The streets of Londinium were crowded: afternoon shoppers in the market, soldiers roaming under the pretense of keeping the peace, and slaves bearing their burdens following behind masters and mistresses. To one unused to such excess, it would seem like a world gone mad.
Wulfgar, for one, despised Londinium. He came to the city when need be, for supplies or political reasons, but for the most part, he avoided it as much as possible. This time he had managed to stay away for over a year, but in the end, he’d resigned himself to the fact that some things just could not be acquired anywhere else.
The thane strolled through the market, having already purchased what spices and other rare items he needed. There was another reason he disliked Londinium, one he would never admit to anyone and more than half the time did not admit to even himself. The city would forever remind him of his treasures. Roman and Aron were long gone. He had neither seen nor heard from either of them since they’d left his hall so many months ago. He hadn’t expected he would; somehow he doubted they gave him a passing thought, and if they did, it was likely not a very pleasant one.
Still, he couldn’t say he blamed them, and when he thought of them, it was often with fondness and the hope that they were well. Briefly, he wondered if they were in the city, but then he decided that it mattered not. It was not as if he would seek them out, nor would they welcome him if he did.
There was another time he thought of Roman and Aron, however, and it was growing more and more bothersome with every passing day. The fact was, since they had left, he’d been without a regular bed partner, something that hadn’t been the case for over four years.
Oh, he had his choice of the slaves and thralls of his hall and lands, but the truth was there was little to tempt him. And after Roman and Aron, well, none of the partners he found satisfied him. He was tired of slaves who submitted out of fear of him, and he was even more tired of those who were willing, but not even close to what he wanted.
He admitted it. He had been spoiled by his treasures. Wulfgar wanted beauty, he wanted fire, by the gods, at the very least he wanted clean! He wanted the best of both Roman and Aron: Roman’s softness and submission, Aron’s fire and spirit, the unequaled beauty they had both possessed. And the fact was that that was just not to be had anywhere near home. He doubted it could be had even here, in this city that seemed to sell everything.
Wulfgar was getting desperate, though. Despite his best efforts—and they had been plentiful—he was no closer to finding someone suitable to warm his bed than he had been when Roman and Aron had left the previous fall.
He turned toward the north, the part of the marketplace where the slave pens were kept with the ongoing auction. Maybe he’d find someone suitable there, though he highly doubted it. As he entered the area, the dealers eyed him, sizing up the fine cut of his clothes and the bulging bag at his waist before showing interest in his presence.
The thane ignored them for the time being and walked up and down the cages, examining the slaves with a stern eye. There were all sorts, but most were filthy or worn down, and none stood out to catch his eye. For a brief moment, a young Nubian caught his attention. He was well built, with muscles rippling under his midnight skin, and Wulfgar had always had a taste for the exotic. But when the young man saw him watching, he rose and walked over to the bars with a definite challenge in his eyes.
Wulfgar shook his head and moved on. He’d learned his lesson with Aron. Despite his earlier belief, he’d learned that some men just couldn’t be tamed, and he had no desire for his household to be turned into a battlefield again. He sighed and turned down into another section of pens, nodding in the dealer’s direction.
He’d considered finding a free man among his own people who shared his tastes, but he knew himself well enough to know he would not be able to tolerate a relationship like that. The give and take of it all would give him a headache. A slave would do perfectly; someone he could pamper when he wished and ignore when he needed his privacy.
Wulfgar sighed in discouragement as he strolled through, looking into each cage. Finally, he turned to face the block where the auction was going on, the trader standing to the side negotiating with a customer. Wulfgar’s eyes drifted to the left and came to an abrupt halt on a smaller cage on its own beside the block itself. His eyes narrowed, brows knitting as he began wending his way through the crowd, eyes locked on that single cage.
Halfway there, the figure inside came into view, and Wulfgar stopped for a moment. The boy was like nothing the thane had ever seen. Dark haired, with flawless golden skin and a slim, delicate form. Then the boy lifted his head and wide, dark, almond-shaped eyes met Wulfgar’s through the slats in the cage. He felt the reaction in his body like a fist to the gut.
The boy was dressed in an odd manner, brightly colored and threaded silks and heavy brocades, and he had the dark, exotic look Wulfgar had seen on a few people in the city, but he wasn’t sure what land he might come from. He would just ask when he bought him.
