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Eirik's concern swelled into a familiar, tender protectiveness, punctuated by stabbing pricks of desire. "Come here," he commanded, and gathered Kaer into his arms, ignoring the discomfort as his swollen cock was pressed between his stomach and Kaer's side. He hugged the young man close, relishing the feel of his hard body in the sunlight, and sought Kaer's mouth with his own. The boy tasted of fruiting rowan and pristine glacial rivers, and Eirik's own salted sweetness.
Kaer twisted in his lap and ground their erections together. They rolled around the pool, taking turns being teasing and demanding, retreating and attacking. Their kissing bouts seemed to fortify Kaer's vigor, and his fingers soon danced under the water to stroke Eirik's aching cock. He pulled back, catching Eirik's gaze with his dazzling eyes, and licked his lips suggestively.
Eirik had other ideas, though. "It's my turn," he told Kaer gruffly. He felt a stab of satisfaction as the silver eyes widened ever so slightly. Apparently the young man thought he was the only one with nerve and an imagination. "Arrogant little shit," he said fondly, earning a puzzled crinkle in the boy's kiss-bruised lips. He ignored it. "Are you warm enough to leave the pool?"
Kaer threw his entire weight onto Eirik, dunking them both underwater. Eirik emerged, spluttering, to see Kaer's shapely white buttocks clambering from the pool. The boy stood and turned, gazing triumphantly at Eirik. "Now we both are," he declared. He put a hand on either hip and waited expectantly as Eirik climbed out after him. Sunlight struck the water dripping from his lean body, gleaming along every contour. His hair dangled in wet locks down to his waist, and his cock angled up towards his flat stomach.
Eirik grabbed his discarded cloak and spread it out beside the pool. It wasn't quite thick enough to disguise the hard, lumpy ground underneath, but it did shield them from the cold as they tumbled down onto it. For a moment, they clung to one another and traded furious kisses, half wrestling, half worshipping. Then Eirik flipped Kaer onto his back and pinned him down with ease. He straddled him and captured his wrists above his head with one hand, wrapping the other in Kaer's damp hair.
"Stay," he said huskily.
Kaer obeyed, lying still as Eirik slowly released his grips, his breath shallow in anticipation.
Eirik started at his lips and traced a trail of probing, open mouthed kisses down Kaer's neck and chest. He kissed each nipple lightly, grinning when a soft cry emerged from Kaer. Then he continued, dropping light, teasing kisses down to Kaer's navel. He dove his tongue playfully into that indent, holding tight to Kaer's narrow hips as the boy tried to buck with laughter. The tip of Kaer's cock brushed against Eirik's chin as he continued downwards, but he stopped when he reached the thatch of startling black hair on Kaer's pubic bone. Kaer murmured in protest as Eirik drew back, but subsided as Eirik pushed his legs open wide.
Eirik grasped one leg and lifted it, pressing his lips into the sole of Kaer's foot. That earned him another rakish giggle, and he aimed a swat at Kaer's groin, which only made the boy laugh harder.
"Serious enough for both of us," Kaer taunted, pale eyes glittering. Eirik elected to ignore that, and focused on pressing his lips into Kaer's ankle, then his calf, the inside of his knee, the back of his thigh. Kaer lost his mockery and took slow, shuddering breaths. Eirik swallowed, fighting with the urge to hook the leg over his shoulder and plunge into the tight pucker waiting exposed beneath Kaer's balls.
Not yet.
Instead, he eased the leg down and out, so that Kaer lay spread eagle before him. So slender and pale, the boy looked suddenly very vulnerable to Eirik. Except for his cock, which stood, strong and tall, on full display.
Eirik had never sucked another man before, but he reckoned he knew well enough what would please his ljuflingur. He nestled himself into a comfortable kneeling position and placed his hands on Kaer's pelvis, to either side of his straining cock. Then he leaned forward and opened his mouth wide, letting his hot breath tease Kaer's erection.
Kaer surprised him by lifting his hips off the cloaked ground and thrusting his cock into Eirik's waiting mouth. Eirik fit his mouth instinctively around the hard pole, and forced Kaer's hips back down with his hands. He held the boy's trembling body down and proceeded to fuck his cock with his mouth, absurdly elated at the frantic moans this elicited from Kaer.
