“What?” Cormal asked.
Kinan’s eyes darted to his and then away again.
Cormal’s fingers tightened briefly on Kinan’s, loving that he could actually do that.
“What?” he asked again.
Kinan cleared his throat, still not looking at Cormal. “Can I… touch you?”
For a moment, Cormal didn’t understand, since they’d been touching one another since the moment they’d realized they could.
Ah.
He almost laughed, but he didn’t want to be misunderstood. Voice low, he said, “Kinan, you can touch me anywhere you want.”
Kinan’s eyes flew to his. “It’s not weird?”
“It’s not weird at all,” Cormal confirmed smoothly.
It was alittleweird, but that was completely overshadowed by the fact that it was Kinan, able to touch Cormal for the first time since they’d started this relationship. Cormal could already feel himself responding to the idea of Kinan getting his hands on him.
Kinan still looked uncertain, so Cormal took matters into his own hands—ha!—and undid his trousers, stripping out of them, his underclothes, and then his shirt as well.
Kinan stared at his cock very fixedly. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it before, but Cormal knew this was different.
Swallowing visibly, Kinan reached out with a hand that trembled, like Cormal was a wild animal who was maybe going to bite. Cormal did his best to breathe calmly and let Kinan experiment.
Slowly, so slowly, Kinan ran one finger up the length of Cormal’s cock. Cormal shuddered. Kinan’s eyes flew to his face, and whatever he saw there, he apparently liked, because his whole body relaxed, and his touch became more certain, although he was still using his fingers to tease.
Cormal hadn’t thought anything as simple as this could feel so amazing, just scant fingertips brushing over his highly sensitiveskin. It took more work than he expected to keep his hips from thrusting up to try to chase after the incredible touch.
Kinan traced the head of Cormal’s cock, stroked down the vein on the underside, and ran his fingers over what felt like every inch of Cormal’s skin, like he wanted to learn his cock by touch alone.
Cormal was quivering by the end of it, cock achingly hard, pre-come leaking from the tip. So then, of course, Kinan had to smear the liquid around, wrap his hand around Cormal’s length, and stroke up the length of him.
Cormal tried to stifle his moans, but Kinan said, “Let me hear you, please,” and so Cormal let all the noises fall from his lips, begging for more but also not wanting this sweet torture to end.
Kinan used his other hand to fondle Cormal’s balls, and Cormal managed to gasp out a warning that he wasn’t going to last long. Kinan just pumped faster. With a cry, Cormal climaxed, muscles tensing, cock spurting. Kinan pumped him through it, gaze avid and hungry.
“Oh, wow,” he said.
Feeling sated and lethargic in the best possible way, Cormal nevertheless managed to urge, “You, too.”
Kinan tugged out his own erection, and it only took a handful of thrusts before he was coming, though his spend disappeared before it could touch Cormal, just like it always had.
They managed to clean Cormal up with a towel—because of course Perian’s bedrooms had plenty of towels for clean-up—and then curled up together as best they could, hands clasped again, because that was something they could do now.
In the morning, they found the ability had already faded, and they could no longer touch.
Chapter Thirty
Trill
At breakfast, it was clear to see what Cormal and the Prince had been up to before the ability to touch had apparently faded; Trill and Perian exchanged glances but didn’t say anything. Trill had long been aware that not everyone was as eager to share their sexual exploits as he was.
“I think we’re all concerned about what happened at the end,” Perian said carefully. “There was a moment where we couldn’t see you.”
“Your energy dimmed a great deal,” Trill agreed.