That quickly, the decision was made, and he worked his way through the rest of the crowd with little trouble, eyes never leaving the boy in the cage, who lowered his gaze demurely. Every so often he would look up through his lashes, and the interest the thane saw in those dark eyes made his cock throb.
“How much for this one, trader?”
The slave trader looked up at the sound of his voice, glancing at the block, where the last slave he’d sold was being led off to his new owner. “I’m sorry, my lord, that one is sold already. Perhaps I could interest you in another?”
Wulfgar shook his head. “Not that one. This boy. What’s his price?” He gestured to the boy inside the cage, who simply smiled and continued looking from under his lashes at him in that way that did lusty things to the thane’s cock.
He was even more gorgeous up close, and Wulfgar glanced at the trader impatiently. He wanted this boy, and he would have him; it was now only a matter of how many coins he would have to part with to accomplish it.
Kintaro regarded this new turn of events with interest. He was heartily tired of being pent up in this cage and shown off for no purpose. Many stopped to gawk at him over the long months, but no one seemed inclined to bite. Not even playful biting. He peered over at the barbarian again, struck by his pale gray eyes and the obvious hunger in them. It made his mouth water.
At first, he had been put off by the strange appearance and customs of those around him. It was so different from his homeland and the pampered luxury he’d been brought up in. Not to mention that no one seemed to understand his purpose. Until him.
The barbarian argued with the slave dealer in an authoritative voice that sent shivers down Kintaro’s spine. The man’s hair and skin were as pale as his eyes, but Kintaro was becoming accustomed to that. He studied the large man out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t have pretty features, like Kintaro’s former Master, but he was interesting. His face was hard and wild, with that long beard with thin plaits woven into it.
He would bet the barbarian was a hard lover, and he had no doubt that was what he intended to use Kintaro for. It was obvious from the heated glances he kept throwing his way. At last. And if he wasn’t inventive, well then, it would be Kintaro’s job to teach him.
Kintaro wondered at what price he would finally be sold. He had confidence in the barbarian’s determination and the dealer’s greed. He was desperate for some sort of diversion, and his body thrummed. It had been too long since he’d thoroughly indulged in the kind of pleasure he was used to.
Wulfgar couldn’t keep his eyes from flicking back to the boy as he spoke with the trader. He looked shy, demure, but there was a light in his dark eyes that sent desire rippling through the thane. This was certainly no innocent, and Wulfgar was grateful for it. He had no interest in a wilting flower.
The trader was reluctant, which made the thane wonder if perhaps there might be some unknown reason he wanted to keep the boy. He quickly decided it didn’t matter and simply kept upping the amount with determination.
Finally, he seemed to hit the magic number; the trader hesitated in his denial this time. Wulfgar pressed him intently. A wide smile broke when the man finally sighed and agreed to part with the boy.
“What is his name?” Curiosity about the boy he’d just purchased belatedly reminded the thane that he might want to know a bit about his new slave.
“He calls himself Kintaro, my lord, but of course, his name is up to you. He was purchased in Cathay and was the personal pleasure slave of a general in their army. He is… specially trained, shall we say?” The trader gave a sly smile, and Wulfgar grinned in return. Perfect, absolutely perfect.
“Does he understand what I say?” As of yet there was no way to tell, as the boy simply continued to look at him with that little smile and those lit-up dark eyes.
The trader shrugged. “Some, I’m sure. He has been with me long enough to have picked up a bit, but he doesn’t speak often.”
Wulfgar nodded, plucking his money pouch off his belt and counting out the amount, chuckling to himself to note how very much lighter his purse was now. He gestured to the cage with a bit of impatience. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on the boy. There had better be an inn nearby.
Kintaro watched the exchange of money intently, anticipation rising in him. When the dealer unlocked the cage, he straightened his silken brocaded robes and stepped out regally. His head was lifted proudly, though he kept his eyes lowered.
The dealer attached a slim leash to the ugly iron and leather collar around Kintaro’s neck and handed the lead to his new owner. That had taken some getting used to. The tender skin around his throat had chafed from the new adornment. Normally, the mode of his dress proclaimed to everyone what his status was, but it seemed everything about the west was different from what he was used to. It wouldn’t be so bad if it were not so unseemly. It did not match the rest of his attire, and that bothered him. How could he look his best with such obstacles in his way?
