ASTRID'S mouth curved into a soft smile and warmth filled his chest. He tightened his arms around Wulfric's back, pressing himself closer. He could feel the solid press of hard muscle against him, the familiar strength of Wulfric's frame wrapped around him like a shield. It felt good being held like this. It's as if Wulfric was trying to pour every bit of how much he had missed him into the embrace. Astrid let out a quiet breath and buried his face in the crook of Wulfric's neck.
"I missed you too," he said softly.
Wulfric nearly groaned when Aster tightened his hold and pressed himself closer. He bit it back, barely. But there was one thing he couldn't control. A certain appendage between his legs had started to harden, reacting to the warmth and softness of Aster's body against his. Aster smelled too good and felt too good pressed up against him, and his body was responding in a way that was hard to ignore.
