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Back in the cabin we were currently residing in, a roaring blaze in a huge fireplace took up one wall of the wooden, medium-sized cabin, warming the entirety of the living room.

I stepped into the cabin first and was relieved by the blast of hot air that hit me like a wall. I was instantly drawn by the fire.

I heard the door close and lock.

My heartbeat skyrocketed. I went to stand in front of the fireplace where the heat of the scorching fire bathed me, completely eradicating my chill.

It did nothing for my sudden timidness, however.

Slowly, I reached for my jacket's zipper at my nape and pulled it down, exposing the thermal shirt I wore beneath.

My movements were jerky, a telltale sign that I was being too self-conscious.

I was distinctly aware of Schneizel's approaching presence.

The floorboards groaned under his weight as he came toward me until he was standing right behind me, a hairbreadth away.

When he reached around me and slowly -too slowly- pulled the jacket down my arms, letting it drop to the floor, my heart stuttered.

Next, his hands went to the hem of my shirt, sliding the suddenly-intolerable fabric upward, exposing my skin inch by inch directly to the heat.

The shirt was now off and discarded somewhere on the floor.

I felt his hands on the flier of my pants and my breath hitched in my throat.

As he pulled my pants down, he took my shorts down with them.

My boots that were still on stopped the clothing from going down further, so he reached down and pulled them off one by one, then the pants followed.

Never had the act of undressing felt so fucking sexy before.

I now stood totally nude in the living room.

Like a lion, he started leisurely circling me as he scanned me from head to toe.

I started breathing like a dragon, swallowing unnatural amounts of air into my lung in practical gasps.

He circled me twice before he finally came to stand in front of me.

Obsidian eyes collided with mine, swallowing me into their depths instantly.

In his black eyes I saw a passion that was more scorching and brighter than the biggest, hottest of fires.

I saw a pure love that transcended physical desires, yet heightened them whenever and wherever they came alive.

His gaze suddenly turned primal, feral, animalistic in its quality.

A devastating shiver gripped my spine and I nearly gasped.

He took a step forward and I instinctively took a step back out of a sense of pure self-preservation.

Then, he took another and so did I. In a few steps, he'd backed the back of my legs against the black leather sofa.

A palm appeared on my bare chest and pushed me backward onto the sofa. I fell with an oomph.

His hand tipped my chin upward, making me look up into his eyes.

He took off his fur jacket, then he removed the black turtleneck shirt, exposing hard, rippling muscles that immediately made my mouth water.

His skin appeared golden in the fire's light, and it was all I could do not to reach out and run worshiping hands against the expanse of his bronze chest. I never broke his gaze.

He then whipped out his beautiful, beautiful dick.

Unfortunately, that was when I broke eye contact, but who could blame me?

Schneizel's member was a work of art, a rod of mass pleasure and destruction that commanded attention just as much as Schneizel's angelic face did.

I didn't need him to tell me what he wanted.

Eagerly, I reached for his cock and wrapped both my hands around it, re-remembering the shape and size of him against my hands and how I needed both my hands to wrap around all of him.

I felt him shudder beneath my cold touch; it made me believe that I had a measure of power over Schneizel just like he did over me.

Slowly, I worked him until precum leaked from the slit.

Emboldened, my tongue darted out and licked it away, tasting him.

Wanting more, I swallowed the head into my mouth. I heard him groan. Music to my ears.

I worked him from the base to the head over and over, using my tongue to press against the bulging, sensitive bundles of nerves at the base of his cock. Closer and closer I brought him to the brink until I felt his release at hand.

Through clenched teeth, he said, "I see Cain's had you practicing. A lot."

Grinning, I met his eyes and saw that they were clouded by a haze of pleasure, and that he hadn't said it to hurt me. In fact, it seemed that Schneizel had all but forgiven Cain entirely, a feat I would have never imagined him capable of. It made him even sexier to me.

To show him just how much of a good cocksucker I'd become, I flicked my tongue against and tongued the slit.

Schneizel grabbed me by the hair and pushed my head forward abruptly, forcing me to swallow all of him.

Reflexively, I felt my throat close around him.

A single tear dripped down my cheek. My eyes flew to him and when I saw the smirk, I knew that he'd only stop deep-throating me once he came.

With nothing else to do but bear it, I started employing every trick I'd picked up on in order to hasten his release.

Finally, when I thought my jaw would dislocate from the size of him, I felt spurt after spurt of his seed hit the back of my throat and dribble down into my stomach.

Once he released me, I coughed, but I'd already swallowed all of it.

He didn't give me time to recover. Next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground with him on top of me.

Actually, it was a very Russian bear skin rug that I lay on.

