Perian pouted. “You said you’d give me what I wanted in bed.”
It might have been a little more convincing if he hadn’t yawned in the middle of it, but he meant it.
Brannal kissed the back of his neck, his jaw, the skin behind his ear.
“What is it you want?” Brannal’s voice was a warm whisper.
Perian rolled his hips, trying to get into contact with that hard erection that was still nudging against him.
“Want you to come,” Perian told him.
It was Brannal’s turn to roll his hips, and Perian gloried in it.
“All right, dear heart,” Brannal said. “I’ll come for you. It’s so easy to do, because you’re so sexy.”
Perian made an appreciative hum, feeling that thrum of desire spilling between them, growing as it always did.
“You make me so hard,” Brannal told him. “I just want to be inside you all the time.”
Perian smiled happily, eyes closed as he envisioned this. “We could make it work.”
“You make me want you all the time,” Brannal continued.
“Me, too,” Perian said. “I can’t really remember what it was like without you, but I didn’t like it. I want you all the time.”
“I wanted you the minute I saw you,” Brannal said, pressing kisses to his throat. “And it was dark, and you were in trouble.”
“You were the most amazing thing I’ve everseen,” Perian groaned. “I wanted you so bad.”
“But you were injured, and I couldn’t take advantage.”
Brannal was thrusting harder now, his cock rubbing against Perian’s ass, grinding against it just the way Perian loved.
“Never take advantage,” Perian told him desperately. “You’re so good to me.”
Brannal pressed a kiss to his shoulder.
“You’re so good to me, too. You always make me come.”
His hips snapped forward, and Perian moaned in satisfaction as Brannal’s come painted his skin, as the swell of Brannal’s satisfaction washed over him like the best and warmest blanket, making him come too, though that was almost an afterthought.
“So good,” Perian mumbled.
An arm wrapped around him, and a kiss was pressed to his hair.
“Sleep.”
Yeah, that was a good idea.
Perian woke because his stomach was rumbling and the bed was empty. There were smells of food coming from the sitting room, so Perian crawled out of bed, pulled on sleep trousers, used the water closet, and then emerged to find that Brannal was just pouring tea and smiling up at him.
“I was going to bring this in to you. I thought you’d better eat something.”
Perian pressed a hand to his gurgling stomach, which was astonishingly loud. Normally, it wasBrannal’s stomach that made noises, not his.
“I guess it’s been a while since I ate,” Perian agreed, sitting down and promptly consuming everything that was on his plate and then second helpings—and then thirds.
Brannal ate a much more modest repast.
