Chapitre 23
You and me, part 1

SMUT WARNING !

(DO I really need to point it out seeing how the previous chapter ended ? Dunno, just making sure). If you don't want to read it, be aware I'll try to avoid adding important content for the story in this chapter, so you can just skip to the following one.

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Smut warning but also excessive fluff… You've been warned.

They didn't need to walk that far because Nuffink knew the island like the back of his hand, so he lead his boyfriend to a nice little cave where the viking lit up a fire and sprawled the blankets on the ground, making them a comfy and warm mattress. Frost watched him doing so with a mixture of fascination and curiosity, until the viking came back to him with an amused smile on his face. Though the smile was quickly replaced by this peculiar sultry look which was turning the merman's mind into jelly.

Said merman barely reacted when Nuffink took his shepherd staff and placed it next to the blankets, and he let his boyfriend lay them on the soft fabric. The merman found himself under the viking, wrapped in a strong and warm embrace, loving lips kissing his passionately, slowly deepening the kiss. Frost felt like melting in this warmth, like ice under the burning sun, but it didn't want it to stop.

Holding his viking by the nape, he poured everything into the kiss, relishing every inch of this body pressing against his. The warmth seemed to envelop both of them and made him feel hot and breathless. Nuffink noticed how his boyfriend's breath had turned heavy and couldn't help but smile at it. When he wrapped his arms around the thin waist, he couldn't hold back his hands from wandering. He let them venture freely, stroking the boy's sides and back up to his nape, not breaking the kiss at any moment.

Some mist was forming in his mind, leaving him puzzled and unable to think at the same time. It was not the first time he had been in this kind of situation, he had already satisfied this physical need with one-night partners, but that's exactly what they had been : only one-night partners.

He had already felt lust before, but never to that extend. It was not just sexual attraction, the need to feed some beasty need, it was deeper and more complex than that, and much more beautiful. He didn't wanted only Frost's body, but everything else that came along. Heart, soul, love… Every inch of life the boy would be willing to share with him. He didn't only wanted to unite their bodies, but their whole being, he wanted this boy to be his, and to have him in return.

For the very first time of his life, Nuffink had the certainity of knowing what love was. He was feeling it, he had become love. Pure love. And he wanted to give everything he had and was to this person, even if it meant loosing himself, because he was already lost in Frost's personality, laugh, smile, eyes, pout, devious smirk…

This love seemed to pour out of him like a wave of burning warmth, washing over this being that had become so precious to him. He was loosing himself in their embrace, in the caresses he was leaning on this loveable body. Said body was chilly, but it seemed to only feed the growing heat inside of the viking. The gap of temperature seemed even more noticeable as his right hand slipped under the red tunic, longigly stroking the smooth skin of Frost's waist.

The merman tensed in the embrace and let out a faint sound the viking almost missed. That interrupted their kiss, but the viking didn't complain about it as he could now see his lvoer's flushed face. Red was really standing out on the pale skin, and the boy was biting his lower lips in a way the viking found overwhelmingly sexy. He froze seeing such beauty.

Frost noticed how his boyfriend suddely seemed absent-minded and that worried him somehow.

''Nuff ?'' He asked hesitantly.

Nuffink blinked, suddenly pulled out from his reverie, and met the concerned crystall eyes.

''Is there something wrong ?''

''On the contrary,'' Nuffink assured. ''everything's fine. It's just… you're just so beautiful.''

The boy's face flushed again, then a sly smile crept on the pale and mischievous lips.

''What should I say about you, then ?''

Nuffink smiled in a mixture of flutter and teasing. He leant in and slipped his other hand under Frost's tunic, slowly stroking his side up to the ribs, where he could feel the scars of the merman's gills. Frost tensed and shivered at the same time, blushing madly. But Nuffink wasn't done yet as his nose teased the pale neck up, until the viking's lips were resting mere inches from the pale ear, slightly blowing in it as the viking whispered.

''I'd like to hear you say it.''

