Page 53 of Seducing the Sorcerer
Couldn’t say clearer than that.
The dark and the wet pressed close around the small pool of lantern light. Morgrim carried on staring. Fenn let himself stare back. Two blokes, staring at each other in the rain. Would they be at it all night? It went on so long that Fenn began to smile. Morgrim must have seen it because he made a sound that was half sigh, half laugh and closed his eyes, just for a second.
“This is a terrible idea, isn’t it?” Morgrim said.
Fenn gave a surprised grunt of laughter. “Aren’t you the charmer? I think it’s a grand idea.”
“I...I just...”
Suddenly, Fenn thought maybe he understood. “Never done it with a bloke before?”
“What? No! It’s not that.”
“Ain’t judging. Wouldn’t care. Then what?”
“You’re new to magic. You don’t understand what it can do to people. You’re new to this whole situation.”
“You think I’m the innocent here? Well, that’s rich! But we aren’t talking about magic, are we?” Fenn shook his head. “No. We’re talking about me giving you a right good seeing to. Just there in the stables, if you like.” Fenn jabbed a thumb in the relevant direction.
Morgrim sighed. It was almost a moan.
“You like the sound of that?” Fenn said. “Nice and hard? A bit rough?”
“Why...” Morgrim’s voice came out funny. He cleared his throat. “Why would you think that?”
“Ain’t that what you want?”
“Well, it—” Morgrim actually squirmed, averting his eyes. “Gods. Yes. I suppose so.”
He looked so shy about admitting it, that something in Fenn melted, while something else got to its feet and growled with anticipation. Fenn said, gently, “Come on, you think you’re the first man to want that from me?”
Morgrim blinked. “Oh. No, of course not.”
“No. Because I got a look about me, don’t I? Bit tough. Bit common. You might not want to be seen in the pub with me but you want me, all right.”
“I don’t drink in public houses.” Morgrim took a step backwards, which was not the direction Fenn wanted him going. “But yes, you’re very—yes.”
“I know. Been told. Ain’t handsome, but I look like I could fuck you all the way to next week. Don’t I?”
“You...Gods. Yes,” Morgrim’s voice was faint.
“Aye. And I could.” Something in Morgrim’s face made Fenn add, “You can tell me what you want, you know. Can’t shock me. Ain’t above doling out a few slaps if you like that. Bit of a spanking. Eh?”
Morgrim’s mouth dropped open. His eyes grew wide.
Fenn cocked his head. Perhaps he’d misread the whole situation. Again. “Have I shocked you? I’m only offering.”
“I’m not shocked. But I’ve never done”—Morgrim swallowed—“that.”
“No? Thought about it any?”
Morgrim’s breath caught and Fenn knew he’d hit the nail on the head, because Morgrim looked grateful and pleading and wondering and horrified all rolled into one.
“Mm?” Fenn said.
“Maybe.”
Fenn took a step forward. Morgrim’s breath was hot on his cheek. Fenn took a strand of Morgrim’s damp hair between thumb and forefinger. It was that long he’d be able to wrap it around his hand, drag Morgrim’s head back with it. He put his other hand on Morgrim’s shoulder, feeling him shiver at the touch.
