Tribute for the Viking (reluctant gay erotica) (3 page)

As he squirmed, Eadwulf felt Bjarni’s
cock rub against his arse, and part of him liked it and wanted more. Wanted to
feel what it would be like if Bjarni’s cock was hard. “Please,” he gasped, more
confused than ever by his new desires. “I can’t –”

“Can’t what, thrall?” Bjarni whispered,
his fist still pumping Eadwulf’s cock lazily. “Get hard?”

He flushed, embarrassed that the Viking
knew what he was feeling. “Let go,” he pleaded. It was too much.

To his surprise, Bjarni did release his
cock. Eadwulf’s relief was short, as Bjarni’s fingers slid over his hips only
to end up on his cheeks, giving the flesh a firm squeeze.

Eadwulf yelped, and Bjarni chuckled in
his ear. “How is that supposed to get me clean?” Eadwulf grumbled, embarrassed
again. This Viking kept touching his body like he owned it, and Eadwulf hated
himself for remembering that that was true.

“Good point,” Bjarni admitted. Two of
his fingers slid between Eadwulf’s cheeks where Bjarni’s cock had just rested.
The two fingers moved all the way down, just behind Eadwulf’s balls, before
slowly making their way up to the top. They pressed against the sensitive flesh
firmly, and Eadwulf let out a soft whine. Why did that feel so good? How did
this Viking know where to touch him to make his body feel hot and his mind out
of control?

Bjarni kept moving his fingers up and
down slowly, tenderly stroking and rubbing the skin. Eadwulf found his own hips
moving back against Bjarni’s fingers, wanting more. He didn’t know what ‘more’
was, only that he needed it.

The Viking seemed to know, and he used
his hand to spread Eadwulf’s cheeks and slid one finger into Eadwulf’s hole.
Eadwulf swore at the unexpected intrusion. Though he knew Bjarni’s finger was
only one knuckle in, it felt like more. “Do you like that, thrall?” the Viking
asked.

Eadwulf refused to reply, knowing that
the only thing that would come out was a needy gasp, and he didn’t want to give
Bjarni the satisfaction. Instead, he squirmed to get the finger out. It felt
surprisingly good, but what he needed was a clear head.

“I said,” Bjarni repeated, tightening
his hold on Eadwulf and stopping his struggles, “do you like that, thrall?” The
Viking pushed his finger in further, then started to carefully move it in and
out of Eadwulf’s hole. “Because I think you do.”

He moaned, because the feeling of that
rough finger sliding in and out felt good, and once again his hips betrayed
him. They found a rhythm that drove Bjarni’s finger deeper and Eadwulf moaned
again, letting his head fall back against the Viking’s shoulder.

They stayed like that for some time, and
Eadwulf began to wish for another finger, or perhaps something even bigger to
fill him. He told himself he shouldn’t think such things, that men shouldn’t
want to be fucked by other men. But with the Viking holding him so close and
making him feel so good, Eadwulf couldn’t think of one reason why he shouldn’t
want that. “I think you’re clean enough now, thrall,” Bjarni told him, and
pulled out his finger and lowered Eadwulf until he could stand on his own.

Oh, right, because the Viking was a smug
bastard who had enslaved him. A hot feeling of shame coursed through Eadwulf’s
body.

Bjarni had already grabbed his arm and
led them to the shore as Eadwulf told himself he was grateful it was over.
“Time to get dry,” the Viking announced, as he threw Eadwulf one of the dry
blankets.

Eadwulf began to pat himself down,
starting with his head.

“No, thrall, you are supposed to dry
me.”

He lowered the blanket to find Bjarni
glaring at him, arms crossed. “You want me to –”

“Dry me, yes.” Bjarni took a step
forward, and held out his arms.

Eadwulf gritted his teeth as he covered
Bjarni’s left arm with the blanket and started to rub him dry. Bjarni’s smile
turned smug, and Eadwulf kept his eyes on the blanket and tried not to think of
the feeling of Bjarni’s muscles underneath his fingertips. He could feel how
hard they were, how they shifted as Bjarni moved to give Eadwulf space to work.
Part of him wanted to touch the Viking’s skin with his bare hands, but he
quickly suppressed that thought, and reached up to dry Bjarni’s hair.
Thankfully, the Viking leaned down to make it easier on Eadwulf.

He continued to work quietly, rubbing
the blanket over Bjarni’s back and resisting the urge to glance down and admire
the Viking’s firm arse. As he rubbed, he felt Bjarni’s skin become warmer under
his hands, a sharp contrast to how cold he felt. He should work faster, he
decided, as he made swift work of Bjarni’s right arm and chest, although
Eadwulf’s hands lingered when he dried Bjarni’s chest and his eyes followed a
droplet of water down the Viking’s stomach and towards his groin.

