Page 32 of The Magic of Vanaheim
Huh?
Håkon nearly jumped out of his skin as his husband licked a broad stripe from his hipbone to his navel, cleaning away the mess of Håkon’s come just like he’d promised. Of course, Håkon knew men found it pleasurable to have a woman take their cock in her mouth. He had seen whores do it on occasion, and he wouldn’t have been surprised if Talvinen had shoved his cock down Håkon’s throat for his own pleasure. But why would his husband humble himself by doing this to Håkon?
Continuing his gentle ministrations, Talvinen mouthed at Håkon’s cock, sucking the come from the tip. An undignified whine slipped past Håkon’s lips at the sensation. This was indecent. Forbidden.
It felt so good.
“Are you enjoying this?” Talvinen asked, mischief lacing his words.
“It’shmmm—it’s bearable,” Håkon managed, his voice sounding uncharacteristically breathy.
Daring to glimpse at his husband, he found Talvinen smirking at him. He looked utterly wicked, his lips red and glistening, his curls tousled. A deity of sex and magic.
“I’ll take that as a win for now. Tell me if it gets too much.”
Letting himself fall back into the pillows, Håkon stared up at the canopy of the bed. It was better than looking at Talvinen.
“I’m not a maiden. I won’t be overstrained by your little bedroom spell,” Håkon grumbled.
He felt Talvinen’s laughter vibrating against his body, sending a pleasant shudder right to his cock.
“Good to know.”
And with that, Talvinen leaned back down and continued to drive Håkon insane. He didn’t stop when Håkon was clean, but kept on licking Håkon's cock and belly. Digging his fingers into the flesh of Håkon’s thighs, he applied pressure here and massaged there, making Håkon’s limbs turn liquid. Talvinen took his time, and when he started applying a sweet-smelling oil to Håkon’s skin while simultaneously caressing Håkon’s cock with his mouth as if he was really enjoying it, Håkon was hard again.
When Talvinen had touched him the first time that night, it had felt urgent. A quick relief. Not exactly like the times Håkon had touched himself, but not completely different either. What Talvinen was doing to him now was in a different world. Håkon whined, mindless with lust. He could feel the oil trickle down between his legs, warm and slick and sopleasurable. Even during the dance of battle, he’d never felt so good, soalive.
The pad of Talvinen’s thumb slipped between Håkon’s cheeks, right down to caress his—
Flinching, Håkon’s whole body tensed. Right, they were here to—
“Shhh, I won’t breach you. But the outer rim is sensitive, too. It can be nice to just be touched there. Do you like it?”
It should be mortifying to have a virtual stranger touching the most intimate part of his body. But the reality was shockingly different. The feeling of Talvinen’s thumb drawing lazy circles around his hole was intoxicating. Maybe he had bewitched Håkon into surrendering his body, but at this moment, Håkon didn’t find it in himself to care. Whining low in his throat, hemust’ve nodded his consent. But he was so overwhelmed with mind-numbing pleasure that he wasn’t sure whether his body still obeyed him. Talvinen drew out the exquisite torture until Håkon thought he’d burst into a thousand fragments like the bow of a warship splintering on the cliffs if he wouldn’t be allowed to come, and soon.
“Please,” he might have whimpered, although theJötnardid not beg.
Mouth retreating from Håkon’s cock with an obscene sound, Talvinen regarded him with dark glee.
“Anything you want,” he whispered, voice sounding as wrecked as Håkon felt.
He crawled back up, covering Håkon’s body, his warmth welcome and exhilarating. Talvinen offered him his open palm, but through the haze of lust, Håkon wasn’t sure what to do with it.
“Lick.”
The word was spoken softly, but it was an order, nonetheless. And it was so easy to follow those. Håkon didn’t hesitate to wet his husband’s palm and fingers with his tongue.
“Yeah, just a bit more. You’re doing so well.”
Reveling in the praise, Håkon doubled his efforts, but all too soon Talvinen retreated his hand. However, Håkon’s disappointment was short-lived when Talvinen pulled down his own breeches and took them both in hand. The sensation of another man’s cock against his own, sheathed by Talvinen’s firm, slick grasp, had Håkon arching his back in pleasure. He barely managed to keep his hands above his head, trying to stay still even as his body shook with lust.
“You’re gorgeous in battle, but even prettier like this, panting and shaking under me. Come for me, my beloved husband.”
Considering what they were doing, Talvinen sounded way too coherent. But Håkon noted with some satisfaction that his husband was shaking, too.
“Come for me,” Talvinen chanted, his grip around their cocks tightening and hips rocking forward. “Come for me.”
Håkon could feel Talvinen’s body locking up, his cock convulsing against Håkon’s and the first splays of hot cum splattering across Håkon’s chest. Gasping, Håkon followed him over the edge, his whole body shaking in ecstasy.