"Oh aye," he went on, slowly dragging down Kurt's zipper. He could feel the heat and swell of flesh beneath. "They'd fuck in the spring soil all the night, to bless the land while the fires burnt down. A celebration of life and flesh and heat." His hand slipped inside the younger man's jeans, stroking his cock gently but firmly in rhythm with the cadence of his words.

"The night was given to wild lust and untamed passion."