[Leif’s Pov—Chamber—Continuation]

I was completely naked, knees pressing against the cold, hard floor, shivering—not from the chill, but from the sight of him. My eyes couldn’t leave him, glued to the thick, perfect length of his cock... impossibly hard, impossibly tempting, and utterly impossible to ignore.

No matter how many times I’d seen him like this, I couldn’t help wondering... how he moved with it and carried it so naturally. My hands hovered, trembling, and when I finally tried to wrap them around him, my fingers barely met at the base.

"...Are you even human, Alvar?" I whispered, heat flooding my cheeks as I squinted at him. "... Or are you secretly... a monster?"

He regarded me with that unreadable expression, then exhaled, like he was indulging in a minor, ridiculous annoyance.

"Leif... just because you can’t hold me in one hand doesn’t make me a monster," he said softly.

Then, before I could respond, he took my arms in his hands. "Now get up... the floor is—"

LICK.

My lips brushed the tip of his cock, and his eyes fluttered shut, a low groan escaping him.

"...Co—NGHHH!" His sharp sound cut off as my tongue traced him, teasing, tasting, and sending shivers straight through him.

Every groan, every hitch of his breath ignited something deep inside me. I couldn’t stop. I traced my tongue along him, savoring the heat, the tension, and the raw need that pulsed through him.

His hands tangled in my hair, gripping me, holding me still. His head tilted back, eyes half-lidded, and lips parted in pure, unguarded desire.

"Hahhh! Damn you... Leif... you’re going to make me lose my mind," he growled, voice low and rough, impossibly hot.

I parted my lips wider, taking his cock in, warm and slick, and he hissed sharply.

"Ahhh... yes... just like that... deeper... more... Ahhh—Hngh!"

He pressed into me, guiding me with hands that were firm but reverent, almost worshipful.

"Open your mouth wide... Leif," he commanded. I obeyed instinctively, swirling my tongue around him, teasing, tasting, and driving him wild.

Every groan, every tremble hit me like fire. Every pulse under my touch sent electricity through my veins. Our breaths mingled, our bodies trembling, suspended in a world of heat, lust, and longing.

"Uhhhnn—nnghh..."

His hips rolled deliberately, slow and demanding, and my heart hammered in response. I moved in rhythm with him, licking, swirling, tasting, holding him closer, drinking in every shiver and shudder.

"Leif... just like that... mm—so good... Don’t stop... don’t you dare stop..."

I obeyed without thinking, syncing with him, hands gripping his hips, feeling every twitch, every thrum. His breaths were ragged against my ear, coiling tension tighter inside him. His hands clutched my hair, keeping me tethered to him as if I were his anchor.

"I’m so close... I can’t—ahhh—" His voice broke, raw and vulnerable.

I pressed my lips to the tip, soft, wet, and teasing, until his body shuddered violently. His hips jerked, hard and desperate, a guttural roar tearing from him as he spilled his sperm into my mouth.

GULP.

I swallowed it down, tasting every drop, holding him close, my body humming with need and satisfaction. His head fell back, neck bare, sweat glistening along his chest.

"You... take me so well... Leif... my love..." he gasped, voice trembling, eyes half-lidded, a mixture of relief, desire, and intimacy shining through.

Then he tugged me onto his lap, suddenly and possessively. "Now... continue, Leif."

I blinked, caught off guard. "...Eh?"

A faint smirk curved his lips as he leaned closer, breath ghosting against mine.

"If you can take me here..." His thumb traced the corner of my mouth, sending a shiver through me, while his other hand moved lower, brushing against my butthole. " ...then you can take me there, too...by yourself."

His words sank deep, heavy with promise and temptation.

"You’re... so shameless," I whispered as I slumped on his shoulder, my voice barely steady, my heart hammering as heat pooled between us.

Before I could react, he pressed two long, deliberate fingers inside my hole, slow and teasing.

"Let’s... first loosen you up..." His words dripped with promise, his fingers stretching me in a way that made my breath hitch.

"Ahhh—!!!" I groaned, shivering, trembling against him, hands gripping his shoulders as if holding on for dear life. Every thrust of his fingers sent scorching waves through me, making my whole body ache with need.

"MMhhh... slow... slow, Alvar..."

I gasped, arching into him, heat pooling between us like molten fire.

His fingers moved expertly, stretching me, filling me in a way that was both painfully sweet and intoxicating. Then, with a wicked, teasing grin, he slid a third finger inside.

"Aghhhhh!!!!!!!!!!" My moan tore from my lips, raw and needy.

"You... you took three fingers so well," he murmured, gaze dark and heavy with lust as he looked down at me. His hands slick with my wet arousal sperm, he traced a finger along my trembling body, sending sparks of desire through every nerve.

"I guess... it’s stretched enough," he continued, voice low and husky. "You can take me now, Leif."

I gasped, breath catching in my throat, heat flooding me. "...Ahhh... yes... please... Alvar..." My moan was desperate, wet, and full of longing. "...I need you...I need you so much..."

