Page 23 of A Winter Redemption

“Yes. Just as beautiful. Just as intoxicating.” Jarne nuzzled Ketho’s throat.

Ketho bit his lip.

“So unique,” Jarne said. “So exquisite.”

Ketho had fucked a lot in his life. He’d never let anyone smell him. Then again, no one had asked. It seemed so perversely intimate. Ketho’s cock pressed against the front of his breeches, desperate for attention.

“What perfume would you want me to wear?” Ketho whispered.

“Nothing,” Jarne said fiercely. His thumb stroked the back of Ketho’s neck. “You need no perfume. Just you. Any other perfume would distract from your scent.”

And then Jarne kept smelling him, taking deep, greedy breaths along his throat and up his chin. He grabbed a handful of Ketho’s long hair, pressed it to his nose, and shuddered. “If I could bottle this scent, I could sell it to every brothel worker in Bordertown. It would drive their clients desperate with need.”

Ketho choked a laugh at the compliment.

Then Jarne stepped back, releasing him. Ketho stumbled at the loss of contact. Jarne grabbed the front of Ketho’s shirt and quickly unbuttoned it, yanking it open.

“You make me desperate with need,” Jarne growled and pressed his face against Ketho’s chest.

He inhaled deeply, then bit and kissed Ketho’s skin. Ketho groaned, pressing himself against Jarne. Jarne licked his nipples. They grew hard. Then Jarne moved lower and lower, tonguing and smelling Ketho’s skin until he dropped to his knees in the snow.

He opened Ketho’s breeches and pulled Ketho’s member free. Not stroking. Just holding him in his warm, firm hand. Jarne nuzzled against the skin and curls of Ketho’s groin. Ketho’s cock brushed Jarne’s cold cheek.

Ketho clutched at Jarne’s slicked-back hair, stiff and hard to the touch.

“The smell of you here. It’s so strong and mixed with your arousal,” Jarne murmured.

He bit at Ketho’s thigh, and Ketho jumped. Jarne inhaled deeply and exhaled on a sigh. “I take it back. I would not sell this scent to anyone. If I could capture this scent, it’d be mine!” he growled, making Ketho’s dick throb. “I’d keep it for myself and use it when I wanted to pleasure myself. When I wanted to remember you.”

“Jarne…”

Jarne stroked Ketho’s cock, and Ketho’s hips jerked, thrusting into the tight grip.

“Oh,” Ketho groaned.

Jarne massaged the length, and Ketho’s legs trembled. Jarne twisted his hand as he stroked and then reached with his other hand to probe at Ketho’s entrance.

“Fuck.” Ketho gasped as the tip of Jarne’s finger teased the tight muscle. Not breaching, just pressing lightly as he jerked Ketho. He closed his eyes at the slight pressure. He pushed back against the digit.

Then Jarne stopped stroking and probing his hole. His hand disappeared from between Ketho’s cheeks. Ketho looked down. Jarne pressed his finger against the slit of Ketho’s cock, collecting the liquid that had pearled there.

“I think I’ll taste you now,” Jarne said, almost in a trance. He touched his finger to his tongue and moaned.

“Jarne… Please…,” Ketho said, voice weak.

Jarne’s brown eyes rose to his. “What do you need?”

“You. Your hand. Your mouth. Just please, something.”

Jarne nodded. He stared at the member in front of him as if studying it. One hand remained wrapped around the base, holding it in place.

“I’ve never sucked someone before,” Jarne said.

“You don’t have to. Your hand is fine,” Ketho said.

But Jarne didn’t respond. He stuck out his tongue and swirled it around the foreskin. Around and around before tonguing the slit.

“You taste amazing,” Jarne whispered in awe. One hand still held the base of Ketho’s cock. He licked up and down the length, tracing veins and ridges before always returning to the tip to lap at the pre-cum gathering there.