“But maybe he’s onlymostlyawful. If he protects you, he can’t be all bad.”
Brannal slung an arm over his shoulder, tugging him close, and they walked back to Brannal’s rooms in perfect harmony.
Chapter Fifteen
Once they got into the rooms, they were in perfect harmony there, too. They shed clothes all the way to the bedroom, and Perian was pretty sure there were now daggers on every surface.
“You sure you’re not too tired?” Perian teased. “Did you have a long day? Do you need to sleep?”
Brannal scooped Perian up like he weighed nothing, sending a thrill through him.
“I definitely need to do something in bed,” Brannal told him. “I’m sure about that.”
“Oh, yeah?” Perian asked. “Whatever could that be?”
Brannal tossed him, and Perian hit the bed with a bounce. He hadn’t expected that at all, but it made him giggle—and it made the arousal burn hotter. Oh, the strength of this man.
“Let me see,” Brannal said, tapping his finger against his face like he was really pondering this. “I think I need to do something that’s on its hands and knees facing away from me.”
Perian’s breath caught in his throat, and he scrambled to obey.
“Like this?” he asked.
“Hmm.” There was a warm hum of noise like Brannal wasstillconsidering, wasinspecting.
Perian felt a full-body shiver race across his skin.
“Head down, I think,” Brannal mused. “Ass up in the air, knees spread as wide as they can go.”
Perian let out a whine of sound as he pressed his face to the covers and tried to widen his knees just that little bit more.
“Oh, yes, that’s quite nice.”
The sound of Brannal’s voice was closer now, and Perian struggled to control his breathing, excitement tingling all through him.
Another hum of sound. “This is quite a pretty view.”
A moment later, Perian felt the ghost of breath across his balls. He made another needy sound, not managing any words. Brannal hadn’t eventouchedhim, and he was already this desperate. He was pretty sure that was a record.
It started with one finger, tracing a path down Perian’s crack, across his hole but not lingering there, then two fingers ghosting along his balls until they reached his cock, and then they delicately stroked the taut skin, not hard enough to properly stimulate, just tease.
Perian squirmed, and Brannal gave him a gentle swat on the ass.
“Uh uh uh. All on display for me, aren’t you?”
Perian made some affirmative noises that were totally desperate.
“Don’t move,” Brannal instructed, and he proceeded to use his mouth to map the same path that his fingers had taken.
Perian had to dig into the cover with his fingers, clenching at the cloth and trying to lock all of his muscles so he didn’t shove his ass into Brannal’s face. Instead, he made a lot of sounds of want and need and desire as Brannal used his fingers and tongue andteethto tease Perian to the point of utter desperation, the need encompassing every part of him, heating his skin and leaving it slick with sweat.
And then Brannal was finally sinking inside him, and Perian was crying out, pushing back, trying to take him faster because that was what he needed more than anything in the world—
He became aware that Brannal was petting his shoulders and his hair, was pressing kisses to his skin and saying, “Shh, shh, it’s allright.”
He was buried to the hilt inside of Perian, all heat and fullness, and Perian loved it. He couldn’t feel empty or alone when he was connected like this, and that connection was what he craved.
Brannal began to move with agonizing slowness, not enough to get either of them off, just enough to ramp the tension up bit by bit, so gradually that it was almost unnoticeable at first, only it built and built until Perian was writhing in the sheets, fingers grasping desperately, begging again, because he needed Brannal to make him come, he needed the man to come inside him more than he needed anything else.
