Page 11 of The Lost Art of Seducing a Mage Warrior

Grinning at him, Perian skimmed his hands up the inside of his legs, still encased in those trousers. “Good answer. And I’d very much like to.”

Perian had been under the impression that he wasn’t going to get to touch the man’s cock ever again, which was a shame given how beautiful it was. Perian very much enjoyed the sounds Brannal made when Perian touched it.

Not wanting to waste any more time, he undid Brannal’s trousers, fished out his cock, and swallowed it down, loving the punched-out sound Brannal made, the curse that fell from his lips, the hands that came to curl in Perian’s hair and tell their own story about how much Brannal was enjoying this. Perian sucked hard and fast until Brannal was coming down Perian’s throat again, the perfect rush.

Brannal helped Perian get up into the bed with him, and then he unfastened Perian’s trousers and pulled out his cock. His other hand teased Perian’s balls, making Perian groan and try to buck. Brannal moved his hand to Perian’s hip to casually hold him down. With a light touch, he traced the vein on the underside of Perian’s cock, circled the head, and stroked the slit.

“Please,” Perian gasped out.

Brannal’s touch grew firmer, his hand stroking up and down Perian’s cock in strong, sure movements, and it was an embarrassingly short amount of time before Perian’s orgasm burst out of him, pleasure flooding through him.

“C’mere,” Brannal murmured, pulling him closer and kissing him like he was trying to lick every trace of himself out of Perian’s mouth. Perian groaned, clutching at him and hoping this was a chance to redo their first encounter.

Eventually, the kissing subsided, and Perian dozed, cuddled in Brannal’s arms. When Perian woke, Brannal was still there, which was a definite improvement over this morning.

“So,” Brannal said, when he realized Perian was awake, “I have a proposition for you.”

“Do you?” Perian asked, rolling against him.

Brannal stopped his hips, but he was smiling. “Notthatkind of proposition.” Then he amended, “Notonlythat kind of proposition.”

Perian couldn’t help but grin. “Whatareyou proposing?”

“First, uh, am I interrupting why you’re here in the city?”

Perian shook his head. “No, nothing like that. It’s a visit of leisure.”

It was hard to have plans when you didn’t really know why you’d come, you’d just felt that you needed to. Perian was fortunate that his father had left him with more than enough money to support himself.

“How long are you here?” Brannal asked.

Perian shrugged. “As long as I feel like it. I didn’t have any set plans.”

He usually stayed until he felt the desperate urge to behomeagain, even if it had never felt the same since he’d lost his father.

Brannal nodded. “Right. Then I am definitely proposing that you come stay with me. That you be my guest. Properly. Give us a chance to enjoy what’s between us.”

Perian sucked in a breath. It was exactly what he’d been hoping for this morning. It was hardly a request to become a long-term lover, but it was a far cry from a single occasion in or near a pub. In fact, given everything that had been going on, it was better than any offer that Perian could possibly have expected.

“Are you sure it would be all right?” he asked.

“Yes, Mage Warriors are permitted to have guests,” Brannal explained. “There are… overnight guests with some frequency, but it’s also not unusual for family or friends to visit for longer given how tied Mage Warriors are to their duties.”

Well, that made sense, Perian supposed. Training to fight demons, actually fighting demons, and protecting the royal family and the general population probably didn’t come with a lot of time for holidays. Perian’s life could not be more different.

He kind of liked the suggestion that was in the same category asfamily and friends.But the fact remained that it was probably presumptuous to act like he belonged there.

“What’s the fee to stay?” Perian asked.

Brannal looked immediately offended. “There isn’t a cost!”

“It’s just, I’m being housed and fed, and I would have paid to stay here at the inn,” Perian pointed out.

The expression on Brannal’s face could probably best be described as mulish. “You’re myguest.”

Well, that seemed pretty clear. Still, Perian couldn’t help but question, “It’s not going to get you in trouble? Me visiting in particular, I mean?”

Brannal laughed. “Who do you imagine would question me about it?”

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