[Leif’s Pov—Chamber—Continuation]
I was completely naked, knees pressing against the cold, hard floor, shivering—not from the chill, but from the sight of him. My eyes couldn’t leave him, glued to the thick, perfect length of his cock... impossibly hard, impossibly tempting, and utterly impossible to ignore.
No matter how many tis I’d seen him like this, I couldn’t help wondering... how he moved with it and carried it so naturally. My hands hovered, trembling, and when I finally tried to wrap them around him, my fingers barely t at the base.
"...Are you even human, Alvar?" I whispered, heat flooding my cheeks as I squinted at him. "... Or are you secretly... a monster?"
He regarded with that unreadable expression, then exhaled, like he was indulging in a minor, ridiculous annoyance.
"Leif... just because you can’t hold in one hand doesn’t make a monster," he said softly.
Then, before I could respond, he took my arms in his hands. "Now get up... the floor is—"
LICK.
My lips brushed the tip of his cock, and his eyes fluttered shut, a low groan escaping him.
"...Co—NGHHH!" His sharp sound cut off as my tongue traced him, teasing, tasting, and sending shivers straight through him.
Every groan, every hitch of his breath ignited sothing deep inside . I couldn’t stop. I traced my tongue along him, savoring the heat, the tension, and the raw need that pulsed through him.
His hands tangled in my hair, gripping , holding still. His head tilted back, eyes half-lidded, and lips parted in pure, unguarded desire.
"Hahhh! Damn you... Leif... you’re going to make lose my mind," he growled, voice low and rough, impossibly hot.
I parted my lips wider, taking his cock in, warm and slick, and he hissed sharply.
"Ahhh... yes... just like that... deeper... more... Ahhh—Hngh!"
He pressed into , guiding with hands that were firm but reverent, almost worshipful.
"Open your mouth wide... Leif," he commanded. I obeyed instinctively, swirling my tongue around him, teasing, tasting, and driving him wild.
Every groan, every tremble hit like fire. Every pulse under my touch sent electricity through my veins. Our breaths mingled, our bodies trembling, suspended in a world of heat, lust, and longing.
"Uhhhnn—nnghh..."
His hips rolled deliberately, slow and demanding, and my heart hamred in response. I moved in rhythm with him, licking, swirling, tasting, holding him closer, drinking in every shiver and shudder.
"Leif... just like that... mm—so good... Don’t stop... don’t you dare stop..."
I obeyed without thinking, syncing with him, hands gripping his hips, feeling every twitch, every thrum. His breaths were ragged against my ear, coiling tension tighter inside him. His hands clutched my hair, keeping tethered to him as if I were his anchor.
"I’m so close... I can’t—ahhh—" His voice broke, raw and vulnerable.
I pressed my lips to the tip, soft, wet, and teasing, until his body shuddered violently. His hips jerked, hard and desperate, a guttural roar tearing from him as he spilled his sperm into my mouth.
GULP.
I swallowed it down, tasting every drop, holding him close, my body humming with need and satisfaction. His head fell back, neck bare, sweat glistening along his chest.
"You... take so well... Leif... my love..." he gasped, voice trembling, eyes half-lidded, a mixture of relief, desire, and intimacy shining through.
Then he tugged onto his lap, suddenly and possessively. "Now... continue, Leif."
I blinked, caught off guard. "...Eh?"
A faint smirk curved his lips as he leaned closer, breath ghosting against mine.
"If you can take here..." His thumb traced the corner of my mouth, sending a shiver through , while his other hand moved lower, brushing against my butthole. "...then you can take there, too...by yourself."
His words sank deep, heavy with promise and temptation.
"You’re... so shaless," I whispered as I slumped on his shoulder, my voice barely steady, my heart hamring as heat pooled between us.
Before I could react, he pressed two long, deliberate fingers inside my hole, slow and teasing.
"Let’s... first loosen you up..." His words dripped with promise, his fingers stretching in a way that made my breath hitch.
"Ahhh—!!!" I groaned, shivering, trembling against him, hands gripping his shoulders as if holding on for dear life. Every thrust of his fingers sent scorching waves through , making my whole body ache with need.
"MMhhh... slow... slow, Alvar..." I gasped, arching into him, heat pooling between us like molten fire.
His fingers moved expertly, stretching , filling in a way that was both painfully sweet and intoxicating. Then, with a wicked, teasing grin, he slid a third finger inside.
"Aghhhhh!!!!!!!!!!" My moan tore from my lips, raw and needy.
"You... you took three fingers so well," he murmured, gaze dark and heavy with lust as he looked down at . His hands slick with my wet arousal sperm, he traced a finger along my trembling body, sending sparks of desire through every nerve.
"I guess... it’s stretched enough," he continued, voice low and husky. "You can take now, Leif."
I gasped, breath catching in my throat, heat flooding . "...Ahhh... yes... please... Alvar..." My moan was desperate, wet, and full of longing. "...I need you...I need you so much..."