This breath on his ear made the merman shiver from head to toe. His own breath was eartic and heavy, making it difficult to talk. His face so so flushed it felt like his head could explose, and his chest was not doing better, beaten by his crazed heart. The boy felt a bit ashamed to feel already that turned on while they had only started. Though he wanted it to be only the beginning.

He tried to steady his breath so he could speak, at least making it understandable.

''You're the most magnificent creature I've ever seen, both outside and inside.''

When he heard these words, the only thing Nuffink could do was sag against his boyfriend, sighting deeply in happiness. Not only did Frost's words were mending scars and wounds left behind Avock, but the viking was also liking the mess the boy's voice had become. The way it was shaking, the sighs and the faint moan… He wanted to hear more of it.

He collected himself and sat up, pulling his hands away, but he heard a faint grumble from his boyfriend.

''No, don't stop…''

Nuffink hold back from chuckling and kissed Frost on the neck, juste above his collarbone.

''Don't stop what ?'' He teased.

Frost rolled his eyes. He could have laugh if he wasn't that turned on.

''Touching me- Hum…''

He barely had the time to speak he felt his viking's warm hands going back under his utnic and runing up to his ribs, covering his skin with goosebumps.

''I wasn't planing on stopping.'' The viking said in a sensual murmur before kissing the soft skin again.

He trailed a serie of warm kiss all along the pale neck, up to the jawline, then made Frost turn his head so he could cover the other side of his neck. The muffles moans of the boy were quickening his heart beats and increasing the heat deep within him. All too soon, his clothes were getting stiffening and too tight below. As he was still claiming each inch of the pale neck with his lips, he was startled when he heard a louder moan.

Frost let go of the viking's nape and covered his mouth in shame, face flushed a deep crimson. Nuffink looked at him with an amused smile and gently pulled his hands away from his face.

''Don't be embarrassed.''

''I'm sorry, I… I wasn't expecting to be that…''

''That loud ?'' The viking teased.

Frost frowned with a pout. No, he was laughing at it, unlike the viking, but the thought faded with a new kiss. Nuffink trailed from his lips to his jawline, slowly tilting his head to show he was going back to where he had stopped. He leant his face close to the pale neck, but before his lips on the smooth skin, he spoke.

''I like your moans, Frost. Can you let me hear more ?''

Frost felt even more embarrassed, to the point he couldn't answer, glancing towards the cave's entry.

Nuffink worried about this silence, wondering if he had been too far. He lifted his head up and looked at his boyfriend, noticing his not-calming blush and his eyes darting towards the entrance.

''We're alone here.'' The blond assured, stroking his boyfriend's cheek. ''And even if Ruffrunner woke up, he's smart enough to not bother us. He'll find something to spend time and won't hear you. You don't have to hold yourself back.''

Frost hesitated, shyly nodding but still averting his eyes. Nuffink brushed his fingers under the boy's chin so he would look at him. When he spoke, his voice was barely a whisper, but full of tenderness.

''Hey, you know I would never force you into this.''

The merman pressed his lips in a thin line and nodded again, this time with more energy.

''Then why are you that tensed ?''

It was not a reproach, it was nothing but sollicitude. New colors blossomed on the pale cheeks and the blue eyes averted to the side.

''Excuse me, I… I never… before.''

Nuffink stayed silent for a moment, just staring at the boy's face, his mind blank as he was looking at the boy's features and the peculiar slightly sparkling color of his hair. When he finally reacted, he stroked the boy's temple, softly brushin away some snow strands.

''You're nervous ?''

After a slight hesitation, still embarrassed, Frost nodded once again.

However, 'nervous' was far from acurate to describe how he was feeling. He was scared, he was completely lost and distraught. He knew how merfolk would do it even if he had never done it himself, but he had not the slightest idea how this was working for humans.

''Me too.'' The viking admitted.

Some of the embarrassment eased away, replaced by fondness. Frost's heart skipped a beat and felt like it had melted all over again. He was moved to know Nuffink was nervous too, thought it worried him at the same time.