He felt a hand on his chin, the fingers rough and calloused. Just the idea of those hands on his naked body sent a shiver of delight through Kintaro. Obediently, he lifted his eyes and met his new owner’s gaze, offering him a brilliant smile.
The impact of the smile was a shot to the thane’s gut. He smiled in return without even realizing that he was doing so. “Kintaro?” The syllables sounded strange and awkward on his tongue.
The slim boy nodded with another smile, saying something in his own language that Wulfgar took for assent. He pointed to his own chest. “Wulfgar.”
The boy made his name into two words, drawing it out, and the alien sound of it made the thane’s cock leap in response. Everything about his new slave made his body stand up and take notice. Wulfgar decided he’d had enough of pleasantries. He knew the boy’s name; his slave knew his. What else was needed?
He turned and walked from the marketplace, keeping a firm hand on the leash and making sure Kintaro was following him. It was an immense boon to his pride to be seen leading such a gorgeous creature, and the thane was impatient to find an inn.
Kintaro had to take quick steps to keep up, as his new Master was quite a bit taller than he was and didn’t seem to worry about slowing his pace. It didn’t bother him at all, however. He happily followed along behind the barbarian, keeping his eyes trained on Wulfgar’s back.
It was a very strange name, he thought, and he wondered what it meant. He was very proud of his own name; it meant “golden boy,” and had been chosen for him because of his exceptional looks. He wondered if the barbarian was taking him to his place of rest now. He hoped so. His body was humming from all the anticipation.
Wulfgar was thinking very much along those same lines, with the additional fact that he didn’t like the crowds and was tempted to scoop Kintaro up just to keep him close amidst the throng of people on the street.
Before he could reach that point, however, an inn came into view. Wulfgar glanced back at his new slave and found those dark eyes lit up with excitement. One didn’t need to read the language to recognize the sign of an inn. He was surprised Kintaro appeared so eager. Pleased, but surprised nonetheless. His cock certainly liked it, twitching inside his trews.
As they entered the inn and Wulfgar procured them a room, he couldn’t help thinking about the trader’s comment regarding Kintaro’s “special training.” What did that mean exactly? After all, there were only so many ways to have sex, and he was sure he’d tried them all. He decided it meant Kintaro was very good at those ways and that, as far as Wulfgar was concerned, was more than worth the exorbitant amount he’d paid.
The innkeeper led them up the stairs to a decently appointed room. It was clean and private, and that was all Wulfgar was concerned with at the moment. The thane impatiently shooed the owner out of the room and locked the door. He turned to find Kintaro regarding him with avid eyes, his face lit up in anticipation.
It had been too long since a bed partner had looked at him in such a manner, and his cock awoke into immediate full life. Those strangely slanted eyes glanced down, and a smile crossed Kintaro’s lips. Wulfgar almost groaned in response. He crossed the room and swooped Kintaro up in his arms, determined to see how he tasted.
He expected a brief struggle. He expected a modest show of reluctance, or at the best, maybe sweet submission. He did not expect the boy’s arms to lock around his neck or the enthusiastic way he kissed him back. The minx’s tongue dueled with his own; it darted into his mouth, thoroughly exploring and invited him to taste his own depths. His taste was intoxicating.
Wulfgar finally broke the kiss with a groan, setting the young man back down on his feet. He pulled back with a rather bemused expression on his face. The boy literally preened under that look, and Wulfgar chuckled. Here was one who knew his own worth and had no qualms about showing it off.
Wulfgar sat down on the bed, eyeing Kintaro hungrily. “Get undressed,” he said, miming the actions and seeing the understanding in Kintaro’s eyes. He couldn’t wait to see what Kintaro’s body looked like underneath all those layers of silk. It felt lithe and strong against him, and he had no doubt it would live up to his expectations. His breath was a little fast as Kintaro moved to the center of the room without a trace of a blush on his face.
Kintaro rolled the taste of his new Master around on his tongue. It was a wild taste that set the blood in his veins on fire. He turned his body slightly to the side so Wulfgar would have the full benefit of his silhouette as he disrobed. There was an art to revealing the human body, and since this was his new Master’s first experience with him, he wanted to make a lasting impression. He did not intend to ever again waste his time in a cage dying of boredom.
