The cave’s and its damp air wrapping around Elias like a chilled cloak. Torvald’s massive hand gently set him down on the rough stone floor, the giant’s warmth lingering on Elias’s skin for a fleeting moment before fading. Torvald settled beside him with a heavy *thud*, his bulk shaking the ground. He sat cross-legged, his thick thighs spread wide, the dim light from the cave’s entrance catching the coarse hair dusting his skin. The position left little to the imagination—his heavy cock rested against one thigh, half-hard and unapologetic, while the curve of his muscular ass pressed into the stone, framing a glimpse of the shadowed cleft between.
Elias’s breath hitched, his eyes darting before he forced them to the flickering shadows on the cave walls. The cold was sinking deeper now, gnawing at his bones, and a shiver racked his smaller frame. Torvald’s sharp eyes caught it immediately, his brow furrowing.
“Yer shakin’ like a leaf,” Torvald rumbled, his voice low and rough, tinged with concern. “Cave’s no place for a slip like you to freeze.” Before Elias could protest, Torvald’s massive hand scooped him up again, warm and calloused, lifting him with ease. “C’mere. I’ll fix that.”
He settled Elias onto the floor , positioning him deliberately in the middle of his thighs—right between his cock, now stirring with a slow, thickening pulse, and the firm heat of his ass, the tight pucker just inches behind. The intimacy of it sent a jolt through Elias, his body pressed close to Torvald’s raw, primal warmth. The giant’s scent—earth, musk, and something wild—flooded his senses, dizzying and undeniable.
“Better?” Torvald asked, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. One hand rested on Elias’s back, steadying him, while the other grazed his thigh, fingers brushing dangerously close to where Elias’s own arousal was starting to betray him. The giant’s cock twitched faintly, brushing Elias’s hip, and Torvald let out a low, rumbling chuckle. “Ain’t no need to be shy, little one. I feel ya warmin’ up already.”
Elias swallowed hard, caught between the cold fading from his body and the heat blooming in his core. Torvald’s gaze held his, steady but hungry, like a fire waiting to catch. “You just say the word,” Torvald murmured, his thumb tracing slow circles on Elias’s spine, “and I’ll keep ya plenty warm tonight.”
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