Before Elias could protest, Torvald’s fingers curled gently around him, lifting him off the furs and bringing him up to eye level. The giant’s naked form gleamed in the firelight, unashamed and natural, his warm breath washing over Elias in rhythmic gusts, carrying the faint scent of woodsmoke and earth. Torvald’s piercing eyes locked onto him, curious and intent. “Gotta keep you where I can see ya proper, lad. No more sneakin’ about. So, what’s your tale, eh? What’s a wee thing like you doin’ out here?”
Elias squirmed slightly in the giant’s grip, the heat of Torvald’s hand and breath making his heart race. “I, uh… just wandering,” he managed, trying to focus despite the closeness. “Seeing what’s beyond the village. Not much else to it.”
Torvald’s brow lifted, surprised. “Wanderin’? All on your lonesome? Ain’t you scared o’ what’s out here? Wolves, storms… giants?” His tone was half-teasing, but his eyes held genuine curiosity.
Elias grinned, a spark of boldness cutting through his nerves. “Scared? Sometimes. But I figured… giants might not be so bad. You’re not, at least.” He paused, then added, “Why’re are you out here? Don’t you ever want company?”
The giant blinked, clearly caught off guard by the turnabout. His cheeks flushed a faint red, and he shifted his grip slightly, his thumb brushing Elias’s side almost nervously. “Me? Well… I like the quiet. Don’t need much fuss. But company, eh…” He trailed off, his gaze flickering away for a moment, suddenly shy. “Ain’t used to folk bein’ so… easy to talk to, I s’pose.”
Elias tilted his head, noticing the change in Torvald’s demeanor. Before he could press further, Torvald cleared his throat, his voice a touch gruffer. “Anyhow, ‘s gettin’ late, lad. Fire’s dyin’ down, and I reckon it’s time we both got some shut-eye.” He carefully lowered Elias back to the furs, setting him down with a gentleness that belied his size. “You stay put now, aye? No more wanderin’ till mornin’.”
Elias nodded, his own cheeks warm as he settled into the furs, Torvald’s lingering shyness with his back turn ass in view and with this memory of his breath still tingling in his mind. “Aye,” he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I’ll stay put.”;)
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