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.You said I was your prisoner.""Well.I don't and you are." He tried to say it firmly, but his hard cock was rubbing against Zujan'sbelly."Do you know who you are?" he asked suddenly.Zujan might not remember him -- could the man gothrough so many nobles as pleasure slaves that he would have forgotten? -- but surely Zujan shouldremember who he himself was."What?" Those eyes blinked up, curious."Who are you?" he asked again."I." Zujan frowned, thought."I am.Tired.I am tired." He nodded."Yeah, me, too."It was likely late.They should sleep.Hopefully it would all make sense in the morning.And if not, atleast he'd be rested to deal with it.He tucked Zujan into the crook of his arm, petting the slender back.Itwas awfully cozy quarters for his enemy, but he could hardly leave Zujan out in the cold to freeze upagain.He wasn't supposed to be thinking about it.He closed his eyes firmly.***He woke, warm and held close.It felt like a distant magic.He opened his eyes, vision clear and sharp.Bright.The room was familiar -- like something he'd seen in a book once, a faded picture.He slid fromthe blankets, wandering idly from the hearth to the shelves of books, finding a heavy fur to wrap aroundhim.The long body on the bed stirred, hands reaching out, searching restlessly.He hummed, drawn to themotion, returning to the bed, fingers touching those hands.His companion stilled immediately, fingerssliding two twine with his own, a soft smile playing over the handsome face."Mmm." He crawled close, wrapping the furs about both of them, cuddling in.Warm.Strong arms wrapped around him, tugging him against the long body and dark blue eyes opened, lookingdown at him.He smiled up, fascinated for a moment by the dark, the colors, so pretty."You're sodifferent.Like being frozen changed you.""Am I? I haven't been warm in so long.""You were frozen, Zujan.The faeries had all but killed you.They're still outside, trying to get in, angry Ibrought you here.They can't have you though - you're mine now.""Yours." He nodded, yes.Yes, that would be fine.He could belong to that heat, that strength.The man looked surprised."Just like that? Do you still not remember me? Do you remember yourself,Zujan?""I remember." He frowned."I remember ice.I remember the faeries, the bar'cha eating until there wasnothing left but my breath."His companion shook his head, frowning, staring down at him for a long moment and then one shouldershrugged."I am Wintras.You are Zujan.You belong to me now and the faeries -- the bar'cha? -- theycan't have you anymore.""Good." He reached up, stroked Wintras' face, soothing the frown away.Wintras smiled and brought their mouths together, tongue pressing into his mouth as he was rolled ontohis back.He peeped, lips parting, hands sliding into the heavy hair.Wintras' body was long and hot,cock hard as it slid against his thigh and nudged his balls.He wrapped his legs around Wintras, cuddling,eyes still caught in midnight blue.Wintras rubbed against him, mouth devouring his, tongue pushing in.Heopened, moaning low, swallowing hard.So good.Felt so.big.Long fingers stroked along his neck,down to play with his nipples."I." He arched, body moving into the touches, shivering so hard."Cold?" murmured Wintras."You always were."Wintras rubbed against him, sliding and hot, hands touching him all over."Not with you.You warm me.Your hands." He stroked Wintras' hair, petting."So pretty." Wintras smiled."I like you like this.You remind me of the boys you enslaved."He thought, trying to figure out what that meant.Was he a slave? No.No, a prisoner.But he had alwaysbeen a prisoner of some type.Always.Wintras' hand slid down and wrapped around his prick, tugging lightly."I wonder if bringing Furn herewould remind you of who you are.""Furn?" He took a deep breath, legs moving restlessly.Wintras nodded, hand working him."Your favorite.""Oh." His favorite what?Wintras kissed him again, tugging on his cock, making him feel good.Heat blossomed in his belly,making him jerk, toes curling."You feel good, Zujan.Soft and silky.""Soft.I don't feel soft." No.No, he was hard.So hard.Wintras chuckled and kissed him again, thumbpressing into his slit.He gasped, eyes wide, heat pouring from him, pleasure making him ache."Oh." Wintras gasped softly."You're beautiful when you come.I didn't know that.""That.oh, oh that was.so good.So warm.""Mmm.your turn.I want you to pleasure me with your mouth.""How?" He'd seen that, he knew he had. Wintras frowned at him."How? Are you telling me you can't remember sex either? You're no virgin,Zujan.""No.I can remember, like it was someone else, like it was a story told to me.""Yeah? Must be from being frozen for so long.Like, almost a year." Wintras' fingers slid along hischeek."You can tell me about what you remember.After my pleasure."He leaned into the touch, nodding, letting Wintras' hands push him down towards the long, hard shaft.Wintras was beautiful, a strong chest and muscled belly, trim hips all smooth and golden, the curls aroundWintras' cock the same color as his hair.He nuzzled them, breathing in the musk and heat of Wintras,humming.Wintras lay back, legs spreading.He tugged the furs around and over, cuddling beneath them, tongueslowly exploring Wintras' sac and shaft.Wintras' hands slid along his face, into his hair.It was warmhere, and quiet, only the rustle of the furs and the beat of Wintras' heart and his own breath.Wintras shifted, pushing that long prick toward his mouth.He lapped at the tip, purring at the flavor, atthe heat.Wintras moaned."Oh, you do remember how to do this."He tilted his head, continuing to lick and touch.He remembered feeling this, tasting this.Wintras' cockjerked and pushed up into his mouth again as Wintras' hips bucked.He backed away a little, swallowingand gasping."Sorry," muttered Wintras."Felt good.""You taste good.""Then keep tasting." He chuckled, licking again, tongue dragging over the tip of Wintras' cock.He was rewarded with a lowgroan.Oh.That was good.He licked and nuzzled, sucking softly.Wintras made another sound, themuscles in his thighs trembling, but not bucking.He stroked Wintras' leg, fingers loving the warm skin.Those long fingers returned to his face, tracing his eyelids, his nose and cheeks [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]