Elias’s breath hitched, Torvald’s thumb still tracing slow, deliberate circles along his spine. The giant’s warmth was intoxicating, his musk wrapping around Elias like a second skin. Before Elias could respond to Torvald’s murmured offer, the giant tilted his head, eyes glinting with a knowing look.
“Hungry, ain’t ya?” Torvald’s voice was low, gravelly, cutting through the haze of Elias’s thoughts. His hand paused on Elias’s back, fingers splayed possessively.
Elias blinked, startled, his stomach giving a faint growl as if on cue. “How’d you—how’d you know?” he stammered, cheeks flushing.
Torvald chuckled, a deep rumble that vibrated through Elias’s body where they touched. Without warning, the giant shifted, standing in one fluid motion. Elias’s gaze darted up, catching the full, unapologetic sight of Torvald’s naked form—his cock, thick and heavy, swayed slightly as he moved, the firelight casting shadows over his muscled frame. Elias’s throat tightened, and he quickly turned his eyes to the fire, heart pounding.
There, skewered over the flames, was a small chicken, its skin golden and crisp, the savory aroma hitting Elias like a wave. His favorite. Torvald stepped toward it, unbothered by his own nudity, and carved off a few tender pieces with a knife, the blade glinting in the dim light. He returned, kneeling before Elias, the heat of his body close again, his cock brushing faintly against Elias’s knee as he offered the meat.
“Eat,” Torvald said, voice soft but commanding. “Tell me how it is.”
Elias took the piece, fingers trembling slightly as he bit into it. The chicken was perfect—juicy, warm, with a faint smoky tang. He chewed slowly, hyper-aware of Torvald’s gaze, the giant’s musk still thick in the air, mingling with the food’s scent. Torvald’s cock rested just inches away, half-hard and impossible to ignore, but Elias found himself… okay with it. More than okay. The rawness of it, the closeness, felt strangely right.
“Good,” Elias managed, swallowing. “Really good.”
Torvald grinned, leaning closer, his breath warm against Elias’s ear. “Glad I can fill ya up, little one.” The double meaning hung heavy, and Elias’s pulse quickened.
They ate in silence for a moment, the fire crackling, until Torvald set the rest of the chicken aside. “Time for bed,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky growl. He didn’t move to cover himself, instead pulling Elias gently but firmly against him, guiding him to a pile of furs near the fire.
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