Page 4 of The Lost Art of Seducing a Mage Warrior

It was Brannal’s breath that caught this time, his eyes dark and hungry.

“Perian—”

Perian wasn’t sure if it was a protest or an entreaty, nor was he sure which one of them moved first, but their lips found one another, the kiss growing hungry until they were rolling around in the sheets, hands roaming greedily as all the feelings they’d been suppressing erupted. Perian had to tug several layers out of the way to get to Brannal’s skin, but it was worth the wait when he spread his hands over that broad chest, mapping out those glorious muscles with his fingers.

They rolled again, Brannal stretching out over Perian, which wasamazingbut a mistake, because while Perian would normally adore such a perfect weight pressing him down, his mostly healed ribs protested the movement, and Perian let out a sound that couldn’t be mistaken for anything except pain.

Brannal rolled off him with alacrity, concern and regret flashing in those dark eyes, and Perian could practically see the mood evaporating.

“Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean—”

His words cut off abruptly as Perian slung a leg over Brannal’s hips and straddled him.

Perian grinned. “I guess I’ll just need to be on top. There are a few things I can think of doing from this position. What do you think?”

Brannal still looked concerned, so Perian rolled his hips, grinding into the hardness beneath him. Brannal’s hands clamped onto Perian’s waist, and for a moment, Perian thought they were done.

Only then Brannal’s fingers tightened, and he leaned in, and they were kissing again, eager and perfect. They parted so they could yank Brannal’s shirt off, and Perian let his fingers explore the contours of those muscles as his eyes greedily drank in the sight of him. It was even better than Perian had imagined, and he’d been doing little else for days. Brannal’s hands swept up Perian’s back, gently caressing the skin. Each touch was like an extra burst of pleasure, and he wanted to feel more of it. He leaned in and kissed Brannal’s chin and jaw, made his way down his neck and bit at the smooth column of his throat.

Brannal shuddered, his whole body jolting, and he tilted his neck to give Perian better access. Perian grinned against his skin and continued his exploration, kissing those broad shoulders, licking and biting the nipples in that well-formed chest. Perian licked and sucked and kissed his way down Brannal’s torso, loving the way those incredible muscles quivered the lower Perian went.

He was pretty sure Brannal could have fought his attackers off even without the fire. Perian had never had the chance to enjoy such glorious muscles up close and personal. He couldn’t wait until his ribs were fully healed so Brannal could hold him down. He knew that would be glorious. In the meantime, Perian just had to come up with other things they could do.

Grinning to himself, Perian unfastened Brannal’s trousers, listening to the fast breathing that was so much more intense than when Brannal had carried Perian back here after his rescue. He wrapped his hands around his prize. Brannal let out a sharp hiss of sound at the touch and bucked into Perian’s hands.

Freeing Brannal’s cock from the cloth that imprisoned it, Perian admired the heavy, warm weight as he pumped it a couple of times, enjoying the lovely sounds that Brannal made. His cock was beautiful, thick and long, and Perian’s mouth watered. He leaned in and sucked it, tonguing the head to another glorious sound from Brannal, whose hands had found Perian’s hair and seemed to be hesitating there, clenching and unclenching.

“Feels so good,” Brannal murmured, voice strained.

Perian would love to take his time and carefully explore every inch of the man—all of him, not just his cock—but he was feeling as impatient as Brannal seemed to be, the energy between them sparking higher and higher, demanding immediate action. Perian would save finesse for later. Instead, he relaxed his throat, sucked Brannal all the way in, and buried his nose in Brannal’s groin.

Brannal yelled, hands clenching tight around strands of Perian’s hair.

“All the elements,” Brannal swore. “Your mouth.”

Perian pulled back a little to breathe through his nose, glorying in the other man’s scent, in the heavy weight on his tongue, before swallowing Brannal down once more. He wasn’t sure that bending like this was actually great for his ribs, but in this moment, he didn’t care. There’d be time for other positions later, and if his ribs were going to ache, he’d much prefer it be due to this sort of exertion.

Energy was thrumming between them as they connected with this most primal of acts. Perian pulled almost all the way off, admiring the way the man’s shaft glistened with Perian’s spit, and then he swallowed it down once again, setting a fast rhythm because he wanted nothing more than to make Brannal come. Brannal’s fingers clenched rhythmically in Perian’s hair once more, pulling him closer just the way that Perian craved, tugging him back each time Perian retreated, until Brannal’s whole body froze. His back arched, hips lifting and thrusting as he came down Perian’s throat.

Perian swallowed him eagerly, milking every last drop, his body singing with pleasure. Brannal finally made a sound that indicated he was too sensitive, and Perian reluctantly released his wonderful mouthful and crawled up Brannal’s body.

Brannal kissed him, tongue delving into his mouth, even as his hand snaked between them, slid into Perian’s loose sleep trousers, and wrapped around his rock-hard erection.

“You’re glorious,” Brannal told him when he drew back enough that they could breathe, making Perian’s heart sing even as he tried to thrust into Brannal’s hand.

He was way too worked up from getting Brannal off, and it didn’t take very many sweeping strokes before Perian was spilling between them, gasping his pleasure into Brannal’s mouth before collapsing on top of him.

Brannal let out a warm chuckle and coaxed Perian onto his back long enough to tug off his sleep trousers and wipe him clean. Then he climbed back into bed and pulled Perian into his arms. With a happy noise, Perian burrowed his nose into that juncture between Brannal’s neck and shoulder and drew in the glorious scent. Lassitude crept through his body, and he thought he felt a kiss to his temple before he slept.

Perian awoke alone in bed, and he frowned at the empty space next to him. He would have liked to resume last night’s activities immediately. But he’d woken alone in bed every morning he’d been here, so this wasn’t exactly unusual, and Perian still felt buoyed from the excellent orgasm last night. Climbing out of bed, he was pleased to find he wasn’t dizzy at all. In fact, he felt nearly pain free. Even his ribs didn’t ache at the moment, and he grinned to himself as he considered that maybe giving a blow job was somehow exactly what they’d needed. (His father had always said sex was good for what ailed you, but Perian hadn’t taken him literally.)

He used the toilet, cleaned his teeth, and splashed water on his face. He peered at himself in the mirror above the sink and committed to definitely bathing today. He looked more than a little dirty and unkempt. In retrospect, he should probably have aimed to have that bath before any play.

His lip curled up. No, although he was a bit embarrassed now, he wouldn’t actually change a moment of what had happened last night. Brannal had wanted him as much as he had wanted Brannal, and it had been wonderful. It wasn’t a bad idea to be clean for thenextround, though.

Brannal had left out another white shirt and loose trousers, clothes that he had continued to loan Perian throughout his recovery, due to the damage to his own clothing and its inappropriateness for sleepwear. While Perian enjoyed dressing in the other man’s clothes very much, it was high time to get some of his own.

Actually, if he was feeling this much better, it was about time he gave the other man an out, wasn’t it? Although, if Brannal had enjoyed himself last night as much as Perian had, there were plenty of possibilities here—possibilities that didn’t include Brannal taking care of him day in and day out because he was injured. Definitely better to get on even footing.

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