He started with the slim sash at his waist, unknotting the silk and slipping it from around his body, smiling as his robes parted. The sash fell to the floor, forgotten. It had often been used to bind him into whatever position his former master had wanted him in, but he could show that to Wulfgar another time. He was too impatient for intricacies right now.
Kintaro gave Wulfgar a look through his lashes and an age-old smile as he let the outer robe slide down his arms to puddle at his feet. The garment beneath was a thinner silk, fine and delicate, cut to cling in certain areas to emphasize his body. His slim fingers came up to tug at the silken ties, giving a small half-turn as it too fell open, revealing just a sliver of his naked skin.
Wulfgar watched with intent eyes, cock swelling almost painfully. He’d never seen someone turn the simple act of disrobing into something so erotic. He raked his eyes over Kintaro, groaning low when the silk slid off one slender shoulder, then the other, to pool on the floor with the rest. And if the thane thought Kintaro removing his clothes was erotic, it was nothing compared to the sight of him standing there in a pile of silk, nude.
Wulfgar’s thoughts ran together as he drank in the vision the slave made. His slenderness was now blatantly clear. The boy looked like he would be broken in half at the first sign of rough treatment: delicately boned, with graceful arms, a narrow chest, and a lithe waist the thane was certain he could span with his hands. By the gods, he’d kill him if he fucked him.
Well, perhaps not kill him. Mayhap if he was gentle at first, Kintaro could adjust? He damn well hoped so, because there wasn’t any chance he was not going to have him. The boy made his mouth water, he was so breathtaking.
Kintaro continued to give him that small, knowing smile, gracefully moving across to stand in front of him, unhesitating as he climbed into his Master’s lap. He twined his arms around Wulfgar’s neck, casting a seductive glance up at him. “Wulfgar….” His tongue slipped out to lick his lips, his own cock hard, eager for those big hands on him. He trailed his fingertips along the barbarian’s neck around to his chest, plucking at the tunic he wore and giving him a pout. Wulfgar was wearing too many clothes, and if he didn’t remedy that soon, or allow Kintaro to remedy it, the slave would just take matters into his own hands.
He arched as those calloused hands came down onto his skin, tracing over his nakedness. He imagined those hands would prove to be both gentle and cruel. They curved down his back, following the slim line of his spine to cup his buttocks. He felt very tiny compared to this giant. The men of his world didn’t grow so big, and he was fascinated to find out if he was just as big everywhere.
Since Wulfgar didn’t seem inclined to follow his suggestion, Kintaro’s hands impatiently tugged at his laces, pulling the thane’s tunic over his head and tossing it to the floor. His eyes grew big as he took in the breadth of Wulfgar’s chest. These barbarians were incredibly hairy. It was so different from his own smooth skin.
It wasn’t as if he had a pelt like an animal. Wulfgar’s chest was covered in fine, thin hair that was almost invisible, it was so pale. It thickened a little in the center of his chest, following a line down that disappeared into his trews. Kintaro perked up, wondering if the trail went all the way, and he attacked the laces on Wulfgar’s trews with relish. He wondered if the entire body would prickle his skin the way his Master’s beard had when he’d kissed him. That would be an interesting new sensation.
Wulfgar laughed and tumbled them both back on the bed, watching as Kintaro finished undressing him. He tugged off the barbarian’s boots and tossed them down with his tunic, then drew down his strange, tight leggings.
Kintaro’s eyes lit up even further at the sight of Wulfgar’s cock, nestled in a nest of pale curls. He was as big everywhere as the slave had suspected. Eager fingers wrapped around the hard shaft, and he flashed a bright smile up at his Master before shimmying down that big body and dipping his head to trail his tongue across the head, tasting the sharp, musky flavor of Wulfgar’s arousal.
The thane’s breath caught, and he lifted up onto his elbow to look down, watching as lush pink lips closed over the head of his cock. The boy suckled deeply, and all the while that wicked tongue swirled and flicked at him. He’d been unprepared for such a response, and he knew it was going to take all his willpower to be gentle with the boy this first time.
Gods… he’d caught himself a wild one, wanton and yet with a look of innocence about him, the contradiction incredibly erotic. Any amount would have been happily paid for this wild flower of his.
