slid from the blankets, wandering idly from the hearth to the shelves of books, finding a heavy fur to wrap around him.
The long body on the bed stirred, hands reaching out, searching restlessly. He hummed, drawn to the motion, returning to the bed, fingers touching those hands. His companion stilled immediately, fingers sliding to twine with his own, a soft smile playing over the handsome face.
“Mmm…” He crawled close, wrapping the furs about both of them, cuddling in. Warm.
Strong arms wrapped around him, tugging him against the long body, and dark blue eyes opened, looking down at him. He smiled up, fascinated for a moment by the dark, the colors, so pretty. “You’re so different. Like being frozen changed you.”
“Am I? I haven’t been warm in so long.”
“You were frozen, Zujan. The firefaeries had all but killed you. They’re still outside, trying to get in, angry I brought you here. They can’t have you though - you’re mine now.”
“Yours…” He nodded, yes. Yes, that would be fine. He could belong to that heat, that strength.
The man looked surprised. “Just like that? Do you still not remember me? Do you remember yourself, Zujan?”
“I remember…” He frowned. “I remember ice. I remember the firefaeries, the bar’cha eating until there was nothing left but my breath.”
His companion shook his head, frowning, staring down at him for a long moment, and then one shoulder shrugged. “I am Wintras. You are Zujan. You belong to me now, and the firefaeries—the bar’cha?—they can’t have you anymore.”
“Good.” He reached up, stroked Wintras’ face, soothing the frown away.
Wintras smiled and brought their mouths together, tongue pressing into his mouth as he was rolled onto his back. He peeped, lips parting, hands sliding into the heavy hair. Wintras’ body was long and hot, cock hard as it slid against his thigh and nudged his balls. He wrapped his legs around Wintras, cuddling, eyes still caught in midnight blue. Wintras rubbed against him, mouth devouring his, tongue pushing in. He opened, moaning low, swallowing hard. So good. Felt so…big. Long fingers stroked along his neck, down to play with his nipples.
“I…” He arched, body moving into the touches, shivering so hard.
“Cold?” murmured Wintras. “You always were.”
Wintras rubbed against him, sliding and hot, hands touching him all over.
“Not with you. You warm me. Your hands…” He stroked Wintras’ hair, petting. “So pretty.”
Wintras smiled. “I like you like this. You remind me of the boys you enslaved.”
He thought, trying to figure out what that meant. Was he a slave? No. No, a prisoner. But he had always been a prisoner of some type. Always.
Wintras’ hand slid down and wrapped around his prick, tugging lightly. “I wonder if bringing Furn here would remind you of who you are.”
“Furn?” He took a deep breath, legs moving restlessly.
Wintras nodded, hand working him. “Your favorite.”
“Oh.” His favorite what?
Wintras kissed him again, tugging on his cock, making him feel good. Heat blossomed in his belly, making him jerk, toes curling. “You feel good, Zujan. Soft and silky.”
“Soft. I don’t feel soft…” No. No, he was hard. So hard. Wintras chuckled and kissed him again, thumb pressing into his slit. He gasped, eyes wide, heat pouring from him, pleasure making him ache.
“Oh.” Wintras gasped softly. “You’re beautiful when you come. I didn’t know that.”
“That… Oh, oh that was…so good. So warm…”
“Mmm…your turn. I want you to pleasure me with your mouth.”
“How?” He’d seen that, he knew he had.
Wintras frowned at him. “How? Are you telling me you can’t remember sex either? You’re no virgin, Zujan.”
“No. I can remember, like it was someone else, like it was a story told to me.”
“Yeah? Must be from being frozen for so long. Like, almost a year.” Wintras’ fingers slid along his cheek. “You can tell
The long body on the bed stirred, hands reaching out, searching restlessly. He hummed, drawn to the motion, returning to the bed, fingers touching those hands. His companion stilled immediately, fingers sliding to twine with his own, a soft smile playing over the handsome face.
“Mmm…” He crawled close, wrapping the furs about both of them, cuddling in. Warm.
Strong arms wrapped around him, tugging him against the long body, and dark blue eyes opened, looking down at him. He smiled up, fascinated for a moment by the dark, the colors, so pretty. “You’re so different. Like being frozen changed you.”
“Am I? I haven’t been warm in so long.”
“You were frozen, Zujan. The firefaeries had all but killed you. They’re still outside, trying to get in, angry I brought you here. They can’t have you though - you’re mine now.”
“Yours…” He nodded, yes. Yes, that would be fine. He could belong to that heat, that strength.
The man looked surprised. “Just like that? Do you still not remember me? Do you remember yourself, Zujan?”
“I remember…” He frowned. “I remember ice. I remember the firefaeries, the bar’cha eating until there was nothing left but my breath.”
His companion shook his head, frowning, staring down at him for a long moment, and then one shoulder shrugged. “I am Wintras. You are Zujan. You belong to me now, and the firefaeries—the bar’cha?—they can’t have you anymore.”
“Good.” He reached up, stroked Wintras’ face, soothing the frown away.
Wintras smiled and brought their mouths together, tongue pressing into his mouth as he was rolled onto his back. He peeped, lips parting, hands sliding into the heavy hair. Wintras’ body was long and hot, cock hard as it slid against his thigh and nudged his balls. He wrapped his legs around Wintras, cuddling, eyes still caught in midnight blue. Wintras rubbed against him, mouth devouring his, tongue pushing in. He opened, moaning low, swallowing hard. So good. Felt so…big. Long fingers stroked along his neck, down to play with his nipples.
“I…” He arched, body moving into the touches, shivering so hard.
“Cold?” murmured Wintras. “You always were.”
Wintras rubbed against him, sliding and hot, hands touching him all over.
“Not with you. You warm me. Your hands…” He stroked Wintras’ hair, petting. “So pretty.”
Wintras smiled. “I like you like this. You remind me of the boys you enslaved.”
He thought, trying to figure out what that meant. Was he a slave? No. No, a prisoner. But he had always been a prisoner of some type. Always.
Wintras’ hand slid down and wrapped around his prick, tugging lightly. “I wonder if bringing Furn here would remind you of who you are.”
“Furn?” He took a deep breath, legs moving restlessly.
Wintras nodded, hand working him. “Your favorite.”
“Oh.” His favorite what?
Wintras kissed him again, tugging on his cock, making him feel good. Heat blossomed in his belly, making him jerk, toes curling. “You feel good, Zujan. Soft and silky.”
“Soft. I don’t feel soft…” No. No, he was hard. So hard. Wintras chuckled and kissed him again, thumb pressing into his slit. He gasped, eyes wide, heat pouring from him, pleasure making him ache.
“Oh.” Wintras gasped softly. “You’re beautiful when you come. I didn’t know that.”
“That… Oh, oh that was…so good. So warm…”
“Mmm…your turn. I want you to pleasure me with your mouth.”
“How?” He’d seen that, he knew he had.
Wintras frowned at him. “How? Are you telling me you can’t remember sex either? You’re no virgin, Zujan.”
“No. I can remember, like it was someone else, like it was a story told to me.”
“Yeah? Must be from being frozen for so long. Like, almost a year.” Wintras’ fingers slid along his cheek. “You can tell
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