1. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    He let his eyes drift shut when the mattress jolted beneath the great shape he’d invited upon it. The rustling and the shift of the clothes, a shiver of fur that was warm and ticklish against his chilled skin. She settled terribly close, closer than the sight of her just seconds before could’ve...
  2. Aarno

    Open Under an Old Tree

    The girl had a frantic energy to her, muttering and ignoring his words, composure splintered by the sight of what’d happened to Syr Willard. Or, what his experience told him, the young man had wrought upon himself. The discipline through violence, pain twofold. He didn’t think it devastating...
  3. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    It was enough to inspire a stir. He remained grave, watching the darkness rise and lay its head on the softest bedclothes. Met its eyes. How it wouldn’t take the offer, hesitating. He wouldn’t. A struggle to relax rippled through him as he let his head fall slack on the pillow. Letting her go...
  4. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    He stood at the edge of the woods with his cock in his hand, the other braced against the trunk of a pine by his side. No shoes — He’d realized that the moment he’d exited the damn yurt and felt all the rough and the soft of the ground underfoot. The cold of the small layer of snow. What a...
  5. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Full measures. He nodded, sharp. As for the rest— His frown didn’t relent, keeping through the bits of surprise and wonder that washed over him. Doused the rest of the fire and left but an ember, smoking and faintly flickering with latent heat. Red. Try again? A strange sensation bloomed in...
  6. Aarno

    Open Under an Old Tree

    The tone wasn’t lost on him, nor the flicker of something hidden and untethered beneath the skin as she accepted the friendly gesture. Wild shroud. A magician, a witch. He kept his smile and let her go within the second, relenting his curiousity and his look that’d trace hers. From the exchange...
  7. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Performing? Of half the mind to shout it back at her for good measure, he stared at her, wide-eyed and mouth ajar all beneath a deeper frown. Like he’d been given an unprov0ked handful across the face. Something sunk in him, took a tumble off where it’d been teetering at the edge. That residue...
  8. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Proud, complicated and blazing. The aggressive mystification deepened, bleeding into his face. Fucking ardent praise, now? Lies, for the moment I gave it to you— The hardness didn’t leave his eyes, staring direct and rife with disbelief. No amusement, no matter how much he wished he could’ve...
  9. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Bastard. For the second time tonight and in an entirely different tone for that. Thrill twisted in his gut for how her anger flared up, finally replacing that timid and heartbroken look about her. There was that fire when she’d grabbed him on the bed, told him to hit her, to choke her— Come on...
  10. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Surprised her? After all that— He resisted rolling his eyes, averting them instead at the laces he was tying into the waistband. Snapped the bowed knot tight, points falling in a click and a warm flash. The apology landed like a breath of lukewarm air upon his cooling skin. His face fell...
  11. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    A flinch, a grip on his wrist. Seizing. Though his face didn’t change, keeping up appearances, his breath stilled. Held high up in the lungs, stomach taut. How long has it been for me — manhandled? Freely, as if I’ve— He straightened, not believing a word of what came next. Reminder to be...
  12. Aarno

    Private Where the Light Returns

    As a young man he’d hated the sea. For what it meant by a glance — complete lack of entertainment for how there wasn’t really anything to look at in it. Nothing to discuss or consider, just the endless pounding of waves and the sickening billow of water. How the wind was always cold and tasted...
  13. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    His deadpan, weary expression was the one he chose to wear when she walked away, betraying neither offense nor pleasure for the tease. He knew what he was and what he’d done, and how she’d felt and the things she’d called him as she did. Nothing reached him more true. If anything it was hard to...
  14. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    The skin of her neck was endlessly soft and pliable. And she made him find the bone and cartilage within, to feel and to sink the grip in. Noted. He felt the entirety of her shudder and contraction and the breath that caught in the cage of her ribs, tense spine pressed against his heaving chest...
  15. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    A shiver ran through him as she cursed, his palm settling to the mark he’d given her, sting against sting. He didn’t entirely like what the blow did to her, but neither did he falter. Had she told him to, he would’ve done it again and harder, if need be. Push and pull. Service. He gained her...
  16. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    The retort loosed a laugh off him, a genuine bright sound through bared teeth, stomach and chest bouncing and taking him off his rhythm. He didn’t dispute her, wouldn’t dare but to take his amusement, despite half of it being factually untrue. He’d been teased to bust oversoon before — and it...
  17. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Her opening herself up wider was all the affirmation he needed to wring more vigour out of his body. Plunged deeper, ground his hip bones against the soft of her arse that rippled, aglisten in the dim firelight. Sweat was beading on his skin, the nape of his neck, the width of his chest, turning...
  18. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    He shuddered as his cock slipped out her, compliance delivered without a word. Just that bit of petulant breath again, the sweetest sound to whom desired and wanted to be desired in turn. The way she looked at him then, at that new meager distance, made that strange feeling jolt in his chest...
  19. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    There was a reason for why the body forgot pain just as it forgot pleasure. Had he remembered viscerally evermore what it was like to be inside someone, let alone a beloved— His exhale moaned out of him as she sunk down, doing what he’d bade her to. The look on her face when she did, then...
  20. Aarno

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    Dark gave way to light. Terribly fast and yet slow for how detail caught in the net of frightful focus, surge after another. The shroud was being woven anew, anguish transmuted to peace with soothing twists, and by the touch he could feel just how meticulous and delicate and spirited the work...
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