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No, Luca would have replied, popping his booty even higher and inviting the stranger inside. I’d rather someone got me into a sticky situation.
When Luca opened his eyes, another trunk had joined the forest. His bulge was stretching the breathable fabric around the head of his hard cock.
His cheeks came over red as he looked around, half-expecting a random hiker to wander by. Half-hoping that a specific one might.
But there was no one. Just as he knew there wouldn’t be. Because there was no one around for miles, was there?
Right now, he was alone.
And he could do whatever he damn well wanted...
Biting his lip, now curled into a mischievous grin, Luca hooked the waistband of his shorts, lifting his hips to slide them down the twin mounds of his beefy ass and the rigid peak of cock. The latter sprung back and smacked into his belly, leaving a trail of dew against soft caramel skin, dripping clear across a treasure trail of dark hair.
He wasn’t wearing underwear. The feeling of the soft material against his dick had been too nice to contain.
Luca was planning to stop his shorts there, leaving the elastic stretched around his stout thighs.
But a sudden boldness overtook him.
Lifting his knees, left and right in turn, exposing his most sensitive place to the woods beyond, he pulled the shorts past his boots, leaving himself dressed in a cap and shirt and shoes, but with his lower half completely exposed to anyone who might be watching.
That realization made his cock jump of its own accord, bouncing up at right angles with a great, veiny throb.
With a toothy grin, Luca tossed the shorts onto the forest floor, committing to the moment.
Luca was no stranger to outdoors sex, rushed and dark and slightly panicked. But he’d never done it like this before, leisurely and in the daylight. Not slowly and intentionally and soaking in the beautiful panorama of the wild. Not without anything to hurry him or stop him from taking as long as he liked.
It was as exhilarating as it was freeing.
He pulsed at the public exposure, the intact halo of his foreskin rolling back to reveal the slick scarlet underneath. He shook at the unexpected intensity of the sensation—at the way the breeze on his cock head and the cool moss under his ass made the veins of his girth bulge even harder. And he shook harder still as he lay back fully against the age-softened bark, lifting his legs and showing the whole forest the place that he longed for the stranger to focus on.
No, not the stranger.
Artair.
Not Arthur—some boring, mainstream name. But Artair.
Luca rolled the name around in his mind as he rolled his sensitive skin back, forcing slowness where haste was instinctual.
The name sounded like some Irish knight from medieval times, strong and armored and off to slay mythical beasts in faraway lands. And before he took off on his adventure, with his sword sharp and face set in brave resolution, it was Luca’s task to show the knight what he was fighting for. To lead him to a tranquil meadow, far from the castle proper, and give him a reason to return safe.
And Luca would do so. Because his splay across the tower floor was mere temptation. A call to battle. But it wouldn’t be how the real act would take place—with the warrior forced to do all the work.
No, he had to preserve his vigor.
And his reward for such bravery was that he would be worshiped.
Luca would lay him back on a mattress of soft grass and gentle dandelions, the dancing firelight of their hideaway emphasizing the stock in his arms and the strength of his shoulders. He would run warm fingers over hot skin. Relish the curves and the weight of the man beneath him. Remove the heavy plates of steel. Unfasten the clasps of linen and wool.
And then, with his valiant knight’s body at ease, soft and calm save the raging spear between his powerful legs, Luca would mount him—eyes transfixed on his protector’s face, yearning to capture the moment of bliss and relief that only he could provide.
And in that moment, Artair would witness him back.
Worthy.
Equal.
Artair would see the sheer joy on Luca’s face as his thick cock slid slowly into Luca’s gripping ass, grazing hard against the spot that always made him lose himself in the deep, sliding sensation.
