In the cave, Torvald set Elias down gently on a flat stone near the center, where he’d coaxed a small fire to life with flint and dry moss. The flames danced low, casting a golden glow across the giant’s bare skin—Torvald had shed his clothes, his massive, muscled form unapologetically exposed as he sat cross-legged beside Elias. The firelight played over the contours of his broad chest, the thick curve of his cock resting heavy against his thigh, and the shadowed cleft beneath, all radiating a primal heat.
Elias shivered, his clothes clinging to his frame, useless against the cave’s chill. Torvald’s keen eyes caught the tremor, his gaze softening with concern and something deeper, hungrier. “Yer freezin’, ain’t ye?” he rumbled, voice like a low quake, thick with care. His nakedness made the words feel raw, unguarded. “Want me to put ye somewhere warm, little one? Somewhere… cozy?”
Elias’s breath caught, his face flushing as he met Torvald’s stare. The giant’s tone carried a knowing lilt, a spark that set Elias’s nerves alight. He shifted closer, his voice barely above a whisper, trembling with bold intent. “Somewhere *really* warm, Torvald. Somewhere… right up against me.”
Torvald’s lips curled into a slow, wicked grin, his eyes glinting with understanding. He leaned forward, the fire’s glow catching the sheen of sweat on his skin, his voice dropping to a husky growl. “Oh, I reckon I know what’s on yer mind.” His massive hand hovered near Elias, fingers tracing the air above him, teasingly close. “Ye want to burrow in close, don’t ye? Somewhere… real personal.”
Elias’s pulse raced, his desire spilling free. “Yeah,” he murmured, eyes darting to Torvald’s lap, where his cock lay thick and inviting, then lower, to the dark, musky crack of his ass. “You want… to hug it. His cock, maybe—feel it all around me. Or…” His voice wavered, needy. “Near my hole. All that heat…you want it.”
Torvald let out a deep, rumbling laugh, rich with lust and approval. “Cheeky little thing,” he purred, spreading his thighs wider, the movement deliberate, beckoning. “Climb on, then. Curl up ‘gainst my cock if ye fancy—wrap yerself ‘round it, nice and tight. Or slide down lower, ‘tween my cheeks. Plenty warm there, I promise.” His tone was thick, intimate, his gaze locked on Elias, daring him to take what he craved.
Elias trembled, the fire’s faint crackle underscoring the electric tension. He edged closer, hands twitching with anticipation as he reached toward Torvald’s towering form, the giant’s naked warmth a beacon in the dim cave, promising a night of raw connection and unspoken hungers sated.
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