Chapter 13 #2
He carefully slid his mouth down until his lips met his own hand where he gripped the base so he didn’t go too far and choke himself.
With practice, he knew he’d be able to take more, but for his first time, he didn’t want to push himself too far.
He moaned softly around the cock, letting his tongue trace over the head again.
“Good boy, Snow, that’s it,” Sigmund purred, stroking his hair.
Encouraged, Snow bobbed his head up and down, like he had felt Sigmund do to him the other morning.
It took a few tries before he found a good angle and rhythm that he liked, and his mouth watered more than he expected, but he decided that he liked this, giving pleasure to someone with his mouth, especially when Sigmund let out a sound that was half gasp, half growl. “Fuck yeah, beautiful, just like that.”
Snow bobbed his head up and down, letting his hand slide up and down the spit-slick shaft too for extra stimulation.
He could taste the salty beads forming at the tip of Sigmund’s cock, and he paused to run his tongue over it and swallow them before going back to bobbing his head.
His jaw was a little tired, not used to this sort of motion, but he was not about to stop.
The little men had given him so much pleasure the other day, he wanted to return the favor as much as he could, and the sounds Sigmund was making were like music to his ears.
Moving his tongue around to tease as his head bobbed was becoming easier, and he felt little surges under his fingers wrapped around Sigmund’s shaft.
The man’s fingers tightened in his hair a little.
“Gonna… come, Snow…” he warned. Snow eagerly kept up the movement, trying to encourage Sigmund with his hand and mouth.
He wanted to bring the man to his release, to bring him pleasure and make him feel as good as everyone made him feel.
Sigmund let out a breathy little shout that sounded much louder in the silence of the cottage than it probably was, and he spilled his passion into Snow’s mouth.
He wasn’t quite sure what he had expected, but feeling Sigmund’s cock throb and pulse in between his lips made Snow’s heart do a little dance inside of him.
But he choked trying to swallow it down, not quite prepared for it, and most of it dripped from his mouth.
He swiped at it with his hand and then brushed it over his breeches, the mess fading away instantly as he slowly drew back from Sigmund under the table and swallowed thickly again.
Sigmund panted softly, then reached down to pull Snow forward.
Snow followed and let him guide him out from under the table and to his feet again.
Sigmund grinned. “My turn.” He pushed Snow back until the young man was sitting on the edge of the dining table, his fingers deftly undoing his breeches.
He was much faster and efficient than Snow had been, and his own cock was down Sigmund’s throat almost before Snow realized what was happening.
He let out a gasp, his hands flying to the little man’s hair, holding onto it.
Sigmund wrapped his arms around Snow’s lower back and pulled him close so his face was practically mashed against Snow’s lower stomach, sucking and licking at his cock like a starving man served a gourmet meal.
He mewled softly, Sigmund’s throat swallowing him expertly, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long anyway.
He panted and groaned, his fingers clawing lightly at Sigmund’s hair, his head tipped back and eyes half-lidded in pleasure.
He barely noticed when someone entered from the bedroom, until he heard Grim’s soft chuckle, “Well, good morning. Got your breakfast already, I see.”
Sigmund made a rude gesture at Grim but didn’t stop what he was doing.
Snow felt a slightly embarrassed blush color his face, but he forced himself to stay still and let Sigmund continue to pleasure him.
Streaks of blissful fire rushed through his veins, and his hips gave a few little bucks off the table before he spilled his own pleasure down Sigmund’s throat.
The little man swallowed easily around him, his breath warm on Snow’s skin, before he slowly drew back, giving the head of Snow’s cock a few extra strokes with his tongue to not miss a drop, which made Snow jump and whine at the stimulation.
Sigmund pulled away, and cool air brushed over his heated skin.
He opened his eyes fully to see that Grim was completely ignoring them, urging the fire in the hearth back to life as if he were alone in the room.
Sigmund grinned, and Snow wrapped his arms around his neck, stroking his hair. “Thank you.”
Sigmund laughed, leaning up to kiss him again. “Thank you, darlin’. Great way to start off my day.”
Snow laughed as Sigmund helped him down from the table, and he slid his breeches back on.
“Heigh-ho, it’s off to hunt I go,” said Sigmund with a playful little hop in his step as he headed toward the door, grabbing the bow and arrows next to it.
Snow followed after him. “I wish you all the luck in the world, even if it makes me sad that you have to kill animals for food.”
“You have such a good heart, Snow,” Sigmund said, giving him a hug around the waist. Snow returned it, leaning down to give him another kiss. And then the little man was out the door into the slowly breaking dawn.
Snow glanced over at Grimwald, hearing stirring in the next room as the other little men seemed to be awakening. “I’m sorry you walked in on that first thing in the morning, Grim,” he said with a small, apologetic smile.
Grim snorted. “I’ve woken up to much worse, kid. Trust me.”
“I do,” Snow said with a sweet smile and was delighted to see the faintest hint of a blush cross Grim’s stoic features.