Eadwulf quickly looked up when he
realised what his staring must look like, and found Bjarni smirking at him.

“You’re not done yet, thrall,” the
Viking reminded him.

He knelt down to wrap the blanket around
Bjarni’s thighs, careful not to touch the soft cock as he rubbed Bjarni’s legs
dry, then leaned back. “Done,” he declared, and wrapped the blanket around
himself. Even though it was damp, it was better than nothing. He started to get
up, but Bjarni’s hand suddenly landed on his head and pressed him down.

“Done?” Bjarni repeated, frowning. “I
think there’s an important part of me you have forgotten.” He turned Eadwulf’s
head up, forcing him to look at Bjarni’s soft cock, still wet.

The Viking couldn’t be serious, and
Eadwulf looked up at Bjarni’s grey eyes. He didn’t seem to be joking. He really
wanted Eadwulf to dry his cock as well.

“Be thorough, thrall,” Bjarni ordered
him.

Eadwulf bit his lip as he removed the
blanket from around his shoulders and reached out. He had never touched another
man’s cock before, and he felt anxious even with the blanket as a barrier. He
wrapped one hand around it, immediately reminded of what Bjarni had done to him
earlier. Slowly, he moved it up and down, surprised at how warm it felt even
through the blanket. His other hand he used to pat down Bjarni’s balls and the
thick hair covering his groin.

Above him, Bjarni let out a low groan of
pleasure, and Eadwulf felt himself flush. Underneath his hand, he felt the cock
harden and jerk in response to his touches. “Very good, my little wolf,” Bjarni
grunted, looking pleased.

Eadwulf wanted to look away, but the
strong hand on his head forced him to look at Bjarni’s groin. He released
Bjarni’s cock and balls, holding the blanket to his chest. His eyes were glued
to Bjarni’s half-hard cock, already bigger and redder than before, and he tried
to imagine how big it would be if it were fully hard.

“And now for my arse, thrall,” the
Viking above him said, still keeping Eadwulf down on his knees.

This was unfair. Eadwulf was shivering,
clutching the blanket. The only way for him to dry the Viking’s arse without
moving was by wrapping the blanket around Bjarni’s waist. This would put
Eadwulf’s face right in front of Bjarni’s cock. He glanced up, and judging from
Bjarni’s smirk, the Viking had the same idea.

He sighed, then leaned up a little so he
could wrap the blanket around Bjarni’s body. He tried not to look at Bjarni’s
groin, but the Viking’s impressive cock was so close it was unavoidable. Bjarni
would only have to move Eadwulf’s head a few inches to make him kiss or lick
it. He rubbed Bjarni’s cheeks dry, his fingers pressing against the Viking’s
muscular arse and moving his groin even closer to his face. He let out another
sigh, and watched the cock jerk in response to the warm air. “That’s enough for
now,” Bjarni said, pushing Eadwulf away.

Eadwulf fell back, but was grateful to
be done. He grabbed the other, dry blanket, and set to drying himself off while
Bjarni put his clothes back on. What was it about the Viking and his touches
that turned Eadwulf into some helpless and desperate maid? He resolved not to
let Bjarni get to him like that again, no matter how good it felt or how strong
the lust inside of him was. He wasn’t as strong as the Viking physically, but
Eadwulf had a mental strength. The Viking would soon realise that.

~*~

Bjarni was feeling very pleased that
evening. His trip to the lake to clean Eadwulf had gone very well, and he had enjoyed
all of Eadwulf’s gasps and the moans he had tried to suppress. But Eadwulf’s
body had betrayed him every time, leaning into Bjarni’s touch hungrily.

The sight of Eadwulf on his knees, the
way he had looked up at Bjarni pleadingly as he had clutched the blanket was
one Bjarni would not soon forget. He had been tempted to take Eadwulf there and
then. It wouldn’t have been difficult, not with the lust Bjarni could see in
Eadwulf’s eyes, no matter how much the smaller man tried to avoid Bjarni’s
gaze.

But no, he wanted Eadwulf to ask for it,
to beg for Bjarni’s cock. Only then would Bjarni be sure that Eadwulf was his
loyal thrall, his for the fucking. And that meant taking his time and giving
Eadwulf some space to think about what had happened at the lake. Eadwulf had
had his chores, and several times Bjarni had checked on him, and always made
sure to have his hand lingering on Eadwulf’s back or arm.