One hand reached down to slide into thick, heavy dark hair, intending to guide him, but then Kintaro sank his mouth down on his own, and Wulfgar’s grip never tightened in that shining hair. The boy needed help like Wulfgar needed a woman. Which was to say, not at all.
He felt the head of his cock brush the back of Kintaro’s throat, and he groaned deep in his chest. The slave began to bob his head, his tongue working fast and furious on his length. His mouth was wet and hot, suckling him, and he thought that the raw pleasure after so long of a drought would unman him far too quickly into this encounter.
Wulfgar drew Kintaro off of his cock, ignoring the look of petulance that flashed across his face. Another day, he would indulge that sweet mouth of his, but for right now he needed to concentrate on relaxing his exotic boy enough that he wouldn’t hurt him when he penetrated him.
He grasped his hands around Kintaro’s waist and found that he really could wrap his hands around him. By the gods, he was going to kill him when he fucked him, but there didn’t seem to be an ounce of fear in the lad as he lay back on the blankets, spreading his legs wantonly and giving Wulfgar a heated look beneath his lashes. The thane’s mouth went dry as he watched slim hands skim over a lithe body. Kintaro grasped the backs of his thighs and pulled his ankles behind his head, exposing himself completely.
Wulfgar had never seen anything like it in his entire life. Golden fingers teased down the cleft of the slave’s ass, circling around his entrance. He watched the little, puckered, brown hole contract, then lifted his gaze to meet very wicked eyes.
Kintaro smiled seductively and felt his stomach clench at the look of stunned desire on his Master’s face. Oh, he liked this man. He was the first of these strange people that the slave thought could understand Kintaro and his purpose. Now if he would just hurry and take him….
But suddenly Wulfgar had a look on his face that had nothing to do with desire, and Kintaro frowned. He let his legs lower and sat up a bit, head tilted in question as the barbarian began glancing around the room almost frantically.
“Oyabun?” The boy’s voice was soft and musical, reaching one slim hand out to touch Wulfgar’s face.
Wulfgar wasn’t sure what the word meant, but the question was plain. Frustrated, he tried to think of how to explain his dilemma to Kintaro. Finally, unable to think of any way to mime the problem, he just shrugged.
“There’s no oil, little one.” He sighed at the blank look he got, and then Kintaro was wrapping around him and pouting, tugging at his shoulders insistently. By the gods, the boy was going to be the death of him, but there was no way he could take him without anything to ease the way. It was going to be painful enough as it was for the slave.
He shook his head and stilled Kintaro’s hands, sighing at the pout and furrowed brows he got for that. Of all the luck. Naked, with the most beautiful slave he’d ever had the pleasure of touching, whom he owned now, who was eager and willing as the thane could ask for, and now… now he had to put his clothes back on and go find some damn oil.
Kintaro’s eyes narrowed as his Wulfgar began retrieving his clothes from the floor. He didn’t understand the sudden mood change in his new Master. He didn’t seem angry, and the slave didn’t think that he’d displeased him in any way. As a matter of fact, the look on Wulfgar’s face was more regretful and frustrated. He cursed the language barrier under his breath, crossing his arms angrily.
He had better not be thinking about sending him back to the slave dealer. At least not without fucking him first. He looked for something to cling to if that seemed to be the case. He heard Wulfgar sigh, and then the larger man was taking his hands and saying something in that rough tongue of his, looking at him with entreaty in his pale gray eyes.
Suddenly, comprehension hit Kintaro, and he tugged his hands out of Wulfgar’s, scrambling off the bed for the little bundle of belongings that he had. He rummaged through the pockets until he found what he was searching for. “Catch,” he said in his own language, tossing the small bottle of oil in his direction.
He watched, cocking his head curiously to see if that had been what his new Master was looking for. He certainly hoped so, because his body was thrumming anxiously with the desperate need for fulfillment. He wanted Wulfgar’s hard, thick cock in him now.
Wulfgar examined the object that Kintaro had thrown to him and grinned as he realized what it was. He unstopped it carefully, catching the scent of strange, aromatic spices. His wild flower was a gift sent from the gods. Before the thane could say anything, he had a lapful of anxious, wiggling Kintaro wrapping his arms and legs around him.
