Page 8 of A Winter Redemption

They moaned into each other’s mouths as their bodies pressed deliciously together. Hands roamed backs and thighs. Jarne squeezed Ketho’s delectably plump arse.

Ketho stood a few inches shorter than Jarne, his body slenderer. But he fit perfectly against Jarne.

“What do you want?” Ketho broke the kiss, nipping at Jarne’s jaw.

“You.” Jarne dipped his head and inhaled. Ketho smelled amazing. A mix of cold stone, earth, metal, and evergreen forests. He could get lost in his aroma. “I want you.”

Ketho thrust his cock against Jarne’s thigh and moaned. “You want to rub and frot until we spend against each other? You want my mouth wrapped around your cock?” He thrust again, and Jarne’s hands tightened on Ketho’s arse. “Or do you want to sink yourself into my arse?”

“Yes!” Jarne groaned, dizzy with arousal and Ketho’s scent.

Ketho chuckled and nipped at Jarne’s shoulder. “You’ll need to be more specific. Tell me how you want to spend.” He thrust again. “Or it might be over soon.”

“Fine with me,” Jarne said. All that mattered to Jarne was that they kept going.

ChapterSix

Jarne clung to Ketho as they tumbled onto the bed. Their limbs tangled, and they ground against each other. Jarne kissed and thrust, his body slick with sweat in the hot room.

Ketho pulled back, leaning over him. His long, straight hair flowed over his skin. Jarne suppressed an urge to lift the white hair, bring it to his face, and inhale it.

“If you don’t have a preference, can I decide what we do?” Ketho asked.

Jarne nodded. His chest rose and fell rapidly.

Ketho smiled and disappeared from the bed. Jarne sat up and watched Ketho’s pert arse as the nymph bent over, reaching for his breeches on the floor. He fumbled in his pocket.

Anticipation burned through Jarne’s veins. Ketho returned a moment later and straddled Jarne’s thighs. He held a container in his hand. He unscrewed the lid. The scent of orange blossom and vanilla wafted towards Jarne.

Ketho dipped his fingers into the salve and then wrapped his hand around Jarne’s cock, slathering the salve from root to tip. Groaning, Jarne thrust into the tight, rough grip, throwing his head back. He closed his eyes as Ketho jerked him.

“How does that feel?” Ketho asked.

“Good,” Jarne groaned.

Suddenly, the friction disappeared. Jarne opened his eyes. Ketho reached behind himself and gasped.

He’s preparing himself for my cock. I’m going to fuck him. That’s what he’s got planned.

Jarne swallowed, and his dick throbbed with need. Ketho withdrew his fingers, gaze fixing on Jarne’s. He wrapped his hand around Jarne’s cock and lifted himself into position over it.

“Ready?” Ketho asked, a playful light in his hungry eyes.

“Yes,” Jarne said.

Ketho smiled. “Good.”

No preamble.

No waiting.

No teasing.

Ketho bore down against Jarne, and the head of Jarne’s cock penetrated him. Jarne clutched at Ketho’s thighs, needing to hold on to something at the feel of entering Ketho’s tight heat. Then Ketho continued sliding down, taking all of Jarne in one smooth glide until Ketho sat on his lap, Jarne’s cock buried deep inside him.

“Oh!” Jarne moaned.

Ketho’s body squeezed around him.