“No one has ever got me flowers before. Thank you, Perian.”
He’d taken Perian over the table with the flowers in a vase in front of them—which had proved to be a mistake, actually, because they’d knocked them over in the exuberance of their movements. But Brannal was able to easily get the water back into the vase, and the flowers, although they were slightly the worse for wear, were still very beautiful.
It made them laugh a lot, and Perian would now forever associate their scent with sex with Brannal, because they’d practically been shoved right in his face, and he’d been inhaling their heady scent while Brannal pounded into him from behind, and well… There might be some inappropriate erections in the future, but it would be worth it for the happy memories.
He also remembered to speak to Arvus and then commission a satin robe for Brannal, which he presented to him one evening in early September.
This one was an emerald green, so much broader in the shoulders than Perian’s.
Brannal shivered as he pulled it on. “I see what you mean about the fabric. I feel naked. I can’t imagine wearing this in public.”
“It would definitely be a different look,” Perian said with a smile. He ran a hand down the flimsy cloth covering most of Brannal’s torso. “But it’s so fetching.”
Brannal eyed him. “Yeah? You don’t think it looks a little silly?”
“Do you think it looks silly on Molun?” Perian asked curiously.
“No, I suppose not,” Brannal conceded. “It just…”
But he didn’t seem to know how to finish that sentence.
Perian considered him, and then said carefully, “You don’t have to wear it if you don’t like it.”
He’d bought it as a gift for Brannal, ostensibly, but they both knew it had really been a gift forPerian.
Brannal’s eyes caught his. “What? No. It isn’t that.”
Periancontinued to eye him, unsure. It had become clear to him that Brannal would do things for him that he wouldn’t do for anyone else.
“You really don’t have to wear it,” Perian assured him. “I won’t be offended, honest. Of course, I like to look at it, but it’s not meant to make you uncomfortable.”
“And you do like to look at it?” Brannal asked.
Perian wasn’t sure what he was really asking, but there was only one answer. “Of course. But I don’twantto look at it if you’re not comfortable in it. I mean, I like to look at you no matter what. I like to look at you when you’re in full Mage Warrior uniform, when you’re naked, when you’re wearing sleep trousers—and everything in between. When you’re in the bath, when you’re half-undressed. When you’ve got your arms crossed and look like you’re going to fry the entire world with a giant fireball. I always,alwayslike to look at you.”
Something had happened to Brannal’s expression as Perian was giving his impassioned speech. His face looked more relaxed, and so did his body, stretched out more naturally on the bed.
“Oh, yes? What is it, exactly, that you like to look at right now?”
That was a leading question if ever Perian had heard one.
“The shine of the fabric,” he said, climbing onto the bed at Brannal’s feet. “The way the thin material wraps around those big, broad muscles, trying to contain them and really just highlighting every bit of delectable flesh. The way that flimsy knot keeps the fabric tied together but isn’t really a deterrent, because there’s still that beautiful little gap that I can trace from your neck to your belly, and from your belly… lower. The way the fabric is just long enough to cover things when you’re standing, as if it could almost be considered appropriate, but then when you get excited, your cock is allowed to come out and play, to peek between the folds of the fabric, to slide across that thin barrier and make it easy for me to see how aroused you are.”
Perian crawled up between his legs.
“And best of all, all it takes is a little nudge of the fabric, a brush of the hand”—Perian suited actions to words—“and there your cock is. You’re all laid out before me, miles of skin and satin, a perfectly hard erection, just begging for me to do something about it.”
Brannal’s eyes had gone heavy and dark, and his hand came up to snag Perian’s hair and gently tug. Perian obediently leaned down between Brannal’s legs and swallowed hiscock. He moved his hands to Brannal’s hips, loving the heat that radiated through the thin cloth barrier.
Perian had already been teasing quite a bit, so he worked Brannal’s cock firmly, burying it in the back of his throat and then backing off so he could do it again and again. He licked around the head, tongued the vein, and then dived down once more.
It wasn’t long at all before Brannal was shouting and coming down his throat, and Perian eagerly swallowed every drop before finally pulling off when Brannal made a whining noise that indicated he was too sensitive. Perian crawled up his body and settled on top of him, loving the brush of the satin against his skin as he leaned in to kiss Brannal hungrily.
Brannal returned the kiss, a large hand reaching around to squeeze Perian’s ass and help him grind against Brannal’s hard muscles through their slippery layer of satin.
“Want to come all over my robe?” Brannal gasped out against Perian’s mouth.
Perian wanted that very much, and given how worked up he was, it didn’t take long at all until he was spurting all over the satin and Brannal’s skin.