Then his lips t mine in a searing kiss, and I lted into him, our bodies pressed impossibly close. Every heartbeat, every sigh, every tremble bound us tighter in an intimacy that was as erotic as it was tender.
"Leif... you feel so perfect like this," he whispered against my ear, voice ragged, warm, and needy. "So open... so soft... just for ."
I trembled, lost in the sensation, my own hands clutching him, body alight with desire and the ache of wanting him. "Alvar... I... I need you... now..." My words were ragged, moans breaking through as my body ached to feel him fully.
He smirked, pressing himself closer, letting feel the heat, the weight, and the undeniable need between us. "Then take , Leif... all of ... I’m yours."
My body shuddered at his words, my moans mingling with his growls as I braced myself, hearts pounding, heat blazing, ready to lt into him completely. I looked up at him, eyes wide and trembling, and he tilted his head, that wicked smirk curling his lips.
"Put it in, Leif," he teased, voice husky, breath hot against my ear. "Don’t you want ?"
I swallowed hard, heat pooling unbearably, and lifted my hips slightly, holding his cock, trying to guide him inside. But as I moved, it slipped—slipped out of —and I trembled, a frustrated whimper escaping my lips.
"It... it’s slipping," I whispered, tears brimming in my eyes.
He cupped my face gently, thumb brushing along my cheek, voice low and soothing but still commanding: "Try again... Leif. I know you can."
I took a shaky breath and raised my hips once more, fingers trembling as I held him, ready. But the mont his tip touched ... it slipped again. I slumped against his chest, shivering, tears spilling down, whispering, "Hah... I... I can’t... I can’t do it..."
Alvar rubbed my back slowly, patient, yet tinged with that insatiable hunger in his gaze. "Then... do you want to?" His voice was soft, intimate, and coaxing.
I nodded frantically, my hole twitching uncontrollably for him, lips parting in a needy gasp. "Yes... please... Alvar... I need you..."
A dark, possessive smirk spread across his face.
"Alright..." he murmured, hands moving to grip my waist firmly.
Both hands, strong and commanding, held steady as he lifted higher, pressing against him, every inch of his cock brushing against . I gasped sharply, breath catching, and before I could brace myself, he thrust into —sudden, deep, and impossibly hard.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
I scread, body trembling, nails digging into his shoulders as a shockwave of pleasure and pain tore through .
He didn’t pull back and didn’t give ti to adjust. Instead, he held tightly, rocking his hips with slow, deliberate force, filling completely. His lips found my shoulder, nipping and kissing as he groaned into .
"Now... move your hips," he whispered, voice rough but intimate, sending shivers down my spine.
I trembled, cheeks flushed, heart hamring, and slowly, tentatively, I began to move. My hips rolled against him, every inch of his cock buried inside , each motion sending jolts of pleasure straight through my core.
"Ahhh... yes... just like that..." he groaned, fingers digging into my waist, guiding . "You’re doing good....leif..."
I moaned, breath hitching, lips parting as I moved in rhythm with him. "Hnghh... ahhh... ahh... ohhh..." My voice quivered with need, every thrust sending fire through my body, every gasp making his groans deepen.
He pressed his forehead to mine, arms wrapping around , holding as if he never wanted to let go.
"Leif... look at ," he murmured, voice low and husky. "Tell ...You’re mine... all of you... mine... and I’ll take care of you."
My heart skipped at his words, a warmth blooming in that had nothing to do with pleasure and everything to do with him.
"...Alvar... I... I’m yours..." I whispered, voice trembling, lips brushing his. "Only yours... No... no one will own ... except you..."
He smiled, a mixture of sothing tender and sothing fierce, though I caught a flicker of fear in his eyes for a brief mont—sothing unspoken. Still, he kept guiding , steadying , letting ride him, and I couldn’t help the moans escaping .
"Hnghhh... Haa... haa..."
I gasped, hips trembling. It hurt in this position, but the pleasure—oh, it was overwhelming. Every movent, every thrust, every grind made feel like I was going to shatter into a million pieces.
I was so close... so dangerously close.
He pressed his lips to mine again, slow and searing. "Mmhh..."
His other hand slid down to my chest, fingers brushing and teasing my nipples. "You wanna cum, my love?"
I nodded frantically, breath ragged, body trembling. "Yes... haa... aahhh... haaa..." My words were broken, my moans spilling into his mouth as waves of pleasure coursed through .
His hands were firm on my hips, lifting slightly, pressing harder onto him, every inch of him deep inside . "...Then keep moving, Leif..." His voice was low, commanding, but threaded with need, warmth, and sothing achingly tender.
I shivered, gripping his shoulders, heart hamring, lips brushing his as I continued to ride him, lost in the heat, the lust, the intimacy, the love. Every motion, every gasp, every tremble drew us closer, binding us together in a fire that burned hotter than anything I’d ever known.
And in that mont, nothing else existed. Just him... just ... just this heat, this need, this love we shared in ways words could never fully capture.
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