Page 15 of The Lost Art of Seducing a Mage Warrior

“Is that a hint?”

Brannal started to sit up, and Perian laughed harder while grabbing onto him. “It absolutely is not.”

Brannal pushed himself all the way to a seated position. “I shouldn’t actually spend all day in bed.”

Perian couldn’t think of anywhere that he would rather be, but theyhadjust made a mess of their clothing, and they’d now tumbled into bed three times just today.

“You probably have things that you need to be doing,” Perian agreed.

Just because Perian was here with nothing to do didn’t mean that a Mage Warrior didn’t have plenty to occupy him.

Brannal leered at him. “Only you.”

Perian shouted with laughter and successfully tackled the man back onto the bed, where they rolled around some more, just kissing and touching because Brannal wasn’t ready to go again yet. Perian had always enjoyed every aspect of intimacy, but there was something about kissing Brannal that was distinctly better than kissing anyone else. Brannal kissed with his whole being, like it was an end unto itself. Perian liked that very much. Brannal was spoiling him.

But at least Perian would have good memories to take home with him. That had to be worth some future loneliness, right?

Brannal groaned and sat up once more. “The problem with coming in your trousers is that you then have to deal with the discomfort. Come on, let’s get cleaned up.”

In short order, they were relatively clean again, Perian borrowing another pair of Brannal’s trousers since his hadn’t arrived yet.

When Brannal was fully dressed once more, all weapons back where they belonged, Perian couldn’t help but grin at him.

“What?” Brannal asked.

Perian shook his head. Brannal took a step closer.

“I can make you talk.”

Perian’s grin grew wider. “Oh, can you?”

Brannal tugged him into his arms, pulling an entirely unresisting Perian tight up against all that leather. He could feel the sword digging into his hip—the actual sword!—but he was much more interested in the hard muscles, and he hummed a happy noise as he rubbed against the other man.

“Just really enjoying how strong a Mage Warrior you are. And I like the leather.”

Brannal’s face creased into a smile. “Oh, is my outfit arousing you?”

Perian gestured up and down. “All of you. All of you is arousing me.”

Brannal pressed what started as a soft kiss to Perian’s lips, but it soon turned a bit dirty, and the grinding was just starting to show real promise when Brannal tore himself away.

“Fire and water, you are temptation itself.”

Perian was back to grinning again, not the least bit repentant.

“I thought I could show you around the castle, help you familiarize yourself.”

Perian nodded. “I’d like that.”

His body might still want to be stretched out under the other man in bed, but the fact that Brannal wanted Perian to be comfortable and was willing to give him a tour himself soothed another part of him.

They straightened the clothing they’d disarranged, tidied and retied their hair, and then headed out into the corridor. Perian realized he’d tensed, half-expecting another gauntlet, but there was no one else there.

“Do you mind that everyone knows?” Perian asked as they set off.

They were headed in the direction that Cormal had come from this morning, and Perian hoped that wasn’t an indication of what was to come.

“Knows what?” Brannal asked.

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