Dylan is radiant out here in the snow talking about northern lights and winter. About summer in Alaska and how much it means to him after endless days of darkness. Without speaking, I sneak my arms around him, hearing the shushing sound of our outerwear sliding against each other. I lean my face in toward his and our cold lips come together in stolen kisses hidden by the thick white puffs of our warm breath in the cold air.

His nose is red and his eyes are bright. I want to stay out there forever, but maybe it isn't a good idea as pretty soon, the wind picks up with some flurries, and we decide to head back, with the crunching sound of our snowshoes surrounding us.

After we enter the house, we start shucking off some of the layers. "That was so cool. Thanks," I tell him.

"I'm going to start the fire. Meet me in the living room in five minutes?"

"Sure, I'll get the drinks."

When I come back with some beers and snacks, Dylan is standing by the fire. I walk over, stand next to him bury my toes in the plush sheepskin rug, I stretch my hands out toward the flames, warming my palms.

"This looks amazing," I am on cloud nine after he just showed me the magic of northern lights.

"Does this make me an absolute romantic?"

"Oh I think northern lights did that."

"I can kick it up a notch?"

I flick my gaze over to the fire burning brightly, then at him. "More than this?"

He turns around, pulls a thick blanket from the sofa and spreads it over the rug. His intense eyes never leave me. I put our drinks carefully on the wooden table, our eyes locked.

"Come closer," he says, his voice dropping into husky territory. When I do, he smirks and in one swift move he wraps an arm around my waist, tugs me even closer to him and his lips are on mine in a chaste kiss.

"How did you like our date so far?"

"It was the best. Cold though," I tease.

"Oh? Well then. Let's warm you up." Without warning he scoops me into his arms and carries me over to the soft spot he made for us by the fire. We both laugh as he drops me down, not gently, and then I pull him roughly so that we end up wrestling on the floor.

My laugh is more of a giggle. "That doesn't count as a romantic gesture!"

"Um yeah, it does. I carried you bridal style."

"For two steps!"

I end up on his lap, and he seals his lips against mine, and I lose myself to the sweet sensation of his tongue wrapping around mine. Before I even realize it, he has me pinned beneath him on the floor, panting between kisses, finally noticing how overdressed we still are. We start stripping off our shirts and it just goes on and on–we're pulling each other's clothes off, he's unfastening my snow pants and finally I'm naked. Then I'm stripping layers of him. There are a lot of layers.

"Winter sex in Alaska is no joke," I tell him.

Dylan agrees, while he eases his tongue into my mouth. I drown in the depths of the feelings his possessive kisses invoke in me. Suddenly I'm breathless as I try unsuccessfully to shove his snow pants off one-handed. His gaze meets mine, and we can't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. He gets up and quickly shoves them down, along with his boxers, tossing them on the floor beside us. Finally both of us are now completely naked, and I need more than anything to feel his skin against mine.

The low amber light illuminates his broad shoulders and that sexy chest I want to run my hands across. He steps in front of me, his dick jutting out like it wants to play, watching me from above. The tip is deliciously purple, the veins standing out as tempting ridges I want to lick, and his balls are full and heavy. He strokes himself long and slow, a dark, gleaming look dancing in his eyes.

I decide to take the matter into my own hands too, I plant my feet flat on the floor, giving him an incredible view of everything, and I swear his mouth waters at the sight. Then he's on me.

He kisses me hard for a minute, and the click of the lube bottle sounds just before his finger presses against me. Warm, slick fluid is spread around my hole, and a finger is inserted. I bite my lip to hold in my moan. God, I love the feeling of having this man inside me. To be used for his pleasure is everything.

Soon, the slick head of his dick is pressing against my hole, "So fucking gorgeous. All of you."

"I'm ready, come on, fuck me."

"Oh I'm not sure you're ready for what I have planned for you tonight."

I moan as he thrusts in. Like every time, Dylan stops a few times so I can adjust to his size. I can't stop the hiss when he bottoms out. "Good, take all of me."

He leans over me to brush his lips against my ear while he speaks. "I'm going to fuck you all night. Make this hole gape for me."

My dick twitches and goosebumps break out along my skin. Dylan chuckles at the shudder.

"Such a dirty boy, getting turned on by being used," he bites my shoulder and starts moving. Every thrust is harder, faster, deeper than the last until he's pounding into me like his life depends on it. I love it. I don't ever want him to stop.

He pulls out and I whimper at the loss. "Nooo, no, what are you doing?"

"On your hands and knees, and don't move until I tell you," he orders and I immediately obey. His hands knead my ass, spreading it, seeing how easily my hole opens for him after being penetrated by his thick length. God, how I loved his possessive hold on my ass. It made me feel owned. My eyes close as I take everything in, using my other senses. I'm fully exposed to him, and it's so crude and filthy. It should make me embarrassed, but it doesn't. I'm so fucking turned on.

