Garek let out a tiny sound, a forgettable grunt of dismay, and continued his expert traveling of Tomasz’s body. He took a nipple between his fingers and pinched, humming happily when Tomasz’s whimpered and twitched against him.
The scruff of beard tickled his ear and cheek, and Garek pinched his nipple again, sucking on his throat until Tomasz moaned, back arching.
“Garek.”
“You say my name so sweetly.”
“Keep doing that, and I’ll scream it.”
Garek chuckled. “Careful who you make bargains with, Tomasz.”
His palm pressed hard down the front of Tomasz’s torso. Clever fingers untied his trousers, and Garek took Tomasz in hand, stroking him through his underclothes.
Gods, it was bliss. The fire warming his front and Garek heating his back as he stroked Tomasz to the edge of bliss. He could die a happy man in this moment, if not for the wheedling guilt that had stayed with him from the night before.
Garek thumbed the head of his cock, causing Tomasz to press his rear harder against him. The thick length of his cock dug into his backside, another reminder of the debt between them. This was more than he could have wished for a cold winter night, but to let Garek touch him, pleasure him, without the chance to do the same would not stand.
“Garek,” he gasped the man’s name, craning his neck to see his face as he asked, “May I touch you?”
“And deny me the pleasure?” A subtle smirk curled the corner of his mouth, silver eyes fixed on Tomasz’s face.
“I would deny nothing to you.” The truth. He ached for more of Garek, balls heavy with the need for release. “But I cannot bear watching you leave without knowing you have received as much pleasure as I.”
“To feel you in my hand, pressed against my body, brings me pleasure enough.”
“Do you not like to finish with men?”
His stroking slowed. Garek considered Tomasz, lingering on his pouting mouth. “It has been longer than I care to admit since I was lucky enough to do so.”
“Then end the spell with me.”
Oddly, his gaze darkened and chilled. “Would that I could break the spell, Tomasz.” He kissed him softly. Sweetly. “But it is my curse to never be caught.”
What that meant, Tomasz could not fathom. Not when Garek worked beneath his underclothes and took him truly in hand.His palm, callused yet soft, stroked the length of his cock, smearing the pearled bead at the head and using it to smooth his motion.
Tomasz moaned, head dropping as pleasure consumed him.
“Please,” he begged, rocking his hips against Garek. “There must be some way we can—” Garek swiveled his wrist, “Gods, Garek.”
“Not yet, Tomasz.”
His hand left him, followed by the weight of Garek’s arm. He rustled at Tomasz’s back, grunting quietly, and then tugged Tomasz’s trousers and underclothes low. Cold air kissed his hip, his rear, and Garek cupped his chin.
“Spit,” he demanded, and Tomasz obeyed, unable to deny Garek anything. “Good boy.”
Garek’s hand disappeared, and a moment later, he groaned, cursing quietly as his breathing hitched.
“Widen your legs,” he commanded in a strained voice. Tomasz did so, and Garek fitted his thick erection between Tomasz’s thighs. Hips slammed against his rear, and Garek pressed his thighs together, forcing Tomasz’s legs tight around his cock.
“I feel you everywhere.” He kissed Tomasz’s neck, rocking lightly. “Gods, you’re like silk.”
“More like worn wool.” The last word escaped as a moan.
“Of the finest weave.”
And those were the last words spoken between them.
Garek resumed his strokes, drawing Tomasz closer and closer to the edge as he fucked between his thighs. Their moans mingled, muffled only by Garek’s mouth against his shoulder. His fingers working into Tomasz’s mouth.