Ah, the slave was a salve to his ego, and Wulfgar caught his breath as Kintaro positioned himself so that his entrance rubbed erotically against the head of Wulfgar’s cock. “You certainly know how to try my willpower.” Wulfgar poured some of the oil onto his fingers and shifted Kintaro so that he could sink one long finger into his tight heat.
Wulfgar groaned at the feel of him around his finger, tight and grasping, heat searing his skin, and just the thought of that snug heat around his cock was enough to make the thane lightheaded.
The reaction in Kintaro was beautiful to see. His dark eyes fluttered, and he moaned low, his slim body melting against him. The thane crossed back to the bed and sank them both down on it, his finger slowly thrusting into him, dropping his mouth to Kintaro’s arched throat, tasting his skin, which was sweet and faintly spicy, exotic, just like him.
Kintaro squirmed beneath his new Master, rocking his hips up to meet the slow thrusts of Wulfgar’s finger. As good as that felt, his body was clamoring for more, hard and fast and deep. He wanted to be taken, and he knew the big barbarian wanted to take him; he could see it simmering in his gray eyes.
The slave thought he knew why his Master was holding back, and while it was endearing, it was also very unnecessary. Kintaro could take anything Wulfgar chose to give him, and he would do so happily. He just needed to convince him of that, he supposed. He whimpered in need and twisted and arched beneath him, fingers tangling in Wulfgar’s hair. He tugged sharply and smiled up at him when Wulfgar lifted his head to look down at him.
“Wulf gar-sama… fuck?” He had learned that word early on, and beamed up at his Master, sure he’d gotten its use right.
Wulfgar groaned at the slave’s inquiry. That word came out quite clearly. The slave dealer had been right. The boy did understand some words, at least the important ones. He shook his head. “I do not wish to hurt you, little one.”
He wasn’t sure how much of that Kintaro understood, but he clearly realized that he was being denied, because his eyes flashed stubbornness, and his hands tightened demandingly in his hair. “Fuck… fuck… fuck,” Kintaro chanted, thrusting back on the thane’s fingers and clenching hard around them.
The thane shuddered. Kintaro was trying to drive him mad. He withdrew his fingers and poured some more oil onto his cock, rolling onto his back. He grasped Kintaro and lifted him easily so that he was straddling him. It would give him the benefit of watching his slave’s gorgeous body as he rode him, and it would allow Kintaro to control the depth and strength of his penetration until he’d adjusted to him.
Wulfgar would fuck him afterward.
A wide smile broke across Kintaro’s face as his Master positioned him. Thank the ancestors Wulfgar’s cock rubbed against his entrance, and he tightened his thighs around his Master’s hips and drove himself downward with a glad cry. Wulfgar’s cock rived him in two, and he could feel the strength of it throbbing inside of him. It felt so good to be pierced again, to know the pleasure and pain that made up the only world he really knew. Kintaro leaned forward to brace his hands on Wulfgar’s chest and began to drive his hips, preening at the look of stunned awe on Wulfgar’s face.
“Fuck Wulf gar-sama….”
Wulfgar stared up at Kintaro in amazement. He had clearly told the boy no, and he’d done it anyway. That was… unexpected. But since it was obviously not going to irreparably hurt Kintaro as the thane had suspected, he decided that now was not the time to be discussing following orders with the slave.
The feeling of being fully encompassed in that tight heat was indescribable. And Kintaro was driving his hips hard in tight circles, and his hands twined in the hairs on his chest. Wulfgar could no more resist the siren call of his wild flower than he could refuse to breathe. Planting his feet, he thrust hard up into him and was rewarded with a ragged, pleasure-filled cry.
Kintaro worked his hips hard and fast, every sensation almost overwhelming him, sharp and clear: the tickling of hairs against his palms, the scent of sex and heat coming off them both, as well as the spicy scent of the oil, his Master’s piercing gray eyes devouring him, and most of all, the feel of his Master so deep inside him, filling him up completely.
His slim fingers shifted on Wulfgar’s chest, fingertips brushing and lightly tweaking his nipples, unable to help the giggle at the startled look the large man gave him. He gave him a mischievous smile and pinched those nipples a bit harder; his eyes widened with a little squeak and laugh as Wulfgar abruptly flipped them over so Kintaro was on his back, his wrists pinned to the bed.
