Page 134 of Heart of the High King
Chapter 51
Before leaving the bathroom, Aleksander double-checked to make sure the night-light was on and did the same with the one in their bedroom as he crossed it to join his mate, who was already under the covers with his new tablet in his hands.
“Hey, don’t forget you have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning,” Aleksander told him, climbing into bed.
“Yeah, I know. I had to push back my daily meeting with my little guidebook team.”
“That’s not their name.”
Rafe set his device on the nightstand with a miffed expression for Aleksander. “I don’t like the name Renny gave it.”
“What’s wrong with Team Rafe?”
“There’s no reason for it to be named after me.”
“It was your idea.”
“Someone else would’ve come up with it if I hadn’t, and it’s for both D’Vaire sanctuaries, not me.”
Aleksander stealthily slid his arms around Rafe. “I like to think everything has to do with you.”
“Yes, Mortis,” Rafe yelled. “Mind your own damn business.”
“Problem?” Aleksander asked with a chuckle.
“Every fucking night he has to ask me if we’re humping. I mean, that word. I can’t with it.”
Aleksander laughed harder at the exasperation on Rafe’s face—he personally thought Mortis was hilarious. “Are we going to hump, babe?”
Rafe stroked Aleksander’s back and kissed his chin. “I thought it was a good idea.”
Getting closer so Rafe could feel that Aleksander was already hard, he brushed their lips together. “Hmm…me too.”
Rafe made just enough space between them to allow him to remove his pajamas, and Aleksander helped by running his hands over the smooth skin he revealed. Although Rafe was eating well, his ribs were still starkly outlined, but no matter what his weight happened to be, he’d always be beautiful to Aleksander. Once his clothing was tossed to the floor, Aleksander was rewarded by his man plastering their bodies together, and their mouths met.
One thing Aleksander had quickly learned was that Rafe liked to kiss. It was fortunate that Aleksander was also fond of the activity, and if his dick wasn’t so persistent, he’d probably want to spend eternity simply exploring Rafe with their lips locked. Since they both eventually got to the point where they had to have more, Aleksander held off as long as possible to please them, focusing almost solely on Rafe’s favorite thing.
His hands weren’t idle, however. The feel of Rafe was particularly wonderful, and he loved the way the long muscles first liquefied, then tensed as they obeyed the increasing heat in their veins. Aleksander liked to clutch Rafe’s pert ass, and he did just that as his mate let out his unique muttering of swear words in between flicks of his masterful tongue. Although his dick was aching, he refused to rub against Rafe.
In the short time that they’d been intimate, he’d found that he preferred to make them extend their lovemaking instead of giving in to a quick release. It was exhilarating to be discovering his desires right alongside Rafe’s. Kneading the cheeks in his hands, Rafe let out a throaty growl when Aleksander’s fingertips brushed over his hole.
“You liked that.”
“Fuck, yes,” Rafe whispered.
“Do me a favor?”
“Anything.”
“Reach into the drawer in the nightstand and grab the slick so I can touch you without hurting you.”
Rafe nipped his bottom lip, and when their eyes met there was molten need in his blue gaze. “On one condition.”
“I just thought since you liked it, I could play around,” Aleksander rushed out, afraid he’d crossed a line. They’d never discussed moving past frottage or hand jobs, and Aleksander wasn’t sure if Rafe wanted to bottom for him, but he fondly yearned for it.
“I want more than playing around.”
“Tell me what you want, babe.”
