Page 81 of First Snow

“You’ll be the death of me, sweetheart. You have no idea how much you affect me. Now open this pretty mouth of yours. Open up and let me in.”

Arttu moans around Jareth’s cock as it is pushed past his lips. He tries to get him in as deep as he can, which isn’t an easy task. Jareth isn’t exactly small, after all. Suckling at the tip, the salty taste of precome explodes on his tongue, then he sinks down until his nose is pressed against Jareth’s groin. Tears spring to his eyes as he almost chokes on Jareth’s cock pressing against his throat. He loves it.

“Good. Stay like this.”

Burying his hands in Arttu’s hair, Jareth holds him firmly in place. Arttu can’t move. He can’t breathe properly. The heat of the sauna makes him dizzy. He could combust on the spot.

“You like it when I decide whether you’re allowed to breathe or not.”

Arttu is grateful that he can’t answer, because Jareth is right. He can think of few things more exhilarating. He laps at the base of Jareth’s cock instead, trying to convey without words how much he loves it, how much he loves Jareth.

Fuck. It’s just like him to have an epiphany about his feelings while his lover’s cock is shoved down his throat. Arttu groans.

“Still not enough?”

What’s that supposed to mean? Arttu has only a second to be confused before something pushes against his entrance. It feels like a plug, only warmer, slicker. It leaves a sparkling pleasure in its wake as it’s pushed in. More magic.

“Better?”

Arttu looks up at Jareth towering over him. A lewd, muffled sound slips from his lips as Jareth fucks his mouth with shallow thrusts.

Jareth grins down at him. He looks way too composed for someone who’s getting his dick sucked in a torching hot sauna. Arttu can’t have that. He curls his tongue around Jareth’s shaft and sucks with purpose, elated by the groan he elicits from his lover.

“You’re doing very well. I see you can take some more.”

Jareth mumbles something in the dark, seductive voice he adopts when he casts a more complex spell. For a moment, nothing happens, then the object inside Arttu expands. It presses right against his prostate, making flames of pure ecstasy lick up his spine.

Arttu loses his balance, and Jareth’s dick slips impossibly deeper. At the same time, a new presence wraps around his cock and starts to stroke him languidly. Arttu wants to scream in pleasure, but he can’t. All he can do is whine in mindless bliss.

“Yeah, just like that,” Jareth growls, his grip of Arttu’s hair tightening. “Such a good boy, taking my cock so well. Such a slut for it.”

Each pulsing drag of the magic inside him synchronizes with Jareth’s thrusts, and each slippery pump of his cock. Arttu squirms, but there’s no escape. Sparks of bliss set his every nerve on fire as he’s enveloped by heat.

Jareth’s thrusts stutter, the sounds he makes adding fuel to the fire that consumes Arttu.

The salty taste of Jareth’s release fills his mouth as the pressure against Arttu’s prostate increases until the pleasure becomes almost unbearable. Arttu swallows, and chokes, and moans helplessly. He can’t take it anymore, and he still wants more. Eyes rolling back, he’s overwhelmed by sensation.

Jareth whispers something, and stars explode behind Arttu’s closed eyelids.

He comes to his senses outside the sauna, comfortably draped over a deck chair. Jareth has wrapped him in a fluffy bathrobe. He kneels by Arttu’s side, putting a cool, wet towel around his calves.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Jareth looks up at him, a soft expression on his face. “How do you feel?”

Arttu’s whole body tingles with the aftershocks of orgasm. He’s boneless and tired, glowing with contentment.

“I’m fine,” Arttu mumbles. “A little annoyed that I passed out on you again, but that was by far the best sauna bath of my life.”

Jareth’s face lights up even more.

“Good. Because I can think of more fun things we can do in there.”

Arttu hums in satisfaction. “Feel free to try them out.” He yawns. “Tomorrow, maybe?”

Crawling over him, Jareth presses a sweet kiss to Arttu’s lips.

“You’re incredible. But you have to be more careful. No! Don’t you dare roll your eyes at me again!” Jareth sounds agitated all of a sudden. “You have to be careful what you’re telling me, because the Fae part of me might get the idea that I’m allowed to keep you.”

“About that—” Arttu falters, but he can’t stand Jareth’s obvious distress. He has to be honest with him. “I realized something.”