Page 113 of The Lost Art of Finding Where You Belong

“I’m going to have to get used to having less frequent baths,” he said.

“The staff are well paid,” Brannal reminded him.

“I’m sure they are, but it’s still different from needing no assistance to have a bath whenever. We’re only having a bath if we’redirty.”

Brannal laughed. “As you wish.”

They toweled one another off, then gathered up their clothes to set them out in the sitting room, where Brannal said they’d be collected and cleaned. (Apparently, Perianhad missed all of this while they were waiting for the bath.) They padded naked into the bedroom, and Perian asked where his sleep trousers were.

“Why don’t you open this first.”

Perian turned to see Brannal holding a wrapped package.

He blinked at it. “What’s this?”

Brannal held it out. “You won’t know until you open it.”

Perian stared. “You got me a gift?”

Brannal was still holding it out. “I did.”

“But this whole visit is a gift!” Perian exclaimed, thrown. “And I didn’t get anything for you!”

Oh, no, was he a terrible partner again?

Only then Brannal tugged him into his arms and kissed him, the gift crushed between them. Perian melted into the kiss, twining his arms around Brannal’s neck.

“Your being here is gift enough for me,” Brannal assured him once they drew back to breathe. “I didn’t get you gifts because I wanted anything in return. I wanted you to have them, that’s all.”

Brannal had remembered that Perian had said he hadn’t received a gift except for Chamis’s carving since his father had died. Brannal had set this up so he was giving Periangifts.

He was already wrapped all around Brannal, but he tightened his grip and jumped, and Brannal caught his ass and held him as Perian twined his legs around Brannal’s waist and kissed him again, harder, trying to express through his body just how delighted he was by all of this.

“Thank you,” he murmured against Brannal’s lips. “Thank you so much! This is so wonderful!”

Brannal smiled at him, eyes dark with warmth and lust.

“Take me to bed,” Perian instructed.

And Brannal obeyed.

Perian woke to the glorious feeling of a mouth around his cock. He let out a sleepy murmur of pleasure and thrust into the wet heat.

“Morning,” he managed after a moment.

Brannal just kept sucking, his hands on Perian’s ass, encouraging him to thrust, so Perian obediently rocked up, chasing his release until he came in a burst of pleasure.

Brannal crawled up to kiss him. “Morning.” His eyes were gleaming. “Hungry?”

Licking his lips, Perian assured him, “Very.”

Brannal straddled his chest and fed him his cock, and Perian eagerly swallowed him down, using all the tricks he knew, lips and tongue, fingers teasing balls, to make Brannal come.

“That’s a lovely way to wake up,” he said once his mouth was free.

Brannal rearranged them so they could cuddle.

“Good morning,” he said.

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