EIGHT
Valentin
“Gods, please.”
As if Val could hold himself back now.
He charged across the field, Grunta’s cowbell clanging behind them.
The shadow of the barn enveloped them and he hauled the door shut, loath to have his hands off Lurenz for even a moment.
So many winters in his presence, so many days spent watching him work the field, or haunt the corner of the room, and now he had the farmer in his arms, pliant and grinding against him.
Lurenz could change his mind at any moment, and Gods above would Val follow his lead, but as long as he trembled and whimpered and met his kiss, Val was determined to make him crave more.
He set Lurenz on the worktable lining the wall and braced his arms on either side of the man. Lurenz snagged his lower lip with his teeth, arching forward as Val pulled away. The small spark of pain lit up his body, dancing down his arms and back, right into his cock.
He cupped his face, sweeping his tongue deep and denying Lurenz breath until he whimpered and pawed at Val’s arms. “You are a wonder.”
He blinked drunkenly at him, lips swollen and lids heavy. “Me?”
“A beauty.” He kissed Lurenz’s nose. “Eyes like an alpine lake, and these freckles.” Val lowered, kissing his way down the column of Lurenz’s throat. A sharp tug undid the tie on his shirt and he tore the flaps apart, sucking on the base of Lurenz’s throat and snagging a nipple.
“Val—” Lurenz cried out, arching into him.
“Close, but not quite.” He sucked the turgid peak into his mouth.
Lurenz clapped a hand on the back of Val’s head, fingers knotting in his hair. He could have groaned from the touch and the needy way Lurenz pushed him lower. Grabbing his hips, he tugged the farmer to the edge of the table and landed on his knees with a thud.
“Would you like to watch me?” He nuzzled his thigh, gazing up at Lurenz.
A flush rode high on his cheeks, his eyes fever-bright.
As the other night, he nodded, never looking away.
Val eased back and undid the front of his trousers, grasping his cock and pulling it free.
He swept his thumb over the sensitive head, bliss shivering through him. “Gods.”
Lurenz made a sound, needy and tight, eyes fixed on the lazy way Val stroked himself. Pleasure followed the slide of his palm, his hide heating beneath Lurenz’s intense stare.
“And you, Lurenz?” he asked. “Would you like to watch me pleasure you?”
Lurenz ripped his eyes away, a look of shock overtaking desire. He licked his lips. Swallowed. Nodded.
“I need to hear you.” He knee-walked forward, cock throbbing in his hand.
“Please,” Lurenz rasped and spread his legs, inviting Val closer. The feverish light in his eyes dimmed, and in a lower register than Val had ever heard him speak, Lurenz issued his demand. “With your mouth.”
Val cursed and buried his face in Lurenz’s crotch, sucking the shaft through his trousers. His hips left the table, groin thrusting into Val’s face, just where he had always wanted it. He released his own cock long enough to free Lurenz from his trousers.
A pearl of cum beaded at the tip, his pink, swollen head glistening like a berry at dawn, choked by a thin sleeve of skin. Saliva puddled on Val’s tongue, and he wasted no time, dousing the cherry-pink head in his saliva and working the foreskin back with his lips, his tongue.
Lurenz trembled beneath him, muscles taut from cock to chin.
His eyes drifted from Val’s mouth on his cock to where Val stroked himself in time to his mouth on Lurenz, matching the cadence.
He swirled his broad, flat tongue around Lurenz’s cock, mixing salty-sweet precum with his spit.
His mouth slid easily over Lurenz’s shaft, teasing sensitive, soft flesh.
With his thumb and forefinger, he gripped the base, sucking as he reared back. Lurenz yelped, hips again jutting from the table. “Val—”
Closer still, but not a moan.
Val swept up his hand, guiding it to the base of a horn.
“Hold tight, Lurenz.” He pressed his tongue flat against the underside of his cock, undulating the muscle as he worked to the tip. “Guide my pace.”
“Sweet Gods above,” Lurenz breathed. He raised his other hand, grasped both horns at the base and, bless the farmer, tugged.
Val groaned, loving being taken in hand like this. He was big, a presence, a wall of muscle dominating every room he entered. But on his knees, with Lurenz’s sweet, pink cock in his mouth, he was submissive to his lover’s whims, a happy passenger to the pleasure he had only dreamt of giving.
Lurenz guided as bid, eyes burning into Val as he steered his pace, thrusting into his mouth with increasing fervor. He dug a heel into Val’s shoulder. Chewed his lower lip. His cheeks blushed bright and pink, the lovely flush dripping down his chest and onto his belly.
Only when his breaths grew rapid and short did Val speed his strokes, matching Lurenz’s passion until his thighs trembled and balls tightened. A low built in his chest, the earliest warning of his rising orgasm. He sucked hard on Lurenz’s cock, refusing to come before his lover.
“Valentin,” he grunted, still not a moan. “Gods, I’m going to—it’s too—”
“Come for me, Lurenz,” he murmured around his cock, sucking and flicking the slit, swallowing him whole as his own pleasure rose. Sweat beaded down his temple, heat boiling in his testicles.
Lurenz tipped his head back as his entire body tightened. His cock twitched against Val’s tongue, and with a delicious, mind-melting moan, Lurenz spilled into his mouth. “Valentin.”
Fuck.
The raw sound of his name, moaned from Lurenz’s mouth, sent pleasure exploding from his groin.
His vision whited out, spurt after spurt of hot semen splashing the underside of the table and onto the floor, coating his thighs.
Salty release filled his mouth, his throat, and he guzzled it down, milking Lurenz dry as he twitched in his pleasure.