Page 4 of The Prince's Sacrifice

“Instead, he stopped wanting to have fun and focused on being king instead,” Pel interpreted.

Tor let out another sigh. “Being king, being a husband, being a father.”

“All things that you couldn’t join him in,” Pel observed softly.

Tor didn’t say anything, so Pel reached out and twined their hands together.

“I’m glad you’re here.”

Tor squeezed his hand back and blew out a breath that didn’t sound altogether steady. “I’m glad I’m here, too.” And then he twisted so that he was facing Pel again, and the expression on his face was altogether a leer. He waggled his eyebrows. “I’mveryglad to be right here, right now.”

Pel could only laugh. Apparently, Tor had decided to change the topic.

“Oh, yes?” Pel said, affecting unconcern. “What is it about this particular location that you’re enjoying so much?”

Tor crawled on top of him again, sprawling over him and bringing their groins into alignment. He set up a slow roll of hiships that had Pel sucking in a breath and Tor grinning with a fierce light in his eyes.

“Not so much the location,” Tor told him. “More the person I’m with.”

Pel couldn’t help but feel a warm glow at these words. He knew Tor could be charming to all sorts of people in all sorts of ways, but when the man was looking at him like this, blue eyes so bright and intent, he was certain Tor meant it. They were already in bed, after all. Pel was a sure thing. Tor hadn’t just declared his interest, though; hekeptdeclaring it.

Pel leaned up, and Tor eliminated the distance between them so they could kiss—and then Pel flipped them so that he was on top, grinding down on Tor, who didn’t seem the slightest bit perturbed by this change.

“Are you going to have your wicked way with me?” he asked, sounding delighted.

Pel hummed a sound of agreement. “If you’re naked.”

Tor’s smile was dirty. “Be my guest.”

Pel eagerly pulled off Tor’s nightshirt, and then he set about to explore. He kissed the long column of Tor’s throat. He licked over his collar bones, tasting the warm salt of his skin, and made his way down his chest. He nipped and sucked at Tor’s nipples until they were small, aroused nubs, and Tor’s hips were thrusting up into Pel as he made wonderful needy sounds that Pel wanted to hear forever.

He kissed his way down to the taut stomach, which quivered as Pel pressed his lips to the firm skin there. He darted his tongue into the man’s belly button, then listened to increasingly ragged breathing as Pel moved lower down.

Since he’d learned a thing or two in the past two nights, he skipped the man’s groin and moved instead to his thigh, kissing and licking and biting the lightly haired skin there.

“You’re a tease,” Tor managed to get out, his voice noticeably strained.

Pel grinned against his skin and kept up his exploration, finding a small scar below his knee—he’d get the story later—making his way down to his foot, and discovering that when he kissed the arch, Tor giggled. That was quite possibly the best sound Pel had ever heard. He kissed each toe, then switched to the left foot and worked his way up that leg.

The tension in Tor’s body was magnificent, all that strength leashed as Tor let Pel do whatever he wanted. Briefly, he contemplated skipping the man’s cock again, but it was red and leaking, and Pel didn’t want to wait any longer. Tor let out the most perfect relieved sound when Pel wrapped his hand around it. Pel might not know everything there was to know about sex, but Tor’s advice about paying attention to body language and seeing what felt good with your partner was playing out before him right now.

He ran his thumb over the head of Tor’s cock, and Tor sucked in a sharp breath. Pel smeared the clear fluid around with his thumb, enjoying the lovely sounds Tor made as he stroked his shaft. With his other hand, Pel stroked the soft skin of his balls, which earned him another gasp, Tor arching into the motion. Pel sped up his strokes, watching with avid eyes as Tor’s chest heaved, his gaze going heavy-lidded. It wasn’t very long until Tor’s hips snapped up, his orgasm taking Pel by surprise, his release coating their skin.

“Sorry,” Tor gasped out. “I usually have better manners than that.”

“I’m not complaining,” Pel said with a grin.

It was, in fact, quite nice to know that he was able to affect Tor this much.

“Your turn?” Tor suggested.

Pel sincerely hoped so.

Tor flipped them over and then slithered down Pel’s body to suck his cock down his throat. Pel tried to pay more attention to the mechanics than the feelings, with the goal of replicating it himself one day, but that proved impossible. The warmth, wetness, and suction were incredible, and the sight of Tor’s beautiful mouth wrapped around Pel’s cock… Well, it drove every other thought out of Pel’s head, sent him chasing the growing pleasure until Tor was swallowing down his release, leaving Pel a limp mess, his body wrung out and gloriously sated.

Pel wanted to do that as often as possible. He wanted to do more. He wanted… well, he wanted something he was pretty sure he couldn’t have. Because as much as they’d agreed to be together, agreed that they wantedmore, Tor was only here because he’d effectively run away from Alossa and the High Court. He was going to have to leave, and when he did, he’d take his wonderful mouth and all his other wonderful parts away… and Pel would be left here in Tond, alone once more.

It felt suddenly like they’d wasted so much time, and a surge of annoyance at himself boiled through Pel. Only he couldn’t imagine starting anything with Tor before he’d really got to know him. He wished fruitlessly that they could have those weeks back anyway, because there was so much he still wanted to do with Tor.