Page 58 of A Winter Awakening
Gael held completely still, waiting. Orteo’s thighs pressed against his as he moved between Gael’s legs. A hand gripped his arse cheek and pulled him open. He felt the tip of Orteo’s cock press against him.
Gael took a shaky breath.
Orteo’s hands caressed Gael’s thighs and arse. “I love you, Gael. No words can express how much I love and adore you.”
“I—”
Then Orteo surged forward in one deep thrust, filling and stretching and burning. Gael screamed into the pillow, but before that noise had even finished, Orteo was plunging in and out in a rough rhythm, riding Gael’s hole.
“Yes,” Gael cried. Fingers clutched at blankets and furs. “Yes!”
Orteo’s body slapped against his. His cock drove in and out, pummelling that magic spot that made Gael quiver and whimper.
“I love you,” Orteo growled. “And I love fucking your tight, sweet arse.” One hand clutched Gael’s shoulder.
Gael sobbed. “I love you too.” He didn’t have the energy to do anything but be plundered and taken by Orteo, letting the pleasure and sensation burn and move through his body. “I love you so much.”
Then Orteo released him. Orteo’s hard dick slipped from his hole.
“No!” Gael cried.
Orteo rolled him onto his back.
Gael stared up at Orteo in confusion. Orteo moved between his thighs and slid straight back in to the hilt. He thrust in and out, resuming his rhythm.
“I just want to see your face,” Orteo gasped. “I just want to see you, my love.”
His hand tangled into Gael’s hair as he shoved into him.
Gael’s cock lay trapped and leaking between them, rubbing against their hard stomachs.
“Orteo! Orteo! Harder,” Gael cried. “I need it harder!” He wanted to burn. He wanted to ache. He wanted to feel Orteo for days and weeks and months and forever and ever.
Orteo shoved into him with so much force. The mattress squeaked.
“Yes.” Gael writhed, clutching at the blankets and furs before knocking them off the bed.
His body shook and tightened. His face felt numb as he approached his peak. The friction on his cock and Orteo buggering him were too perfect. It was too much for him to take.
“I love you. I love you. I love you,” Gael cried in between Orteo shoving deep into his body. “I love you!”
His body arched and undulated. “Orteo,” he cried out. His cock twitched as his orgasm tore through him, and he spent between them.
Orteo’s thrusts grew wild.
“Give me your seed,” Gael whispered, sinking into the sheets whilst Orteo kept shoving into him. “I need it. I need your seed.”
Orteo yanked out. He pressed one hand against Gael’s thigh to hold himself up, the other hand wrapped around his own cock, jerking himself in a blur of motion.
His gaze roamed Gael’s sated body sprawled before him. Then he met Gael’s gaze.
“Spend on me,” Gael whispered. “I love you.”
Orteo threw his head back, mouth dropping open on a cry as his face twisted. His body undulated, seed shooting from the tip of his cock and splattering over Gael’s stomach, chest, and face.
Orteo panted. He bent over, hand still gripping Gael’s hip, the other holding his dripping cock. His shoulders sagged.
Gael licked his lips and tasted the salty, tangy seed. Orteo’s seed.