He wasn't sure how to make the whole length fit inside, and when the secret didn't become immediately obvious after a few tries, he compensated by using one hand to pump at the base, while his mouth stroked the upper portion. What he lacked in depth, he made up for in tempo and enthusiasm. He bobbed fervently, as if it were a race. Kaer wrapped his legs around the back of Eirik's head and whimpered. He tasted of sex and copper and something indescribably warm and tender, like the scent of a baby's head. When Eirik cupped his balls with his free hand, massaging them in time with his sucking and pumping, the whimpers became cries. Released from the weight of Eirik's restraining hands, Kaer began to pump again, plunging over and over into Eirik's mouth even as he kept Eirik's head trapped between his legs.
Eirik felt himself lose all control of the situation. He released Kaer's balls and base to prop himself up on his hands as Kaer's legs tightened, forcing Eirik's head in closer to his thrusting groin. Eirik just focused on breathing. He found he could do this through his nose, and his nostrils flooded with the smell of musk and rowan trees. In the next instant he realized that Kaer had pressed his cock in deep enough that it now tickled the back of his throat. Every nerve in Eirik's body pulsed, shooting that realization straight into his ballsac with a jubilant throb. Struggling to maintain his balance against the onslaught of Kaer's cock, Eirik groped for his own cock and began to tug urgently at it.
Kaer moaned his name. He unclamped his legs from their death grip on Eirik's head and pulled Eirik roughly off his cock by the hair. The sudden pain read as pleasure, and Eirik shivered as he met Kaer's violent, lust-filled eyes. The boy kept his fist clenched in Eirik's hair as he raised himself off his back, then dragged Eirik up so that they sat facing each other. Kaer brought their foreheads together and released Eirik's hair to gently cup the back of his head. Eirik mirrored the gesture.
Closing his eyes, he relished the feel of Kaer's sweaty forehead against his own, the silkiness of the hair beneath his palm, the stuttering exhalations blowing across his face.
"Please," Kaer murmured.
Eirik pressed their heads closer together. "Anything," he rasped.
"I need—" Kaer's voice broke. "I want you inside of me."
Eirik felt lightheaded. The raw need emanating from both their bodies was overwhelming, but his desire was shaded by concern for the boy. "You're still weak," he said, putting all his effort into keeping his tone neutral. "Fuck, Kaer, an hour ago you were more dead than alive." He exhaled hard. "I don't think," he added doubtfully, feeling blood creep into his cheeks, "I don't think I can be gentle."
Kaer tilted his head and planted a grazing, tender kiss on Eirik's lower lip. "Gentle," whispered Kaer, "would kill me."
Eirik let those words stretch between them. He didn't move for a long moment, though his racing heart slowed not at all. Finally, he cracked his eyes open.
"Well." His voice sounded strangely deep to his own ears. "On your stomach."
Kaer pressed a final chaste kiss against Eirik's lips and then stretched out on the cloak, naked as the day—well, likely as the day he sprang from a peat bog, or however it was that huldufolk were born. The image of those sinuous legs, the slight swell of buttocks, that straight, pale back brushed by tendrils of charcoal hair, was so beautiful that Eirik almost didn't want to disturb it.
Now that might have been the stupidest thought he'd ever had. In one fluid motion, Eirik pulled Kaer's hips up, spread his cheeks, and spat on the crack between them.
Burying his face in Kaer's ass, he plied the boy's anus with his tongue. Kaer whined softly as Eirik dug into the ring of tight muscle. Kneading the supple flesh under his hands, Eirik licked the slipperiness of his saliva all around Kaer's opening. For a moment, he savored Kaer's moans, but his own cock was a heavy distraction. He wanted to wrap it in the heat and pleasure of Kaer's body, and he wanted to now.
He rose up onto his knees and nudged Kaer's legs wider apart. Grasping his warm erection with one hand, he swept the head up and down Kaer's moistened crack, from his balls to his tailbone. He spat onto his hand and coated his cock with two quick strokes. Then he positioned it before the waiting, tightly clenched hole. He could feel his heartbeat in the blood throbbing through his cock, which was hard as diamond. Pre-ejaculate glistened at the tip.
Kaer began to beg. "Please," he whimpered. "Eirik, please."
