Page 47 of The Magic of Vanaheim

The heady pleasure of Talvinen’s cock in his mouth, his husband’s intoxicating scent surrounding him clouded Håkon’s senses and went straight to his groin. Freyja’s tits; he wouldn’t get hard again with another warrior’s dick in his mouth, wouldhe? Probably wrong. If he had to humiliate himself like this, he should at least do it right.

Leaning forward, Håkon tried to get Talvinen in deeper, but he was stopped by an impatient tug on his hair.

“No. It’s up to me to decide how much of me you can take.”

Håkon groaned, half disappointed, half aroused.

“We’ll take it slow. Just like this. All you have to do is to relax and follow my guidance.”

Eyes fluttering shut, Håkon did as he was told. Every last bit of lingering tension drained from his body.

“That’s more like it. Now move with me.”

Flowing at the pace Talvinen had set, Håkon’s mind went blank. All he could think of was the delicious weight of his husband’s cock on his tongue and how pleasurable it felt. Judging by the noises he made—deep, satisfied moans—Talvinen was enjoying himself, too. Håkon loved it. He loved tasting the saltiness of the first drops of release, and as Talvinen’s body started locking up in pleasure, Håkon refused to be pulled away. He moaned around Talvinen’s length as it twitched and spilled into his mouth. Swallowing and lapping at Talvinen’s cock, Håkon couldn’t stop some spit and come from dribbling out of the corner of his mouth and down his chin. Talvinen allowed him to lap at his softening cock for a few more blissful moments until he pulled at Håkon’s hair with more emphasis.

“Up, you needy, insolent thing.”

Håkon managed to rise to his knees with some difficulty. He felt drunk, dizzy, and satisfied.

“Kiss me. I want to taste myself from your tongue.”

Swaying forward helplessly, Håkon smashed their lips together. He let Talvinen dominate the kiss and support most of his weight. He could barely hold himself upright, anyway.

“Hmm, you taste delicious. Even more so with my seed dribbling from your mouth. You did so well for me.”

“I’m a quick study.” Håkon didn’t know why he’d said that. It wasn’t like him to pretend to be something he clearly was not. And now he didn’t know how to take his boasting back.

“You are,” Talvinen praised, guiding him to lie on his side. He dismissed his armor and waved over a wet cloth with aseiðrwoven so quickly it took Håkon’s breath away. How could anyone master the art of sorcery so effortlessly?

“You’re gorgeous. Strong and cunning. The perfect leader.” Talvinen cleaned Håkon’s face and body from the remains of their tumble like a worshiper would clean a god’s statue. “I’m honored to have you by my side.”

“I want—” Håkon’s throat suddenly felt too tight. “I want to be yours, but—”

Talvinen silenced him with a soft, shushing sound and a gentle finger to his lips.

“You don’t have to promise me anything. And you don’t have to betray your father on my behalf. I can handle Bergelmir.”

And Håkon didn’t know what it was with him this morning, but he believed him. He was overwhelmed by a feeling of such intense relief, it left him shaky and weak.

“Håkon?”

“Good. That’s—that’s good.”

“Do you think you can get some more sleep?”

“Yes.”

He allowed Talvinen to wrap him in his arms and enjoyed the comforting heat of his body.

When Håkon slept, he was no longer bothered by restless dreams.

thirteen

Håkon's Saga

?alvi

They hadn’t talked about the morning when Håkon had woken up from restless dreams, drenched in sweat and so desperate for Talvi to take care of him. Talvi had seen the fear in Håkon’s eyes, still expecting the worst from him. That’s why he’d tried to lighten the mood, to say something funny, and Håkon had laughed. But now, they’d settled back into their uneasy routine, and Talvi couldn’t bring himself to broach the subject again. He knew they should talk about it, but Håkon seemed to dread it so much that Talvi just couldn’t.