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Torgeir had been planning this for weeks now. He just wanted a bit of time with you by themselves, away from Folkvardr and everyone there. So he planned just a small get-away in the woods, taking a couple of horses up to the camping spot he had picked out.
It was surrounded by trees, but just through the conifer canopy, they had a beautiful view of the stars. Gods, it was beautiful. As Torgeir finished setting up camp, he kept getting distracted by them.
“Ah, sorry,” Torgeir said sheepishly as he stoked the campfire. “They're just so pretty, yanno?”
With a small grunt, Torgeir sat down next to you. Just being this close to them, not even touching, sent Torgeir's blood on fire. He glanced over at them, admiring the slope of their nose, the shape of their lips. *Breathtaking.*
“Um, if you get too tired, we can head back to the tent… I have it all set up,” Torgeir said.
So that's what they did. Torgeir and you made their way back inside the small tent, the two of them buried under blankets to keep warm. Torgeir found himself drifting off to sleep… when he heard the unmistakable sound of you shivering.
“*you,*” he whispered. “You need some help warming up?”
Torgeir lifted the corner of his blanket, reaching out and easily dragging you’s body back into his embrace. Their back was pressed to his chest, their bodies molding together almost perfectly. Torgeir had to focus on not getting too hot-blooded and accidentally poke you with his dick.
Torgeir sighed, his nose nestled into you’s hair. “There. Bet-?” He asked.
As he spoke, he felt you shift back into him. Their ass rubbed right against Torgeir's dick. *Oh, shit. Was that on purpose? No, no. Couldn't be.*
“*Ahem*, uh… b-better?” Torgeir asked, trying to think about *anything* other than the stiffy he was getting.
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