Then his lips met mine in a searing kiss, and I melted into him, our bodies pressed impossibly close. Every heartbeat, every sigh, every tremble bound us tighter in an intimacy that was as erotic as it was tender.

"Leif... you feel so perfect like this," he whispered against my ear, voice ragged, warm, and needy. "So open... so soft... just for me."

I trembled, lost in the sensation, my own hands clutching him, body alight with desire and the ache of wanting him. "Alvar... I... I need you... now..." My words were ragged, moans breaking through as my body ached to feel him fully.

He smirked, pressing himself closer, letting me feel the heat, the weight, and the undeniable need between us. "Then take me, Leif... all of me... I’m yours."

My body shuddered at his words, my moans mingling with his growls as I braced myself, hearts pounding, heat blazing, ready to melt into him completely. I looked up at him, eyes wide and trembling, and he tilted his head, that wicked smirk curling his lips.

"Put it in, Leif," he teased, voice husky, breath hot against my ear. "Don’t you want me?"

I swallowed hard, heat pooling unbearably, and lifted my hips slightly, holding his cock, trying to guide him inside. But as I moved, it slipped—slipped out of me—and I trembled, a frustrated whimper escaping my lips.

"It... it’s slipping," I whispered, tears brimming in my eyes.

He cupped my face gently, thumb brushing along my cheek, voice low and soothing but still commanding: "Try again... Leif. I know you can."

I took a shaky breath and raised my hips once more, fingers trembling as I held him, ready. But the moment his tip touched me... it slipped again. I slumped against his chest, shivering, tears spilling down, whispering, "Hah... I... I can’t... I can’t do it..."

Alvar rubbed my back slowly, patient, yet tinged with that insatiable hunger in his gaze. "Then... do you want me to?" His voice was soft, intimate, and coaxing.

I nodded frantically, my hole twitching uncontrollably for him, lips parting in a needy gasp. "Yes... please... Alvar... I need you..."

A dark, possessive smirk spread across his face.

"Alright..." he murmured, hands moving to grip my waist firmly.

Both hands, strong and commanding, held me steady as he lifted me higher, pressing me against him, every inch of his cock brushing against me. I gasped sharply, breath catching, and before I could brace myself, he thrust into me—sudden, deep, and impossibly hard.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

I screamed, body trembling, nails digging into his shoulders as a shockwave of pleasure and pain tore through me.

He didn’t pull back and didn’t give me time to adjust. Instead, he held me tightly, rocking his hips with slow, deliberate force, filling me completely. His lips found my shoulder, nipping and kissing as he groaned into me.

"Now... move your hips," he whispered, voice rough but intimate, sending shivers down my spine.

I trembled, cheeks flushed, heart hammering, and slowly, tentatively, I began to move. My hips rolled against him, every inch of his cock buried inside me, each motion sending jolts of pleasure straight through my core.

"Ahhh... yes... just like that..." he groaned, fingers digging into my waist, guiding me. " You’re doing good....leif..."

I moaned, breath hitching, lips parting as I moved in rhythm with him. "Hnghh... ahhh... ahh... ohhh..." My voice quivered with need, every thrust sending fire through my body, every gasp making his groans deepen.

He pressed his forehead to mine, arms wrapping around me, holding me as if he never wanted to let go.

"Leif... look at me," he murmured, voice low and husky. "Tell me...You’re mine... all of you... mine... and I’ll take care of you."

My heart skipped at his words, a warmth blooming in me that had nothing to do with pleasure and everything to do with him.

"...Alvar... I... I’m yours..." I whispered, voice trembling, lips brushing his. "Only yours... No... no one will own me... except you..."

He smiled, a mixture of something tender and something fierce, though I caught a flicker of fear in his eyes for a brief moment—something unspoken. Still, he kept guiding me, steadying me, letting me ride him, and I couldn’t help the moans escaping me.

"Hnghhh... Haa... haa..."

I gasped, hips trembling. It hurt in this position, but the pleasure—oh, it was overwhelming. Every movement, every thrust, every grind made me feel like I was going to shatter into a million pieces.

I was so close... so dangerously close.

He pressed his lips to mine again, slow and searing. "Mmhh..."

His other hand slid down to my chest, fingers brushing and teasing my nipples. "You wanna cum, my love?"

I nodded frantically, breath ragged, body trembling. "Yes... haa... aahhh... haaa..." My words were broken, my moans spilling into his mouth as waves of pleasure coursed through me.

His hands were firm on my hips, lifting me slightly, pressing me harder onto him, every inch of him deep inside me. "...Then keep moving, Leif..." His voice was low, commanding, but threaded with need, warmth, and something achingly tender.

I shivered, gripping his shoulders, heart hammering, lips brushing his as I continued to ride him, lost in the heat, the lust, the intimacy, the love. Every motion, every gasp, every tremble drew us closer, binding us together in a fire that burned hotter than anything I’d ever known.

And in that moment, nothing else existed. Just him... just me... just this heat, this need, this love we shared in ways words could never fully capture.