Page 64 of D'Vaire or Nothing
“My poor dildo won’t ever match up,” Brinley whispered as he pressed close to Heathcliff.
Their dicks touched, and Brinley groaned. He was already close. It was happening so fast. Brinley loved every second. Wrapping his arms around Heathcliff’s shoulders, Brinley held him close as he wiggled to get them lined up for proper friction.
Heathcliff smashed their mouths together in a kiss that was nearly rough as he rolled them onto the bed so Brinley was on his back. It was exactly what Brinley needed. He spread his legs. To get Heathcliff cradled between them, he bent his knees.
Brinley was surrounded by fruity freesia as he pumped his hips. Their cocks bumped and aligned to give them both maximum pleasure. Heathcliff was making him feel so good, Brinley forgot anything existed beyond the shifter’s bed.
With such frantic passion feeding them, Brinley wasn’t surprised by the sudden sparks dancing along his spine. Heathcliff’s hand moved down Brinley’s body, and his fingers brushed the mage’s hole. That was all it took.
A cry tore from him as he spilled his seed between them. Heathcliff groaned into his neck, and he shuddered. Brinley coasted his palms across Heathcliff’s damp skin and held him through his climax.
It was the most beautiful moment of Brinley’s twenty years on earth.
∞∞∞
The sun pouring through the windows woke Brinley. He’dforgotten to pull his blinds closed again. That was annoying since Brinley was pretty sure he had a night shift later and needed some rest.
Too lazy to get up to do anything about the sunshine, Brinley rolled to his side to try to fall back asleep. But his bed grumbled a complaint, and there was a weight draped over him.
Brinley’s eyes popped open.
An arm in the most exotic, gorgeous shade of purple was holding Brinley close. Thankfully, Brinley knew who that lovely limb belonged to, but he was still embarrassed. Heathcliff was his mate, and he’d treated the man like a random hook-up instead of the other half of his soul.
Not that Brinley had ever slept over at someone’s house or allowed them to slumber next to him in bed. But that was hardly the point. They weren’t supposed to be having sex. Twelve hours ago, Heathcliff hadn’t even had sexuality.
Less than a day with Brinley as his mate and he already lacked virginity.
Mortified, Brinley lay there with flushed cheeks. Shame and sadness crept through him. Was he already hurting their chances of building a relationship? Would Heathcliff wake and wonder why Brinley had turned a kissing lesson into an erotic lesson on how to come as fast as possible?
Wondering what the fuck to do, Brinley blew out a breath that had another irritating sound emerging from Heathcliff. Apparently annoyed, Heathcliff rolled so his back was to Brinley. That helped Brinley decide that the least he could do was give the man some peace.
They needed to talk and build a friendship. To create something to base their lives on. Okay, eternity. Brinley lacked formal education, but he’d focused intently on being an ignis mage since he was a teenager.
That wouldn’t impress Heathcliff. Phoenixes already had eternal lives. Brinley doubted he’d done much of anything since they’d met the previous day to amaze Heathcliff. The man was a freaking Duke.
Brinley crept out of bed like a criminal as he wondered if Heathcliff would wake up and think the poor mage working at a bar was trying to sleep his way into a Duke’s heart. Was that how titled people thought? Brinley didn’t know; this weekend was his first experience around royalty.
He’d feared spilling a drink on someone important. It hadn’t occurred to him that Fate would intervene and make one of those fancy people Brinley’s mate. And that Brinley would coax an elven hybrid into handing over his first climax in a fast romp after their second brief conversation.
It didn’t matter to Brinley that Heathcliff had been willing. Or that the shifter’s kisses had been so fantastically aggressive. Brinley had been the experienced one, and he shouldn’t have pushed to get close to Heathcliff.
The man was just so tantalizing.
No excuses, Brinley thought. He grabbed his clothes as silently as he could manage and teleported home to his small apartment. He dumped his belongings on the floor. Still naked, Brinley flopped onto his bed and stared up at the ceiling.
Heathcliff’s nude body filled his mind, and he smiled. Broad-shouldered and muscular, Heathcliff was his every dream lover come true. But Brinley needed to keep his dick in his pants and his tongue to himself and learn everything he could about the book-loving phoenix.
Or he’d lose him before Brinley had any chance of finding a way to keep him.
Chapter 3
Heathcliff yawned and stretched his arms above his head. For half a second, he wondered why he’d crawled into bed without a stitch of clothing on. The D’Vaires had a talented seamstress in Larissa D’Vairedraconis, and she happily filled dresser drawers full of pajamas throughout the mansion. Heathcliff loved her fun fabrics and donned a pair every night.
But his confusion didn’t last long.
The previous night, Heathcliff had met his mate. Although he hadn’t planned on dragging Brinley close and bringing them both to a fast, intense climax, Heathcliff didn’t regret it either. Did Brinley? Was that why he’d left Heathcliff alone in his hotel room? His phoenix shrieked in fright and bewilderment. Where was their other half?
Heathcliff loved mysteries but only in books. So, he sat up and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. It took two taps on the screen to have the device ringing in his ear.