Slowly he is pushing his cock head back in, and I part my lips with a shaky exhale right as the head of his cock pops out, and is replaced with his thumb, spreading around the messy mix of lube and his pre-come.

"My sweet Noah," he mutters, fucking me slowly with his thumb and I let out a pleading noise and stick out my ass even more for him. "You like this? You like me owning you like this?"

I nod and he gives one of my ass cheeks a bite, then sucks slowly. I gasp. I want it to bruise, I can't help it, I need his mark on me.

"...Letting me fuck you like this," and he guides his cock inside again. The relief is too immense after he sets a fast pace again. "...Letting me destroy your little hole."

I swear to Christ, his filthy fucking words and that gravelly voice alone could make me come.
Then I feel his thumb slide in along with his dick and I groan under my breath, allowing myself one second to let all of his actions take every other thought away. My cock is continuously leaking now as he fucks me, turning me into a panting, gasping mess as he hits my spot over and over. Then he stops again.

"No!" I think I shout. "I'm so close..."

"Shhhhh... " Dylan seizes my bottom with his big hands again. My cock hangs heavy between my legs, throbbing and dripping for him as his face dives between my cheeks, inhaling my scent before his tongue lashes out against my hole. My legs tremble against the assault of his tongue, and I bring my hand down to stroke myself. Before I can even wrap my palm around my length, a loud and painful crack sounds, vibrating through my entire body as my ass cheek screams in surprise. He fucking spanked me! "What the fu—" I go to say, but am cut off when his deep, rumbling voice meets my ears.

"I said, don't move. Both hands on the floor. Don't make me tell you again."

"Shit... But I n-need to come. I'm.."

"You don't come until I tell you," Dylan slaps my asscheek again, not hard, just on the perfect side of painful. "Your cum is mine."

I nod my head into the soft rug and without another word, he pushes back inside of me. He's a man on a mission, changing the angle of penetration and brushing against my prostate. The feeling of him inside me is unreal. I push my ass back, meeting his every thrust and the loud sound of skin slapping reverberates through the room. I'm stretched obscenely wide, and I'm stuffed so full it's overwhelming. Sweat lines my forehead and I have to remind myself to breathe. One hand continues to hold me wide open for his access, while his other wraps around my aching cock, stroking slowly. Just enough to really drive me mad.

"Dylan...I need.... Please." My voice is hoarse and barely recognizable. I don't even know how long is he fucking me, or what I actually need, my mind is fuzzy, the tip of my cock is leaking and my body is thrumming. Holding onto my hips, he keeps me in place and travels deeper inside me, grunting every time he bottoms out.

"I'm gonna come in your ass, and you're gonna take it all like a good boy, isn't that right?" He rasps.

Good boy. Jesus, this guy is going to kill me. Who would've thought that quiet Dylan is not so quiet in bed? And he knows what he does to me, he knows really well when he feels the clench of my hole around his cock. What a weak-hearted man I am for his praise.

"Dylan.. yeah, come in me. I need it. Please. Love your c-cock.." I manage to say, although my throat is dry from the gasping and moaning as he continues to fuck me. My back arches, pushing back into him, shamelessly demanding more from him.

"I know, I can tell," he grunts. "You take it so fuckin' pretty, fuck... Your greedy hole looks so sexy when taking me deep. You were made for me, baby."

Heat blooms inside of me, and he moans the sexiest sound before dropping his head down onto my back, panting.

"I-I'm...close," he trembles and grinds against me, then fucks me harder just as he unloads in me.

"Fuck, baby...I can't stop coming," he is pumping nonstop for what feels like an eternity. He slows down, but seems like he can't stop fucking me even when he's emptied every single drop inside of me. Every time he pulls back, the excess that can't be contained leaks out of my hole, falling down my balls. The wet, squelching sounds that come from my ass add a level of filth to the moment.

Dylan finally pulls from my body, and I clench at the sudden emptiness. His hand slides down my crease, and I feel his finger against my rim as he presses his cum back inside me. He comes up, surrounding me, his nose burrows into the back of my neck before kissing my hot skin.

"Christ, I've never felt or seen anything so damn good," Dylan emits a soft sound similar to a growl as he caresses my sensitive opening, smearing cum around the rim. He does it a few times, and what little does manage to escape, he smears over the skin on my ass and lower back. The reminder that I'm his.

Everything is so damn primal between us—the messier, the better and I groan needily. My back arches, and I let out a pathetic whimper when he finds my dick. I'm overstimulated and drowning in sensations. Slamming my eyes shut I try to focus on my breathing, but it's useless. All it does is let the thoughts in. Is he going to let me come if I get there, or will he back off at the last second?