Yes, Nuffink was nervous. He was nervous because, even if he already had had sex before, he never had to care about it until then. Since he wasn't going to see his partners again, he didn't care about hurting their feelings or body, there was no consequences. Howeevr, with Frost, it the completely different. Before he only cared about himself, but now he was caring for Frost first and solely.

Knowing he could do it wrong and hurt the boy was really worrying him, even more knowing it was his first time. The viking had experience, but not in this specific field. He was so scared to make a terrible mistake it could completely stop him if the desire was not that strong. Plus, he knew that, if he happened to stop everything and delay this moment, it could also hurt Frost.

So he gathered his courage, looked down to his boyfriend and took his hand, entertwinning their finger lovingly.

''I'll be gentle, promise.'' He said with a low but still soft voice. ''Try to relax, okay ? Focus on the pleasure.''

''I'll try.''

Knowing it would be difficult, Nuffink went to help him relax. He kissed him smoothly, trying to distract his mind by keeping his lips busy while his hands went back under the tunic to stroke his sides and waist.

Frost tensed up at first, but he forced himself to relax and focused on their kiss. His skin was very sensitive an dhim really not used to this kind of touch. Nuffink patiently touched him, slowly, tenderly, fighting back his own pulsions that were screaming for more.

His hands were slowly making their way up to Frost's chest, thought he was stopped when he felt his boyfriend's hands on his own waist. He could feel the slight pressure through his armore. Frost seemed to try and touch him too, but the scales-covered equipment was impeding him. The viking smile and broke their kiss to sit up. It allowed him to free his arms from his weight and this he could focus on the leather straps, untying them to open his armor.

Frost watched him pulling off the different pieces, starting with his armbands. The only time when he had seen the viking without his armor, he had been wrapped into several layers of thick furs. In Berk, the viking was always wearing it during the day. So it was the first time he was going to see the viking without the armor. Thinking it over, the pale face flushed as he realised this was not the only thing the viking was going to remove. Though, for now, Nuffink only took off his belt, his armbands, elbow and knee pads, epaulets and boots. Well, it was already at lot. Frost watched in fascination as the viking stood so he could take off the remaining parts. Judging by his frown and the slight fold next to his nostril, he was annoyed. Actually, Frost was from imagining how pissed off the viking actually was by his armor.

Several minutes went by before he finally got rid of the last piece of the armor, that he dropped on pile adorning the floor next to the blankets. Then he gladly leant back above Frost, smiling smugly at the boy.

''Better, isn't it ?''

Frost tried to make any noise when he swallowed hard, he could feel the blush coming back as he tentatively approached his hands from the viking's waist. He put them on the brown tunic, instantly feeling the warmth and the firmness of the muscular skin. He slowly moved his hands up, stroking through the fabric.

Nuffink could fell the chill caresses despite his tunic, his breath quickened and he closed his eyes without even thinking it. Frost's hands were smooth, just like the rest of his skin, the viking's heart was looping in his chest while he was getting impatient. He just wanted for the fabric between their skin to disappear, and it happened when the boy lifted the thick tunic and his fingers brushed the warm skin underneath.

Nuffink sighed and shivered, partly because of the cold, partly because of this exquisite sensation. He bit his lips and hold himself back with renewed strength, he really didn't want to loose control and rush the boy. Thought he couldn't stay as calm as he wanted, he ended up dropping himself on his boyfriend and kissing him with renewed passion, slipping his tongue in the boy's mouth. He couldn't say if this was due to pleasure or because Frost had been startled, still that made him moan.

Nuffink thrust his tongue deeper, as deep as he could, letting it explore his boyfriend's mouth and play with her twin. Frost let out a few muffled moans but didn't fight him off, on the contrary. He moved his tongue against his, their lips still slightly moving against one another. It lasted until Frost needed to swallow the excessive saliva, Nuffink wiped some in the corner of the pale mouth and smiled before lowering his head back to the boy's neck.

