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"I want you to," I answered.

Ceridor kept his hands on my thighs and held still, as if he were fearful that he would scare me off, though that didn't make any sense. My heart pounded, sure, but I wanted to be there more than anything in the world.

Gently, with both hands, I touched his hair and the side of his face. Ceridor's eyes fell shut, his dark eyelashes fanned out and dazzling. He leaned his head to the side a bit, cradling his cheek in my palm.

It was more intimate than anything I had ever experienced with another man. My nerves were set alight and in awe I reveled at the softness of his hair and how the lamplight glinted off the brown strands, giving them a golden sheen. Casting my fingertips oh so slowly through his hair, a smile tugged at my lips when he sighed. His soft waves contrasted with the coarseness of his short-cropped facial hair scraping against my other palm, and my brain was dazzled by so many sensations it filled me with delight.

Ceridor kept his eyes shut as he continued to relish in my admiration and gentle petting.

"I'd always thought girls were cute," I mused, "but I never understood why the other boysonlytalked about the girls."

"And not about the boys, too?" he clarified.

"Yes," I whispered, my secret stepping bravely into the room; before tonight at dinner, I'd only ever told my mother and sister.

Ceridor's eyes opened, but stayed half-lidded, like he was snuggled into bed and just coming awake after a good sleep. "That is more common than you think, and I feel the same way. Women are beautiful, and men can be amazing in their own way."

I brightened at that, and his smile grew wider and a bit mischievous.

I could pet him all evening, but what he said next froze me. "How about I drink you up, so you can sleep?"

Did that mean what I thought it did?

"Yes," I breathed.

Chapter Six

Johann

I shifted my weight back to give him space, fanning my knees wide to let him come closer.

"Is this okay?" I asked, panting. "When I became a man, I realized that my feelings for you had changed. I adored you as a child, but growing up, I found I wanted to be with you as a man, if you want that also. I wasn't sure I'd ever see you again, but I dreamed about you, more than a little bit."

Okay, maybe a lot.

Ceridor locked gazes with me for a long moment. "I've watched you over the years, Johann. I was in disguise, but I watched you grow up, visiting at least a few times each year. I did it to assuage my worries and confirm that you and Effie were still safe after your mother's passing, and to bring news to Magnus that you were healthy and thriving. That said, you've become a very strong and handsome man. If you desire me, then you can have me."

That brought me up short. His offer thrilled me, and yet worried me at the same time. I didn't want to think about whether he handed himself over to others, though surely he did. Ceridor was so handsome, he likely had no shortage of lovers.

"I desire you," I confirmed.

His smirk was full of mischief. "Good."

Ceridor undid my belt and I raised my hips to let him slide my trousers down and off. To my surprise he did not also divulge me of my underpants, but instead reached into the flap and pulled my cock and balls through. My dick was already leaking, my foreskin pulling back of its own accord. I'd been aching most of the evening; sitting next to him at dinner had been a slow torment of teasing.

Ceridor nuzzled my stiff cock with his cheek, those beautiful eyes falling closed as he breathed in my musk. "Are you a virgin, Johann?"

This was Ceridor, formerly Christian. I knew I was safe with him. "Yes."

"With both women and men?"

"Ja," I confirmed.

He stopped what he was doing and looked at up me. It took all my willpower to not beg him to resume.

"Are you alright that I be your first time?"

"Of course," I said. "I know you, and you me. I've crushed on you and dreamed about you for years. You're kind, and mature…and gorgeous."

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