Page 61 of Labor of Love

Kissing Bracken was just like Tanner remembered.

The fae’s soft lips were as pliant as ever. His mouth still tasted of spiced honey. And he still melted just as soon as Tanner got hold of him, those tense, regal muscles of his loosening as he fell into Tanner’s body, opening his mouth eagerly, letting Tanner take what he wanted from him.

“There we are,” Tanner murmured when they finally came up for air. He pressed more soft, teasing kisses to Bracken’s cheeks, his forehead, his eyebrows. “That’s better, hm?”

“Don’t patronize me,” Bracken ordered, but for once there was no bite to it. In fact, he was already tilting his mouth up to be kissed again.

“I’m not,” Tanner soothed. “I’ve been dying to kiss you.”

“And yet?—”

Tanner laughed. “And yet I’m not a corpse upon the floor,” he finished for the fae. “And we should be glad. I have many, many plans for you, and if I was dead, I couldn’t get to a single one of them.”

“Plans?” The spiced edge to Bracken’s scent sharpened, and the honeyed edge grew richer.

“Mm. Plans.” Tanner grabbed Bracken’s hand in his. “Come, sweetheart.”

He led them to Bracken’s bedroom, the one Bracken had made so beautiful with his leafy plants and colorful silks. Bracken had made all of Tanner’s home beautiful, in fact, somehow blending their two aesthetics in a way that worked remarkably well. Dark wood with bright accents. Rich greenery cast in soft, warm lighting.

Tanner sat Bracken gently on the edge of his bed and undid the tie to that scandalous silk robe. Tanner’s breath caught at the beauty that was revealed.

So much delicious golden skin, soft and glowing, with matching gold chains encircling Bracken’s chest and waist. The swell of his belly was enticing, though not yet big enough to hide his pretty golden cock bobbing in the air.

“So gorgeous,” Tanner breathed, his fingers dancing down Bracken’s sides. “I’ve never seen someone so gorgeous.”

Bracken preened beneath Tanner’s gaze, leaning back on his hands to display himself to an even greater advantage. Tanner traced a hand down the fae’s chest, circling his nipple, where the flesh was fuller than it had been the first time they’d joined together.

Tanner passed a long while like that, touching and petting all the places that had been forbidden before now. Bracken’s eyes grew heavy-lidded under the attention, his cock leaking and his scent growing ever richer.

But eventually the teasing became too much, and he grabbed at Tanner’s wrist, pouting. “Why are you still clothed?”

“That’s a wonderful question.”

Tanner stripped, gratified by the gleam in Bracken’s pretty green eyes and the way his breaths sped as Tanner revealed more skin to his lustful gaze. Tanner knew he wasn’t a beautiful, ethereal fae—he was a solid human man in his mid-thirties—butBracken seemed to like that fact, licking his lips when Tanner’s cock was revealed, heavy and full with arousal.

“I want it in me,” Bracken said, almost glaring at Tanner’s erection. “Now.”

“Patience,” Tanner soothed, reaching for him.

“No.” Bracken shook his head fiercely and peeled his robe from his arms, flinging it into the distance. “No more patience. No more waiting. No more respectful distance. I want that cock in me, and I want it right this second.”

Evidently Tanner hadn’t kissed Bracken hard enough, if he was still this worked up.

That was easily remedied.

Tanner stepped forward and grabbed Bracken’s face in his hands yet again, claiming his mouth with every bit of hunger inside him. Bracken immediately softened, moaning into the kiss as his hands delved into Tanner’s hair, tugging him even closer.

Gods, he tasted good. Did all of him taste this good?

There was only one way to find out.

Tanner trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses along Bracken’s sharp jaw, down to his collarbone, finally capturing one of Bracken’s plump nipples in his mouth and sucking lightly.

“Oh gods,” Bracken whimpered, holding Tanner’s head to his chest with surprising strength.

Now it was Tanner who couldn’t wait. Who needed every bit of distance between them closed.

He drew back with a frustrated groan. “On the bed, baby. Hands and knees.”

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