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Temaj arched like a cat, then purred like one too, a low mumbled murmur of pleasure that was welcome to Solon’s ears.
When Temaj closed his eyes, Solon basked in the freedom to admire him without being watched in return. His lightly muscled, lanky legs, open for him, smooth thighs trembling. His slender flushed cock, glistening from the tip and gloriously hard as Solon explored every inch. His nub of a belly button, his ribcage as he took a deep breath, his kohl-darkened eyelashes fanned over his pink cheeks.
Breathtaking.
As much as Solon wanted to watch as Temaj came, he wanted a taste even more. He shifted, leaning in and over. Temaj let out a cute, startled noise, then a rapturous moan as Solon took him into his mouth and sucked.
Hands tangled in his hair, warm fingers against his scalp, but rather than holding him there or urging him further, Temaj gently pushed him up.
Solon caught his gaze, questioning.
“Oh gods, go easy on me.” Temaj blinked. “I wasn’t expecting this.”
Solon flicked his gaze from Temaj’s swollen organ back to his face. “Is this not all right? I’m sorry. I thought—”
“It’s more than all right.” Temaj ran his fingers over the shells of Solon’s ears. “You’re welcome to continue. In fact, if you don’t, I may actually die. Just…” A shy little grin took his lips. “Slowly, please, or I’ll shame myself.”
Solon smiled wide, climbed over Temaj, and settled between his legs. “Impossible. If you spill before I even get started, it’ll only feed my ego.”
“Well then, ravish me, General. Your ego could use the nourishment.”
“My ego is fine.”
“My cock isn’t.” Temaj thrust his hips. “On with the ravishing.”
With a warm laugh, Solon got back to the task at hand. Or at mouth, really. This time slower, gentler, and with careful nipping licks and kisses to tease out the orgasm bit by scrumptious bit.
Temaj filled the room with moans and whimpers. Breathy words.Yes. More. Like that. Oh.Solon had never had a lover so vocal, and he could see why Temaj had asked him to let out his own sounds of pleasure earlier. It was rapturous to hear. Encouraging to the point of godliness to draw such utterings from another person. Such delight.
Solon became drunk on sensation. The taste of Temaj. The velvet-soft skin over the hard rod filling his mouth. The hands in his hair. Sounds in his ears. Temaj’s calf thrown over his back, pulling him in.
Temaj gave of himself with abandon. Crying out as he came. Crying more as Solon swallowed around him, his body undulating, writhing like a wild thing.
When it was over, Solon had only a moment to feel unsure before Temaj tugged him up for another kiss. Arms wrapped around Solon’s middle, holding him close.
Temaj was still panting as he licked Solon’s lips, sucked his tongue into his mouth, and fed him one of those sweet little moans Solon was rapidly growing addicted to.
He liked Temaj far more than he should and far more than was appropriate for a general to like a man who belonged to another. This could never be more than a dalliance, but already he worried about what would happen to Temaj when he left.
With an unsteady sigh, he nuzzled into the crook of Temaj’s neck and placed a kiss there. He inhaled a deep breath of his faintly perfumed scent, closed his eyes, and with no small amount of determination, ignored future concerns in favor of present solace in Temaj’s slender arms.
CHAPTER9
Solon
It waslate in the day by the time Solon headed to the courtyard to ask his men what they’d learned.
“You look awfully chipper,” said Neku as he and Solon sat down outside their camp. “Something good happened?”
Solon fought the warm creep of a blush. He wasn’t about to tell Neku about Temaj. It would be unprofessional. “Not as such.”
Though they hid beneath the shade of a canopy, the air was warm and humid. Sweat beaded on Neku’s smirking upper lip.
“Nothing?” Neku cocked his head like a curious puppy. “You practically skipped here from the palace. I thought maybe you’d found the missing stash of emeralds and were coming to tell me the good news.”
“What missing stash of emeralds?”
“The one I’d have told you about earlier if you’d gotten out of bed before high noon.” Neku’s eyes glimmered with his usual good humor.
