“Oh. Um…” Nelson picked up the book and flipped until he found the proper page. “I asked Merlin to find something about Manannán mac Lir.”
“Man-uh-nonmac leer,” Nox corrected Nelson’s pronunciation as he checked the book’s spine. “Folk-Lore of The Isle of Man,” he read and hummed in approval. “Manannán is pretty badass.”
“Is he…?” Nelson cleared his throat suggestively.
“Real? Awake?” Nox confirmed but shook his head. “Not that I’m aware of. Not that I necessarily would be, if he was.”
“Right. But Manannán is like Poseidon?4?”
Nox couldn’t help smiling fondly and hoping there was a Manannán out there. “Sort of. But he’s also the guardian of our resting places. He’s said to be in the mist that rolls over Ireland, curling around our mounds and stones, protecting and blessingthem with his grace until the sun rises and gifts us with a new day.”
“That’s…what this says, but not quite as…nice,” Nelson said and started to close the book.
“Not so fast! We had a deal,” Nox reminded him, purring as he kicked away the covers and shifted so he was between Nelson’s thighs. He hugged Nelson’s middle and made a contented sound as he got comfortable, resting his chin in Nelson’s navel. “It’s story time!” he announced excitedly.
“Fine. I don’t know why you call it that, though. We never read more than a paragraph or two.”
“True…” Nox conceded and placed a kiss on Nelson’s skin. “We could call it the see-how-many-words-Nelson-can-read-with-Nox’s-lips-around-his-dick challenge but that’s a mouthful!” He waited to see if Nelson would get it and crack a smile but he just blinked back at Nox. “Because you’re a mouthful,” he whispered. “Get it?”
“I guess story time works.”
“You know it does! Now, get to reading,” Nox ordered, licking between Nelson’s abs.
Nelson made a weary, suffering sound but complied, calmly and steadily reciting a sentence while Nox scooted lower. He opened wide and lapped at Nelson’s semi-hard cock, wrapping his lips around it and sucking as he listened. Fingers sifted through his hair, scratching affectionately as Nelson read out loud and setting Nox’s soul alight.Nothingcould be more sensual or stir Nox’s soul the way this could. Loving Nelson with his mouth, tasting him as he learned was bliss and a kink Nox hadn’t known he needed.
“The Druids called him ‘the Son of the Sea…’”Nelson paused, swearing as he opened the bedside table and passed a jar of lube to Nox.
He was hard and Nox knew that Nelson could feel how aroused he was. For Nelson, that waseverything, when it came to sex. His own arousal was a passive, quieter force that Nelson preferred to keep at a low simmer when they were intimate so he could feel Nox’s arousal building. Through Nox, Nelson gloried in the wilder, more intense heat of his desires and the hot, vivid rush of Nox’s orgasms.
“Don’t stop,” Nox crooned against the head of Nelson’s cock while sliding two slick fingers into his own ass. He moaned as they twisted and stretched, opening himself up as he sucked and slurped, getting Nelson good and wet.
Once Nox was ready, he rose on his knees and got into position, making Nelson lose his place again. “Nox!” he groaned as Nox guided the head to his hole and sank all the way down. “Are we done with thi—” he went to drop the book on the bedside table but Nox stopped him.
“Keep going,” he commanded and leaned back so he could brace his hands on Nelson’s thighs. He rocked his hips, grinding his prostate against the base of Nelson’s cock and let out a ragged whimper. “Gods, that’s good! I’m not gonna last long.”
Nelson answered with a strained grunt, one hand locking around Nox’s hip as the other maintained an iron grip on the book. He bucked his hips, filling Nox to the hilt and lifting him off the bed.
“Oh, Nelson! Don’t stop reading!” he begged and rocked faster.
“‘He was the first ruler of Mann,’” Nelson ground out, his fingertips digging into Nox’s flesh and driving him even wilder.
“Yes…!” Nox pinched his nipple and squeezed tighter around Nelson, gasping in delight as every nerve in his body flared and sparked. The pressure winding tighter and tighter in his core was exhilarating and excruciating as Nelson mumbled bits of sentences and Nox’s name. “I’m so, so close!” Nox cried out andreached for his cock for relief but was thrown onto his back as the book toppled off the bed and onto the rug.
“Now,” Nelson commanded, pinning Nox to the bed as their hands connected and interlocked. Their palms were pressed together, above Nox’s head, and Nelson was ruthless, driving harder and faster with every thrust of his hips.
“Gods! Yes!” Nox screamed in ecstasy, shattering into a million embers as heat and pleasure burst from his core.
Nelson followed a heartbeat later, sobbing Nox’s name as he jerked and shivered, then crashed onto the mattress next to him. They were breathless and laughing as their limbs tangled, kissing and stifling yawns.
“I dare him to call you boring afterthat,” Nox said with a contented hum and rubbed the tip of his nose against Nelson’s.
He responded with an embarrassed whimper. “The whole house probably heard us, but who cares? I’m boring. It’s not like it was a secret.”
Nox reared back, offended. “You arenotboring. You might not mind, but I have taste, Nelson, and I know a baddie when I see one.” Nox gave Nelson’s sternum a severe jab when he pulled a face. “I mean it! Do you know how hard it is to carry off a suit these days? No one looks at you and wonders if you’re on your way to court or a big interview. You’re just a fine-assmanin a well-tailored suit. We’re talkingclass, baby! And you’re the smartest person I’ve ever met.”
“Merlin knows…everything, probably,” Nelson argued but Nox shook his head.
“Probably, and it has yet to make him smart. Clancy is a professor and knows everything too but I don’t think he’s as wise as you.”
