Elias’s eyes flickered with a mix of curiosity and heat as he stood, his small frame barely reaching Torvald’s knee. “Your ass…” he said, voice soft but laced with intrigue, “it’s… intriguing.” He stepped forward, circling behind Torvald’s massive form, feeling the giant’s amber eyes tracking him like a predator watching prey. The firelight cast long shadows, highlighting the curve of Torvald’s broad back and the powerful swell of his backside.
Torvald’s head turned slightly, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. “Like what ye see, little one?” he rumbled, his voice thick with amusement and desire. He shifted, leaning forward on his hands, and with deliberate slowness, his massive hands moved to his backside. His fingers dug into the firm, hairy cheeks, parting them wide to reveal the dark, musky cleft and the tight, hairy hole within. “In ye go, Elias,” he purred, the invitation dripping with raw promise. “Plenty cozy down there.”
Elias’s breath hitched, his heart pounding as he stepped closer, drawn to the heat radiating from Torvald’s exposed skin. The sight of the giant’s open cheeks, the coarse hair framing the puckered hole, sent a shiver of arousal through him. He didn’t know why he was so drawn to it, but his body moved almost on instinct, hands trembling as he reached out, fingers brushing the warm, sensitive skin of Torvald’s hole. “It’s… so warm,” Elias whispered, voice thick with awe and need. “So… you.”
Torvald’s low growl of approval vibrated through the cave, but as Elias’s fingers grazed the tight ring, the giant’s body shifted. With a sudden, playful lean backward, Torvald relaxed, his cheeks closing around Elias’s hand, trapping him in the hot, musky confines of his ass. Elias gasped, surprised but undeniably aroused, his tiny form pressed snug against the giant’s skin, enveloped by the overwhelming warmth and weight.
From above, Torvald’s deep chuckle echoed, laced with teasing delight. “Ye like it down there, don’t ya, little one?” he said, his voice rich with laughter and lust. “Snug as a bug, ain’t ye?”
Elias squirmed, his face pressed close to the hairy cleft, the scent not bad—just intensely musky, like earth and raw masculinity. It flooded his senses, dizzying but grounding, and he found himself pressing closer, arousal coiling tight in his core. “It’s… a lot,” he managed, voice muffled but tinged with a smile. “But yeah… I like it. A lot.” His fingers twitched, still brushing Torvald’s hole, and he felt the giant’s low hum of pleasure ripple through them both, binding them in the firelit intimacy of the cave.
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