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Kjartan

“ P lease, Kjartan, I need you to kiss me properly,” Beryl gasped against my lips. His fingers slid into my hair and dragged me closer.

He opened his mouth, licked his tongue over my pursed lips, and gently nipped.

How can I not do as he asks?

I cupped the back of his neck, groaning into the kiss as I admitted his probing tongue.

I love the way he tastes.

For the first time in years, I felt alive again in the desperate desire for my sweet Sylph.

His free hand travelled down my back, palming my ass. Bee wasn’t strong enough to pull me down on him, but I came anyway.

Thor knows I need to come so badly.

My cock pressed to my zipper, the confinement way too tight to be comfortable. He groaned when I cautiously moved my hips against his, rubbing our bulges together.

I hate the layers of fabric between us .

Any more of this and I would either turn into a feral beast or come in my underwear.

The hand groping my ass left me, as did the one in my hair. When I retreated to see what he was doing, I realised he was halfway out of his trousers.

“What are you doing?” My turned-on moan belied my intentions.

Yes, take it off! I need you naked, Vindur!

“What does it look like?” he huffed softly, eyes on half mast as he struggled with his black jeans. I steadied his flailing legs and waited for him to relax. Then I helped him take his trousers off.

“This, too?” I rasped, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

Bee nodded and let me undress him until he laid there in only his boxers. They had a tell-tale wet spot where the first drops of his precum had seeped into the thin grey fabric.

He waited until my eyes left his cock and found his. Then, he grabbed the elastic waistband, lifted his ass off the mattress, and pulled the last piece of clothing off, baring his lithe body to me.

“You are so beautiful,” I whispered, the breath hitching in my throat as I drank him in. “So perfect. Thor help me.”

“I’m all yours,” Beryl groaned. He drew his legs up to expose his ass, presenting me his holiest.

“All mine.” Skimming my palms down his thighs, barely touching him, I framed his cock between my fingers.

I hated the stump of my ring finger against his unblemished skin, a sign of the violence I had suffered so close to his most delicate parts.

“All mine,” I repeated, my voice cracking, and swallowed around my closing throat.

“Please, Kjartan.” Beryl fidgeted his hips under my palms, his length hard and bobbing, his nuts drawn tight into his body.

“Tell me what you want me to do to make you feel good, my little gust of wind.”

“Anything,” he whimpered. “Kiss me, touch me, or fuck me. Just do something .”

At his words a shiver racked my body.

I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on the inside of his knee, my hands keeping his legs spread wide for me. “Let’s see how this feels for you, Vindur.”

I trailed kisses down his thigh before nuzzling my nose to the base of his hard cock. His breathing sped up and gasping moans escaped him when I inhaled deeply.

“I could stay here forever. Your scent…” I couldn’t go on, yet I also couldn’t stop myself from raising myself up and taking hold of his hard length.

Beryl gasped my name when I took him into my mouth, simply enjoying his weight on my tongue for a few moments before I started to move.

It had been years since I’d been able to take my time. In the past, a blowjob was just a rushed affair behind one of the many dilapidated buildings we used as our bases.

How long has it been since sex wasn’t just trauma relief?

My eyes burned and then tears trickled down my face.

“Hey, Kjartan?” Bee murmured, palming the top of my head, cheeks flushed with arousal. “Are you sure this is okay for you?” He stroked my hair, my brow, panting under his breath. “We can just hold hands or cuddle a bit. It’s fine. I want you to be okay.”

I pulled off him but kept his crown right in front of my mouth. “I am,” I breathed, enjoying his full body shiver when my breath brushed over wet skin.

Without a warning, I took him deep, hollowing my cheeks and tonguing his length.

“Oh, fuck,” he grunted, hips bucking off the bed and driving his cock down my throat.

Yes, sweet one, yes. Fuck my face.

I nodded around him, encouraging him to let go, to use my mouth.

Beryl’s hips strained up again. His hands found the top of my head and gripped fistfuls of hair. A groan travelled up my body, vibrating his rock hard length as he buried it over and over again in my throat.

“Gods, I’m so fucking close. Yes!” He cursed when I moved off him, sucking hard and then laving at his tip with my tongue.

The taste of his cum was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Fresh, soft, and saline, like the sea air leaving the salt of the sea on your lips.

I swallowed everything, savouring him, and kept his cock warm and safe in my mouth. I didn’t suck or stimulate, I just wanted to keep him inside me.

“That was so good, Kjartan,” he whispered, his limbs flopping down on the mattress and sinking into the memory foam. “I needed this.”

Beryl chuckled under his breath when I still did not pull off.

“Cock warming?” he asked, and our eyes met halfway across his outstretched body. I gave him a tiny nod. “I never saw the appeal of it, but it feels pretty great when you do it.”

His length twitched in my mouth, making us both gasp. Beryl’s warm hand reached out to stroke my cheek, a fingertip brushing against my tusks framing his cock. “That was great, thank you.“