After only a few moments, he pulls away from me, and I swear I think I'm going to die if he keeps edging me like this. I peer over my shoulder at him, he throws a devilish smirk my way. "I want your come now. You ready?"

"Yeah, please."

He lies down on his back next to me. "Come sit on my face, baby."

My chaotic heart attempts to crack through my rib cage at the sight of him and what is he asking of me. But I'm unable to process this more–I just need to come so I move toward him, facing the direction he's facing, and lower myself onto his face. My cheeks heat, both from embarrassment and arousal.

"So pretty," he swipes his fingers over my hole that probably looks fucking wrecked and lose from his huge dick splitting me apart just moments ago.

"All yours."

"Fuck. Yeah, mine. Come here."

As soon as my ass makes contact with his face, his tongue goes to work. He's not hard anymore but I can't take my eyes off his big, veiny dick, still glistening from his come and lube. I grind my ass on Dylan's face as I reach down. My mouth waters, and without giving it any more thought, I bend down and take him into my mouth.

I moan as I taste him and his tongue falters for a moment as his chest vibrates with a groan that I can feel deep in my bones. I'm not able to take his whole length in my mouth without moving my ass off his face, and with the way his fingers are digging into my cheeks and holding me still, that's not possible. So instead, I twirl my tongue around and suck as much as I can get from my position, loving the taste of him.

My cock is hard and heavy between my legs, and my balls are so full, they physically ache. His strong hands lift me enough to reposition my balls on his face, and he wastes no time sucking them into his mouth, and I can't even focus on his dick anymore because I'm going out of my mind.

"Holy fuck," I groan, my palms are gripping his thighs to support myself. "Dylan, Dyl... ah... please, please!" I pant.

Lifting me again until I fall forward a little, "Since you asked so nicely."

He wraps his fingers around my stiff length and guides it to his mouth and swallows the tip expertly from underneath me, while simultaneously shoving his fingers inside of me. He doesn't waste time being gentle. My breath hitches at the intrusion, and every nerve ending in my body is lit up with the electricity his mouth and fingers bring me. My prostate is grazed on almost every brush of his fingers, fireworks start erupting behind my eyes, and my jaw permanently slack.

"Come on, baby. Come for me," he demands, in between licks of my cockhead. Warmth spreads throughout my entire body, my eyes slam shut, as I erupt inside his mouth.

My release has me in a chokehold, my muscles tightening and my pulse hammering so hard, I can hear it in my ears. Absolute and total fucking rapture. Earth-shattering euphoria. That's what Dylan gives me. I can't breathe or think or do anything other than give myself over to him as he wrings me dry and turns me inside out.

I don't know how or when, but he manoeuvres my body, pulling me flush on top of him. His hot breath fans my skin as I drop my head on his shoulder. His other arm wraps around my waist, holding me tight. Our skin is sweat-slicked, and our breathing is shallow and harsh.

We lie wrapped up in each other's embrace for a long while. Neither of us says anything, but so much is being said anyway. When his fingers caress my skin, it feels like those shimmering lights dancing across the night sky.

I stay in place, listening to the fire crackling away and our synced-up breathing filling the air around us. After what feels like hours, he tilts his head until his sleepy gaze is connected with mine. His lip curls into the sweetest grin, and I desperately want to wrap up this moment in a box to replay over and over when he's not around.

"Wanna move to the bedroom or stay here?"

"Stay here."

"Ok, I'll be right back," Dylan goes into the bedroom and comes back with more pillows, a comforter and a wet towel. He cleans me up. Slowly. Meticulously. He kisses me soft but deep while he drags the warm cloth over my skin. He lingers, enjoying my body in the relaxed state he leaves me in. I like that he takes care of me afterwards. I've never let anyone else do it before. Why is it so easy to let him take care of me? To give up that control? How does he know I need it?

And when Dylan rolls us to our sides, he holds me close and snuggles in with his eyes closed and a serene smile on his face. I have to wonder if this is somehow a dream, if this is in any way real. If this will end?

"Stop thinking, Noah," he mumbles. "Go to sleep." I nestle down into his warm hold. I close my eyes, marvelling in the warmth, the intimacy, the sound of another man's heartbeat in my ear, and for the first time in my life, I'm thinking about being in love.

"I don't want this to stop," I say against his lips. "It feels too important to let go."

"I don't either," our breaths mix between us, and the warmth of our bodies surrounds us.

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A/N

You'll have to forgive me, it's seems I'm in my horny phase. No, but actually I did want to write a story about that all-consuming lust, that bridge that connects physical with emotional yearnings. I hope it's kinky but not over the top, you know. Sometimes I'm reading these stories with smut and it's just so unrealistic and lacking romance and intimacy. Anyway, some of this is quite extreme as well but that's why we call it fiction, right?

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