Page 24 of The Lost Art of Seducing a Mage Warrior

He remembered to utter a warning when he was going to come, pulling back enough that while Brannal chose not to pull off completely, he didn’t choke as Perian thrust forward, come spurting, hips flexing as his muscles contracted and then relaxed.

“Mm,” Perian murmured as he lay back on the bed. “That was lovely.”

Brannal crawled back up the bed and kissed Perian. Perian licked into Brannal’s mouth, tasting himself. Brannal let out a happy grumble of sound and rocked against Perian’s thigh. Perian wrapped his arms around the other man as he continued to kiss him, fingers digging into his ass as he encouraged him to keep rocking, speeding up the rhythm. It wasn’t long at all before Brannal was stiffening and coming over Perian’s skin. Perian’s cock twitched with interest, and he basked in the glow of arousal, happily sated.

Brannal tilted to the side so that he was lying next to Perian instead of on top of him, though Perian wouldn’t have objected to that, either.

After a moment of getting their breath back, Brannal said with a trace of uncertainty, “I realize I don’t possess your skills…”

“I don’t have any complaints,” Perian answered hurriedly. Then with a grin, he added, “And I have no objection to being your test subject should you decide that you want to acquire more expertise.”

Brannal laughed. “Purely for my benefit, is it?”

“Naturally.”

Brannal’s stomach grumbled audibly. Perian reached out and patted it.

“Sounds like you worked up an appetite.”

Brannal grinned. “Indeed, I did. Let’s clean up and see what’s for dinner.”

They wiped themselves clean in the water closet, pulled on loose sleep trousers, and found that the table had been set, oil lamps lit, fire stoked, and food left in the sitting room. Perian briefly wondered if whoever had done so had heard them. Well, he didn’t mind, and he just hoped they hadn’t been bothered.

He and Brannal settled at the table and were soon making good headway into their meal. It was his first meal at the castle as a non-invalid.

“This is delicious,” Perian said. “Much nicer than anything the inn prepares.”

Brannal smiled. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”

“The company doesn’t hurt,” Perian admitted.

Brannal’s smile deepened. “Agreed. Especially when he’s conscious.”

Perian rolled his eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry, was my company inferior while I was convalescing?”

“Pretty mediocre, really,” Brannal teased.

“Ass.”

This just made Brannal smile more, and Perian couldn’t even pretend to be truly upset.

And despite the mess, he definitely wasn’t upset when dessert ended up being eaten off one another as they lay on the rug in front of the fire.

Perian could definitely get used to this.

Chapter Five

Perianwasevenmoresure this was just the sort of thing he wouldn’t mind repeating when he woke up next to Brannal. When his lover roused, they shared somewhat sleepy kisses, caressed warm skin, and put morning wood to very good use.

“I don’t think I’ve needed to wash myself this frequently since I was fifteen,” Brannal grumbled, guiding their come-splattered bodies to the water closet.

“An ambitious fifteen-year-old, were you?” Perian asked with a leer.

Brannal laughed and pulled him into the tub, where they eventually managed to get clean, but it was probably not the most efficient use of their time. At some point in the afternoon yesterday, Perian’s belongings had been not only delivered but arranged in Brannal’s room, so all his clothes were neatly pressed and hung in the wardrobe—a second one, which had appeared next to Brannal’s.

It was a kind accommodation and also a stark reminder that Perian had… insinuated himself into Brannal’s life, choosing to stay with him when that really might not have been Brannal’s preference. At the same time—and entirely contradictorily—it felt like this was the most natural occurrence in the world. Seeing the two pieces of furniture filled with both their clothes was viscerally satisfying. There was something so comfortable about getting ready for the day together, watching Brannal shave and laughing about his own inability to produce facial hair. The Mage Warriors and Warriors were all clean-shaven, so Perian fit in, at least. Brannal brushed a finger down his smooth cheek and pressed a fleeting kiss to his lips.

“You’re entirely fetching just as you are.”

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