Page 63 of D'Vaire or Nothing
“Well, your arrival in my bedroom is making my dick want to get hard again, so if you stick around long enough, you may get a show.”
Brinley laughed, delighted at Heathcliff’s blunt humor. “Purple’s always been my favorite color. I have a dildo at home that’s purple. It’s going to hit way different now that I know my mate’s cock is nearly a color match to it.”
“I wondered why elves were so quick to mate. Must be to get their other half in bed. But we should probably get to know each other a little before we start comparing dicks.”
“True,” Brinley agreed. “Sex is great, but I’m sure that’s not why Fate puts people together.”
“Not entirely. Take a seat. Tell me about you. Obviously, your job is new?”
Brinley sat cross-legged across from Heathcliff on the giant bed and smiled. “Yeah, I heard about it and found out from a friend that it paid better than where I was at. Thankfully, I got hired. I’ve lived in Vegas for nearly a year. I’ve moved around a lot. Been on my own since I was sixteen. What about you?”
“Moved around when I was younger since my former chieftain didn’t belong to the Council. Eventually, Kieran met Scheredin, and I wanted sanctuary. They informed me D’Vaireis a sanctuary and said I couldn’t leave. I’m grateful they talked me into staying; it’s a wonderful place because it’s filled with incredible caring people. I really want to kiss you.”
“I—”
“Forget I said that. I don’t even know how to fucking kiss. Lacking sexuality is the stupidest thing Fate created.”
“Want me to teach you, Heath?”
“I guess it won’t be any more humiliating tomorrow than today,” Heathcliff muttered.
Brinley shuffled closer to Heathcliff, who was pressed against the headboard. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I promise. Let’s start with the easy stuff. Put your arms around me.”
Brinley’s experience wasn’t vast, but he’d done enough to have mastered the basics. With no noticeable reluctance, Heathcliff wrapped Brinley in his strong embrace. The ignis mage swore he grew a little lightheaded as freesia enveloped him. It was fantastic. He lifted a hand and rested it on one solid shoulder. Heathcliff’s hair was ridiculously shiny, and Brinley wanted to touch it, so he buried his fingers in those glossy strands.
The thick tresses were soft, and Brinley smiled as they changed color when the light bounced off them.
“Your hair is so cool.”
“Yours has red in it. Like a flame.”
Their eyes met, and desire rolled through Brinley’s belly in a healthy lustful punch. “Kiss me, Heath, and go with your instincts. You can’t fuck this up, I promise.”
“Easy for you to say,” Heathcliff muttered, which made Brinley grin.
Their lips touched, and Brinley focused on staying relaxed so he wouldn’t spook the nervous shifter. But what he really wanted was to press the man to the headboard anddemand he get his dick inside Brinley. Carefully, Brinley eased his tongue forward, and it touched Heathcliff’s.
A second later, their kiss changed. Brinley held on as Heathcliff took control. His arms banded tighter around him as he determinedly explored every recess of Brinley’s welcoming mouth. Brinley’s heart thudded heavily in his chest as desire swept through the fire living in his soul.
His cock hardened in his briefs, and Brinley craved friction. He shuffled closer to Heathcliff and groaned as their bodies came into full contact. Heathcliff was large and rigid. Brinley’s ass clenched in need.
Suddenly desperate, Brinley clutched Heathcliff’s T-shirt in his fist. Heathcliff shoved a hand under Brinley’s top, and his touch was like a brand. His skin grew damp as excitement rushed through him, and Brinley moved enough to peel his shirt off and flung it aside.
Fusing his mouth with Heathcliff’s again, he held him close. But Heathcliff didn’t cooperate for long. He pulled away to tug off his top too. Brinley licked his lips as he palmed Heathcliff’s pectorals and dug his fingertips into the solid muscles.
Lost in his lust, Brinley grinned.
Heathcliff smiled.
Taking that as an incentive, Brinley reached for Heathcliff’s belt and undid the buckle. Heathcliff reunited their lips as he jerked Brinley’s pants open. Too lost in the sensations coursing through him, Brinley gave no thought to his actions.
His blood was on fire. The man in his arms was eager too. They were desperate, and Brinley wanted to please him. So, he rose to his knees with his mouth locked to Heathcliff’s as he yanked his shoes and the rest of his clothing off.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Heathcliff growled.
“Show me your pretty purple dick.”
With a grin, Heathcliff ripped his jeans off. Underneath, he wore plaid boxers. Those hit the floor, and Brinley licked his lips at the fat cock rising from a nest of black hair.
