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It still felt overwhelming to walk in public with his hand wrapped around Ryneth’s reluctant one. To pull him out there for everyone to see.

It felt fucking great.

Especially here, as they entered the house and made their way toward the kitchen. The sound of laughter welcomed them even before they reached it, together with the smell of fresh bread and syrup.

Daven inhaled the scent and groaned. Good Light, nothing beat the sweet buns, especially when they were still warm. “I hope you’re hungry. I know I am.”

He wanted to head farther, but suddenly Ryneth stopped. “Wait.” Pulling on Daven’s hand, he made him bump into his back. Heat climbed high on his cheekbones.

“Yes? You not hungry, baby?”

“I am—it’s just…” Ryneth’s cheeks reddened further, but his glare was feral.

Daven wondered if the other man was thinking about what had just happened back home. Under the shower. About Ryneth on his knees, flushed and shaken, and now expected to walk straight into a crowded kitchen like nothing had happened.

“I just need a minute,” Ryneth bit out. “Give me one.”

“Sure. I can even give you ten. Especially if you stay this close.” He pulled Ryneth in until their foreheads touched and their chests pressed flush. “You’re still on my tongue, aethera. So sweet.”

Ryneth shoved him, then caught at his shirt and pulled him back in. “This is not funny,” he hissed, voice tight and breathless.

“You’re right.” Daven’s grip tightened, and as he pushed Ryneth against the wall, he leaned in to nibble on Ryneth’s earlobe, mumbling, “Not funny. But it does feel good, doesn’t it?”

“Stop it, you ass. We’re outside your cousin’s kitchen.”

“Then talk to me. Before someone sees us.” Daven pulled back just enough to look at him, but not enough to let go.

“It’s just that I—” Ryneth shrugged, but the color in his cheeks deepened and he clamped his mouth shut. “Nothing.”

Good Light, he made no sense.

“You what?”

Ryneth shook his head, then gave him another shove. “Never mind. Just get off of me, and don’t touch me when we’re in there.”

So that was what this was about? Was Ryneth embarrassed to be seen with him?

Daven didn’t like that one bit.

“So you’re saying you don’t want me to hold your hand in there?” His teeth clamped down on Ryneth’s earlobe and he bit, half annoyed and half turned on. After all, he always liked a fight.

“Stop it, Daven.”

“Perhaps I should put my hand here instead?” Daven’s hand slid over Ryneth’s shirt, down to his groin. “Hm. You’re already hard for me. Want me to suck you again? Drop to my knees here for you for the whole fucking world to see?”

“Stop it, asshole,” Ryneth panted.

“You know what I think?” Daven gave his cock a little squeeze, grinning when the other man hissed. “I think I should perhaps use that pretty mouth more often. Pull you on my dick and just leave you there, by my chair, like a good, obedient puppy. You think you can be obedient, baby? Just for once.”

“Fuck off.”

Daven was thrown back with unexpected force. The static caught him before he could smother it, blue heat cracking over his hands and forearm hard enough to sting. “Ouch. Now I get it. You want it, don’t you? The more I speak the truth, the harder you fight me.”

Ryneth gave him a pointed look, opening his mouth as if he wanted to say something. But before he could, there was commotion at the kitchen opening.

“There they are!” Helianth peeked his head around the corner. He blinked when he caught Daven’s burned shirt. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Nope. Not at all.” Grabbing Ryneth’s hand, he pressed a kiss on his palm. “We were just making up. Now, let’s eat, baby. I bet you’re starving.”