Page 51 of The Lost Art of Seducing a Mage Warrior

Only then they spoiled it by grinning at one another and rushing to the bedroom.

They shed clothes as they went. Brannal had already gotten rid of the pauldrons and sword, but as Perian knew well, there were still plenty of layers to be divested of. Perian was naked much more quickly, and being the nice person he was, he went to help Brannal with the last of his clothing. This probably made the process take ten times longer, but they were both nicely worked up and kissing hungrily by the time Brannal pushed Perian onto the bed and climbed on top of him.

Perian would never, ever get tired of the feel of Brannal’s skin against his, the warmth and heady sensation that buzzed through him and made him want to wrap his limbs around the other man and never let him go.

“I want to be inside you,” Brannal murmured against his ear.

“Yes, please,” Perian agreed.

That sounded like anexcellentidea. Brannal fumbled at the bedside cabinet and retrieved a vial of oil. Perian twisted around on his stomach and climbed onto all fours. He looked over his shoulder and batted his eyes because he had no shame.

“How’s this?”

Brannal’s eyes were so dark they were nearly black, hunger written across his face, and it made Perian smile. Brannal gave him a light smack on his ass.

“Cheeky,” he said.

This only made Perian laugh, because how could it not. Perian appreciated a man who still had a sense of humor in the bedroom. He made a sound that was entirely undignified when it was Brannal’s tongue rather than his finger that swiped across his hole. Brannal had an extremely talented tongue. Perian had only once before had someone lick him there, and it was a million times better when it was Brannal. He licked and nibbled and thrust, making Perian squirm and moan and try to shove himself onto the man’s tongue with an entire lack of dignity—but Perian was pretty sure there really wasn’t any dignity when this was happening, and it should simply be enjoyed to the fullest.

He couldn’t imagine anything better than the other man thrusting into him. Brannal replaced his tongue with his fingers and in short order, had three delving inside Perian, only making him more desperate.

“Come on,” Perian urged. “In me, please.”

“I want to see you,” Brannal said.

“Yes,” Perian agreed eagerly.

He twisted around onto his back, and they lost a few precious moments getting a pillow under his hips, Brannal between his thighs, and one of Perian’s legs up over Brannal’s shoulders, because Perian was flexible, and wasn’t he trying to prove something about his desirability?

Then Brannal’s cock was pressed against Perian’s entrance, and every other thought disappeared. All Perian could focus on was that point of connection, of that hard flesh pressing inside him, opening him up and filling him at the same time. Perian closed his eyes, concentrating on nothing but the slick slide as Brannal pushed into him and made them one.

When Brannal was buried as far inside Perian as he could go, he wondered if there was a way to preserve this moment forever, to capture and keep it, because he didn’t ever want it to end. He realized his eyes were still closed, and he opened them to find Brannal watching him with a focused, intent expression.

Without meaning to do it, Perian found himself beaming.

“Hi,” he said, which really didn’t make any sense at all.

But Brannal’s lips tipped up, and he leaned closer to kiss Perian, which changed the angle and made both of them groan with pleasure, the sound lost in their lips coming together.

“That’s so good,” Perian mumbled. “You’re so good.”

If they could just stay like this forever, Perian would die happy.

Only then Brannal started to move, and Perian revised his assessment. This. He wantedthisto go on forever, the heated thrusts, the burst of pleasure, the slide of skin on skin, and Brannal staring at Perian, lost in his eyes. It wasn’t fast and furious, but it felt so good, like they were locked in a loop of extreme pleasure. Who needed anything else if this could keep going and going and going? Gradually, the speed of Brannal’s thrusts increased, and as much as there was a part of Perian that was begging to come, the bigger part of him just wanted to drown in the experience, to enjoy every single second of Brannal filling him up and fucking him.

Perian watched as Brannal’s breathing increased, his chest heaving, his thrusts speeding up again, sweat sliding down his skin. Perian loved it. Faster still, the sound of skin on skin more vivid. Faster again, and Perian had to lift his hands and press them against the headboard to prevent himself from sliding up too far, to push back so that he could keep cradling the man’s cock in his body.

The thrusts became erratic, finally, Brannal losing his rhythm, and with a cry, he came, body spasming as he emptied in Perian. Perian closed his eyes, slammed by the wave of pure pleasure that washed through him as his body followed Brannal’s into orgasm, basking in the—

A vice wrapped around his neck, cutting off his air, and Perian’s eyes flew open to find that… Brannal was strangling him? Perian smacked him in the arm and managed to croak out, “Ow! What in the name of all the elements are you doing?”

Brannal’s grip loosened at the same time that he pulled out of Perian, scrambling back until he was off the bed, and they were both left looking at one another with shocked and somewhat horrified expressions on their faces.

Perian swallowed, a hand coming up to massage his throat as he sat up. “Uh, I don’t like to judge anyone for what they like in the bedroom, but I do kind of like to talk about it before it happens. You know, to make sure that everyone is on board.”

Perian liked sex. He liked a wide variety of sex. But hedidn’tlike the kind that caused pain for a partner. If all parties enjoyed it, good for them, but it didn’t work for him.

Brannal still hadn’t said anything.

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