The result had been that Eadwulf had
appeared very absentminded and quiet as he ate, and eventually Bjarni had
ordered him to get some sleep. Eadwulf had trudged off to his bed gratefully,
but if he thought he would be left alone now, the Saxon was wrong.

Dagmaer shook her head when Bjarni said
he would fuck Eadwulf before joining her in bed. “It’s too soon, he won’t
accept you,” she told him.

She hadn’t seen him at the lake. “He
wants it,” Bjarni replied, smirking.

“Maybe, but does he know that?” she
asked. “He seemed very confused today, thanks to you. I don’t think he has
admitted to himself that he wants it.”

His wife was annoyingly observant
sometimes. “Well, then I should probably help him admit it.”

She laughed at that, and he stood up.
“Good luck, husband.”

He pulled his tunic over his head, and
threw it at her. “I won’t need luck.”

Her quiet laughter still rung in his
head as he strode into Eadwulf’s tiny room. It wasn’t as warm as the rest of
the house, nor was the bed as big and comfortable as the one Bjarni shared with
his wife, but it would do for a thrall. The Saxon was huddled under the furs,
his back to Bjarni.

“I hope you’re not asleep, thrall,” he
said, smirking as Eadwulf immediately turned around, wide-eyed and surprised.
He watched Eadwulf look at him, those bright blue eyes lingering on his chest.
Yes, tonight would be a good night. He took a few more steps forward, and
kicked his boots off before undoing his belt. Eadwulf gulped at that, but
didn’t move closer to the wall. His eyes were anxious, and he shifted in the
bed restlessly.

Bjarni took that as a good sign as he
pushed his trousers down and stepped out of them, standing at the edge of
Eadwulf’s small bed completely naked. As he expected, Eadwulf’s gaze was drawn
to his cock. The younger man was fascinated by it, and Bjarni smiled as Eadwulf
licked his lips subconsciously. He had plans for those full lips and that
tongue.

He grabbed the pelts Eadwulf wasn’t
clutching, and pulled them up to get under them. Eadwulf was lying back, pressing
himself against the mattress as Bjarni crouched over him, knees on either side
of Eadwulf’s slim hips. He placed his hands above Eadwulf’s shoulders, and
frowned at the Saxon’s attire, a long tunic that fell to his thighs. “That will
have to go,” he grumbled. He grabbed the hem and pulled it up.

“Wait, what are you going to do?”
Eadwulf asked, pushing at Bjarni’s stronger arms. “To me?”

Bjarni smirked down as he pulled the
tunic further up Eadwulf’s body, revealing his soft cock and the golden curls
of his groin. “Whatever I want, thrall,” he replied. He let the tunic fall on
Eadwulf’s stomach, then started to stroke Eadwulf’s side, rubbing in circles.
The younger man had such smooth, soft skin that Bjarni wanted to explore for
hours. He enjoyed making Eadwulf gasp and squirm with his touches, liked the
way Eadwulf bit his lip in an attempt to remain quiet.

When Bjarni’s hand slid down to take a
hold of Eadwulf’s cock, Eadwulf groaned, throwing his head back. Bjarni could
feel the smaller man underneath him arch into his hand. He moved his fist
slowly but firmly as he had done earlier in the lake. Once again, Eadwulf’s
hips moved of their own accord, bucking into Bjarni’s fist. The little noises
escaping Eadwulf’s lips made Bjarni’s cock harder. When his eyes fluttered
shut, Bjarni smiled. Not long now, surely.

He worked Eadwulf to full hardness. His
cock was not as big or thick as Bjarni’s, but it suited Eadwulf’s smaller body
perfectly. Once he was sure that Eadwulf was only thinking about pleasure, he
released Eadwulf’s cock. The disappointed groan from Eadwulf’s mouth made the
Viking smile. There was no doubt in Eadwulf’s eyes when he glared at Bjarni,
only lust.

When he grabbed Eadwulf’s tunic again,
the younger man was eager to help take it off, and soon the two men were naked.
Eadwulf was panting, looking up at Bjarni expectantly, his eyes occasionally
flickering down Bjarni’s body to his half-hard cock. That was when a small
frown appeared on Eadwulf’s forehead, one of worry.

Bjarni lowered himself down by Eadwulf’s
side, settling between the wall and the smaller man. Eadwulf could, if he
wanted to, run out, but Bjarni was certain that he wouldn’t. Eadwulf lay there,
still panting, waiting for the Viking’s next move. “Are you warm now?” he asked,
placing his hand on Eadwulf’s chest, and rubbing his thumb over Eadwulf’s right
nipple.

“Y-yes,” Eadwulf gasped, nodding his
head. His arms were still resting on the bed, although his fingers were
twitching, as if they were about to move.