Perian could only nod, touched. He’d been expecting more jokes.
Then Molun’s lips tipped up. Ah, here it was.
“Any time you would like to make a repeat performance, you will definitely not hear us complaining.”
“But don’t feel it’s something you need to do,” Arvus continued with a gentle smile. “If this was the only time you felt like it, it was our privilege to watch. All right?”
Perian nodded, soothed by both messages.
Molun wet several handkerchiefs—always so handy having a Water Mage nearby when it came to clean-up—and he and Arvus cleaned up and tucked themselves away and then brought over a cloth for Perian. Brannal cleaned Perian up, which was amazing, because he still felt like he might never move again.
“All right?” Brannal asked quietly as he was making Perian presentable.
“So all right,” Perian confirmed with deep contentment.
He definitely felt a bit sex drunk, like his bones had turned to jelly and he would never walk again. How could he feel both so full of energy but so relaxed at the same time? It didn’t make sense, but it felt great.
Molun yawned, and Arvus and Brannal did the same. Perian was pretty sure he was already past the yawning stage and practically sleeping.
“On that note,” Brannal said with a smile, “I think we’d better find our bed.”
Perian thought about the effort it was going to take to rise—and then found it was unnecessary because Brannal had risen to his feet and simply switched his hold on Perian so he was being carried. Mm, all those muscles. Perian was a very lucky man. He twined his arms around Brannal’s neck.
“This all right?” Brannal asked.
Perian smiled up at him. It was the first time he’d looked the man in the face since this had started, and he grinned at him with what he was pretty sure was a too-dopey, entirely-besotted smile, but he couldn’t help it.
“You’re wonderful.”
Brannal’s face creased into a warm smile, and he pressed a gentle kiss to Perian’s lips.
“So are you. Goodnight,” Brannal told Molun and Arvus, and Perian remembered to politely echo this.
“’Night,” Molun said.
“Sleep well,” Arvustold them.
“Oh, I will,” Perian told them, voice full of satisfaction.
They all laughed, and then Brannal was carrying Perian back to their room, somehow getting the door opened without even jostling Perian—seriously, did his muscles have muscles?—and carrying Perian straight to bed and laying him down in it.
Perian just lay there and let Brannal pull off his boots and then his trousers. Brannal carefully tucked him under the covers, disappeared and then reappeared a few minutes later, having apparently cleaned himself up and changed into sleep trousers. Brannal climbed into bed and then immediately pulled Perian into his arms, making him sigh in utter contentment.
Brannal kissed the side of his head again.
“Good night, Perian.”
“’Night, Brannal.”
Had he been awake enough to keep talking, he might have made an unwise declaration. Perhaps fortunately, Perian was warm and content, curled up against his favorite person after one of the best orgasms of his life, and sleep immediately grasped him and pulled him under.
Perian wasn’t totally sure what to expect the next time he saw Molun and Arvus. He hoped it wouldn’t change anything, but he couldn’t besureuntil he actually saw them.
“Are you all right?” Brannal asked at breakfast.
“I’m fine,” Perian said, then thought of Renny and her assertion of how absurd adults were when they said one thing and meant another. He sighed. “All right, maybe a little less than fine. I guess I’m a little worried about whether or not things are going to change with Molun and Arvus now.”
“Do you regret it?” Brannal asked quietly, looking unhappy. “I really thought you would enjoy it. I didn’t meanto—”
