Page 17 of The Prince's Sacrifice

Tor laughed and guided himself inside Pel in tiny increments, paying strict attention to his every reaction, never letting himself forget this was Pel’s first time experiencing this. Pel watched him with huge eyes and something that looked like wonder on his face.

“Feel all right?” Tor asked once he was fully seated.

It was embarrassing how delighted he was thinking that he was the only person who’d ever done this, that no one had ever been inside Pel as Tor was right now.

Pel considered the question. “It’s actually pretty weird—but nice to be filled with you at the same time.”

Tor felt the same way. He gave Pel a few moments to get used to the feeling of fullness, and then he pulled carefully out. Pel didn’t look away from him, and Tor felt like he was ensnared in that bright gaze.

Tor varied his thrusts, adjusting his hips until he hit Pel’s sweet spot. Pel’s eyes fluttered closed, an expression of ecstasy flickering across his face.

Yes, that was exactly what Tor wanted.

He repeated the motion again and again, until Pel was shaking and moaning, his cock leaking between them—and then Tor eased back just enough to be sure that Pel wouldn’t come. He kept his movements slow, enough to tease but not properly stimulate, slowly building up—and then pausing. Again.

Pel was panting and watching him with a mixture of pleasure and frustration.

“You’re the most incredible tease.”

“I know,” Tor responded happily, feeling joy and pleasure flowing through him in equal measure. “I like to show off. Or hadn’t you noticed yet?”

“But are you capable of the follow through?” Pel demanded. “At this point, I can’t tell. I’m going to need a practical demonstration.”

Tor laughed, punching another moan out of both of them, and then he obediently sped his movements up. This time, he hammered that sweet spot as often as he could, watching Pel’s expressions avidly until ecstasy washed over his face as his cock spurted between them.

Only then did Tor concentrate on his own burning need, no more than a handful of thrusts required before he was spilling inside Pel, grateful for years of practice keeping his magicback in moments like this, because he’d never wanted to shareeverythingwith someone as much as he did right now.

Breathing beginning to slow down, he stayed cradled in Pel for a moment, still enjoying his blissed-out look. Then he carefully eased the other man’s leg off of his shoulder before pulling carefully out, catching Pel’s faint discomfort.

Tor leaned in to kiss him. “All right?”

“Yeah,” Pel said, smiling at him softly. “So worth it.”

He said nothing more for the several minutes that it took Tor to clean them up, but it was a very satisfied-sounding silence.

Once they were curled up again, Pel said, “It’s nice to have felt it both ways.”

“Do you have a preference?” Tor asked curiously.

“Well, I mean, you’rereallygood at this,” Pel said with feeling.

Tor preened. “Thank you.”

“I think I might like both sometimes. Is that all right?”

“Of course.”

Pel turned his head a little to look at Tor more fully.

“Are you just saying that?”

“Why would you think that?”

Blowing out a breath, Pel seemed to take a minute to find words. “You’re very accommodating.”

“And is that a bad thing?” Tor asked.

He wouldn’t have thought so, but the words hadn’t sounded particularly complimentary.