He felt the chilly hands moving under his tunic, he shivered when they brushed his ribs. He thought they would stay there for a bit but they kept on running up. It was his turn to moan when they brushed his chest and nipple. Frost stopped, startled. Startle partly by the viking's reaction, but also by the strange appendage. He had to admit that, save from his legs, he didn't really inspected all the changes on his body when he had turned from merman to human.

He had focused on getting used to his flexible tail being replaced by two rigid legs – all the sensations in-between his tights and calves being very strange for him – the fact that his intimacy was no longer hidden under a membrane, and also wondered about the toes. But he had never really noticed the nipples.

Anyway, he couldn't really ask anything about it when he met Nuffink's eyes. They were full of desire, but also fondness. The viking kissed him again before he grabbed the red tunic and lifted it aiming to take it off. In order to do, he needed Frost to pull away his hands from him, but the boy didn't want to. So he took profit of the situation and also grabbed the aim of Nuffink's tunic, trying to take it off as the same time. It was kinf of difficult for them to unshirt the other at the same time, which made them laugh seeing how they turning into a mess of tangled arms and clothes.

When they finally managed to get rid of it and throw the tunics to the growing pile of clothes next to them, Nuffink lost his balance and fell on his boyfriend. Feeling their bare skin pressing against the other's, from chest to belly, it filled them with a wave of euphoria to the extend both felt a bit dizzy. They both wrapped their arms around the other to keep him close, renewing the sensation by feeling the bare skin of the back. Nuffink was feeling like burning in a volcano. Frost was feeling like melting and was blushing furiously. Both breath were a mess.

The snow haired boy felt the urge to touch this skin, with hands and lips. He let the firsts wander along the viking's back, feeling the strong muscles underneath it and tracing the slight hollow following his spine, while the others brushed the sunkissed neck. Nuffink sighed heavily and did exactly the same, quickly stopping Frost as the boy couldn't breath steadily. Both lost their mind in the other's skin. Nuffink noticed that Frost's skin has a salty taste, fresh, reminding him a bit of mint, but salted mint. He thought it was normal for an ice merman, still he liked to think it was some unique smell and taste only the boy had.

As to Frost, he thought Nuffink's skin was salty and sugary at the same time. If the viking smelt a mixture of pine, leather and a bit of the dragon's smell, his skin tasted more like honey and bread, somehow. And this warmth… And the way the viking was grabing his flesh, both strongly and tenderly…

Frost felt like burning inside. This warmth was nothing compared to Nuffink's, but it still was way hotter than he usually was. Suddenly, without his control, he felt his shaft move. And their bodies were so close it poked at the viking's belly. Said viking stopped moving, then pulled away a bit.

Frost's face flushed in embarrassment, seeing how this would have never happened in merman form. Even if he never had had sex before, he still had made use of his room's intimacy to touch himself. Usually, for a merman, the pressure was slowly building inside of their body, making their mast grow and, eventually, pierce the protective membrane. But once it was done, it remained hard and would toss like his human lith just did.

Frost thoughts died out as he saw Nuffink looking down, which made him blush even more. Curiostly, he looked down too, noticing there was a similar bump in Nuffink's pants. The viking stayed still for a second, then he lowered his hips against Frost's, letting both bumps meet and rub against one another. Frost's whole body tensed, but this time only in steep pleasure. His voice broke in a moan so loud it startled the viking.

The touch gone below, Frost came back to his senses and blushed furiously, clasping his hands on his mouth and darting his eyes towards his viking, even if he didn't know if he dared meeting his eyes. Thought he barely had the time to see the shiny grass green his lips got captured in a feral kiss, and just as suddenly a warm and strong hand got a hold on his burning intimacy, massaging it lovingly through pants that were getting wet.

He couldn't maintain the kiss as he moaned again, his heart ponding that strongly it was shaking his whole chest. All he could manage to do was grabbing Nuffink's wrist, who was still touching him. Sunddely, he was assaulted with opposite thoughts. On one hand, he wanted to remove this hand and make the overwhelming burning sensation to stop, but on the other he didn't want it to hand. It was a strange feeling, a mixture of pain and pleasure. The pleasure was so strong it was getting painful.

