Page 119 of The Lost Art of Seducing a Mage Warrior

“We’ll cross hand job off the list for the moment,” Perian conceded. “I don’t think you want me to try it with my left hand.”

Brannal’s lip curled up.

“Blow job?” Perian offered. “I can do that without my hands.”

Brannal eyed him for a long moment, and then he rolled onto his back and looked up at where Perian was sitting on the bed beside him.

“What if you climbed up here?” he asked. He seemed almost… shy? “Would you like that?”

“So much,” Perian answered immediately. “At the risk of being obnoxious, I feel the need to ask anyway. Are you sure?”

But Brannal was looking at him with clear dark eyes full of hunger and warmth, a combination Perian was growing increasingly fond of.

“I’m sure,” Brannal told him. “There are still some things I need to figure out, but I’m positive that I want this. That I wantyou.”

Perian straddled him and then leaned down to give him a kiss, soft and warm.

“I want you too. So very much. And if I can do anything—or need to not do something—just let me know.”

“You can get the oil,” Brannal said, waving a hand towards the side of the bed.

His eyes were still bright and intent, so while he was clearly sidestepping Perian’s comment, he didn’t mind. Brannal had already said he was still working through this, and if Perian had his way, they’d have a long time to learn everything about one another. There was no need to rush, as long as they were both comfortable right now.

Perian retrieved the oil. He’d always been a bit impatient with this step, but he still remembered the advice he’d received from the owner of the house of pleasure when he was sixteen: preparation was important if you didn’t like discomfort, and most partners were solicitous. He slicked up Brannal’s cock and then used his messy fingers to quickly stretch himself, though he already knew Brannal’s cock would fit and feel wonderful. He remembered to put the vial back on the cabinet and not risk spilling it all over the bed.

He lined the two of them up and bore down. The head of Brannal’s cock breached him, and Brannal sucked in a sharp breath, fingers moving to clutch at Perian’s hips. Perian smiled as he drove himself down. He paused when he was fully seated, Brannal buried as far inside him as it was possible to get, filling him perfectly.

“You feel so good,” Perian groaned out.

“I was going to say that,” Brannal said, sounding a little breathless, and Perian loved that he’d been the one to make that happen.

“Everything’s all right?” Perian confirmed, because things had been good last time until they hadn’t been good at all.

“More than all right,” Brannal agreed, smiling at him, eyes soft. He squeezed Perian’s hips. “It’s wonderful, Perian, truly.”

Reassured, Perian lifted himself almost all the way off Brannal’s cock and then drove himself down again, reveling in the sensation of being filled by Brannal over and over again, the feelings seeming to peak higher and higher every time. Perian loved it, and from the sounds Brannal was making, he loved it too. Perian enjoyed it so much that his cock rose to the occasion once again. He scrutinized Brannal carefully, wanting to make sure he didn’t miss any signs of discomfort. Happily, there was nothing but pleasure in Brannal’s expression, growing more and more pronounced until he stiffened and came buried inside Perian, which prompted Perian to spurt all over Brannal’s chest.

Basking in the feeling of bliss, Perian slumped over said chest, collapsing on top of Brannal who let out a murmur of satisfaction. It was everything he’d wanted the first time, and he was so relieved there’d been no uncertainty or upset this time.

“Was that all right?” he questioned, just to make sure.

“That was amazing,” Brannal assured him, voice raspy and content. “It was so good.”

Perian wassoglad. His body was buzzing, simultaneously invigorated and completely sated. It was the most perfect feeling.

He managed to wipe them a little bit clean and then curled up on top of Brannal, tugging a blanket over them. Brannal slung an arm over him, and Perian settled more firmly against him with a happy sigh, wishing that every day could be as good as this one.

He still wanted to learn how to defend himself. Cormal was dealt with for the moment, but Perian didn’t delude himself that everything was resolved between them. Renny still thought her dead brother was by her side constantly, and there seemed to be no good way to prove if that was true. And Perian still didn’t have permanent plans here.

But wrapped up in Brannal’s arms, both of them sated and happy, everything felt possible. Perian might not know what was coming, but he knew this was a future he wanted to fight for.