Sei nods. A good kind of nervousness flutters through him.
Marek’s fingertips press inside Sei’s bicep. Before Sei’s nervousness can build, magictinglesthrough muscle and skin.
Shock is the wrong word for it. Sei never knew Marek’s magic could be so beautifully subtle. The same power that rends the sky, focused and softened to pulse through Sei’s body.
It’s gone the next instant, leaving only an echo in Sei’s memory.
“How was that?” Marek asks.
“Strange.” Sei licks his lips. “Do it again.”
Electricity tingles lower on Sei’s arm this time. Sei squirms as much with the heat of Marek’s gaze as the sensation itself. This time, the magic lingers inside him for a moment.
“Good strange or bad strange?” Marek asks, cutting off the magic.
“Very good strange. Try it somewhere else?” Sei arches up deliberately. “Somewhere more interesting than my arm.”
“Your arm is extremely interesting.” Marek presses a kiss against the tingling spot on Sei’s bicep. His fingertips skate down to Sei’s navel. “This is interesting too, though.”
The sensation hums mere inches from Sei’s aching cock. Stronger this time—either stronger magic, or Sei’s growing arousal feeding off of it. He rocks up, tossing his head back, as Marek paints electricity from his stomach to his waist. His arm again, up to his shoulder. Sensation echoes after the magic stops.
Sei is more aware of his body than he’s ever been before. No meditation or balance training ever brought him so physically into himself.
Marek pinches Sei’s nipple between gentle fingers. “Does this count as interesting?”
Sei’s breath hitches. “Do it.”
“Tell me if it’s too much,” Marek says contemplatively. Almost smug with anticipation. “But I have a feeling you’re going to like this.”
Likeis far too weak a word for the sensation arcing through Sei. Sensitive flesh tingles, nerves stimulated from the inside out. The magic remains focused on that one small spot, but Sei’s own body does the rest of the work, carrying the heat to his every extremity. He bucks up involuntarily, managing to rub his cock on Marek leaning over him.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” Marek says, pinching Sei’s other nipple. “Losing control like this.”
Sei nearly passes out from how good the next pulse feels. “Oh, fuck, Marek. I could come just from this.”
“Do you want to try?” Marek asks, strained.
Sei almost says yes—then takes sympathy on Marek’s cock, still trapped by his trousers. Peeling himself from the desk with superhuman effort, Sei drapes himself over Marek in a heated kiss. “Another day, yes. Today, I’d rather come on your beautiful cock.”
“I’m lucky to have such a merciful husband.” Marek delves deep into Sei’s mouth, then pecks his cheek. He pulls away to fumble with his belt.
Feeling truly merciful, Sei fetches the half-empty jar of salve from Marek’s desk drawer. Fingering himself is a cursory endeavor, Sei’s attention stolen by faint lightning mapped across his arms. From his navel to his chest.
When Marek grasps his nipple again, Sei gives up on preparation. “Now, Marek, please. Don’t make me wait.”
“You always say that.” Marek dips his fingers in the salve, then closes the jar and sets it on the edge of the desk. “When have I ever actually made you wait in bed?”
“I’m waiting right now,” Sei complains. “You’re still not inside—ah!”
The desk rattles. The salve clunks to the floor and rolls away. Marek surges into Sei’s body like he belongs there.
Sex with Marek will never stop overwhelming Sei. Not just the sheer physicality, so much touch after a lifetime of so little. Marek himself is so captivating. The way his entire body strains towards Sei. The way Marek never looks away, even for a moment, because he’s clearly just as enthralled as Sei.
All right. The physical aspect is overwhelming too. Sei’s legs tighten around Marek’s hips, and he breathes through his body’s adjustment.
Marek braces himself on the desk, which shoves him even deeper inside. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Sei says dazedly. “Could you move now?”
