Page 53 of A Winter Courtship
Lutoth lifted the covers and slid into the bed. Ulrich followed.
Facing Lutoth, Ulrich ran his finger along the curve of Lutoth’s graceful neck. “I’m so happy you are here.” He pushed a strand of white hair behind Lutoth’s ear. “Will you put flowers in my beard and hair tomorrow? I thought I’d wear them out at the Solstice festivities.”
Ulrich had never worn something like that in front of others, but tomorrow he wanted to be pretty with Lutoth by his side.
“Of course,” Lutoth whispered, snuggling close and placing kisses along Ulrich’s beard and jaw.
Ulrich wrapped his arm around Lutoth and exhaled, all the remaining tension releasing from his body as he drifted into sleep. Everything felt right in the world.
Around dawn, he woke to a sensation he’d felt before, Lutoth threading flowers through his beard. A smile tugged at Ulrich’s lips.
“Morning,” he croaked, throat dry from sleep.
Lutoth looked glorious in the soft dawn light streaming through the windows.
“Morning, now hold still,” Lutoth said. “I need to put these flowers in your beard and hair.” He smiled. “They match the leaf pendant and lace.”
Ulrich stared up at Lutoth in wonder. Lutoth had forgiven him. Lutoth loved him.
“Stop that,” Lutoth said.
“Stop what?” Ulrich’s body felt light and loose.
“Stop looking at me like that.” Lutoth’s fingers continued placing flowers in his hair. “It’s distracting.”
“How am I looking at you?” Ulrich asked.
“You know how you look at me.”
Ulrich’s lips curled into a smile. “Like you are the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen?” He raised his hand and let it slide down Lutoth’s arm and shoulder. “Like you are glorious and wonderful? Like I want to spend the rest of my life here in this bed with you, telling you how much I love you and want to make love to you?”
Lutoth’s eyes twinkled. “Yes. Exactly like that.”
Ulrich’s hand sought out Lutoth’s bare thigh as Lutoth worked. His fingers trailed back and forth along the soft skin. Ulrich wanted to reverently trail kisses along every inch of Lutoth, his cheeks and forehead, his neck and chest, his belly and thighs. He wanted to nuzzle Lutoth’s groin and suck his cock, his quickly hardening cock that pressed against Ulrich’s belly.
“Surely you must be done soon,” Ulrich said.
“Shhh. You’re distracting me,” Lutoth said, voice filled with mirth.
“Hmmm.” Ulrich’s hands slid to Lutoth’s arse, exploring the rounded, plump cheeks.
“Ulrich,” Lutoth said. “I’m trying to do something here.” But Ulrich noticed his pupils were almost swallowed by his irises.
“I’m trying to do something too.” He pulled Lutoth against him, rubbing his stomach against Lutoth’s dick.
Lutoth groaned. His teeth bit into his plump lower lip. “Ulrich! Stop that. Or do I have to tie you up?”
Ulrich’s hands tightened and froze on Lutoth’s arse.
Lutoth chuckled. “Did that get your attention?”
Suddenly Lutoth’s delicious weight disappeared from on top of him. Ulrich propped himself up.
Lutoth walked to the shelf and grabbed something tucked away behind a pot. He turned, holding more of the white lace. “I told you I bought more.” Lutoth returned and straddled Ulrich’s stomach. “Now do you want me to tie you up?”
Ulrich nodded, throat tight, cock aching with arousal.
Lutoth reached for Ulrich’s wrists. He lifted them over his head. He first tied Ulrich’s left wrist to the bed-post. Then the right. “But you can’t fight against them. I’m not sure how strong they’ll be compared to”—Lutoth slid his hand down Ulrich’s arm, squeezing his bicep—“all this muscle. So you need to control yourself and hold still. You wouldn’t want to break the pretty lace.”
