Page 114 of The Lost Art of Finding Where You Belong

“A very good morning,” Perian agreed happily.

They were on holiday together, and that meant they didn’t have to immediately get up if they didn’t want to. They lounged around in the bed until they were hard again, and this time they rubbed off on one another, grinding as they kissed and touched softly, no urgency, just a slow build to climax.

Perian leaned back with a hum of satisfaction. “I could do this every day.”

“Wedodo this every day,” Brannal pointed out. “Or very nearly.”

And Perian could only laugh. “That’s true.”

Eventually, Brannal bent over the side of the bed, and Perian was confused until he came up with the package from the night before.

“Oh!” Perian exclaimed. “I was so excited about getting a gift that I forgot about my gift!”

Brannal just chuckled, not looking at all upset, and handed it over. Perian was pleased to feel that it was soft and bendable, so it hadn’t likely been damaged by its time on the floor.

He untied the string, then carefully unfolded the paper to reveal—

He sucked in a breath as soon as he saw the satiny shimmer.

“Did you get me a robe like Molun’s?”

“Arvus mentioned you seemed to really admireit.”

Brannal had heard that and had gone out of his way to get Perian a robe of his own? One that was a burnt orange color that Perian hoped would look as fetching as Molun’s did.

He launched himself at Brannal and kissed him and kissed him, until they were both breathless from kisses and laughing.

“Thank you so much!” Perian exclaimed. “I love it!”

“You haven’t even tried it on yet,” Brannal pointed out.

Right, right, that would be the normal thing to do, wouldn’t it? He picked it up, shivering at the feel of the silken fabric against his fingertips.

He pulled the fabric out of its bundle and held it up. It really was a beautiful color, rich and warm, shining in the light.

He climbed out of bed and stood up, because he wanted Brannal to get the full experience of him wearing it. Perian’s cock was already perking up. He slid an arm through the first sleeve, sucking in a breath at the feeling of the fabric along his skin.

“Like that?” Brannal asked.

“I’m not sure why everybody doesn’t wear it every day,” Perian breathed.

“I don’t think it offersquiteas much protection as leather and sturdier fabrics,” Brannal commented with amusement.

“But this feels so good,” Perian assured him, slipping his other arm in and feeling the fabric slide up his back as it settled on his shoulders. He shivered. “Oh, it’s so lovely.”

“It certainly is.” Brannal’s voice had dropped to a low grumble, and Perian hadn’t even started putting on a show deliberately.

He reached for the two loose edges and pulled them across his torso, folding the right over the left and then finding the belt so he could tie it closed, though it left a teasing view of his chest. Plus, it was just as deliciously short on Perian as it had been on Molun. He ran his fingers down the fabric at his sides, feeling where it came to an end a scant inch or two below his ass, which meant it would cover absolutely nothing if he bent over even a little.

He turned to Brannal. “What do you think?”

“You look good enough to eat,” Brannal told him, delicious tension in his voice.

“Yeah?” Perian asked coyly. “Because when I saw Molun wearing his, I wondered what it would feel like to have somebody suck my cock through the fabric.”

Brannal was out of the bed now and stalking towards him. “Did you?”

Perian nodded.

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