With his face hovering directly over mine, there was nowhere to look but into his obsidian eyes.

The desire I saw in them reflected my own.

"Make love to me, Schneizel," I pleaded, hungering for his touch, his sensational lovemaking. I missed the feeling of his weight pressing me down, of him deep inside of me.

"Yes," he obeyed as if I were his master and it wasn't the other way around, and he claimed my mouth in a ferocious kiss that served to excite and ignite rather than sate and satisfy. Schneizel could be such a tease sometimes.

His hand found my straining dick and circled it completely, only the head sticking out. When he began to run his hand up and down my dick, I shivered, feeling the assault on my senses down to my core.

He broke the kiss and started sprinkling wet kisses across my jaw.

Then, he alternated between nipping and kiss my neck and collarbone.

Slowly but expertly, he worked his way down all the way to my nipples.

The puckered buds were practically begging for his attention, which he gave wholeheartedly.

He took a nipple into his hot, wet mouth and I moaned, relishing in the sensation.

His attentions become punishing as he all of a sudden bit the bud, making me half gasp, half scream.

He pinched the other bud, making me arch against him as I cried out, "Ah- Don't-! ".

Meanwhile, he was pumping my dick relentlessly like a machine. It was only a matter of time before I exploded in his hand.

Abruptly, he stopped. When I looked at him questioningly, he said, "I want you to come from my cock buried inside you."

He received no further protests from me.

"Lay on your stomach," he commanded. I immediately did as I was told.

He'd never tried this position with me before. It felt... lewd. I liked it.

I felt his weight settle on top of me, pinning me down. A hand pushed my thighs apart and I felt him spread my asscheeks apart, exposing my very center to the air and his scrutiny. I bit my lower lip in both self-awareness and impatience. My asshole started twitching of its own accord.

"I see this hole has missed me," he said as he rubbed the pad of his middle finger against my twitching hole.

He brought that same finger to my mouth and wet it with my saliva, and then he pushed it into my waiting hole.

There was little resistance as his finger went in.

"So, you're already ready for me. Good." He pulled that finger out.

A much larger thing pushed against my asshole.

Out of reflex, I tensed; I was scared that it had been so long since I'd taken his horsecock and that it would hurt just like the first time.

Schneizel started whispering sweet nothings into my ear, soothing and relaxing me.

Slowly, he pushed into me. Either I was seriously wet, or I'd gotten used to being butt-fucked, because Schneizel slid into me like a knife through butter.

But when he started to move, I felt a bit of pain and I let out a pained sound.

"Shhh," he whispered in my ear soothingly. His tongue darted around my ear, distracting me from the pain. Like magic, it worked to ease my mind from the pain until it fully faded.

He fucked me slowly at first, but then he picked up the pace until he was driving into me so hard that his thighs were slapping against my ass, definitely coloring it red.

The way his cock scraped against my insides was maddening, pure bliss.

All the while, I let out pathetic, embarrassing moans and whimpers with his every thrust and they seemed to drive him and fuel his lust. In no time at all, I was covered in a sheen of sweat from the exertion.

I buried my hands in the fur and braced myself for his final thrusts.

In turn, he buried one hand in my hair and roughly pulled my head back. He abruptly stilled.

He arched over me, burying himself to the hilt in my ass and making my stomach bulge as he leaned down to capture my lips with his for a kiss that made my toes curl. His tongue danced and dueled with mine.

Against my lips, he confessed, "I love you, Aiden."

"I love you, too," I returned with every bit of emotion that I could muster.

"Come with me," he said.

"Yes."

He started thrusting into me with the vigor and pace of a possessed man, smacking my ass every time.

I could feel myself close to the breaking point and I could feel Schneizel's soft tremors begin too.

Together, we rode the wave to pure, hot-white ecstasy.

I screamed as I came, spilling all over the -hopefully faux- bear skin rug.

Once he started coming, he buried himself deep inside me and stilled as he poured every drop of his semen into my eager hole, filling me to the brim.

It was so far the best feeling that I had ever experienced.

He collapsed on top of me.

We stayed like that until I could no longer bear his weight. Like the ever-thoughtful person he was, he sensed this and pulled his cock out. All the seed he'd fed me came pouring out of my gaping hole onto the rug. I never thought that I'd like the sensation of it dribbling out of my ass.

Schneizel fell right next to me on the rug.

His slick skin glowed under the firelight.

I inched closer to him and he wrapped his hand around me, bringing me against his side.

He threw a possessive leg over me, then closed his eyes.

I admired his handsome face for a little longer.

Soon, my eyelids were too heavy to keep open. I slowly closed them.

Together, we drifted off to sleep.