Page 111 of The Lost Art of Finding Where You Belong

Brannal nudged the pie plate towards Perian, who happily scooped the last of it onto his plate and devoured it.

“Sooo good,” he repeated, licking at his fork.

Brannal made a sound of agreement, but he was watching Perian’s mouth. And since this was a private parlor... Deliberately this time, Perian reached out with his tongue and carefully licked the tines of his fork.

Brannal let out a soft groan of sound.

“See something you like?” Perian asked.

“Very much.”

“Why don’t you come over here and take it?”

The table proved to be very sturdy, which it occurred to Perian to be grateful for only after Brannal had fucked him over it.

“What would we have done if we broke the table?” he asked.

Brannal snorted. “Asked for another.”

Perian threw him a look.

“Well, we aren’t going to eat on the floor, are we?” Brannal said with calm logic.

“But what aboutthistable?”

“Firewood, probably, unless it could be mended. I suppose it would depend on how spectacularly we broke it.” He leered a little at Perian, making him laugh. “I’d pay to replace it, ofcourse.”

“I don’t want to be those obnoxious guests that innkeepers just wish would leave.”

He didn’t want to be an inconvenience.

Brannal pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade. “I don’t think we’re likely to do anything that would warrant so much dislike. And I’m paying to ensure we’re well cared for. You don’t need to worry.”

Perian nodded, reassured. “Because I’m pretty sure my come is all over the carpet, and that’s kind of gross if you’re the one who has to clean it up.”

Brannal laughed. “You want to wipe it up, don’t you?”

“Yes, please!” Perian said with relief.

They mopped it up as best they could with the napkins from dinner.

“Thanks,” Perian said. “I know that’s silly.”

“Making you comfortable is never silly,” Brannal assured him, sounding entirely earnest.

Perian climbed into his lap, and Brannal wrapped his arms around him, and they just sat there for a few minutes, finishing their tea. True to the innkeeper’s words, they weren’t bothered again, though the staff might have wondered what was going on and when they could come and clean the room.

They finished their tea eventually, and they managed to tidy themselves up so they looked presentable enough to head up to their rooms.

“Do you care?” Brannal asked, bemused.

Perian shot him a look. “What if there arechildrenin the inn? We don’t need to scar any children, Brannal, really!”

Brannal laughed.

They headed up to their room, where Perian discovered Brannal was an even better planner and surprise-giver than Perian had given him credit for, because the bedroom wasfull of their clothes.

He whirled to the other man.

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