Page 54 of A Winter Courtship
Ulrich shook his head.
“Will you behave, Ulrich?” Lutoth sat back, looking pretty pleased with himself. “Will you be my pretty, good boy?”
Ulrich’s cock jerked. “Yes.”
“Good.” Then, completely ignoring Ulrich’s arousal, he returned to putting flowers into Ulrich’s beard.
“Lutoth,” Ulrich pleaded. His cock throbbed.
“Shhh. Be patient, my love,” Lutoth said.
Ulrich closed his eyes. He tried to ignore the feel of Lutoth’s fingers moving through his beard, the pressure of Lutoth’s balls and spread thighs on his belly, the head of Lutoth’s cock kissing his lower sternum.
He thrust his hips a fraction, seeking relief. But only air moved around his heated cock.
“Shhhh,” Lutoth said soothingly.
Ulrich swallowed a plea.
“Now you just need one more thing.” Lutoth got up, and Ulrich made a noise of protest.
Lutoth’s firm arse jiggled as he walked to the other side of the room and picked up Ulrich’s necklace. Lutoth’s erect cock bobbed between his legs with each step as he returned. Once again he straddled Ulrich’s belly. Then, reaching behind Ulrich’s neck, he clasped the necklace in place.
“There.” His rough fingers glided along Ulrich’s neck and chest, caressing the strands of the necklace. “You are beautiful, Ulrich.” Lutoth leaned forward and took Ulrich’s mouth in a kiss.
“Now just lie back and relax,” Lutoth said as he slid backwards to Ulrich’s thigh, somehow managing to avoid giving Ulrich’s cock any much-needed contact. “I’m going to ride your huge cock.”
Ulrich’s cock pulsed at Lutoth’s words. Whilst Lutoth had fucked Ulrich many times, this would be the first time Ulrich fucked Lutoth.
“And then, once you’ve spilt your seed in me, I’m going to turn you over and fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before,” Lutoth said.
Feeling slightly light-headed, Ulrich nodded. Words were far beyond him. Lutoth leaned to the side and grabbed the bottle of oil by the bed.
He poured the liquid into his palm before leaning forward and taking Ulrich’s cock in his hand. He stroked Ulrich’s cock from base to tip, slicking it in fluid movements.
Ulrich groaned, thrusting into the calloused grip.
I’m going to fuck Lutoth.
Lutoth released Ulrich’s length and reached behind himself. His eyes fluttered shut, mouth falling open as he prepared himself.
My cock will be where Lutoth’s fingers are.
Lutoth’s eyes opened, pulling the digits from his own hole. “Ready?”
Ulrich nodded.
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Lutoth went up onto his knees, wrapping his hand around Ulrich’s cock as he positioned himself above it. The tip of Ulrich’s cock kissed Lutoth’s hole. Lutoth pressed down slightly, not enough to enter, just to feel the sensation of the flared head nudging against him, teasing his hole.
Lutoth wanted this. Desperately. He wanted to be filled by Ulrich’s massive cock.
Beneath him, Ulrich gazed up at him, face flushed, sweat glistening on his brow. The white crocheted lace wrapped around his wrists contrasted with his tanned skin. The beige-brown lace wove through his hair, the pendant dangling at the end. Flowers decorating his hair and beard. Together it all brought out a soft side, a side of Ulrich Lutoth didn’t think anyone had ever seen before. A side Lutoth relished.
“So pretty,” Lutoth whispered, touching the beard reverently.
Ulrich’s chest rose and fell, cheeks flushing.
