Page 12 of The Prince's Sacrifice

Pel looked down like he’d never seen his hands before. Tor was right. The wrong parts of the man’s ass were now covered in oil. The skin looked even more appealing glistening in the glow of Tor’s magic lights, but Pel might need to rethink the order of things the next time he did this.

He reached out for the little bottle, but Tor snagged him and tugged him in for a kiss until Pel felt some of the tension ease out of him—tension he hadn’t even realized he was holding.

“You’re doing great,” Tor assured him.

Pel liked it when Tor touchedhisass, he reminded himself. Tor was clearly trying to make him feel good about this, but it didn’t mean it was untrue. Pel didn’t like to be coddled… but that didn’t mean he couldn’t take support.

“Thanks,” he said softly.

He poured more oil onto his fingers, getting the bottle hopelessly oily and barely managing not to drop it. Using his left hand to press Tor’s cheeks apart, he rubbed his right index finger along Tor’s puckered flesh. It flexed, and Pel watched a shiver go through Tor.

“All right?” Pel asked, circling the flesh and watching the way it quivered.

He definitely liked how responsive Tor was like this.

“Fine,” Tor agreed.

His voice was a bit rough, a faint edge of strain in it. Pel paused.

“Actually fine?” he asked. “Or wishing I’d stop?”

Tor pushed back against him. “Wishing you’d stop teasing me, actually.”

Oh.Pel nearly laughed. He hadn’t meant to tease. He sucked in a deep breath.

“Here goes nothing.”

“Becausethatsentence really inspires confidence,” Tor said with a huff.

Pel laughed and pressed the tip of his finger carefully against Tor’s hole, applying a slow, steady pressure. It was a weird feeling as it gave, and Pel’s finger was suddenly partway inside Tor.

A breath punched out of Tor, and Pel froze. It was… warm and constrictive, and it was Pel’s turn to shiver as he thought of what that would feel like around his cock.

“How does that feel?” Pel asked.

“A little weird, to be honest. Not bad,” Tor hastened to assure him. “Just weird.”

That seemed accurate and honest.

“Ready for more?”

“Yes.”

Pel continued to press forward carefully until his finger was fully buried inside Tor, surrounded by the warmth of the man’s body.

“In and out a few times,” Tor reminded him.

Right. Pel carefully pulled his finger nearly out and then plunged it into Tor’s channel again. Tor groaned.

“Yeah, like that.”

So Pel did it a few more times.

Tor’s voice was noticeably more breathless as he said, “Now another finger. Work them in together. Go slow.”

Pel did as instructed and heard Tor’s breath hitch as Pel breached him. Tor’s muscles clamped down on his fingers, and Pel froze.

“It’s fine,” Tor said, voice a bit tight.