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Osiris! I’m sorry! Don’t be mad, Jace said.

I am incapable of petty emotions such as anger, the Osiris answered, sounding piqued, if not angry.

Of course, you aren’t. Jace strove hard not to roll his eyes, mentally or physically. Just tell me whatever it is that you were going to tell me before and I told you not to.

Khoth had toed off both boots and was removing his outer jacket. Just seeing more of that blue skin had a zing of desire running from Jace’s cock all the way up his spine into his skull. He, again, felt almost drunk on Khoth. It was a fabulous, slightly out of control feeling. But since he knew he was utterly safe with his Commander, he could be out of control without fear.

After the Khul attack, he should be all tense and thinking only of weapons and defense and strategies. Some part of his brain was working on that. But he needed this. Because against the horror of the Khul, he needed to remember what was good and right and wonderful with the universe. Khoth was all of those things.

Osiris, aren’t you going to tell me this non-extraneous bit of information that you wanted to before? Jace asked.

It sounded a little like pleading, but Khoth had now removed his jacket and there was only a thin, form-fitting white undershirt beneath it. The shirt clung to the Thaf’ell’s impressive physique.

And after he’s done with his shirt then he will take his pants off and I’ll get to see his cock. Or whatever he has. Which is likely different. And cool. Definitely going to be sexy, because everything about Khoth is sexy and--

I thought you wished to know what I was going to say, the Osiris interrupted his stream of lustful consciousness.

Jace almost had to shake his head to clear it as Khoth’s shirt was now off. Khoth was tossing his hair back to resettle it. Unlike when Jace took off his shirt it didn’t stand on end and point in every different direction. No, Khoth’s hair remained silky smooth rather like a horse’s mane.

Yes, please tell me! Quick, because my brain is going to fry! Jace pleaded.

I was only going to remind you that you are Altaeth, the Osiris answered.

What? Jace blinked and he was certain his eyes flashed blue as Khoth paused with his thumbs under the waistband of his pants and looked at him carefully. What does that mean, Osiris?

No answer.

Osiris????

“Is everything all right, Jace?” Khoth’s voice was in that low, sexy register it took on when they were alone like this. It had an almost gruff rumble to it.

OSIRIS?????

You will learn by experience, the Osiris whispered.

Jace blinked and focused on Khoth. “Oh, ah, yeah, everything’s ah… well…”

“If you wish to stop, Jace, we will stop.” Khoth actually reached to put his shirt back on.

“No!”

Jace grabbed it first and threw it out of the room. Khoth watched it fly through the air, hit a lamp and then slowly slide to the ground.

“Ah, Jace…” Khoth turned back to him, blinking.

“I don’t want you to put your clothes on. Like ever!” Jace stated stupidly. He winced. “I mean…”

“I know what you mean.”

Khoth actually smiled, slowly and seductively, and Jace was robbed of the ability to speak again as that zing of arousal coursed through him. That zing increased as Khoth’s hands once more went to the waistband of his trousers. Jace drew in a sharp breath as Khoth pushed them down over his groin and thighs before stepping out of them.

Khoth was naked.

Fully, totally naked.

Khoth stood up. His hands were at his sides. He was not barring Jace’s view of him. Jace found himself unable to tear his eyes away from Khoth’s face though. He really wanted to see Khoth’s cock. But was that rude? If he stared or said something unfortunate--or said nothing at all other than guh--would that be a massive Thaf’ell faux pas? Maybe he should have gotten all that info from the Osiris, or better yet, from Gehenna when she’d been with him. She wouldn’t have made him feel silly for wanting to know. Not that the Osiris made him feel silly. More that the Osiris turned it into a clinical discussion and there was nothing clinical about seeing Khoth naked.

“Do you wish to look upon me?” Khoth spread his hands to the side, offering a view of his front.