It shouldn’t be so arousing.

“Now you want to pull up the sides in a smooth motion.”

Ori couldn’t quite follow the words. The rhythmic tones of Wareth’s voice washed over him, stirring his blood and causing his cock to twitch.

He didn’t want to practice any more. He wanted Wareth’s big, clay-covered hands on him, moving, slippery and wet, all over his body. He squirmed in his seat. His erection pressed against the scratchy fabric of his pants.

“See, that’s how you want it to look.” Oblivious to Ori’s predicament, Wareth continued explaining.

But Ori didn’t want Wareth’s focus to be on the clay. Ori wanted Wareth’s dark-brown eyes, brimming with lust, focused on him.

“There. A bowl,” Wareth said. “Next, I’d clean it up with one of my tools, but—” He cut off mid-sentence. Whatever he saw on Ori’s face made him pause.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean—” Ori started, but Wareth cut him off.

Pushing his chair back, Wareth reached for him. Eagerly, Ori clamoured into Wareth’s arms, straddling his lap. Ori pulled his shirt over his head and discarded it behind him. Wareth’s clay-wet hands ran up his chest and down his sides.

Clutching Wareth’s shoulders, Ori threw his head back and moaned, his voice echoing in the studio. Wareth kissed from his Adam’s apple, to his collarbone, to his nipples.

Wareth’s eager hands unfastened Ori’s breeches and yanked them down, revealing Ori’s dick, thighs, and arse to the air. He cupped and squeezed Ori’s arse. Then he pulled his own cock out and lined up their members.

His hand closed around their cocks and immediately started stroking them, covering their dicks in clay. Ori tried to thrust forward into Wareth’s grip, but it was hard to balance, and he almost toppled.

Wareth laughed, kissing his cheek. “Just hold still. I’ll take care of you.”

Ori’s chest tightened. That was what Ori wanted, Wareth taking care of him, for now and always.

Wareth jerked them, his movements building in speed. His breath came hard and fast. Ori rested his forehead against Wareth’s, giving himself over to the slippery pleasure. Wareth’s other hand slid from his hold on Ori’s arse to his crack and pressed ever so slightly against him.

“I’m close,” Ori gasped. “Wareth, I’m close.”

Wareth kissed his shoulder and tightened his grip, his hand making a slapping sound between them. Wareth’s finger pressed against Ori’s rim, slipping the tip just inside. The dual sensation tipped Ori over the edge. He cried out as his seed splattered over them. A second later, Wareth shouted, and his warm cum mixed with Ori’s.

Ori rained kisses on Wareth’s cheek. “I think I knocked over your bowl,” Ori said.

Wareth laughed. “It seems that way.” Wareth slapped Ori on the arse. “All right, better clean up. I think we’re done for the day.”

On shaky feet, Ori stood. He was a mess, covered in clay and semen. He found a clean rag and wiped himself before handing it to Wareth.

“Sariah invited me for dinner tonight,” Wareth said.

“Oh.” Ori forced a smile as he righted his clothes. They usually ate together after work. Since the first night, Wareth had made an effort to always have food in the house. But of course, Wareth still had friends and family. He couldn’t spend every night with Ori, even if that was what Ori wanted. It wasn’t like Wareth had indicated that this was anything more than just sex.

And it would be good for Ori to spend a night at home. He made sure to visit every day, even if he just walked to the valley and back. He needed to keep an eye on his brother, even if Sinoe and his aunties thought he was overreacting. It had just been one cough, they’d told him.

Two coughs, Ori had pointed out. Liney had coughed twice. Still, Liney would probably be out most, if not all, the night with the other younglings, exploring and climbing the mountains. So Ori would probably be alone in the cave.

“That will be nice for you to see her,” Ori said. “Now that she isn’t around in the studio every day.”

“Did you want to join?”

Ori froze. “Really?”

“Only if you want,” Wareth rushed out. “You don’t have to. I know you have your aunties and brother.”

“Sariah wouldn’t mind?”

“No. She won’t mind.” Wareth chuckled. “She’s keen to have us both over.”