Elias’s breath hitched, his body caught in the pull of Torvald’s heat and the weight of his words. The giant’s thumb still traced slow, deliberate circles on his spine, each touch stoking the fire pooling low in Elias’s gut. But before Elias could muster a response, Torvald’s hand stilled, and he let out a low grunt.
“Hold that thought, little one,” Torvald rumbled, his voice thick with promise. He shifted, easing Elias gently to the floor, and rose to his full, towering height. Still gloriously naked, his body gleamed in the firelight—broad shoulders, thick muscles, and the heavy sway of his cock, half-hard and unashamed. “Gonna grab somethin’ to keep us cozy.”
Torvald strode toward the corner of the room, each step a thunderous *boom* that seemed to shake the very air. His ass flexed with every movement, the tight pucker catching the dim light as he bent slightly to snatch a thick fur blanket from a pile. Elias’s eyes followed, helpless, his throat dry as Torvald turned and walked back, his footfalls echoing like a drumbeat. The giant’s cock swung faintly with each step, his balls heavy and low, framed by coarse, dark hair.
He stopped above Elias, looming like a mountain, the fire casting shadows across his chiseled form. His gaze burned down, intense and unyielding, as he held the blanket loosely at his side. “Well, now,” Torvald said, voice low and teasing, “you wanna stay down there, or you gettin’ closer?.”
Elias’s heart pounded, heat flooding his face and far lower. “Yes,” he blurted, the word spilling out before he could second-guess it.
Torvald’s brows shot up, a flicker of surprise crossing his rugged face. “Well, okay,” he chuckled, deep and warm. “Didn’t expect that so fast.” He lowered himself to the floor with a slow, deliberate grace, stretching out above Elias. The giant’s massive frame settled close—too close—that his hairy balls brushing just inches from Elias’s face, the musky scent of them overwhelming. Torvald’s ass was right there, the tight pucker flexing faintly as he adjusted, a raw, primal sight that sent a shiver through Elias’s core.
With a lazy grin, Torvald draped the fur blanket over his body, the heavy pelt settling across his broad chest and thick thighs, leaving Elias tucked in the warm cocoon of his presence. “G’night, little one,” Torvald murmured, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the air. “Sleep tight… or don’t.”
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