Page 11 of The Prince's Sacrifice

He raised an eyebrow. “Let’s see if you’re still so cocky when I’m fucking you.”

Tor wiggled his ass again. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Pel would never have imagined there’d be this much banter when he had sex—nor would he have expected how much he liked it. But now he had to actually… proceed. His stomach erupted in butterflies, like they’d just been waiting for him to realize he’d actually need to act.

As if Tor could read his mind, he said patiently, “First step: coat your fingers in oil. A fair amount. It will be a slippery mess, and we’ll probably get oil all over the place. That’s totally fine.”

If they did that, the staff would know what Tor was getting up to. But then, he’d been having sex before Pel, and he’d have sex after Pel—though hopefully not here in Tond. Just because Pel was contemplating having sex for the first time didn’t mean it was that noteworthy to anyone else.

“Is it always this awkward?” Pel asked a bit plaintively.

“Most of the time,” Tor answered with a bright laugh. Seriously, the man was on all fours, wiggling his ass at Pel, and he sounded perfectly at ease. “You get more used to how muchoil you need to use as you gain experience. But it’s always better to err on the side of lots of oil.”

“Right,” Pel agreed. He definitely wanted Tor to be comfortable.

“Also, you’ll want to either figure out how to put the lid back on the oil with a very oily hand, or you want to put it on a stable surface. Otherwise, there’s an extremely high chance that you or I will knock it over at some point and make even more of a mess. Ask me how I know this.”

Pel found himself grinning, some of that tight coil of anxiety relaxing. He was with Tor, and Tor was going to guide him through this. “Right.” It wasn’t like any of this was particularly complicated, but Pel definitely hadn’t thought through the little details. “I’m glad you’ve done this before.”

Tor twisted back to grin at him. “It’s all a learning process. Anyone who tells you their first time was perfect is definitely lying.”

He sounded so definitive that Pel could only laugh. “What? You weren’t perfection itself?”

Tor grimaced, looking a bit embarrassed. “I was young, and I was lucky that I was with someone who was equally young and not at all discerning. I could and have done better on pretty much every occasion since.”

Pel had been so focused on Tor’s experience that he’d somehow forgotten that, of course, Tor had started somewhere, too. And if Pel considered some fumbling effort with someone years ago or being here with Tor like this now… there was absolutely no competition.

“I’m glad I’m doing this with you,” Pel told him impulsively.

Tor smiled at him, eyes soft and expression fond. “Me, too.”

Pel poured oil onto his left palm, then reached out to set the oil on the bedside cabinet. He barely managed to screw the lid back on loosely with his right hand.

Then he dipped his right fingers into the oil, coating them carefully.

“All right, what’s next?” he asked.

“Pretty much what you think is next,” Tor told him. Pel couldhearthe grin, even though Tor wasn’t facing him now. “Start with one finger, like I said, and go slowly. If I need you to pause or pull out, I’ll ask.”

Well, that was one concern allayed, at least.

Pel eyed that beautiful muscled flesh in front of him. “Am I just supposed to grab your ass and go for it? That seems… rude.”

Tor craned around to grin at him, eyes alight with laughter. “I wouldn’t recommend it as a tactic in general, though we’ve reached the point where I certainly wouldn’t mind. But as with any form of intimacy, taking a roundabout way to get there can be very pleasant. You can squeeze my ass, kiss my ass.” He winked, and Pel rolled his eyes, charmed in spite of himself. “Whatever you want.”

Pel scarcely knew what that was—but that was the point of all this. He was trying something new. And hedidknow that he liked to touch Tor. He’d touched his ass before, though never with this much intent. Still, he could admire it and squeeze it and stroke it, feeling the supple skin and firm muscle beneath his fingers. He was leaving oily streaks on Tor’s skin, which glistened in the light and reminded him why Tor had said this was messy.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to one of the globes, because Tor was ridiculous, and Pel liked that for some reason.

Tor made nice sounds when Pel squeezed his ass or slipped down to fondle his balls, which were nicely on display from this position.

“That’s lovely,” Tor told him, voice thicker than normal.

Pel did it a few more times for good measure, but when he realized that he might be drawing this out to avoid whathe needed to do next, he made himself move his hands and carefully reveal Tor’s hole. It looked… awfully small.

He blew out a breath.

“Do you need more oil on your fingers?” Tor asked.