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Pel couldn’t help but smile. “Obviously.”

Once they were both clean, they moved to a dryer area of the bed and curled up once more.

“So you’d like to do that again?” Pel blurted out, just in case.

“Most definitely,” Tor answered, smiling softly at him. “I mean, not right this instant, because I’m a bit sore and there’s no way that I could get hard again right now, but—”

Pel laughed, and Tor kissed him, and it was everything that Pel had ever wanted.

Chapter Three

Tor

Any time Tor had expectations about Pel, he exceeded them by leaps and bounds. Tor had been willing to bottom for Pel purely because that was what the man wanted, but he hadn’t been entirely sure it was the best way to start.

To be perfectly honest, he’d been more nervous than he wanted to admit, but not only had it been worth it for how much pleasure it brought Pel, it had been exquisite for Tor. Pel was apparently demonstrating without meaning to why it could be a good idea to start with someone a bit older—or maybe just someone who cared more.

Every intimacy with Pel was better than what Tor had previously experienced. They still disagreed sometimes, and either one of them could be grumpy, and Tor was sure he still had work to do on how he treated magic compared to how Pel viewed it, but… everything seemed possible. This felt like something that would challenge and inspire and delight Tor for a long time… like a lifetime.

Was it too soon to mention it to Pel? Was that a bad idea? Because every once in a while, Pel said something about the future that made it clear he wasn’t envisioning Tor in it with him. Did he just need more time to come round to the idea? Was Tor hesitating because it was still too early or because he was afraid?

Well, he didn’t have to make a decision instantly, and in the meantime, he could continue to demonstrate all the awesome benefits of their being together. Because inthatrespect, it couldn’t be going better. It felt a lot like they were making up for lost time.

They were now making it abundantly clear that they both wanted sex.

When Pel professed himself eager to be on the receiving end of things, Tor arranged them so that Pel was on his back.

“It means I get to watch you,” he said as he fingered the man open. “I like to watch you.”

Pel’s eyes were big and glassy as they fastened on Tor’s. “I like to watch you, too.”

Tor leaned in, and Pel kissed him back hungrily, jerking when Tor found his sweet spot with his fingers.

“Goddess,” Pel breathed. “I knew it was good from how you were reacting, but I didn’t know it felt like that.”

Tor grinned. “Welcome to your sweet spot.”

“Do it again,” Pel commanded.

Laughing, Tor obliged, feeling his own cock respond every time Pel jerked and moaned. Tor had always liked bringing people pleasure—at least once he’d gotten over himself as a novice—but he couldn’t remember ever wanting it like he wanted this. Tor would happily make the other man come on his fingers without any stimulation for Tor for the sheer joy of it.

After a few more restless moments with his cock leaking profusely between them, Pel demanded, “Fill me up.”

“Maybe I’m enjoying this part,” Tor said teasingly, solely because he was an ass.

Pel raised an eyebrow. “What if I’m left thinking that I’m actually better at the next part than you are? Won’t your pride be sorely wounded?”

Tor snorted with laughter and leaned in for a kiss. “I would never complain about that, as I’d be getting all the benefits. But I suppose I can show you what I’m capable of.”

Pel grinned at him. “Oh, yeah?”

Tor guided one of Pel’s legs over Tor’s shoulders.

Pel blinked at him. “What? Really?”

“You’re flexible,” Tor told him, unable to stop the silly grin on his face. “And it’ll let me get really deep. If you don’t like it, we can change positions.”

“I like it already,” Pel told him. “It’s ridiculous, like you.”