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Accordingly, he hooked a leg around Brannal’s waist, dragging him closer, grinding them together. Brannal kept pumping, groaning as his own cock was stimulated by the friction—yes, that was what Perian wanted—and mouthing at Perian’s neck, his jaw, his ear, and his mouth as Perian whimpered, reveling in the feelings until they tumbledover the edge, Brannal biting the juncture of Perian’s neck and shoulder, Perian’s head thunking back into the door, both of them spilling in their trousers.

Oh, that had been lovely. Messy but lovely.

Brannal just stood there for a moment, panting against him. He pressed a kiss to the skin he’d bitten, and Perian shivered.

“Too much?” Brannal asked.

“Not enough,” Perian corrected, and Brannal laughed, the sound low and husky.

“Let’s try again on the bed,” Perian suggested.

He grabbed Brannal’s hand and pulled him into the bedroom, and they set about getting properly naked, shedding clothes in sloppy disorder and then falling into bed together, rubbing against one another, kissing and touching, until they were both hard again.

“You always make me feel so good,” Brannal told him.

Perian beamed. “I feel the exact same way about you. No one has ever made me feel the way you do.”

Brannal nodded. “I’m going to make you come.”

Perian’s smile became more of a leer. “Oh, are you?”

Brannal’s smile deepened. “I’m going to make you comeso hard.”

Brannal proved as good as his word, sucking Perian but always drawing back, building him up and then holding him off, not letting the climax come yet because it was so much more fun to let it build again and again and again until they were both panting messes and they knew that when they did finally come, it was going to be the absolute biggest and best orgasm ever.

(There were a lot of those where the two of them were concerned.)

Then Brannal got Perian spread face down on the mattress and licked and tongued at Perian’s hole, which he always loved, especially when Brannal was relentless, pushing him higher and higher until he spurted all over the sheets with a desperate cry of pleasure. Brannal dived in again, using tongue and fingers until Perian was hard once more. Perian groaned and squirmed andloved it.Brannal pressed slowly inside him, filling him just the way Perian liked best.

“Gonna come for me?” Brannal asked.

“Gonna come so hard,” Perian agreed, because there was really nothing else to say.

Brannal was the best. He always knew just how to touch Perian.

He loved all their orgasms, but he thought his favorite was like now, when they came together, toppling into a pleasure that obliterated everything for a moment, hazing out the world so that there was nothing but the two of them and their joint satisfaction.

Slowly, the world regained focus, and Perian let out a very satisfied breath.

“You really are the best at that.”

“You’re very inspiring,” Brannal told him.

Perian laughed, husky and replete. He didn’t think he could take credit for all the amazing things Brannal did to him, but he certainly didn’t mind being an inspiration for something as amazing as this.

“I love you,” Perian said.

“And I love you. You’re the light of my life,” Brannal told him, eyes soft and dark.

Perian smiled. “And you’re the fireball that lights up mine.”

Brannal chuckled and pulled him closer. Perian was certain there couldn’t be anything better than this in the world. They fell asleep together, skin pressed against skin.

It was wonderful to have Renny back at her best. It seemed like the time after the Fire Festival had everyone at their most energetic, like a little bit of that leaping bonfire really had been transferred into everyone. Everything was growing in proliferation, the sun was shining, and people just seemed to be happy.

Honestly, Perian seemed scarcely to need to nudge anyone these days because they were all taking risks and pairing up on their own. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d run into someone kissing in a corridor, holding hands, or heading into a private room with what could only be described as bedroom eyes.

“Is it the heat?” he wanted to know.