[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 times 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 met 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 me with that unreadable expression, then exhaled, like he was indulging in a minor, ridiculous annoyance.
"Leif… just because you can't hold me in one hand doesn't make me a monster," he said softly.
Then, before I could respond, he took my arms in his hands. "Now get up… the floor is—"
LICK.
