Page 46 of The Lost Art of Seducing a Mage Warrior

Brannal bit his lip, head thunking back against the bookshelf as Perian sucked his cock. Oh, that really was an incredible image, Brannal’s eyes closed and his neck arched, splayed against a whole wall of books. This was anexcellentidea, and Perian was only sorry he hadn’t jumped the man on any of the other occasions they had been in the library together. He would certainly keep it in mind for every future occasion.

He sucked harder, fingers toying with Brannal’s balls, and the man’s hips surged as he came like he was trying to thrust all the way down Perian’s throat. Perian hungrily swallowed him down, loving the other man’s release, the knowledge that it had been Perian who had made Brannal come.

He climbed to his feet, and Brannal pulled him in for a kiss, no doubt tasking himself in Perian’s mouth.

With a smile, Brannal reached into Perian’s trousers and jerked him off until he too, was coming, rutting into the other man’s hand, chasing his release.

In retrospect, that was not the tidiest option in a public place, but it was hard to feel too upset when the wonderful languor of coming was sinking through his bones. And he could at least deal with some of the mess. Perian retrieved Brannal’s hand and licked his palm before sucking each finger into his mouth and swirling it clean with liberal use of his tongue.

Brannal’s eyes went hot and dark again, but it was a little too early for them to do anything about it.

“I need to go get cleaned up,” Perian told him.

Brannal hummed an agreement that made Perian think he wasn’t entirely processing what Perian had just said, his face still open and sated-looking. Perian was rather flattered.

“I’m heading back to your rooms,” Perian told him.

This finally made Brannal push off from the bookshelf and follow Perian back. They both got cleaned up, and Perian changed trousers and underclothes, grateful for the laundry that was done so regularly here at the castle.

“I suppose it’s hard to keep a secret about what goes on here,” Perian said, gesturing at his clothing.

Brannal looked confused.

“Someone always knows what you’re doing.” Perian made a face. “Or I suppose people may think I jerk off a lot. But I like to hope they don’t think that I’m producing all this laundry on my own.”

Brannal snorted. “Given where they get your laundry from, I suspect they’re well aware.”

Perian smiled at him. “There is that. All right, do I look presentable?” he asked, now that he’d straightened his hair.

“You look as appealing as always,” Brannal told him.

Perian flashed him a grin. “Good. Thank you. But I also don’t look like I’ve just had sex, right?”

“You’re not going for that post-coital look?” Brannal asked.

Perian cursed and darted back into the water closet, peered at himself in the mirror and tried to smooth his hair more, tightening the tie.

“Well, this will just have to do.” He darted into the sitting room and collected the two blankets. “All right, I’m off. Are you meeting any Queens today, or might I see you for dinner?”

Brannal was leaning against the bedroom door frame, and there was an expression on his face that Perian couldn’t quite decipher.

But he answered readily enough, “No current plans to eat with the Queen, but I am, of course, available at her leisure.”

“Oh, no, of course,” Perian said hurriedly. “I am definitely not trying to dictate to the Queen. But barring any royal decree, should I plan my own dinner again or not?”

“I’d be happy to dine with you,” Brannal said.

“Here? At six thirty? Not throw any unexpected challenges the way of the kitchen staff?”

Brannal looked amused. “Here at six thirty. Have a good time.”

He nodded at the blankets in Perian’s arms, reminding him they were there. Yikes! Perian had been so busy flirting, he’d forgotten.

“Yes, thanks, I’m going to be late again. See you at dinner!”

Perian darted out into the corridor, thankfully just reaching the stairs as Cormal was turning into the hallway. Perian pretended not to have seen him, because the last thing he needed was to get into a fight. He would almost definitely end up the crispy victim of a fireball if there were no witnesses, and at the very least, he would be late for meeting Renny.

He hurried out to the quadrangle, rushed down the path, and ducked through the bushes to find that Renny was already there on her bench… and Perian had forgotten the food.

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