''F-Frost ?'' Nuffink asked while his own voice was also turning into a mess.

Worry was seeping from this shaking voice. The snow-haired boy opened his eyes, feeling dizzy and was too hot, as if he was only half in the real world, half in a burning erotic dream. He met the glazed green eyes, but that wasn't enought to pull him back to reality.

''Are you okay ?''

Frost couldn't answer. It was strange, it seemed that something had stolen all his strength, he really felt like he was melting, as if he was nothing more that a pool of hot water instead of icy one. Thought it was not something bad. Actually, it felt really good. He wanted to melt in the burning embrace of his viking.

''Do you rather we stop ?'' Nuffink asked.

Thought the idea repeled him, Frost still couldn't manage to react. Until Nuffink stopped touching him. Suddenly, Frost's body was filled with a completely new feeling, every inch of it seemed to get a mind of its own and protest, shout, scream, begging for the touch to come back.

Frost's fingers twitched around the viking's wrist, but still he couldn't move, let alone speak. He wanted to tell Nuffink to resume the touch, he wanted to scream it as loud as his body was doing. But the only thing he managed to do was close his eyes and breath deeply. Nuffink leant in and kissed his forehead, now hot and sweaty.

''We don't have to go any further if you don't want to.''

But Frost wanted to. He so wanted to. His body was still not obeying him, but he knew that, if he wasn't doing anything, his boyfriend would stop everything. That was not going to happen.

Breathing in deeply and forcing his body into action, he opened his pants' buttons before quickly grabbing the retreating hand of his viking. Frost's foggy mind wasn't really thinking straight, he was so focused on the heat and desire and pleasure he had not excpected what was about to happen. It startled him how he reacted when he pressed his viking's hand on his bare skin, and when he felt the warm fingers curl around him.

A strangled moan escaped his lips as he suddenly came on his own belly and chest, some of the white liquid splashing on the viking's chest. Nuffink startled and quickly let go of him while the boy's mind was quicly returning to full attention, his face blushing a deep crimson shade.

''I- Sorry ! I didn't mean to…''

Too ashamed to even look at his boyfriend, Frost burried his flushed face in his hands. Nuffink simply smiled and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

''Don't worry, it's normal since it's your first time. I was just not expecting you to come that soon.''

''That's because you're so warm…'' The boy whispered, his voice a bit muffled under his hands.

Nuffink chuckled at that, making his boyfriend peek from his hands.

''I didn't know that had this effect on you.''

A mixture between a grunt and an embarrassed moan was his only answer, making him shake his head in amusement. Another kiss on Frost's forehead and he whispered against his skin.

''You're adorable.''

The viking layed down next to his boyfriend, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and using his free hand to redo the buttons of his boyfriend's pants, making him look down with confusion.

''Wait.''

Nuffink instantly stopped and gave him a puzzled look.

''What about you ?''

''Don't worry for me, babe.''

The sudden pet name made Frost blush again, though that was not enough to distract him from the subject.

''But if you're not done, we can-''

''I'm not forcing you, I told you. It's okay, really, so take some rest.''

Frost saw in his eyes that he was serious saying this. He pouted, knowing it would be difficult to convince his stubborn boyfriend. Why was he so stubborn, really ? He had plenty of time to see all vikings were, but still. While his put made his viking chuckle and kiss his temple, the merman was starting to sulk. Actually, he didn't say that because he wanted to pleasure his viking.

Nuffink touching him… Feeling his strong arms around him, his skin brushing his, and bathing in his warmth… It was so wonderful, si overwhelming… He wanted it to happen again. That gave him an idea. He just had to say this to convince the blond. So he pushed on his chest and looked up at him, waiting to meet his confused green eyes.

''Please ?'' He asked.

Nuffink opened his mouth, surely wanting to object, but Frost put a finger on his lips, efficiently hushing him.

