Page 42 of The Magic of Vanaheim

“Maybe another day,” Talvinen chuckled, unconcerned by the threat. “In the meantime—”

With a muttered spell, Talvinen let a glass vial fly into his waiting hand. He poured a generous amount of oil over Håkon’s belly. The liquid trickled down Håkon’s sides and dripped between his open legs, and he struggled to keep still. Håkon gasped as Talvinen closed his hand around his cock and began to stroke him languidly.

“Already so close to the edge, aren’t you, dróttning?”

The endearment had Håkon shuddering all over.

“You’re not used to feeling good, am I right? Nobody’s ever taken care of you.”

Hiding his face in the pillows, Håkon had no idea what to say to that. He’d never admit it out loud, but Talvinen was right, and it shocked him that the Vanr could read him so easily.

“This is going to be even more pleasurable when you’re squirming on my cock. Let’s get you ready to take me.”

“What?” Håkon was stunned, almost speechless as Talvinen kept stroking his cock with one hand and slipped the other between his cheeks to nudge against his entrance.

“Shhh, relax.”

Talvinen pushed two fingers inside him at once, making Håkon’s arch his back, overwhelmed by pleasure. It felt so wrong, but at the same time he desperately needed more.

“Talvinen, no–oh—please—”

“Håkon,dróttning, what’s wrong?”

“Please,” Håkon choked, although he wasn’t sure what he was begging for.

Gentle hands carded through his hair and cupped his face.

“Wake up, Håkon.”

Uncomprehendingly, Håkon blinked his eyes open. He found himself in the huge bed he shared with his husband, Talvinen hovering above him. Saeborg seemed to be at rest. There was no discord of battle to be heard, and the soft light of the gathering dawn flitted through the high windows. Talvinen’s dark hair was tousled from sleep.

“Talvinen?”

“I’m here.” Brushing gently over Håkon’s arms and face, Talvinen studied him with concern. “Did you have a bad dream?”

“Umm—” To Håkon’s mortification, the dream’s excitement had followed him into wakefulness, leaving him confused and uncomfortably hard.

Putting his hand on the back of Håkon’s neck, Talvinen seemed to be gauging his temperature.

“You’re burning up. Do you feel unwell?”

Norns, no. The last thing he needed right now was Talvinen finding out about his… predicament.

“I’m fine,” Håkon mumbled, trying to subtly arrange the sheets around himself.

But of course, Talvinen didn’t want to hear any of it. Instead of turning around and going back to sleep, he slipped closer to Håkon.

“Shhh, let me help you.”

Talvinen’s proximity made it hard to breathe, and a soft whine escaped Håkon’s lips as his husband’s body brushed against his cock. Talvinen froze.

“Håkon are you—?”

Heat rising to his face, Håkon averted his gaze. He had no idea what to say. But instead of mocking him, Talvinen nudged his nose against Håkon’s face, the gesture almost unbearably tender.

“One of those dreams?”

“Huh?”