Torvald’s massive shoulders slumped slightly, the storm in his eyes softening as he looked down at Elias, who trembled beneath his gaze. The giant’s voice, though still deep enough to rumble the earth, carried a nervous edge, almost as if he were afraid of the words about to spill from his lips. “There’s… one way,” he said, hesitating, his thick fingers twitching at his sides. “A way to mend what’s been broken. But it’s… it’s not what you’d expect.”
Elias blinked, his heart pounding, unsure if he should feel relief or dread. “What is it? I’ll do anything, Torvald, I swear.”
Torvald’s gaze darted away for a moment, his jaw tightening as if wrestling with something unspoken. When he finally looked back, his eyes held a strange mix of resolve and vulnerability. “We… we have to…” He swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. “We have to have sex. Completely. Body and soul. It’s the only way to seal the rift you’ve caused.”
Elias’s breath caught, his cheeks flushing as the weight of Torvald’s words sank in. “You mean…?”
Torvald nodded, his expression softening further, though his nervousness was plain. “Aye. It’s… intimate. More than you might be ready for. But it’s the only way to make this right.”
The air between them grew heavy, charged with something unspoken. Elias’s mind raced, but beneath the fear and uncertainty, there was a spark—something about Torvald’s presence, his raw power and unexpected gentleness, that stirred feelings Elias couldn’t name. He nodded slowly, his voice barely audible. “Okay. I trust you.”
Torvald’s eyes widened slightly, as if he hadn’t expected Elias’s agreement. He stepped closer, his massive hand reaching out, hesitant at first, before gently cupping Elias’s face. The touch was warm, surprisingly tender for someone so large. “You’re sure?” Torvald asked, his thumb brushing lightly over Elias’s cheek.
Elias’s heart thundered, but he leaned into the touch, nodding again. “I’m sure.”
Torvald exhaled, a shaky sound, and guided Elias to a secluded clearing nearby, where the moonlight filtered through the trees, casting a soft glow over them. The giant knelt, bringing himself closer to Elias’s level, though he still towered over him. “I’ll be gentle,” Torvald murmured, his voice thick with something that sounded like care. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Elias’s breath hitched as Torvald’s hands moved to his shoulders, pulling him closer. Their lips met, tentative at first, a brush of warmth that sent a shiver down Elias’s spine. Torvald’s kiss was slow, deliberate, but there was a hunger behind it, a passion that grew as Elias responded, his hands finding Torvald’s broad chest. The kiss deepened, their breaths mingling, and Elias felt a warmth spreading through him, a pull toward Torvald that went beyond the moment.
Torvald’s hands roamed, careful but firm, peeling away Elias’s clothes with a reverence that made Elias’s skin tingle. “You’re… beautiful,” Torvald whispered, almost to himself, his eyes tracing Elias’s form in the moonlight. Elias flushed, his own hands fumbling to touch Torvald, to feel the strength and warmth of him.
As they sank to the soft earth, Torvald’s touch grew more confident, his lips trailing down Elias’s neck, his hands guiding Elias beneath him. Elias gasped, overwhelmed by the size and heat of Torvald, but the giant was patient, his movements slow and deliberate, ensuring Elias felt safe,. “Tell me if it’s too much,” Torvald murmured against Elias’s ear, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill through him.
“It’s not,” Elias breathed, his hands gripping Torvald’s shoulders, pulling him closer. “I want this. I want… you.”
Torvald’s eyes darkened with something unspoken, and he kissed Elias again, fierce and deep, as their bodies began to move together. The intimacy was electric, each touch igniting something deeper, a connection neither could name. Torvald was careful, but his passion was undeniable, his hands and lips worshipping Elias in a way that made Elias feel cherished, desired. Elias surrendered to it, letting Torvald take the lead, their rhythm building, a dance of give and take that left them both breathless.
The world narrowed to just them, the heat of their bodies, the way Torvald’s hands held Elias like he was something precious. Elias’s gasps turned to moans, his fingers digging into Torvald’s back as the giant’s movements grew more urgent, driven by a shared need. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, there was something more—feelings neither dared to voice, flickering in the intensity of their gaze.
When the climax came, it was overwhelming, a wave that crashed over them both. Elias cried out, his body trembling as Torvald held him close, their breaths ragged, their hearts pounding as one. Torvald followed moments later, a low groan escaping him as he buried his face in Elias’s neck, his arms tightening around him.
For a long moment, they lay there, tangled together, the night air cool against their heated skin. Torvald’s hand found Elias’s, their fingers intertwining, and though neither spoke, the silence was heavy with unspoken emotions. Elias’s chest ached with something he couldn’t name, and when he glanced at Torvald, he saw the same conflict in the giant’s eyes—a longing, a connection, too raw to acknowledge yet.
Torvald pressed a soft kiss to Elias’s forehead, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’ve done it, Elias. The rift… it’s sealed.”
Elias nodded, his throat tight, but as he curled closer to Torvald’s warmth, he knew something else had begun—something neither of them was ready to face, but that neither could deny.
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