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tongue over the head.
    Godwin gripped Thorstein’s arms tightly, digging his fingers into the skin when Thorstein took him into his mouth. Thorstein settled into a rhythm, humming softly, but when Godwin began to shudder, he released him, gripping him at the base to stop him coming.
    Godwin whined, wide brown eyes pleading with him, but Thorstein just smiled. “Soon,” he promised as he leaned in for another kiss.
    Godwin had grown bolder, and this time he fought for supremacy, working his tongue into Thorstein’s mouth, exploring him, demanding more. When Thorstein broke away, he, too, was breathing heavily, his cock aching for release.
    He looked around the room for something he could use. The last thing he wanted to do was cause Godwin pain. Finally, he remembered the chest in the corner. He climbed off the bed and hurried to open it. Grabbing one of the small pots of oil, he returned to Godwin.
    The young man was sitting up on the bed, watching him. His face was flushed, and his chest rose and fell in a fast, erratic rhythm.
    â€œLie down,” Thorstein said, kneeling close by.
    When Godwin was comfortable, he dipped a finger into the pot, and then began to massage Godwin’s entrance. The young man tensed at first, but gradually relaxed under Thorstein’s ministrations, and the Viking was able to ease a finger inside.
    Thorstein was nearly mad with lust by the time he added a third finger, but he held himself back, stretching Godwin slowly until he was sure he was ready. Finally he was slicked and poised, ready to make Godwin his once and for all.
    He entered little by little, allowing Godwin time to adjust. The shepherd had tensed at the initial intrusion, his face wrinkling up in pain, but Thorstein had taken him in hand, administering steady pumps, keeping his mind off the penetration and helping him to relax.
    When he was fully sheathed, he paused and looked down to capture Godwin’s gaze. The younger man’s eyes were black discs of desire, and a thin sheen covered his forehead. He had never looked more like a god.
    â€œMy little Baldur,” Thorstein whispered, and began to move.
    It was tentative at first, but then Godwin began to meet his thrusts and their pace increased. Thorstein had never felt anything like it before. Godwin was so tight and warm, and his cries were like music in Thorstein’s ears.
    As he felt himself get closer to completion, Thorstein reached between them and fisted Godwin’s cock, pumping in rhythm with his thrusts. Godwin came with a scream, spilling his seed onto Thorstein’s chest, and Thorstein followed moments later, holding Godwin tight against him as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. They collapsed together in a sticky mess, their breathing laboured and their pulses racing.
    Thorstein silently offered thanks to Freyr for bringing him this man. Perhaps the gods had left him stranded on that beach for a purpose, so he would find Godwin. Or so Godwin would find him. Perhaps both.
    â€œAre you okay,” Thorstein asked, suddenly realising Godwin had hardly spoken a word.
    â€œYes,” Godwin breathed. “I’ve... I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”
    Thorstein smiled, holding himself up so he could see Godwin properly. “Would you like to experience it again?”
    BY THE time the summer arrived, Thorstein and Godwin had established a daily routine that revolved around sleep, sheep, food, and sex. Thorstein was happier than he’d ever been, and Godwin assured him he felt the same way.
    When Thorstein heard the voices of his countrymen down on the beach, it came as both a surprise and a disappointment. He’d almost forgotten his early hopes that they’d return, and now that they were here, he didn’t know what to do.
    Godwin arrived at his side, and together they lay in the tall grasses, watching the comings and goings of the Vikings below.
    â€œWill you leave?”