Page 33 of The Lost Art of Seducing a Mage Warrior

Perian laughed all the way to the water closet, and a grumbling Brannal followed him. Perian got the bath running, grateful for the castle’s plumbing and boiler. His father had ensured they had every luxury at their home, but he knew many locations, even if they had running water, did not haveheatedwater, certainly not in every bedroom.

They climbed into the bath together, hissing at the heat, needing to rearrange themselves to Perian’s specifications, which caused more splashing and spilled water than he’d anticipated. Only then with a wave of his hand, Brannal gathered the spilled water up and dropped it right back in the bath with them.

“Show off,” Perian told him, but he was entirely impressed.

Perian was at the end of the bath with Brannal leaning with his back against Perian’s chest, nestled between Perian’s legs. The blissfully hot water lapped at their skin. They had several cloths, and Perian used one to rub carefully over every bit of Brannal’s exposed skin that he could reach, soaping across that firm chest and each lovely arm, along his thighs and then admonishing him to clean between his toes. Brannal laughed but obediently raised one leg at a time and scrubbed over his calves and shins and feet.

The soap permeated the air with a fresh scent, something that made Perian think of the outdoors, though he couldn’t identify a particular plant. It was a little bit floral and a little bit woodsy. It wasn’t overpowering, just clean and pleasant.

Then Brannal murmured, “Your turn,” and fished Perian’s legs out of the water one at a time for similar treatment, running the soapy cloth over his skin with just the right amount of pressure to make him shiver and mumble with pleasure.

And of course, once Perian was confident they were both clean, then there was the real reason to be positioned like this, namely that it put Perian in exactly the right position to reach around the other man’s waist and wrap his fist around Brannal’s cock.

Brannal made a lovely sound, trying to thrust into Perian’s fist, and Perian ground his cock against his lover’s ass as he started to pump in a slow, steady pace that was not at all guaranteed to give a quick resolution.

Groaning again, Brannal leaned back completely, letting his body go limp against Perian’s, his head tilted a little so it was resting against Perian’s shoulder. Perian kept up his slow and steady movements, pumping carefully up and down the silky shaft.

“You’re killing me,” Brannal murmured.

“I’m taking care of you,” Perian corrected.

As much as Brannal groaned and admonished him to hurry up, Perian couldn’t help but note that he never tried to take himself in hand. It was both maddeningly sensual and languidly perfect, Perian’s cock trapped between them, Brannal’s cock being pleasured by the warm water and Perian’s slow-moving hand until finally, with a beautiful, drawn-out groan, Brannal was stiffening and coming, his seed spurting into the water. Brannal’s release triggered Perian’s own, his cock surging between them, pleasure coursing through him.

They continued to lie there for a long moment, and then Perian said, “I suppose we shouldn’t marinate in our own release.”

He was reluctant to move, though.

Brannal asked, “Do you want to see a trick?”

“Of course,” Perian said promptly.

This did not, at all, prepare him for all of the water in the tub to be suddenlyoutof the tub. In fact, it was now hovering above them, bathtub-shaped, free-floating water.

“Uh,” Perian said dumbly.

“Grab a cloth, would you?”

Perian did as instructed—and that was when he realized that when Brannal had removed the water, he’d left their come and the dirt they’d cleaned off behind. Perian’s jaw dropped, and even as he watched, the now-dry dirt flew out of the bath on its own. Perian’s skin was just starting to prickle with cold, so he made quick work of leaning around Brannal to swipe up the mess that remained, getting him to move a little so he could clean the release from between them.

He tossed the cloth to the side, and Brannal allowed the water to trickle back into the tub until they were immersed once more.

“You are amazing,” Perian told him, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. “Was that as hard as it looked?”

Brannal huffed a sound of amusement. “I would certainly not suggest a novice attempt it.”

There were clearly all sorts of advantages to spending time with a Mage Warrior.

They lay there so long, languid and spent, that the water was in danger of growing cold, and they were in danger of falling asleep. Perian roused enough to prod Brannal out of the water. Brannal looked perfectly sated, leaning slightly on the edge of the bathtub. Perian took an extra moment to tug out the tie in his hair and quickly dunk his head and scrub it clean—mud had gotten everywhere. Then he climbed out of the tub, retrieved a towel, and carefully rubbed Brannal dry, then himself.

Perian wasn’t even hungry anymore, to be honest, but Brannal’s stomach rumbled, which made Perian laugh. This had hardly been the most active sex, but Perian had drawn it out, and they’d been hungry before this started. He found sleep trousers and loose shirts for them and then tugged an unresisting Brannal out to the table, where food had once again been delivered while they were otherwise occupied.

They sat down and removed the trays covering their food, revealing a delicious-smelling and beautiful-looking meal. Brannal perked up as they ate, and Perian couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment that he had relaxed the other man so much. There was certainly no resemblance now to the upset man from earlier.

Mission accomplished.

Dessert was eaten altogether more prosaically than yesterday, but Perian still enjoyed the cozy atmosphere. When they had poured their tea and moved to the more comfortable chairs by the fire, Brannal asked, “Apart from inciting a free-for-all with my novices and Mage Warriors, what did you do with your day?”

Perian stuck his tongue out, because that was clearly the way to show Brannal he was mature and would never start a pitched battle for no good reason, and Brannal rolled his eyes.

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