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It hurts.
I don’t want it to hurt. But it does.
And so I put together our little two-man tent, close enough that they can’t really complain that I’m being rude, but far enough that we can have the space that we, thatI, need.
After getting everything set up in the tent, unrolling our mattresses and leaving them to inflate and tucking our packs neatly away, I catch sight of Tor in the firelight. He is dancing in amongst a group of older shifter women, winding his body in a way that, while still sexy as fuck, is safely PG.
I cross my arms against my chest, trying to contain that growing feeling there, taking up all the breathing room I have left. A now partially clothed Seff joins the group as I watch, shirtless and jeans sitting low on his hips. He grabs one of the ladies, twirling her so she backs up on to him, dancing close for a moment before moving on to the next lady. He works his way through the group beforefinally landing on Tor, who he pulls the same spin trick on. This time, however, he doesn’t leave the same space as he did for the others, grinding himself right up againstmyTor.
My teeth clench so hard I feel the spasm radiate up to my temple, my hands flexing at my sides. Just as I am about to stalk over and put a stop to his bullshit, Tor grabs hold of the hands pinning him to Seff and deftly slinks out of the hold. The move is so polished and seamless it looks like a stunt he has pulled on more than one occasion, and considering his old job at the club, he probably has. Somewhat mollified, I realise it is time to get over myself. Tor is relaxed and enjoying himself, and while I may not like it here, I can at least spend some time finding out if anyone knows anything about this mysterious location in the middle of the Woods and if anyone has seen Theo.
***
It’s late when we finally fall into our tent, more than a little tipsy, something we will definitely regret in the morning, and none the wiser about Theo or our destination. I’m not surprised; the coordinates are far off the path needed by most to travel through the Woods, in an area avoided by even those that live here.
We had received one warning, though. Nanna Berry, a woman old enough to be my great grandmother who seems to be everyone’s favourite elder in the pack, had cautioned us about continuing our quest. Her eyes were white with age, and had shone with tears as her paper-thin voice had told us the tales of those who had wandered too far into the Woods, lured with promises, only to never return. Great power, she had warned, lurked in those Woods.
Tor had paled at her words, his skin losing its shimmer and turning dull from fear. Another pack member, a younger man, I think his name had been Luc, had laughed her off and told her to stop spinning old wives’ tales. While the others brushed off the warning, Tor and I had shared a worried moment before allowing the festivities to wash over us again.
I watch closely as Tor sits on his mattress tucked against mine, untying his boots before setting them against the zippered entry. Considering the tent is tiny, it’s easier to sit down to strip, rather than stand awkwardly hunched over.
Which is a crying shame, because after seeing him dancing all night, I would love nothing more than to see him strip out of his layers, piece by piece, as he winds his body around. Maybe when we are home.
Maybe he’d be willing to stay with me a little while, and we could finally sleep in a bed instead of camp mattresses squished together, that half-deflate over the rocky ground... Now only in his black boxer briefs, an errant silver-white curl hanging over his eyebrow, lazy smile on his luscious lips, Tor reclines on his mattress, resting on his elbows.
“I’m cold, you going to keep me warm?” His pout is exaggerated, pushing out his full lower lip almost comically. I roll my eyes, but can’t stop the smile curving over my lips. This guy. He justdoesthings to me.
I quickly shed my clothes, throwing them somewhere in the direction of my pack in the corner and drop down to cover Tor’s body with my own. My thighs slide between his, and his calf wraps around mine, one hand smoothing down my back to slide under my briefs, fingers digging into the meaty flesh of my ass to pull me closer. A whimper falls from his lips as I drag my hard dick over his, grinding us together, and so I take his mouth, swallowing his desperate sounds as I plunge my tongue into him again and again.
Tor writhes beneath me, restless, arching his hips up frantically seekingmore. More heat, more connection. I release his mouth to kiss along his jaw, pausing only to bite his neck as punishment for a particularly loud and breathy moan.
We are in a tent amongst shifters with magically enhanced hearing. We need to keep this quiet, so I place a hand over Tor’s mouth to stifle his groans and incoherent rambling as I make my way down to one perfectly taut nipple. I lick it quickly, before closing my mouth over it, alternating between worrying it with my teeth and sucking on the tight bud until I can feel Tor’s dick give a hard jerk beneath me and the wetness ofhispre-cum soaks throughmybriefs.
I move onto the other nipple, taking it between my teeth, biting down just to the precipice of too hard, sucking hard when I release it and the blood rushesback to the swollen, flushed bud. His muffled, breathy moans are intoxicating. I need more, the urge to pull more of those delicious heady sounds from his body filling my core.
