Trill squeezed his hand. “I promise I can come up with good things to do in the bedroom, too.”
Molun laughed, and desire sparked again, sharp and delicious. “I’m sure you can. And don’t think I’ve forgotten that you promised to ride me.”
Trill grinned at him.
They made it out of the stairs and down the corridor without running into anyone. (Might they have managed the stairs after all? It wasprobablynot worth the risk.)
Trill opened the door when Molun pointed, and then he was inside what proved to be a beautiful-looking sitting room. There were shelves full of books, a table with four chairs, and super comfy-looking armchairs by the big fireplace. Plus, the room was full of plants, and a painting of the sea hung over the fireplace.
It actually affordedlotsof excellent locations for sex, but since he wanted to make Molun forget that he’d ever felt held back by his leg, Trill looked around and then pointed.
“Bedroom?”
Molun grinned. “You sound eager.”
Trill matched the smile. “Do you know how many nights I imagined bouncing on your cock?”
The arousal spiked so sharply in the air that Trill could almost taste it even while actively tryingnotto do so.
“I want you naked and on the bed in ten seconds,” Molun said, voice low.
Trill stripped off his vest and shirt as he kicked off his boots. He unfastened and shucked his trousers and underclothes amoment later, and then he was crawling onto the beautiful big bed. Truly, it was one of the nicest beds he’d ever laid on. He flopped onto his back, stretching out.
“Oh, wow, this is really nice.”
They were both staring at him, he realized, not the bed. He grinned, arranging himself more deliberately now.
“See something you like?”
Chapter Eight
Trill
It took a little bit more time for Molun to get undressed, because he couldn’t fling everything off, and of course, Arvus hadn’t tried to do anything of the sort while he was carrying his partner. There was still a trace of frustration on Molun’s face, like every time he was reminded of something he’d been able todo before but wasn’t able to do now, it pained him. That was perfectly normal, Trill supposed. No one wanted to be restricted.
He saw that look on Yannoma’s face a lot, and he always did his best to make her forget it. He wanted to make Molun forget it now, as much as he could. So Trill stroked his cock and made happy noises of pleasure as he watched the two of them undress.
“You’re teases,” he told them.
Molun’s fingers faltered for a moment, and then he seemed to make the deliberate decision to slow down and do exactly that.
“What, you want us to strip off our clothes and leap on you?”
Trill hummed another happy noise. “Oh, so much.”
He’d never been with anyone who had so many layers to take off. Sure, he’d been with the well-to-do with their coats and vests and shirts, but Mage Warriors had leathers on their arms and shoulders that had to be removed, then a leather vest, then a padded tunic, and finally a shirt.
Molun tugged up his shirt a little to reveal a flash of toned skin. Trill made a sound of eagerness that was probably embarrassing, but he didn’t care, especially because it made Molun smile.
“Oh, you like that,” he said, his own hand brushing over his skin. “You want to touch?”
Trill nodded eagerly. Molun tugged the shirt a little bit higher, and then Arvus was there, sliding his hand over Molun’s skin, his eyes heated and warm, and Trill could see gratitude in them, not just lust.
“Maybe I want to touch. Maybe Trill needs to wait his turn.”
Molun leaned back against his partner, relaxing into him and letting his own hand fall away as Arvus took over, sliding over those inches of beautiful skin that had been revealed.
Trill made another needy, wanting noise as Arvus’s hand rose higher, and Molun shivered as Arvus pinched a nipple beneaththe cloth. Trill rubbed over his own nipple and made another strained sound of want.
