Vasily slid his hand inside, fumbling as he wrapped it around Mother’s length and engulfed it, the touch like a brand against his skin. “Oh! It’s different when it’s someone else,” Vasily said, breathless. He slid his hand up and down, his movements hesitant, and Mother thought his heart might beat right out of his chest.
Then Vasily slid his hand over the head of Mother’s cock, capturing the moisture that was gathering there and spreading the slickness over his palm. Mother groaned, and Vasily licked his lips and nodded to himself before taking hold once again with more certainty and pumping Mother’s cock in a steady rhythm.
“Gods above,” Mother rasped, his entire world narrowing down to the heat of Vasily’s touch, the slick slide of his hand, and the tightening of Mother’s balls as pleasure threatened to overwhelm him.
Vasily sped up his movements, and when he skated his thumb back and forth over Mother’s leaking slit. It was too much and just right all at once. Mother doubled over, groaning like he’d been punched when his climax hit him. Vasily made a wounded noise of his own but Mother barely noticed, too caught up in his world exploding as he forgot how to breathe and, just for the briefest moment, his vision whited out.
Mother rocked and panted through his climax with Vasily’s hand still loosely cupped around his softening cock. Afterwards, when Mother could stand straight, Vasily tucked his head in the crook of his neck and let out a satisfied hum, his breath warm against Mother’s skin. “Gods, Bryn,” he said breathlessly. When he lifted his head, his pupils were blown wide, his gaze glassy.
Mother was still lightheaded from the strength of his orgasm, but he’d been brought up to be considerate, so he said, “What about you, Vas? Do you want me to—”
“No need,” Vasily said, his cheeks darkening. “I already, um.”
He shuffled awkwardly, glancing down between them, and when Mother followed his gaze, he saw a damp patch on Vasily’s trousers. “Oh.Oh.”
“I told you I didn’t want slow,” Vasily said. He wiped his messy hand on the untucked tail of his shirt, and his mouth quirked up into a bashful grin. “Watching you lose control, it was…you were breathtaking, and I couldn’t help myself.”
Mother felt something like pride swell in his chest. He’d never had that effect on anyone before, and he found he liked it. He smiled, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind Vasily’s ear. “Next time, I’ll make sure I get my hands on you first.”
Vasily’s breath caught. “Next time?”
Mother leaned in and stole a brief kiss. “Next time. After all, wearecourting, aren’t we?”
Vasily’s answering smile was like a sunrise, and Mother could have basked in the warmth of it all day.
They stood like that, leaning into each other while they recovered. Mother never wanted the moment to end, but he was uncomfortably aware of his soft cock hanging out of his trousers, and so with a sigh he stood up straight and tucked himself away.
Vasily bit his lip. “I should go.”
But he made no move to leave, and Mother found himself saying, “Would you like to stay?”
Vasily gave a small, pleased smile. “Really?”
“Really,” Mother said, his world still warm and pleasantly fuzzy round the edges.
“Then yes, please,” Vasily said, wrapping his arms around Mother and nuzzling his throat. “If I wake up in the night, I want you right there next to me so I can be sure this is real and not just some glorious dream.”
Mother smiled to himself and pressed a kiss to Vasily’s temple.
He felt exactly the same way.
ChapterEight
Vasily stirred the pot over the hearth with intense concentration, careful to keep the porridge from sticking to the bottom. A loud snort made him jump and the spoon clattered, but when he looked over at the bed, Mother—Bryn—slept on. Vasily couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he recalled the night before.
There had been a certain awkwardness to getting ready for bed because even though he’d held Mother’s cock in his hand and made him come—and hadn’tthatmade him feel like a minor god?—it was still a big step, being naked in front of another man. But Vasily had summoned all his courage and shrugged his way out of his messy trousers and underthings, and the way Mother had gazed at him with his mouth slightly open and his eyes dark, like Vasily wasdesirable, had chased away any remaining shyness.
Then Mother had pushed his own clothing off, and Vasily had been too busy ogling to care about his own nudity, because Mother’s body was nothing short of glorious. His long frame was adorned with a surprising amount of lean muscle and dark chest hair, and he sported a very pretty cock. Mother had raised an eyebrow at Vasily’s silent admiration. “Pass muster, does it?”
“You’re gorgeous, Bryn,” Vasily had said quietly, and he’d meant it.
Mother had made a pleased chuffing noise that had reminded Vasily of the horses when they were given a treat. “So I don’t need to find a nightshirt then?”
He’d shaken his head vigorously and Mother had laughed. When they’d crawled into bed together under a well-worn quilt that still bore faint traces of its original blues and greens, they’d spent some time kissing and running their hands over each other. It hadn’t gone further, though, both of them happy for now with just getting to touch, and it had been as easy as breathing to let himself be turned on his side as Mother spooned him from behind.
Vasily didn’t remember falling asleep, but he’d woken to find himself encircled in strong arms, and he’d lain there enjoying the unfamiliar sensation of another man’s body next to his. Then Mother had shifted and his erection had pressed into Vasily’s arse, and Vasily wasn’tquitethere yet—except in his fantasies—so he’d slipped out of bed. After wrinkling his nose at his cum-stained clothing, he’d reluctantly put the trousers on and crept out into the predawn light and back to his own cottage, where he’d washed and changed into something less…crackly, before ducking back down the path to Mother’s and starting breakfast.
Vasily dragged the spoon through the porridge and was pleased to find that there were none of the customary lumps. He lifted the pot off the hob and set it to one side, then set the water to boil for their morning tea.
