“Do you want to dance with us?” he asked.
“Yes, please,” Trill breathed. “You’re so—”
But he cut off abruptly as he remembered. The last time he’d talked about pretty people, he’d made the man sad.
“You’re very pretty,” the man said, lips tipping up, eyes bright. It seemed like he remembered, too, and tonight, thank goodness, he sounded all right about it. Instead, with a beguiling smile, he requested, “Come here. I can’t move like I used to, so you need to be close.”
“I’ll get as close as you want,” Trill promised.
Those beautiful blue eyes flashed, and then Trill was pressed against him, chest to knees, and oh, this was everything he wanted.
Correction. Almost everything, because suddenly someone was plastered against his back, and he realized that Arvus had slipped around the pretty man, and now Trill was sandwiched between them. He brought his own hands to the pretty man’s hips, holding on carefully. He would make sure the man didn’t move too much, that he wasn’t hurt. Trill pushed another thread of energy to the leg, imagining the pain wisping away to nothing.
The pretty man let out a hum of noise that sounded pleased, maybe a little relieved, and he leaned down to rest his head against Trill’s shoulder. Trill was a handful of inches shorter than the pretty man, and a lot shorter than Arvus.
Arvus tightened his grip on both of them, his hands coming round to touch the pretty man too, and Trill was completely encased in them.
Arvus leaned down to press a kiss to the pretty man’s head, and then he shifted a little and pressed a kiss to Trill’s neck as well. Trill sucked in a sharp breath and didn’t let himself pull in any of the energy that had sprung up between them. (Careful, careful, these are Mage Warriors.Yannoma was very practical, and Trill’s practical thoughts often sounded like her.)
“This all right?” Arvus’s voice was a low rumble.
Trill sounded breathless. “So all right.”
The pretty man’s lips were now pressed against the spot where Trill’s neck and shoulder met. Trill felt the soft swipe of a tongue. He shivered, felt that bite of arousal swell in the air, and carefully didn’t let himself draw it in, just let himself feel it, telling him without him needing to ask just how much the two of them were enjoying this.
“Yeah?” the pretty man’s voice was soft, teasing. He licked again with his tongue, nibbled a little on Trill’s skin.
Trill shivered again, and he could feel the pretty man’s lips tip up into a smile against his neck.
“Yes,” Trill said. “I hoped you’d want me. I wanted you.”
Another smile. “Is that why you kept visiting?”
Trill shrugged. “You’re so pretty. But I didn’t want to interfere. Only then I saw—”
A roll of the hips, bringing him into close contact with a hard bulge that matched his own. Arvus pressed closer, another hard length pressing deliciously against him.
“Saw what?” the pretty man prompted when Trill lost his words.
“Saw you choose someone else. So I hoped that maybe you’d want to play with me.”
They were barely swaying to the music, but Trill was trapped deliciously between their two hard bodies, and it was—almost—everything he wanted.
The pretty man lifted his head, which was a loss, except that his bright blue eyes looked straight into Trill’s green ones.
“Oh, we definitely want to play, don’t we, Arvus?”
“We certainly do, baby.”
A thrill ran through him. Yes, this was so very much what Trill wanted, and maybe Yannoma was right, and sometimes you reallyshouldbe patient.
“Will you come home with us?” Arvus asked, voice low and rough.
Trill nodded enthusiastically, words momentarily deserting him in the face of his urgent need. He wanted so much to go home with them. To the castle. Full of Mage Warriors and Warriors. But maybe also his uncle… though probably not in their bedroom. It was fine. Probably. Unless it wasn’t. But given the way the two of them felt right now, that hot tide of desire, even if Trill wasn’t going to let himself taste it, he was sure it would be worth it.
The pretty man bucked his hips forward again, and Arvus didn’t move his own, meaning that Trill was ground deliciously against the pretty man’s cock. He let out a moan which made the pretty man make an answering needy sound.
“All right, all right,” the pretty man said. “No more teasing, or we’re not going to make it home, and I definitely can’t handle the back of the pub like I used to.”
