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“Nothing’s better than this,” he said.

“Nothing?” Brannal asked with amusement.

Perian shook his head. “I mean, I guess a lot of things are equally good because I enjoy so many things with you, but this is totally awesome. You are the comfiest ever, and your cock is one of my favorite things, especially when it’s pressed against my ass. Or in my ass. Or my mouth. Or my hands. Or your hands. Or rubbing against me. I’m not that picky.”

Brannal laughed at the litany of choices. “Agreed.”

“Would you like my cock in your ass?” Perian asked curiously. “Because it’s not a configuration we’ve talked about.”

Brannal went still against him, but said easily enough, “But you’d like to fuck me?”

“Only if you’d like me to.”

Clearing his throat, Brannal admitted, “If I’m being perfectly honest, it’s not actually something I’ve done before.”

“We don’t have to,” Perian conceded immediately. “Not if you’re not comfortable with it.”

Rocking up against him, so Perian could feel how hard his cock still was, Brannal said, “Does this feel like I’m not comfortable with it?”

Perian huffed out a laugh. “Nice try, but physical reactions are not the same as emotional or mental ones.”

Brannal sighed, the breath brushing past Perian’s ear. His arms tightened around Perian. “That’s true. I’ve always just… topped. If I’m being brutally honest, I hadn’t had a lot of sex in years before you showed up.”

Since “I guessed as much” was unlikely to be seen as a flattering observation, Perian kept his mouth shut.

“People expect me to top, and I enjoy it. But none of those encounters were anything like this relationship, and it’s something I’d like to explore with you.”

Twisting so he could actually see Brannal’s face, he asked, “You’re sure? You’re not just saying that?”

“I’m not,” Brannal assured him. “Would you like to fuck me, Perian?”

And he could only grin. “Yes, please. But maybe not in the bath.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Brannal grinned at him. “We can definitely get out of the bath.”

“But we should finish enjoying it first,” Perian said.

“You sure?”

Perian nodded and settled back against all those amazing muscles. “They went to all the trouble of getting the water up here. I mean, unless you’re telling me there is a tiny window of opportunity, and I had better seize my moment now.”

Brannal pressed a kiss to the side of Perian’s head and curled an arm around him.

“You are welcome to fuck me as often as you like.”

Perian settled more firmly against him. “Assuming you like it.”

“Assuming I like it,” Brannal agreed. “But you’re going to make it good for me, aren’t you?”

“So good,” he confirmed fervently.

It would be Perian’s mission to make it thebest encounter ever.

They enjoyed the hot water, got themselves clean, and climbed out as the water was finally cooling. By the time they toweled themselves off, they were getting hungry again, so they dressed casually and had dinner in the parlor. They didn’t linger, though.

Back in their room, Perian said, “Are you sure you—” and Brannal tugged him into his arms and kissed him so thoroughly that Perian melted against him and kind of forgot he’d been speaking. When Brannal finally drew back so they could breathe, he looked Perian right in the eye and said, “Fuck me, please.”

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