And just like that, the focus snapped back to making sure that the pretty man was all right. He looked a little bemused—and maybe a little upset—when he wound up with one of them on either side of him leading him off the dance floor.
“I’m not an invalid!” he said mulishly. He frowned. “Iaman invalid, and it’s infuriating.”
Trill said, “You don’t want to be laid out on your bed while I ride your cock?”
The pretty man blinked at him, desire spiked in the air, and he said intently, “I definitely want that.”
Arvus leaned in and kissed the side of his head. “So let’s go do that, baby. We always wanted to bring him home.”
Trill pressed another thin stream of energy into the side he was touching. Arvus had made sure that he was on the pretty man’s injured side, but Trill could still direct the energy from this side. And Arvus was obviously stronger—he needed to be on the injured side in case the pretty man actually had trouble with his leg.
They made it out of the pub and began the walk back to the castle at a slow and steady pace to accommodate the pretty man’s limp. Thankfully, it wasn’t as pronounced as Trill had seen before, and he was glad.
“What’s your name?” the pretty man asked.
“I’m Trill. Well, Trillad. But everyone calls me Trill.”
The pretty man smiled. “It suits you.”
Trill had always thought so.
“I’m Arvus,” the big man said from the other side of the pretty man. “And this is Molun.”
Molun. What a nice name.
“Nice to meet you,” Trill said. He grinned. “I’m really looking forward to this.”
Molun laughed. It was a beautiful sound. “We’re glad.”
“When I saw you with that other man a few days ago, I wished that it was me,” Trill confessed.
“Why didn’t you come over?” Arvus asked.
Trill shook his head. “Oh, no. You picked him. If you changed your minds and picked me instead, imagine how he would have felt. You chose him, and he deserved to enjoy a night with you.”
Molun’s hand tightened around his waist. “You’re very sweet. And you were very patient.”
Trill shrugged. “I see lots of pretty people. You are two of the prettiest. But that doesn’t mean that I’ll ever get to be yours. I would never want to get between you.” He flashed them a grin. “Well, apart from in the obvious way.”
This made them both laugh, and Trill grinned, pleased with himself.
They stopped at the entrance to the castle, and Trill waited until the drawbridge was lowered, hoping he wasn’t making a mistake after all.
Something of what he was feeling must have shown on his face.
“Oh.” Molun cleared his throat. “I guess we should have clarified. “Home is, uh, the castle. Surprise!”
Trill huffed an amused breath. “It was clear that you were Mage Warriors from the beginning. You showed me that water trick, remember?”
Molun grinned. “Oh, yes, so I did. But you needn’t be scared. Our bedroom is quite the normal size, promise.”
Trill laughed. “Yes, I’m looking forward to that part.”
They made it past the Warriors at the drawbridge with an inclination of the head. No one seemed surprised that Molun and Arvus had brought someone back with them, and that meant it would be entirely routine for Trill to leave in the morning. If he was really lucky, he would catch a glimpse of his uncle before he left.
He tried not to stare around himself too obviously as Molun and Arvus led him through the corridors, and then they had to climb up the stairs, which was slow and looked a little painful. Trill’s fingers itched to help. It looked like Arvus’s did, too.
“Baby,” he said.
