Page 17 of A Winter Courtship
He would just have to prove to Ulrich throughout the Solstice season how serious Lutoth was about the man.
Because right now, he needed to suck Ulrich’s massive dick.
Lutoth opened his mouth and guided the flared head past his lips, one hand gripping Ulrich’s meaty thigh. Ulrich’s cock might be the largest he’d ever sucked, but luckily Lutoth had practised a lot in the past. He groaned as the thick dick filled his mouth, stretching his lips. He made slurping noises as he bobbed up and down, taking the head and only half the length into his mouth. Ulrich’s hand tightened on Lutoth’s shoulder.
Then he drew Ulrich’s member deep, swallowing Ulrich. His throat tightened, his gag reflex kicking in, but he relaxed, determined to take every magnificent, thick inch of Ulrich. He withdrew, and each time he took Ulrich back into his mouth, he took more of Ulrich’s shaft.
“Oh, Lutoth. You can’t—” Ulrich broke off the sentence, lost in a cry of pleasure as Lutoth swallowed him whole, right to the root.
Lutoth buried his nose in Ulrich’s pubic hair, throat massaging Ulrich’s cock.
Eyes wide, Ulrich stared down at him. His mouth fell open on a soundless gasp.
After a moment, Lutoth pulled back, drawing breath through his nose and into his lungs. Gasps and cries of pleasure escaped Ulrich’s mouth as Lutoth took him into his throat again and again. Ulrich’s fingers dug into Lutoth’s shoulders as if Ulrich forced himself to hold still.
Placing a hand on Ulrich’s hip, Lutoth urged the man to thrust.
Lutoth could take it. Lutoth wanted to take it. He wanted to take everything Ulrich could give him. Because although he hadn’t planned this gift, he wanted to show Ulrich that he could give him pleasure like he’d never known.
Tentative at first, Ulrich thrust. But when Lutoth didn’t choke or pull away, he thrust again, and again, until he fucked Lutoth’s throat.
“Lutoth,” Ulrich moaned, his hips jerking. “Lutoth, I’m not going to last!”
Neither was Lutoth. His eyes watered. He reached down and freed his own aching erection and stroked it.
“Oh. Oh. Lutoth!” Ulrich threw back his head as his thrusts stuttered, his hot seed spilling into Lutoth’s throat.
Lutoth kept working himself, so close to his own peak.
Fumbling, Ulrich withdrew his cock from Lutoth’s mouth and dropped heavily to his knees. He winced. His large, trembling hand wrapped around Lutoth’s, both jerking him.
Lutoth’s body tensed, and his balls pulled up. He cried out as the pleasure burst inside him. His spend spurted between them.
He collapsed against Ulrich as the aftershocks of his orgasm passed through him, gasping for air.
Finally, his breathing returned to normal. They stayed pressed together.
Lutoth didn’t want to leave Ulrich. Not yet.
“Can I…” Lutoth trailed off. Perhaps he was moving too fast. Perhaps he needed to slow down. This wasn’t his plan.
“Can you what?” Ulrich asked.
Lutoth took a breath. “Can I stay with you tonight? In your bed?”
“You’d want to?” Ulrich asked, sounding surprised. “I mean, of course you can! If you’d like.” He said the last part as if he couldn’t quite believe Lutoth would want to.
Lutoth smiled. “Then I’ll stay with you tonight.”
Ulrich’s smile blinded him.
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Ulrich gazed at Lutoth’s bare shoulder. He wanted to touch his skin and run his hands along his slender back. But he wasn’t sure it would be welcomed. This situation was new to him. He’d never spent the night with anyone before. When he’d had sex in Bordertown, he’d never stayed longer than the time it took to dress.
He didn’t know if he was still allowed to touch Lutoth in the morning light. And he didn’t want to risk Lutoth pulling away from him. That would hurt too much.
The previous evening, they’d tumbled into bed after a supper of bread and cheese. There they sucked and stroked each other before falling asleep. Throughout the night, they’d woken several times to repeat. And Lutoth had smiled and laughed as he kissed him.