Oh, very nice, he liked that. Kintaro purred and arched against the barbarian, clenching tightly around his invading cock.
Kintaro’s instincts about his new Master had not been wrong. He did fuck well. But then, his instincts were rarely wrong in that area. He let the tension build to dizzying heights, carefully watching every reaction from Wulfgar so that he would know when he was allowed to come. The idea that his pleasure was completely in the hands of this powerful man was heady. He loved powerful, hard men. They accepted no compromise.
Wulfgar shook his head down at the boy. He was a handful, a gorgeous, seductive handful, and apparently full of impishness as well. He grinned in reply and dropped his mouth to Kintaro’s, kissing him deeply as his hips thrust relentlessly, all pretense of gentleness gone, because his slave was having none of that, and Wulfgar was happy to oblige him.
Kintaro kissed him back with abandon, nipping at his lower lip and sucking on his tongue. The slave made no attempt to pull free from his grip; it seemed as if he actually enjoyed being held down and fucked. He was like no other that Wulfgar had ever encountered. And he swore right then and there that he was never going to let this one go.
Wulfgar shifted his hips until he found that spot deep inside of Kintaro, then drove into him, savoring his sweet, muffled cries against his lips and the sensation of the slave’s panting breath against his cheek. Kintaro’s arching body rubbed his cock between their tightly pressed bodies. Sweet, sweet Valhalla.
Wulfgar lifted his head and looked down at Kintaro, watching the unfeigned pleasure, the desperate need and joy on his face. He growled, and the imp flashed him a smile, clenching hard enough to make his gasp. No, they didn’t need words. They understood each other quite well.
Wulfgar couldn’t tear his eyes away, and Kintaro didn’t seem inclined to do so either, dark, almond-shaped eyes locked to his, slim fragile-looking body moving just as eagerly beneath the much larger one above him.
Staring down at him, Wulfgar had a flash of coherent thought, remembering a time when Roman had shown him a drawing in one of his books. He had said it was a lotus flower, native to the far eastern lands and very rare. Wulfgar couldn’t help but compare his slave to that drawing Roman had shown him… rare and beautiful, exotic and pure.
He could feel the pleasure rising in Kintaro as well as in himself, and he was of no mind to make either of them wait. There would be plenty of opportunity to explore his beautiful slave in great detail, but it had been too long to hold back the orgasm he felt clawing to get out.
He released Kintaro’s hands, sliding one down between them to wrap around the boy’s cock, smirking wickedly at the sharp cry of pleasure Kintaro gave and the way he arched. He stroked tightly, driving deep into his willing, incredible heat, and within seconds was hovering on the edge.
“Now, lotus… come for me.” Wulfgar didn’t think Kintaro understood him, but he could think of no other way to encourage the slave to come with him, stroking him as his thrusts grew erratic. Then he stiffened, head thrown back with a shout as he came hard, flooding deep into that tight heat.
Kintaro watched with wide-eyed fascination as the big barbarian came. Everything about him was big and loud. It was exciting. He clenched, feeling every hard throb of his Master’s thick cock as he came. He waited until Wulfgar was spent and was looking at him with encouragement in his gray eyes.
Since his hands were free, he fisted them deep in Wulfgar’s hair and cried out wildly, tugging on his thick tresses as he twisted and writhed underneath him. He had waited for too many months to feel this alive, and the strength and intensity of his own orgasm left him feeling joyfully languorous.
“Wulf gar-sama,” Kintaro said throatily, unwinding his hands from Wulfgar’s hair and brushing his fingertips along his cheekbone. Finally, a Master who might just be worthy of him. He couldn’t stop the little purrs of pleasure as the aftershocks rocked through him, and he had no wish to.
Wulfgar eased out, chuckling at the moue of disappointment on Kintaro’s face as he did so. He lay down on his side, and Kintaro curled into him as if missing his warmth. The thane stroked damp strands of thick dark hair back from Kintaro’s face, watching him intently.
Possessiveness flooded through him, and he bent his head to capture Kintaro’s lips in a heated, thorough kiss, letting him know without question, without words, just who he belonged to. He was going to stamp himself over every inch of Kintaro and make sure he never thought of anything or anybody else but him.