Aarne "The Eagle" Järvinen (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
suomi_thunder) wrote2021-04-30 07:39 pm
suomi_thunder) wrote2021-04-30 07:39 pm
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Glada Vappen!
Aarne hadn't celebrated holidays properly in over a year which left him feeling disconnected. Giant bonfires in the streets and rampant reindeer were frowned upon in most civilized cities, unless of course the punks were involved, then that was arson not celebrations.. ok, well for the punks it was a celebration but not for a Saami.
In the Nexus though, oh here he could do whatever he wanted, or that was what he had learned in his few visits. He had been planning and cooking and collecting. The gods probably don't even know where he stirred up reindeer from in the Nexus but he has and Mouka was happy to have a job keeping them corralled. His usual rock gear is augmented with his family necklace and oddly doesn't look too out of place with rest of his wildness.
He didn't have a lot but parties always started this way. The host had some things and then people came and brought more booze and food, ordering all kinds of things. Aarne did bring Mead, alcoholic and non-alcoholic, and a a bunch of lemon tippaleipä batter. He had cooked some but this was something he could show visitors how to make on their own. The honey mead based sugar in a large bowl. Strips of dried reindeer meat and juustoleipä, a Finnish reindeer milk cheese, are out on the table too. There are fruits; strawberries, apples, and nuts which were common as well as a cream from reindeer milk traditional to the culture and nearly like unfermented yogurt.
That all done he looked to the huge pile of logs that he had gotten from various people around the Nexus. The Sami added leaves to it to create smoke at first to attract others. Before lighting it he put up a banner of hide dedicated to the Akka, the female fertility spirits, decorated with the same imagery as his traditional drum. It was sentimental, the first drum he ever learned to play.
Drum in hand he poured kerosene on the log pile and lit it. The reindeer spooked at the sudden fire but soon calmed, especially when the tall Fin went among them.
In the Nexus though, oh here he could do whatever he wanted, or that was what he had learned in his few visits. He had been planning and cooking and collecting. The gods probably don't even know where he stirred up reindeer from in the Nexus but he has and Mouka was happy to have a job keeping them corralled. His usual rock gear is augmented with his family necklace and oddly doesn't look too out of place with rest of his wildness.
He didn't have a lot but parties always started this way. The host had some things and then people came and brought more booze and food, ordering all kinds of things. Aarne did bring Mead, alcoholic and non-alcoholic, and a a bunch of lemon tippaleipä batter. He had cooked some but this was something he could show visitors how to make on their own. The honey mead based sugar in a large bowl. Strips of dried reindeer meat and juustoleipä, a Finnish reindeer milk cheese, are out on the table too. There are fruits; strawberries, apples, and nuts which were common as well as a cream from reindeer milk traditional to the culture and nearly like unfermented yogurt.
That all done he looked to the huge pile of logs that he had gotten from various people around the Nexus. The Sami added leaves to it to create smoke at first to attract others. Before lighting it he put up a banner of hide dedicated to the Akka, the female fertility spirits, decorated with the same imagery as his traditional drum. It was sentimental, the first drum he ever learned to play.
Drum in hand he poured kerosene on the log pile and lit it. The reindeer spooked at the sudden fire but soon calmed, especially when the tall Fin went among them.
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Grabbed around the waist, he wiggled his ass against Joe. "Take me, honey."
He wasn't expecting to get taken so quick and rough so Joe got a loud cry from the Fin before it turned to moans when the thrusting started. He spread his legs farther, leaning over more to give Joe a good look at his ass and shift the angle enough to almost take his breath when the pounding started.
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"How much do you love my cock, honey? I think about fucking you every night."
Would they do that once they got to Aarne's homeland? Within a fur tent? The idea was fucking sexy as hell and the Brit wanted it. His hands caressed down his lover's toned drummer's arms as he arched up and started to cry out in pleasure, getting rougher with his thrusts.
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"I wish I could live with your cock constantly shoved in my ass and mouth." He purred those words before Joe almost broke that scream free with a hard thrust. The Fin shoving back into his lover and trying desperately not to scream. "Harder. I want to feel like you're still fucking me when you stop."
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Joe could feel his orgasm close as he fucked his lover roughly, gasping and moaning loudly, not caring who heard outside of their small booth. It was so fucking dirty. The Brit began pistoning harder into Aarne, biting down on the Fin's shoulder, grunting as his muscles began to ache.
"Aarne---babe, I'm close!"
Thrusting hard and rough, Joe arched up and then screamed loud and long, whilst emptying himself inside of the drummer, crying out in pleasure.
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Joe kept going and it left Aarne gasping and trembling even before Joe got off. He almost fell over when he heard the cries from his lover and felt the bassist arched up and shoved so far in.
"OH Joe, minun kuuma!" Aarne pitched forward clinging to the wall, sweating and out of breath.