That was all it took; Kinan did exactly as Cormal had asked, hips thrusting abruptly, whole body going taut as his cock spurted creamy liquid that… disappeared. Cormal looked down, but there was no trace of anything. Maybe that was just as well, but Cormal had kind of been hoping for… something. Maybe a tangible record of what they’d done.
He wanted everything, and while he wasn’t ever going to get that, he was sure he could be content with moments like these. Kinan’s eyes were closed now, his body slumped back against the chair, his hand still on his cock, not moving. Slowly, his heaving breaths slowed.
He opened his eyes. He looked kind of stunned and kind of… sated, just as Cormal would wish for him.
“Wow,” Kinan said, and then looked embarrassed.
“I hope you enjoyed that,” Cormal said softly.
“How could I possibly not have enjoyed it?” Kinan scoffed. Then his face fell. “But I didn’t get to do anything for you.”
“Are you kidding me?” Cormal huffed a breath. “That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever had the privilege of witnessing. It absolutely worked for me.”
A shy smile lifted the corner of Kinan’s mouth. “Yeah?”
“Absolutely,” Cormal answered truthfully.
“I’m glad,” Kinan said softly.
He seemed suddenly to realize that he was still draped there, a beautiful sated mess, and he started to tuck himself away. Cormal just watched, because he could hardly beg the man to remain a perfectly debauched mess forever.
Once he was tucked back into his trousers, Kinan said, “I really—That was really great, thank you.”
“Thankyou,” Cormal assured him.
Kinan bit his lip, looked away, and then his gaze skittered up to Cormal’s again.
“Would you… maybe want to do it again sometime?”
Cormal almost laughed, except that he knew that would be misunderstood. This was no doubt a terrible, terrible idea, but there was only one possible answer.
“I’d enjoy that very much.”
Kinan went almost boneless with relief, and Cormal wished desperately that he could press a kiss to that pretty mouth—that he could cover his face with kisses and reassure him with soft touches just how much he wanted this.
Instead, he’d do his best to make up for it in other ways.
Between one blink and the next, Kinan was fully dressed again.
“How does that work?” Cormal couldn’t help but ask.
Kinan shook his head. “I still don’t know. I’m usually in a sleeping outfit at bedtime. My clothes grew with me as I got older. I’ve never been able to change them consciously before, like if I wanted another style or color. But apparently, Icantake the shirt off. I never… I never actually did that before. But Iwanted—” He broke off again, shrugged once more, and managed to sound more controlled when he spoke again. “I thought I went through every phase of wanting things.” He swallowed visibly and met Cormal’s eyes again. “But it was worth it, being able to do itnow, when I really needed to.”
A full-body shiver ran through Cormal, and he couldn’t look away from those big, soulful eyes full of so muchwanting.
“It was exquisite to watch,” Cormal assured him.
Kinan smiled at him, eyes soft and… fond. Cormal would say fond, because he didn’t think he should try to put any other word to it. That would be evenmoreunwise.
Cormal made his mouth move. “I should probably get to bed. Lots to do tomorrow.”
Kinan nodded and rose to his feet. “Oh, yes, of course.”
This was definitely when Cormal would normally touch someone for reassurance. Since he couldn’t do that, he stepped right up to Kinan and did his best to cup his face.
“Thank you so much for this. It was wonderful.”
Kinan covered his hands with his own, fingers hovering over Cormal’s. His eyes were a little bit glassy, but his smile was more genuine.
