Brannal raised an eyebrow at Perian, and it was Perian who leaned in this time, kissing Brannal with something that went a bit beyond sweet and strayed all the way tohungry.
Molun sighed. “So pretty.”
Arvus’s voice rumbled, lower than normal. “They really are.”
Brannal moved his mouth along Perian’s jaw and up to his ear, nipping at it before whispering, “Would you like to give them a show?”
They’d talked about this in general terms before, but Perian hadn’t been sure it would actually happen. He’d always assumed Brannal might be the less interested of the two of them, but given he was the one who’d proposed it?
“Yes, please,” Perian whispered back.
“Why don’t you come sit in my lap,” Brannal suggested more audibly. “Back to me so that these two can see how pretty you are when you come.”
“Yes!” Molun exclaimed like he’d won a prize.
“Can we move this somewhere where we can see better?” Arvus asked, ever practical.
Perian hadn’t thought about that, but it was true the table would hide a lot of what was going on. Excitement was running thick in Perian’s veins at the idea of giving a full show. He already felt like he could sense the arousal coming from Molun, Arvus, and Brannal, and Perian wanted to make sure everyone was fully satisfied.
They rearranged themselves, shifting the chairs so the table was no longer in the way. Molun and Arvus stayed across from them with a full view of where Brannal was seated. Perian climbed onto Brannal’s lap. It was awkward for a moment, the awareness that two people were watching, and did Perian need to be thinking about exactly how he was positioned?
But when he settled properly, he could feel the thick bulge of Brannal’s erection snug against his ass. He melted against the man, head lolling back against Brannal’s shoulder, and sighed with pleasure, which was echoed by the two men watching.
Perian was suddenly sure this was going to be all right. Molun and Arvus seemed to be enjoying watchingPerianenjoy himself, so he just let himself feel.
Brannal’s hands began to run up and down the tops of his thighs. Seriously, it was just his hands, and Perian was still wearing trousers, but the drag of Brannal’s fingers, the pressure against his skin, the slight rub of thefabric…
Brannal was adept at teasing him. Perian should not be surprised.
Brannal pressed a kiss to the side of Perian’s head, his hands bypassing the fastening of Perian’s trousers to instead undo the buttons of his vest one by one. Then he tugged the shirt out from Perian’s waistband. Strong, callused fingers found the bare skin of his torso, and Perian sucked in a breath. Brannal’s fingers brushed across his skin, definitely meant to be a tease, rising higher and higher until he was brushing across Perian’s nipples, arousing them into taut nubs.
Brannal pinched Perian’s right nipple, making him jerk, body arching off of Brannal’s for a moment, and Arvus made a low sound of pleasure. The arousal in the air was intoxicating.
Leaning closer to Perian’s ear again, Brannal plucked at his shirt and said, “I think this is in the way. What do you think?”
Perian nodded fervently, and Brannal tugged off his vest and then slowly pulled his shirt up, dragging the fabric over his sensitized skin, takingwaylonger than he needed to, making Perian whimper because it felt so good, but he wantedmore.
Finally, Perian’s shirt was discarded on the floor. Perian leaned back against Brannal, thrilling to the feel of Brannal’s fully-clothed body against him. He loved skin on skin, but being on display like this while everyone else was clothed was heady.
Brannal ran his hands along Perian’s now-exposed chest, touch firmer this time but no less arousing, stroking every inch of his heated flesh, as if he’d heard Perian’s thought about how much he liked skin-on-skin. He pressed a kiss to Perian’s shoulder, the side of his neck, his ear. Perian squirmed against him.
Perian could hear the rumble of Brannal’s laugh through his chest.
“Something you want?” Brannal asked, voice warm and low.
“I want you to touch me,” Perian told him breathily.
The fingers dragged down Perian’s side, a hint of nails, and Perian swallowed heavily.
“Iamtouching you.” A pause, and the fingers stopped. “Do you not like thesetouches?”
Perian managed a scoff, but it was a bit weak. “You are such a tease.”
Those smiling lips pressed against his neck again. The soft touches resumed.
“But Iamtouching you,” Brannal pointed out again. “You’re going to have to be more specific if you want something else.”
Well, two could play at this game.
