Chapter 9
The storm let up after a while, the elemental no longer sensing imminent threat, but the snow did not melt away into immediate oblivion. Inside, Kit and Harry held each other, stayed warm, tangled themselves together, paused to nibble more purloined food, and fit themselves together again. Harry liked to be talked to, praised, instructed; Kit put him on his knees, had him on his back, bent him over the sofa. At one point he had Harry in his lap, riding his c**k, Kit’s hand playing ceaselessly with Harry’s oversensitive shaft and balls; Harry made extremely lovely sounds, and eventually spent himself that way, Kit’s length deep inside him. Harry’s arms went around Kit in the wake of it.
They napped for a bit, entwined. They talked.
Kit did not expect to talk, but he did: the wo
