Elias hesitated only a moment before scooting closer, his small frame dwarfed by Torvald’s sprawling form. The firelight bathed the giant’s cock in a warm glow, its thick, heavy length resting against his thigh, pulsing faintly with life. Elias’s breath hitched, his fingers twitching as he reached out, hovering just shy of touching it. The heat radiating from Torvald’s skin was magnetic, pulling him in.
“Goin’ for it, are ye?” Torvald’s voice was a low, teasing growl, his eyes glinting with amusement and desire. He shifted slightly, making his cock twitch invitingly, the motion deliberate. “Go on, little one. Ain’t gonna bite… less ye want it to.”
Elias’s cheeks burned, but he didn’t retreat. His voice came out soft, shaky, but laced with want. “It’s… so warm. I just… wanna feel it. All that heat, right up against me.” His fingers brushed the base of Torvald’s cock, tentative, marveling at its girth, the skin softer than he’d expected.
Torvald let out a rough hum, his massive hand settling on Elias’s back, guiding him closer without forcing it. “That’s it, tiny. Curl up ‘gainst it. Wrap yer hands ‘round what ye can.” His tone thickened, a hungry edge creeping in. “Tell me how it feels, havin’ all that pressed to ye.”
Elias swallowed, pressing his chest against the side of Torvald’s cock, its warmth enveloping him like a living furnace. “It’s… heavy,” he whispered, voice trembling with awe. “So hot, like… it’s alive. I can feel your pulse.” His hands slid higher, hugging as much of the shaft as he could, his own body tingling with the intimacy of it.
Torvald’s grin was all teeth, predatory but warm. . Keep clingin’ like that, an’ I’ll make sure ye stay plenty warm tonight.” His fingers stroked Elias’s spine, slow and possessive, as the fire crackled softly behind them.