“Knowing your boy as I know my own heart, he will join us shortly.” Orin sighed a little but was still smiling. “A conniving sort, your handsome suitor. But in a way that I support. Did you want to be dressed when he gets here?”
Tiiran pulled his attention from Orin to consider his naked body. Orin had cleaned him up, though Tiiran had no memory of it. There were goosebumps along his legs and one arm. He of course couldn’t see his behind or if his face was still wet with tears. He looked inquiringly back up at Orin.
“Not ready to decide anything yet?” Orin guessed with a nod. “That’s all right. You make enough decisions every day. A break is good for you.” Orin kissed his forehead and briefly nuzzled his hair. “You smell faintly of lemons today.”
“Lemon water.” Tiiran arched up to receive more nuzzling before he could worry over whether he should. “To help me get better. Nikoly’s doing.” He would probably make Tiiran drink more after crying so much.
Tiiran’s chest popped with light again.
Orin seemed to agree with this feeling. “Excellent. We should praise him together.”
Tiiran dipped his head in a nod, then spent some time staring at Orin’s chest while those words ran through his mind. Those, and ‘on his knees.’ “Orin,” he pronounced it slowly, “what did you two do?”
Neither of them had fully answered him. He hadn’t asserted his right to ask, Nikoly had said. But if he and Orin were courting, and he and Nikoly also were, then surely he could ask now.
“We talked.” Orin wouldn’t lie but Tiiran considered him carefully anyway. “He was trying to approve of me for you. Precious. As if I would been scared off by an earnest little cockwarmer like him.” Orin stopped, looked at Tiiran, saw his frown, then cleared his throat. “A devoted pup like him,” he corrected himself. “What scared me was thinking that he is near your age and far less troublesome of a partner than an outguard who doesn’t even have a home.” His smile there was sadder than Tiiran ever wanted to see from him. Then it brightened. “But I like him. You should have every treat the world has to offer. And what a treat he is.”
“You had him?” The question didn’t burn the way it had when Tiiran had thought it the other day. Orin was going to have Tiiran too, because he was Orin’s. Tiiran had said so and it felt good to think it. Tiiran asked now only because it should be clear. Subtlety didn’t work with him.
“No.” Orin shook his head. “I won’t deny it was in the air. But I didn’t think you’d like it if we did, and I believe his thoughts must have been similar. Although, that was before I’d fully realized you weren’t coming back. That hurt, Tiiran, but what it did to him? That was beneath you. All he wants is to please you. That is not something you can take lightly.” Orin paused as if weighing his thoughts and what he ought to say. “I make you feel better?” he asked, waiting for Tiiran to nod before he went on. “He hasn’t had that from you, or perhaps from anyone. Not for a long time, at least, if he ever had it. He was already tense and then you left him. So no, we didn’t fuck, but I did tell him he was good.” Orin leaned in to whisper over Tiiran’s ear. “I showered your boy in praise as you should have done, because he is starving. I will guide you if you wish, kitten, but you need to take care of him, and soon.”
Tiiran shivered violently, then shivered again. He shut his eyes. “He’s always perfect.”
“He likes to be challenged, I think.”
“To please me?” Tiiran nearly moaned it. Was this how Orin felt? “I touched the back of his neck. Petted it. Pettedhim.”
“On your own?” Orin’s approval was confusing. “Well done, kitten. Very good work. And a decent example of the differences between… ducklings.” He sighed regretfully at the word.
“Cockwarmers?” Tiiran suggested.
“Not everyone involved in these matters has a cock.” Orin resumed petting him. “Those inclined to submit themselves to people like me,” he went on, undoubtedly giving Tiiran a more polite version of whatever he usually called his lovers of this kind. “Some want restraint and some don’t. Freedom worries you. You like being held tightly, and will probably love being bound. I’ll tie you up and watch you melt for it.”
Tiiran raised his head.
Orin seemed to understand his confusion. “Imagine I’m holding you as tightly as you like me to, but all over.”
“Oh.” Tiiran shuddered with pleasure. “Oh.”
Orin patted his cheek. “Your skin has pebbled enough. Poor thing. I forgot you’re getting over the snuffles. Let’s get you dressed.”
He was so nice after being so mean. Tiiran sighed against him when Orin got him to stand up, then stepped clumsily into the pants Orin held out for him. Orin dressed Tiiran with more care than children showed their dolls, clucking his tongue over Tiiran’s robe.
When Tiiran was dressed except for his shoes, his robe, and the state of his unbound hair, Orin picked him back up and settled with him on the chair again. Tiiran gasped, then hissed as his backside came into contact with Orin’s thighs. Orin crooned into his hair but didn’t apologize.
He was going to do this to Tiiran again someday, and fuck Tiiran afterward. Leave marks for Nikoly to see.
“Did you bruise me?” Tiiran wondered absently, imagining black-and-blue impressions of Orin’s hands on him. He considered that too. “For Nikoly to see? You won’t fuck me now?”
“You’re bolder when your thoughts wander.” Orin slid a hand underneath Tiiran and squeezed. Tiiran’s pained gasp reached the ceiling. “That’s why. You aren’t used to that. And, not to offend you, kitten, but have you ever been fucked before?”
“I can learn,” Tiiran insisted stubbornly after several moments of silence. “Would you fuck him?”
He didn’t say who but Orin knew who Tiiran meant and squeezed Tiiran’s sore backside again.
“Orin!” Tiiran protested in a shrill voice, though why this pain should be different from the rest, he didn’t know. “I didn’t meaninstead ofme. Only if you will take himas well asme. Because you’d like to. And you can. Can’t you?” He turned his face toward Orin’s chest. “I can see it. The two of you.”
“We should discuss this when you’re fully armed again.” Orin massaged Tiiran’s tender places, which also hurt, but though Tiiran whimpered, he didn’t tell Orin to stop. It felt good in a way he couldn’t explain. Orin-good, he decided, then promptly lost the thought.
