Petulant ✔︎

10

still slightly 18+

Gunnar laid in his lap comfortably suckling onto his semi erected cock. Gorm was spent, and he didn't see himself going again any time soon, but that didn't deter Gunnar from trying. After the night they spent together, he expected Gunnar to be more tired. He expected both of them to lay down and sleep, but the prince had other ideas. Gunnar sucked his foreskin, and he wouldn't dare to stop the groans that left his lips.

Gorm grimaced when Gunnar's lips left his skin, "Tell me something about my sister. How is the town growing under her rule?" Gorm scowled. Did the not-so-little prince want to talk just now? Now while he was enjoying having his dick sucked.

"Trondheim was always a powerful city," a moan followed his words. His punishment for not saying what Gunnar wanted was the prince's grip tightening over his cock.

"Ow, ow, Odin" —he exhaled in relief when the hand softened its grip over his aching cock— "Irvina is pushing her influence. Everyone in the town loves her, as far as I know, people whisper that she was blessed by Loki when she tricked death. The neighboring Kings aren't very happy about a woman ruling a strong Kingdom, but her alliance with the sons of Ragnar is bringing in power and more trade."

He was rewarded by a long lick along his shaft, which made him exhale in relief. Gunnar looked up at him. Green eyes widened innocently, "And what about Frode?" Gorm rolled his eyes at the questioning.

"Good, I do my best to avoid your whiny idiotic brother." Gunnar rolled his eyes but sat up, ready to continue the conversation. He rolled himself over and plopped onto his lap. Gorm huffed in annoyance. But it was soon replaced with a sigh once Gunnar rolled his hips. His cock was now lined with the prince's aching member.

Gunnar's hand cupped his face, "I love my sister, but you have to understand that I won't come back!" The urgency in his voice made Gorm wrap his arms around him. Made him settle his big hands over the narrow hips.

"I only told you that you should?" He tried to play it innocent, pretending as if he wasn't here just for that. Gunnar gave him a look.

Then he raised a humorless brow, "I'm not that stupid." Gorm sighed before pushing into him. One of his hands wrapped around his neck. He gently urged the prince to lower his head. Then he planted his lips onto his. The electrifying feeling in his stomach returned. As it always did whenever he got too close to the man in his lap. No matter how much he tried to deny it. His stomach clenched, and a shiver slid over his back.

"Hiding here will not solve anything. It has been almost ten years now, Gunnar. It's time to come home to the family that misses you." Gunnar shook his head and puffed out his cheeks like a child. Something that did not suit a man with a grown beard and even longer hair.

He pushed the hand holding his neck away, "I don't want back. It's not my home anymore, what would I even do there. I can't just get up and decide that I am worthy of a place at my sister's table!" The way he bounced on his member while throwing his hands around made it hard for Gorm to focus.

Gorm pushed them over and hoisted himself above the man. He gave him a pointed look. "It's been almost a week, I'll stay for two more days, and then either you come with me or whine here like a child." His hand sneaked into the prince's hair. His grip was tight, demanding.

"As for what you could do there. You can warm my bed," with a teasing smile, Gorm leaned in, claiming the lips before him once more. Gunnar whined, but Gorm didn't let any more nonsense out of his mouth. And then once more as last night, moans surrounded the room.