1. 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...
  2. 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...
  3. 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...
  4. 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...
  5. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    His chest deflated, tensions falling away with every word she’d speak. Beneath her touches he’d break into a smile, bright with relief and wide with embarrassment. For how easy the doubt and to have fallen for it again. She’d give him good learning, he had to figure, no matter what part of her...
  6. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    The words were everything he should’ve wanted. And yet, they rattled sobriety into the mix, made his heart skip with something that wasn’t just desire and the things that burned hot and immediate. He hadn’t expected for the things he said to end them here, turning of tables, a pitch that he...
  7. Aarno

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    To steel his own nerve against the thunder of sound and the shifts in the ground beneath his feet, he’d kept his look upon the door with singular purpose until the brilliance of a shattering ward had finally forced him to press his lids shut. The metal of blood and old plaster dust mingled with...
  8. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    He held in an exhale as she shifted her weight. The air was forced out of him in an agonized huff at the touch he’d wanted from her since what felt like hours, his hands grabbing on tighter to her parted thighs. She was speaking and he struggled to keep focus against the want of letting his eyes...
  9. Aarno

    Open Under an Old Tree

    What in the goddamn. He’d stopped at his tracks some minute ago, if in that particular slow and meandering way men used when they wanted to seem as though they yet remained in the middle of something, running their errands. Definitely not staring, nor forming up piping hot gossip as the goings...
  10. Aarno

    Private Snow Melt

    The comforting words lingered upon him as a knell. For one who fancied himself plenty confident, it was unnerving to feel a touch embarrassed. Not for the vulnerability itself, as it was something of an ugly habit of him to speak wantonly on any which difficulty, but that it should’ve elicited...
  11. Aarno

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    The boy left the room, slipping past him like a ghost. And he tore himself back from the mist at once, turning in the pale pane of night to the woman who’d spoken. She instructed and he listened, step a slow meander, the lightest huff on the floor that’d stop to hover at a distance of three...
  12. Aarno

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    Only as he’d stilled, arms slack at his sides and face blank, had it begun to sink in how dry his mouth felt. How a part of him had gone numb, with something like fright, thought naught but a buzz in his ears. Hands worked in a fidget, the leather of his gloves creaking softly as it grew taut at...
  13. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    He was reduced to mutters, breathy for the tugs at the waist of his remaining clothes. “ Careful? Why, a man should hope to be famous for other things entire— “ And even that was cut off abruptly, probably for his own fool’s benefit, when she rushed him. Brought on top, his back sinking to the...
  14. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Stifling his snicker behind a filthy grin, he melted into her arms and gentle ministrations. The words, all jest and that sparkling tease, did little to temper the satisfied smile he’d settled into. Let alone the fondness in his look, heavy at the lids like he meant to make out some secret off...
  15. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Come apart for me, darling. She was making more noise, growing hotter beneath his mouth, and his cock throbbed all the harder for it, want rolling in the pit of his stomach. He palmed at her breast and ground his own hips against the softness of the bed’s edge, a beastial rumble rising from the...
  16. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Bastard. For all his breathless work, he still managed to smile. She may as well have said she loved him — the tune of the word it’s own music, beloved to anyone who should toil. And wish to do it well. The sudden grip in his hair made him surface for air in a gasp, more delighted than...
  17. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    The tendons in his neck bounced beneath her tongue as he keeled his head to give her more room, eyes drifting shut. The wet of her against his hand, how she tilted her hips to meet him with her own pressure, called to his base urges. His cock twitched, the want a warm tickling simmer in the...
  18. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    A gasp, a soft ha for how hungry the press of his hand on the malleable of her chest. Fingers curled, opened again, a thumb brushing a circle into the velvet of her areola and over the nipple. Harder. Her movements were a blaze, yanking and pulling like she’d grown tired of his tarrying...
  19. Aarno

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    A purple door with an empty nail. For protective seasonal wreaths, signs and, sometimes, just simple decorations. By the look of who opened, he tried to manifest some reason for why there was nothing there. Why she would’ve left it barren. He’d seen the grief in the letter — had it yet, he...
  20. Aarno

    Private Snow Melt

    She’d come alongside now, braving the path side by side, and he felt her eyes on him. Easy with the glances that seemed to enjoy keeping watch just as much as extending attention, caring for the words and the sight of whomever was in her company. He’d never felt entirely at rest beneath it...
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