I continue to slide down his body, kissing, biting and sucking across the hard, bumpy planes of his stomach until I reach the band of his boxers. Nonsense words fall from his lips behind my hand, his eyes behind his heavy lids, pleading with me to continue.
“Tor, I need you to be quiet. Can you do that?” His frantic head nod doesn’t fill me with confidence, but still, I remove my hand from his mouth, his groan loud and debauched at his freedom, and pull down his underwear, his hard, drooling cock finally slapping free against his abs.
Darker purple than the rest of his body, flushed and full, I trace my tongue up the vein snaking up his length and engulf the slick head in my mouth. I suck at the head, lavishing it with attention, swirling my tongue around and over the slit, lapping up the pre-cum dripping from him. Tor’s fingers wind their way through my hair, fingers clenching and unclenching against my scalp. I fist one hand around the base of his girth and slowly, painfully slowly, slide my mouth down, getting him slick and wet before sucking back up and repeating the long, unhurried trail.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuck.” The cry escapes and I only pull off long enough to mutter a quickshhhbefore taking him back in my mouth. The heavy feel of him against my tongue is like a drug I cannot get enough of. Tor is thick and long, and I gag slightly as I swallow him to the root, my nose nestled against the smooth opalescent purple skin there. My free hand reaches between his thighs, spread wide to accommodate my shoulders, to fondle his balls. Tor gives another sobbing groan, arching his hips up, his hands now gripping my head tightly as his desperate need for release rides him.
Still, though, I need more. Fire curls in me, pulsing need pushing to take more from him, and so my hand releases his balls, caressing down between his delectable ass, to slide between his cleft and stroke over his hole, my mouth still surrounding his throbbing cock. A needy hiss ricochets through the tent, and I would have stopped my teasing if Tor’s ass hadn’t ground his hips down, seekingmore. And so I pull off his cock, and soak my finger, coating it in my saliva and his dripping pre-cum, before returning it to his puckered entrance.
Circling his rim, I press in gently, watching his face closely for any hesitancy. But his head is thrown back, tendons tight in his neck, lip between his teeth, so I slide my finger deeper, sawing it into him until my knuckle reaches his entrance. I continue to drill my finger into him, and return to lavishing attention on his weeping slit, licking up the leaking pre-cum, and laving at the sensitive V under the head.
One finger becomes two, as I stretch his hole, plundering him, my fingers brushing that sensitive spot inside him, until he is a quivering mess, feet digging relentlessly into the sleeping bag below us, hips canting mindlessly to drive himself further into my mouth and fuck himself back onto my hand.
I can’t even hear the nonsense tumbling from his mouth anymore, his hands tightly gripping the hair at my ears to encourage me to work his cock faster. I use my free hand to stroke the base of his straining dick so I can focus on his head without choking on his violent thrusts, working in tandem with my mouth to drive him over the edge.
My abs are killing me from my awkward, hunched position and my own dick is painfully hard and leaking through my underwear, desperate for friction, but there is nothing in the world that could stop me from pushing Tor further and further over the cliff to his orgasm.
After what feels like all too soon, I feel the tell-tale swelling at the base of his cock, and I remove my hand gripping him to swallow him to the back of my throat. He cums as I swallow, my mouth and throat tightening around his oversensitive dick, and he shoots again and again. I swallow it eagerly, pulse after pulse, his hole clenching hard around my fingers. Eventually his grip on my hair loosens, and he tugs slightly to pull me off his over-sensitive cock. I slide my fingers out of his ass, wiping them on a discarded tee shirt and give his still half-hard cock one last gentle kiss.
“Oh no, please don’t,” Tor mumbles breathlessly, one arm thrown over his eyes, chest heaving from the exertion of coming. I huff a little laugh and kiss my way up his still-quivering belly, relishing in the way the dinky camping lamphighlights the sharp ridges and contours of his body before sliding in next to him. I pull him in tight, his back to my front, pinning him to me with one thick arm and one hairy thigh, and pull the sleeping bag over us.
We had gotten used to sleeping this way, wrapped up together. A part of me is scared for when we get home and I have to go back to sleeping alone, without his cinnamon and brown sugar scent keeping me safe all night. But right now he is happy and sated in my arms and tomorrow we’ll set out to continue our journey to find his brother. Tor sighs a contented little sigh, nuzzling himself back into me, his naked ass brushing against my swollen cockhead, peeking out over the top of my boxers, still achingly hard.
