Elias’s heart raced as he clung to the base of Torvald’s cock, its heat a siren’s call against the cool night air. But as he pressed himself against the massive shaft, a daring thought flickered in his mind. What if I got even closer? The idea sent a thrill through him, equal parts nerves and excitement. His eyes drifted upward, along the towering length of Torvald’s cock, to the broad, flushed tip glistening faintly in the firelight.
“Maybe… maybe I should try something else,” Elias murmured, more to himself than to Torvald. He began to climb, his small hands gripping the warm, velvety skin as he pulled himself up the shaft. It was like scaling a living mountain, the faint pulse beneath his fingers urging him on. Torvald stirred, his eyes cracking open, glinting with curiosity and a touch of surprise.
“Oi, where ye off to, little one?” Torvald’s voice was a low, amused growl, though there was a hitch in it as Elias’s movements sent a shiver through him. “Plannin’ an adventure, are ye?”
Elias paused near the tip, his cheeks flushing as he glanced down at the giant’s face. “I was thinking… maybe I could… go inside? Like, half in, half out? Just to stay warm.” His voice wavered, bold yet uncertain, as he gestured toward the slit at the tip of Torvald’s cock.
Torvald’s brows shot up, a mix of shock and intrigue flashing across his face. He let out a rough chuckle, his massive hand resting lightly on Elias’s back to steady him. “Yer a wild one, ain’t ye? Go on, then. Try it. But go slow—don’t want me losin’ my head over it.” His tone was teasing, but the hungry edge in his voice betrayed his curiosity.
Elias swallowed hard, his heart pounding as he positioned himself at the tip. The slit was warm, slick, and inviting, the musky scent of Torvald overwhelming up close. He hesitated, then carefully pressed his feet into the opening, feeling the tight, warm walls yield slightly. Torvald grunted, his body tensing, a low shiver running through him as Elias’s toes slipped inside. The sensation was intense—hot, snug, and pulsing with life.
“Easy, now,” Torvald rumbled, his voice strained but encouraging. “Yer doin’ fine.”
Elias took a deep breath, steadying himself, and slowly pushed downward, inching his body into the tight space until he was submerged up to his neck. The heat was all-consuming, wrapping him like a blanket, the walls pulsing gently around him. Torvald’s scent was everywhere, raw and intoxicating, filling his senses. He glanced up, seeing Torvald’s jaw clenched, his eyes half-lidded with a mix of pleasure and restraint.
“Don’t move too much,” Elias whispered, his voice trembling with awe as he settled in, half inside, half out, his face pressed close to the warm skin of the tip. “This… this is perfect.”
Torvald let out a shaky breath, his hand resting near Elias, careful not to jostle him. “Aye, little one. Stay there, an’ we’ll both keep warm tonight.” His voice was thick, a promise laced with desire, as the fire crackled softly behind them, the night sealing them in their shared warmth.
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