''I want to feel your touch. I want… I want to do it with you, I didn't mean to interupt us.''

Nuffink just stared at him, lost for words. Surely he was dreaming, right ?

''You sure you can handle more ?''

''No. But if it's with you, then it's okay. Plus, you promised to be gentle, didn't you ?''

Nuffink laughed at that and leant in to press a delicate and longing kiss on the pale lips, immediatly feeling the chilly arms wrap around his neck, fingers running in the blond hair.

He only needed to lay on top of him and press their body together to feel his boyfriend turning hard again, and that made him smile in their kiss. He had to admit he was flattered to know he had such an effect on the boy. Quickly, the kiss deepened and grew desperate, hands roaming freely on smooth pearl or sunkissed and freckled skin, breath quickening and heart racing.

Frost found himself in the same foggy dizziness as they resumed where they had stopped, his viking stroking and taking a hold of his burning intimacy. As the grip started to move up and down, new moans escaped the thin lips, and he was filled with newly sensations. He lost himself in what felt like electric shocks of pleasure, barely paying attention to Nuffink's second hand that was making its way on the other side, pushing down the pants to follow the curve of his ass, before hungrily grabbing the right cheek. The merman twisted in pleasure against his viking, burrying his breathless face in the crook of his warm neck.

Soon, he was grinding against him, following the hands' movements, and he forgot everything about the world around them – if he had cared about it since they had starting making love. The only things left he was caring about was the heat, the pleasure shaking his whole body, and exquisite sensation in his lith and in bottom as he was feeling a burning finger slowly easing its way inside of him.

''N-Nuff…'' He groaned.

Hearing Frost's moans had been close to torture for the viking as he had increasing troubles holding himself back, but hearing his boyfriend calling out his name with such pleasured voice, it was getting too much, just like feeling his tight insides. The merman suddenly pushed on his shoulders and didn't gave him the time to do anything as he felt the chilly lips brushing his chest and his hands catching his pants to open it. So the viking let go so he could help his boyfriend getting them rid of their remaining clothes. Pants and boots joined the rest of the pile, away from their care, both bodies not completely naked save from the jewel the other had given them. Nuffink's necklace was hanging from his neck, catching some light here and there, while he could feel the cold of the bracelet's material on Frost's left wrist each time his hand would brush his skin.

Both bodies met again, this time free from any restriction. Nuffink and Frost groaned in unison when their mast pressed against one another, burning and hardened in lust. Without thinking it, without resuming the previous delicious preparation he had started just before, Nuffink lost it and rubbed his hips against his boyfriend's. His last control on his racing breath snapped and he also had troubles muffling his groans of pleasure. He greeted his teeth and clenched his fists, grinding passionately against his lover, but his pulsions were growing stronger and stronger and threatened to take the best of him.

When he heard Frost moan his name again, he snapped. He pulled back and grabbed the boy's hips to flop him on his stomach, much to the boy's surprise. Frost was about to ask him what was going on when he felt a pressure against his tight entrance. He bit his lips and tried not to moan in pleasure as he felt the finger slid inside of him, and even more when a second one joined in. While his boyfriend was preparing him, his thoughts managed to wonder through the lust fog in his mind. In the end, making love was not very different for humans than for merfolk.

Though Nuffink did notice something different than his past experiences, a difference he bestowed to Frost being a merman but that still tickled his curiosity. The muscles within him were pretty much relaxed and, more surprisingly, his body was producing lubricant. He could see some of the fluid each time his fingers would pull out, and noted the slight purple hue in it. He frowned as he tried not to think back at the only other time he had seen some similar fluid on Frost, the one that had flowed from his gills when he had nearly choked to death. Though this fluid was thicker and paler, almost white.

For a moment, he feared that meant he was hurting Frost, maybe this was actually blood ? He contemplated the idea of stopping everything to make sure his boyfriend was okay, but the way he was moving his hips to meet his fingers and his moans proved he was fine, more than fine even.

