Shivers

Erotic short. A young man kisses an older bear.

500w. Rated M. Some touch starvation and shivers, kissing in a man’s lap.

“Come here, lad,” says Ruadhrí, and Anton has to brace himself, takes in a slow and sucking breath that rattles his rib cage not because it’s painfully cold or because it’s that laborious, but just because he’s already trembling, because he can’t work the shake from under his skin.

He stumbles when he comes forward, knocks against the table, and waits for Ruadhrí to say something, to make a sly comment or insult him, but he doesn’t do either: he just delicately shakes his head and gestures for him to keep coming, which Anton does, stepping around it, coming to perch himself on Ruadhrí’s thigh.

He’s got them spread apart, both of them huge, thick, and powerful, and it’s a soft seat under his arse but he still flinches when he feels the muscle flex, utterly overwhelmed by how hot Ruadhrí’s body is — not just the thigh underneath him, warm and plush, but the swell of his belly under the soft fabric of his black t-shirt, nudging against Anton’s own, the stark contrast between the warmth of his thighs and his belly and the cool touch of his leather vest.

One of Ruadhrí’s hands, broad and strong-fingered, comes to settle on his lower back, and Anton can’t help the breathless noise that ekes out of him, the way his whole body ripples. Ruadhrí’s touch is firm, and he doesn’t pull away: his palm presses closer, strokes flat against Anton’s lower back…