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Kjartan

“ U h-huh.” Beryl nodded, his eyes glassy under the heavy lids.

His ass was heaven.

“Thor, you are so tight,” I groaned, forcing myself to stop and give him time to adjust.

A low sob escaped him. “So good, babe. Keep going!”

I drew out an inch and carefully bucked my hips, sliding back in. He sucked in a breath, his silver eyebrows drawn down.

“Breathe for me,” I pleaded with him, caressing his cheek. I had no words for his beauty, for how he felt around me, or the turmoil in my heart.

He pushed the breath out through tense lips, but his body relaxed under me.

“You’re being such a good boy for me,” I whispered into the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of fresh sweat and salty air. An enticing combination. “Breathe, Vindur. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

I slanted my lips over his, and found a slow rhythm that turned his soft gasps into guttural moans. I paid close attention to what made him make those sounds, getting hooked on them, and perhaps a little eager to please this delicate man. But I forced myself to slow down.

I can’t hurt him .

“Kjartan!” Bee’s hands slid up, taking fistfuls of my hair to hold on to. “Fuck me like you mean it,” he growled, urging his ass against my groin.

I stopped him with one hand on his hip and the other wrapped around his delicate throat.

“Did I fail to show you today how much I mean it, Bee?” I asked against his mouth, nibbling on the bottom lip. It drove me wild.

He whimpered and tried to wriggle out of my grasp.

“Please tell me. Because the gods know, I mean it. It feels like I have been living in the dark for the past five years.” I slid my cock out almost all the way, then thrust it back inside.

“Fuuuck, Kjartan.” He gasped, his hands shaking in my hair.

“And then you came and drove the dark clouds away. You made me see the stars and the moon, glittering silver in the night skies. It’s a beautiful sight, and I don’t know how I lived without it.”

Again I drew back, and slid back into his body in one slow motion.

His mouth went slack, his silver eyes hooded.

“And I don’t want to live without it again.”

Bee moaned when I took up a deep rhythm, half blind with need, and his slender legs wrapped around my hips.

“Neither do I,” he rasped. “Oh fuck, babe. You’ll make me come way too fast.”

I angled my hips, trying to do just that. He needed to come, or I would.

“Oh gods, yes, that’s the spot. I—Kjartan!”

I felt his climax against my abs, his throbbing cock at my skin as he came all over himself.

I can’t hold back.

Realisation hit me hard and I faltered in my rhythm.

“Yes, gods yes. Fill me up, Kjartan. Make me drip with your cum.” Hearing the delicate man moan these filthy words pushed me over the edge. I fucked him through my orgasm, doing as he asked and breeding his hole.

Then I rolled us around, careful to stay inside him. Beryl rested his cheek on my hammering heart, and we cuddled until our breaths had calmed down.

“Kjartan?”

“Yes?” I whispered.

“I would have to leave in about twenty minutes…”

“Unless you wanted to stay the night?” I took the question from his lips.

“I mean I can totally make it to the station.”

“Stay, Vindur. Please. I don’t want this to end just yet ”

“Okay.”

I felt his cheek pull into a smile.

“I don’t think we’ll fit into my shower, but I like the idea of falling asleep with you in my arms.”

Beryl’s ass clenched around my cock. “Okay, real talk: I never knew I was into this romantic shit. Gods, it’s amazing. Never stop.”

I swallowed, feeling my length harden in him. “I promise I won’t.”

He rolled his hips against mine, drawing a shuddering breath as my cock slid out an inch or two and back in.

“I’m kind of starved,” he giggled, and it was like the first ray of sunlight at the end of a long night.

“Me, too,” I confessed.

My beautiful, silver-haired Sylph raised himself up, planted his hands on my pecs and held my gaze as he rode me. Soft lamp light illuminated his skin as if it was a dream—a dream that made me come embarrassingly fast.

“Bee!” I growled, raising myself up to a sitting position and dragging his mouth on mine. I needed his taste on my tongue, his gasping breaths against my lips, and his smooth cock between our bodies.

“I’m going to come, oh gods, Kjartan!” He ended on a sobbing moan, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Look at me. I need to see when you fall for me!”

His lids snapped open as his mouth went slack, and he came between our bodies yet again.