Perian fell into the kiss, melted into it wholeheartedly, wrapped his arms around the man, and when he hopped, Brannal caught him with a hand under his ass so that Perian could wrap his legs around him, too. Brannal deepened the kiss, or maybe it was Perian, and it was all lush heat and warmth and—
Perian pulled back. “You’re feeding me.”
“I hope so, dear heart, or I’m doing something wrong.”
“It really doesn’t bother you?”
“I’ve been having sex with you since shortly after knowing you,” Brannal pointed out. “I’ve been making love to you since not long after that.”
Perian huffed, a little amused by the distinction, but mostly touched.
Brannal continued, “I’ve known or suspected for most of that time that you were getting a little extra out of it. What you’re doing does no harm to me and is exactly what you need. It gives you pleasure and sustenance. Whywouldn’tI want to do that for the man I love?”
Perian sniffed again and leaned in to kiss him once more, a softer kiss, full of even more emotions. He could still feel that thrum of connection between them, the one that felt better than with anyone else.
It was definitely him who deepened the kiss this time, and Brannal happily went with the change in mood, hefting him tighter against his body, groaning into his mouth at all the delicious friction.
“Bedroom,” Perian managed to gasp out.
“Mm hm,” Brannal agreed. “Or… parlor?”
Perian managed a laugh against his lips. “No, I want you in the bed.”
So Brannal obediently strode to the door and managed to get it open despite still carrying Perian. Because he was that awesome and that strong, and Perian sighed happily.
“Where now?” he demanded.
This was, hands down, the stupidest and slowest way to get to Perian’s bedroom. It would have made much more sense for Perian to actually climb down and lead him to the bedroom. Or at least pay attention to where they were going.
Instead, he kept kissing Brannal and then offering half-hearted instructions, despite the fact that he was eager to get to the bedroom. And Brannal kept kissing him back, somehow having enough limbs and functionality to stumble up the stairs, to go down the hall, to not knock into anything. (All right, to not knock intotoo manythings.) Until finally, Perian realized they’d made it to his door.
“Here, here!” he yelled triumphantly, like this was the most amazing thing they’d ever done.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Brannal got them through the door, glanced around, and then made directly for the bed. He crawled onto the mattress, carrying Perian with him easily, until Perian was on his back on the bed and Brannal was on top of him, settling against him, all strength and muscles that Perian hadn’t thought he was ever going to experience ever again.
They kept kissing, kept groping, but Perian wanted more.
“More,” he demanded out loud, and accompanied this with a tug at Brannal’s clothes, which he thankfully correctly interpreted as a need to get undressed.
He pulled back, sliding off the bed so that he could more rapidly divest himself and not leave any daggers in the bed. Perian wriggled out of his own coat, vest, and shirt.
He unfastened his trousers and started to wiggle out of them, but then he remembered his boots.
“Allow me,” Brannal said, and he came over to unlace and tug the boots off, then his trousers and underclothes.
Perian was now completely naked on the bed, and Brannal was staring at him with raw appreciation in his eyes.
He wasn’t fully undressed yet because he’d paused to help Perian.
“Why are you still wearing clothes?” Perian wanted to know.
Brannal grinned at him. “The better to tease you with, of course.”
“Oh,” Perian said, lips tipping up. “Is it teasing you want?”
He wrapped his hands around his own cock and made very appreciative noises as he pumped it. Brannal’s eyes went even darker, and moments later, he was completely naked and crawling back onto the bed to settle on top of Perian, just where Perian wanted him. He hissed as their cocks bumped, all warm skin on warm skin.
