“I fear we may learn more of what my parents did when their purpose should have been to advise and assist their bemollos. I do not want it to ruin any kindness in your heart for me.”
“What did you tell Drekkoril? Heed your own words. It’s not his responsibility to tell you about those things, and it’s not yours to take on any kind of guilt. It wasn’t you. Nothing I learn about your family is going to change my feelings for you.”
“I have grown too fond of you in these many weeks,” Rorie whispered. “I understand in my head your fear, but my heart is not so understanding.”
“I can’t figure out the future,” Renny confessed. “But I trusted Fate to bring you to my side. I want a relationship with you, and I can’t pretend not to be frightened. Can you forgive me for that? For not jumping in with both feet, as I was taught? I know it’s wrong of me, but I don’t want to be hurt. At the same time, I already know that if we can’t figure out how to make us both happy, I have already lost the battle. I already care too much.”
“I have put my faith in Bétea. She gave me you, and she will not take you away.”
“I certainly hope not.”
To Renny’s surprise, Rorie loosened his vest and tossed it to the floor. “I wish to be closer to you in every way, my Ren. Will you explore the desire inside me that burns for you?”
Renny rose from the bed and gulped as his cock filled with blood, ready to tackle the fairy undressing slowly across the room. His shirt and vest were off, and he was unhooking the latches on his boots while Renny stood there motionless. Without experience and the limited access he had to Dra’Kaedan’s first forays into sex, Renny was terrified of being a poor lover. Rorie had pursued him aggressively from the start, and Renny had no idea what to do about it. There was flattery, but there was also a bone-deep desire to take him up on his offer.
Rorie shucked off his Faedrekanskin pants, and he strode over to Renny with his dick bouncing. Pressing his naked body to Renny, he wound his arms around his neck. When their eyes met, it was impossible to miss the lust in Rorie’s, and Renny was tired of fighting his. Reaching up, he grabbed a fistful of Rorie’s thick locks and tilted his head to the side to kiss him deeply. Renny was unsure how to handle being craved but was not interested in being passive in his desire.
His free hand squeezed Rorie’s firm ass, and the fairy let out a pleased squeak as he wriggled against Renny’s still-clothed frame. Kneading his cheek, Renny’s blood heated, and he was incapable of denying either of them this chance to finally come together. Not only did he like Rorie’s free spirit and energetic personality, the most terrifying part of not knowing how the future would unfold was the knowledge that Fate had given him a perfect match.
Caressing him in any way was like holding on to a live wire. Rorie would never be content to stand or sit still for long, and today was no exception. Renny groaned as their lengths bumped. A voice in his head begged him to throw Rorie to the mattress and sink in deep, but he wasn’t sure he had the stamina for that. Not after going for so many weeks denying them both of sex, but he vowed someday soon he would explore every inch of Rorie and make it last for hours.
“May I undress you?” Rorie asked, separating their mouths once again for oxygen.
“It depends.”
Rorie’s brow lifted, and he smiled. “On what exactly, my v’airsell nioll?”
“Is your plan to strip me quickly?”
“I have yet to see all of you, Ren. I would take my time.”
“Permission granted.”
His grin widened, and Rorie released him to take a step back. Renny sucked in a deep breath and concentrated on relaxing so that things wouldn’t end in seconds. “Will you sit on the bed and lift your arms?”
Renny did as requested and tried to look anywhere but at the hard cock rising from Rorie’s small thatch of whitish-blond hair. The nearly transparent shirt hit the floor, and Renny was taken aback again by how Rorie was beautiful from head to toe. Unless Renny closed his eyes, nothing was going to lessen his desire. His skin was flawless, and Renny loved the dark-blue scrollwork that flowed down his sides. Engrossed, he was unaware that he was tracing the swirls that danced across his hips until Rorie lowered to his knees to remove Renny’s boots.
“I like your feet.”
Renny laughed when Rorie threw his socks. “Feet aren’t pretty.”
“Yours are. All of you is pretty.”
“I was just thinking that about you.”
“I am not sure how best to remove your dragonskin pants.”
Standing up, Renny gestured toward the lacing in the front. “Untie them and push them to the floor. Do not touch my cock unnecessarily.”
“That is rather rude,” Rorie responded and purposefully brushed his knuckles over his hardness.
“If you do not behave, fairy, I will make you begin again.”
“You would put clothing on to punish me?”
“Yep.”
“I like this evil streak inside you.”
