Page 54 of Immortal Sentry

“Out of guilt, I suspect. Perhaps I can return one day if the curse is broken.” Kerric turned away, but not before Eron noticed the sorrow in his eyes.

The room was sparsely furnished but free of dust, with a small table, two chairs near the hearth, and a wooden bench on the other side. A rocking chair sat off to the side. Kerric’s mother’s? If everything had been sitting idle during Kerric’s curse, maybe Miisov had cast a preservation spell.

Eron asked, “Won’t people wonder who’s here?”

Kerric scowled, stroking his chin. “Doubtful. They probably think it’s Miisov if they notice anything at all. He spreads rumorsthat the keep is haunted, so no one comes here.” He lit a candle and took Eron’s hand, leading him through a doorway at the back of the room. A wicked smile replaced the melancholy that passed over Kerric’s face.

That smile sent thoughts through Eron’s mind again of being laid out on his bed, Kerric thrusting into him.

The second room was smaller than the first. It contained a bed large enough for two people who didn’t mind getting close, a wooden chair, a washbasin and stand, a small table by the bed, and a clothes rack. A trunk sat at the foot of the bed.

All Eron needed was the bed.

Kerric placed the candle in a holder by the bed and approached Eron slowly, lips forming a graceful, upward curl. He took Eron’s face between his hands, leaning in to kiss him, then he gripped Eron’s lower lip in his teeth and tugged gently.

Eron moaned. He wasn’t somewhere that someone might burst in at any moment. He was in Kerric’s old home. The home Kerric likely missed when he stood his lonely vigil.

Kerric tipped his head a bit to the left, deepening a hungry kiss.

Eron pulled back and grabbed at Kerric’s tunic, ordering, “Off!”

Kerric stepped away, smiling more fully now. “Yes, Your Highness.”

Eron opened his mouth to protest the “Your Highness,” but Kerric whipped his tunic over his head, baring a muscular chest covered in coarse silvery hair. An occasional scar marked the landscape but didn’t detract from Kerric’s beauty. Eron lost the ability to speak. He stared instead. He’d imagined what Kerric’s body might look like, not giving the man nearly enough credit.

“By Avril, you’re beautiful.” Eron swore by the first deity to come to mind and closed the distance, attacking Kerric’s neck and shoulder with his mouth.

Kerric groaned, angling his head to direct Eron’s mouth to the perfect spots. Eron paid attention to what made Kerric moan, not to mention what caused the tent in Kerric’s breeches. How Eron wished he could undress without breaking contact. He tongued Kerric’s nipple, earning a gasp, then retreated.

He placed the mage light by the candle and removed his own tunic, showing a body finely honed by sword practice and climbing trees, walls, carriages, farm labor, or whatever else he might be called to do.

He stood back and watched as Kerric removed his boots, breeches, and small clothes, letting his hard cock spring free. What a gorgeous cock, long and thick, and…

Eron dropped to his knees, taking the head into his mouth. The musky scent and taste exploded in his senses, and he took Kerric deeper, burying his nose in the cushion of Kerric’s pubic hair.

“Oh!” Kerric exclaimed, clutching the back of Eron’s head, thigh muscles tense.

Eron released his mouthful to say, “You don’t have to be gentle.”

Kerric thrust into his mouth, thighs still trembling with the effort to hold back.

Oh, no. Not happening. Eron plunged downward, taking Kerric deep. Kerric groaned, holding still. Eron slowly eased back, lips tightly wrapped around Kerric’s shaft.

“As wonderful as that feels, I need you up here.” Kerric lifted Eron’s arms until he stood. Eron removed the rest of his clothes, palming the vial from his pocket and tossing it on the bed when Kerric glanced away.

At last, they stood before each other naked, Eron breathing hard as though he’d run on foot all the way from his rooms. Even the hair on Kerric’s arms, legs, and groin was silver. Old scarstold tales of his life, as some did on Eron’s, but they only added to the perfection that was Kerric.

They came together, mouth to mouth, body to body, Eron pushing his erection against Kerric’s answering hardness.

As one, they moved to the bed, the support ropes beneath the mattress squeaking in protest. Eron laid on his back, Kerric climbing over him, supporting his weight on his powerful arms and thrusting, sliding their cocks together.

Eron ran his hand between their bodies, grasping both their cocks in his firm grip. To the sound of grunts, groans, and squeaking bed ropes, Eron rutted into his hand, reveling in the slide of his cock against Kerric’s. He melded their mouths, capturing all of Kerric’s breathy noises.

He’d bedded many men in his life, but never before had one meant more than a fleeting amusement, inspiring Eron to seek another’s pleasure over his own. His toes curled, and he bucked into each thrust.

Kerric broke the kiss, keeping close enough to bathe Eron’s face with his warm breath. “You feel so good against me. I never want this to end.”

The words sent a spike of pure desire racing through Eron. He patted the bed and located the vial, which he offered to Kerric.

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