Page 23 of The Lost Art of Seducing a Mage Warrior

Perian had been envisioning one of those communal meals with the Warriors that Brannal had mentioned earlier, but this sounded a great deal more pleasant, especially as there was a decent chance that they would get to kill two birds with one stone.

“Think you can make your way back to my rooms if I stop by the kitchen?” Brannal asked.

Perian narrowed his eyes at him. “Are you quizzing me?”

“Are you saying you’re not capable of learning directions?”

Perian narrowed his eyes further. “And when I’m waiting for you in your rooms when you get there, what do I get?”

Brannal’s eyes grew darker. “Whatever you want.”

Perian bolted, laughing uproariously as Brannal called him a cheater and rushed in the other direction.

“Should have set more parameters!” Perian yelled over his shoulder before concentrating on getting out of the public wing and back into the Mage Warrior wing and finding the right floor. Perian was actually pretty good with directions when he was paying attention, but his concentration today had strayed somewhat, most of his focus on the man who was giving the directions. But he’d been fascinated by the set-up of the whole castle, and he had wanted to be able to find his way around, and he was pretty sure that was the—

Yes! He darted down the corridor and dashed into what did indeed prove to be Brannal’s rooms. His chest was heaving from the run, so after a moment’s consideration, Perian tugged off his coat, unbuttoned his vest, and then yanked off his shirt. He arranged himself artfully on one of the comfy chairs by the fireplace, where a small fire was lit.

It couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes later that Brannal arrived, his eyes raking over Perian’s exposed torso with every evidence of enjoyment.

“Told you I’d be here,” Perian said triumphantly.

Brannal raised an eyebrow. “Whatever made you think I was trying to beat you? I have no objection to your prize.”

Perian couldn’t decide if this annoyed him or not—he didn’t want the man tolethim win, generally, but he was pretty sure they were both winning here.

“Let’s have an appetizer,” Perian said, pushing himself away from the chair and strolling to the bedroom, trusting that Brannal would follow.

He did, both of them shedding clothing as they went, though of course, Perian was sprawled on the bed, completely naked and stroking his hardening cock while Brannal was still in the midst of divesting himself of all his clothes and weaponry.

“I guess getting undressed in a hurry just isn’t an option for you?” Perian said.

Brannal’s eyes were trained rather lower than Perian’s face.

“Impatient?” he asked.

But he licked his lips as he watched Perian pump his cock, so Perian didn’t really think he had a leg to stand on. He sped up his motion.

“So impatient,” he agreed sweetly, adding in a little twist at the end, and Brannal sucked in a sharp breath.

Rather quickly after that, Brannal was finally naked, cock standing very much at attention as he took several long strides to join Perian on the bed, crawling on top of him and kissing him hungrily.

Perian loved all the skin-on-skin contact. That tended to be missing in a quick encounter at the pub. Occasionally, Perian had gone home with someone or brought someone back to where he was staying, but it was for a maximum of one night only, and it wasn’t the same. He liked all sorts of sex, really, but he couldn’t remember an experience as fulfilling as these ones with Brannal. The connection just seemed so muchmore.

Perian didn’t remember there being quite so many pleasant tingles in his other liaisons, either, but perhaps it was true that the one you were having was the one that seemed the most memorable. Or maybe Brannal was just that much better than anyone else Perian had ever had sex with. Perian didn’t think it was because he was a Mage Warrior exactly, but that wasn’t to say that his confidence and position in the world didn’t give him an assurance and authority that Perian was very much enjoying right now.

Plus, the man was a first-rate kisser, that was for certain. He also had an absolutely gorgeous cock, and Perian liked looking at it, liked it pressing against him, liked wrapping his fingers and mouth around it—and he couldn’t wait to have it inside him. But he had said that this would just be an appetizer, so he probably shouldn’t get ahead of himself.

Brannal had said that he could have anything he wanted, and he was curious to know how far that extended.

“I’d love to feel your mouth on me,” Perian managed to get out in between kisses.

Brannal pulled back a little, looking at Perian with those dark, lust-filled eyes. For a moment, Perian thought that Brannal’s definition of “anything” was going to have some very finite limitations. And then the man slid down Perian’s body and took his cock in his mouth, sucking on the head.

Perian let out a groan of sound and came really close to just shoving his cock down the other man’s throat. He barely managed to keep his hips from bucking, but he liked to think he had more manners than that. He wanted to gently test Brannal’s limits, not piss him off so that he decided he didn’t want to play with Perian anymore.

The suction of Brannal’s mouth was fantastic, warm and wet and connected to a man that Perian had thought might not be interested in doing this. If Perian were being completely honest, it was not the most talented blow job he’d ever received, but it was entirely enthusiastic, and that meant a lot.

Perian got his hands into Brannal’s hair, tugging out the tie, loving the way the silken strands rubbed against his fingers, the different texture of the three braids and beads. He was careful not to tug too hard, gently guiding and carefully rocking into the other man’s mouth, prolonging the sensations, the heat that curled through his whole body.

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