Nuffink had been afraid to hurt Frost, to not prepare him properly, but it seemed that, actually, the task was not as difficult as he had thought. He could feel it by moving his fingers in and out, scisoring the smooth flesh. Frost was ready. This fact combined with the growing moans of the boy ended up making him lose it for good. He pulled out his wet fingers and bent over his lover, pressing his chest against his shoulder blades and breathing heavily in his ear.

''Are you ready ?'' He whispered.

A brisk nod was his answer, and that was all he needed. He hold back his breath and adjusted himself, slowing thrusting his beating lith inside. The merman's tigh throat burned as he moaned loudly. The feeling of burning heat and agonisingly slow thrust were a completely new feeling to him, his whole body tensed though he tried not to, but he knew he still had done it when he heared Nuffink let out a faint grunt of pain. He instantly felt a hand gently resting on his below back.

''Gods you're so tight… Does it hurt… ?''

''A little bit.'' Frost admitted.

Just a little bit, because what he was really feeling was how strange and new the sensation was.

''Sorry… I'll be gentler. Try to relax, okay ?''

Frost simply nodded. He was expecting Nuffink to move, bracing himself to feel other inner burning rubs, but he was met with a whole other sensation as his lover bend and lean on him. He sighed feeling arms slipping under him to hug him closely. A warm breath tickled his ear and cheek, then a hand gently tilted his head on the side, cautious not to twist his neck.

Frost opened his eyes to meet the shiny grass green he had grew fond of. Nuffink's face was surprisingly red, and his eyes glazed, lost in lust and pleasure that seemed equal to his. The merman only needed to look at his lips for them to press on his own. Thought the kiss froze when Nuffink slowly moved his hips to slightly pull out. Their kiss muffled Frost's voice, filled with a bit more uncomfort than pleasure. Slowly, gently, the viking thrust back in, kissing him in try to distract him from the pain.

It took a bit of time, and several slow and patients tries, but eventually Frost got used to the sensation and relished in it. His pleased moans made it clear for the viking, thought he still rather asked Frost, who gave him the permission to move faster and harder. Soon the boy relished in each in and out. He was loosing himself in the sensation, even if he didn't last very long and reached his climax in a loud cry. This was nothing compared to the orgasms he had gave himself nore the first one Nuffink gave him.

His whole being felt like exploding, and the sensation seemed renewed with every new thrust. It took what felt like a sweet little forever that ended up being too short for the boy to drop onto the covers, panting heavily and limbs shivering in the aftermath. His mind seemed to have fled away from his body. For a second, he swore he really had left his body and seeing himself, laying on the stomach as his lover was still making love to him.

He finally make it back to reality to be met with low groans from his partner. He could still feel the viking inside of him, it was still pleasant but, strangely, his body seemed numb. He wanted to look behind him to look at him but the viking leant on him again. Frost felt the weight of a head resting between his shoulder blade, dropping some sweat on his skin, and the viking's breath filled his ears. The breathing was heavy and eratic, more than he had ever heard before.

When Nuffink spoke to him, Frost had troubles recognizing his voice as it was shaking and higher than usual.

''A-Aah Frost… I… I'm gonna…''

He couldn't even finish his sentence as it was his turn to reach his climax. His breath hit Frost's face and his voice attacked his ear while the boy jolted as he felt his boyfriend come inside of him. He barely payed attention to it because feeling the tip swelling inside of him send a jolt of electricity in his whole body, then he felt his viking collapse on him.

He could feel his racing heart pounding through Nuffink's chest and beat on his own back. It was beating so fast, so loud… Knowing it was him sending the viking's heart in such restlessness made him blush even more than the moment they had just shared. He waited a few minutes for his viking to calm down before feeling him move again. Nuffink slowly and carefully pulled out from his boyfriend and dropped next to him, still breathing heavily. Frost had no strength left, the onyl thing he could do was watching his lover. He was hoping to meet his green eyes before falling asleep, but sleep claimed him first.