It felt like a really long time but couldn’t have been more than a few minutes before Brannal arrived, and Perian goaded him as best he could to get him naked and on top of Perian as quickly as possible.
He let out a happy sigh when this finally resulted in the other man pressing him into the ground; he didn’t even care if it wasn’t as nice as when they were on a bed. Brannal on top of him was perhaps the best thing that he’d ever experienced. Always. Even if his skin was a little chilled at the moment, it would warm up soon. He wrapped his arms around the other man and held onto him. They were always able to generate plenty of heat between them.
“I seem to remember someone saying something about being able to bevery quiet,” Brannal said before he went to work to try to make Perian as loud as possible.
Brannalwas a fantastic tease when he wanted to be, no trace of the staid, rule-abiding Summus at the moment. Lips, teeth, tongue, and fingers all worked to drive Perian wild.
If it had been just Arvus and Molun, Perian would have screamed his satisfaction to the world. But Nisal and Delana were here, too, and they hadn’t agreed to be woken because Perian was having really good sex. No, no, he could be quiet. For Nisal and Delana, he would be quiet.
He bit his lip as Brannal thrust into him. He could always find the angle that would give Perian maximum pleasure, which usually made Perian very enthusiastic and got him babbling about how good this was and how much he wanted it and—
All right, that was a small moan because it was fantastic, but he wasn’t going to be loud, hewasn’t—
Brannal swooped in and captured Perian’s mouth, devouring it hungrily as he thrust into Perian with renewed vigor, and Perian melted into it, surging up to meet him, allowing the energy building inside of him to coil higher and higher, brighter and brighter—until it suddenly exploded, shattering Perian and leaving him gasping into Brannal’s mouth, filled up with all that energy as Brannal surged inside of him and gave him exactly what he needed.
Brannal collapsed on top of him, and Perian wrapped rubbery arms around him.
“See,” he whispered, still a bit breathless. “Told you I could be quiet.”
Brannal pressed a kiss to his mouth.
“I knew you had it in you. But I kind of like it when you scream or babble.”
Perian grinned, because he kind of liked it, too.
“Next time,” Perian promised.
“Does that mean we’re not having sex in the morning?” Brannal teased.
“The time after that. No, wait; I want at least one more forest encounter before we go. The next time we’re in our bed!” Perian said triumphantly.
“I’m going to hold you to that,” Brannal said.
Perian had no objections.
Maybe you really could fall into accidental permanence with someone and have everything you ever wanted.
Perian liked that image a lot, and he carried it with him into sleep.
Perian woke before Brannal in the morning, a little disoriented before he remembered the camping; that explained why the “bed” was so hard beneath him. He was now half lying on Brannal, and that definitely helped. Perian’s lower body was on the ground, and his cock seemed to be trying to drill a hole through the blankets.
There were other things Perian would much rather rub against.
Perian slithered down and got his hands on the prize, stroking Brannal a few times to bring him to full hardness and then swallowing him down; Brannal had teased Perian thoroughly the night before, so it was only fair that Perian got to do the teasing this morning, right?
He knew exactly when Brannal surged to wakefulness with a lovely moan, and also the moment he realized where he was and what Perian was doing; it washisturn to clench his jaw and bite his lip. He reached down, but it was definitely not to push Perian away. No, he twined his fingers into Perian’s hair and tugged, just the way Perian loved, trying to get him closer even though Perian was burying Brannal’s cock in the back of his throat. Oh, yes, he liked the other man when he was desperate, and hedidenjoy this game of trying to make Brannal make as much noise as possible while he tried to be quiet.
He actually stuffed his face in Perian’s pillow, pulling it over his head as he came. Perian swallowed eagerly and then grinned at the image of the man needing to muffle his sounds so desperately. He crawled up Brannal’s body and nudged the pillow out of the way for a kiss. Brannal flipped them around with that casual display of strength that turned Perian on so much, then wrapped his hand around Perian’s cock and brought him off with more urgency than finesse.
They sagged against one another, trading lazy kisses and basking in the happy energy of completion before Molun’s voice could be heard calling, “Breakfast. Lazy people need to get up if they want breakfast!”
Perian called back, “Lucky people are going to be a few more minutes. Breakfast is overrated.”
Therewas a chorus of laughter, and Brannal rolled his eyes but kissed Perian again, so that was all right. They did start to get ready, though, cleaning up as best they could—Brannal’s ability to summon a bit of water was very helpful for this sort of situation—and then pulling on clothing. It was a bit chilly this early in the morning, and the warmth of their exertion was wearing off.
Perian pressed a kiss to the other man’s lips. “Good morning.”
Brannal smiled and kissed him back. “Morning.”
