Page 119 of The Lost Art of Finding Where You Belong

All Perian could do was nod.

“How would you like me?”

“In every conceivable way,” Perian assured him.

This made Brannal grin. “I’m glad to hear it. And just at this moment?”

He considered his options. He wanted to make sure Brannal was going to enjoy his first time thoroughly.

So he smiled and said, “I’d like you naked and on your hands and knees on the bed.”

Brannal proceeded to strip on his way into the bedroom, and then he was naked and arranged on all fours, ass facing Perian.

“Like this?” Brannal asked.

Perian hummed a happy sound. “Just like that.”

He began to strip out of his own clothing, walking around to the side of the bed, admiring the long stretch of Brannal’s body, the sculpted back and shoulders, the muscles bunching in his arms as he held himself up, just waiting for Perian to do something with him.

Perian pulled off his boots and finally went to work on his trousers.

Brannal was watching him with dark eyes. “You like what you see?”

“So much,” Perian assured him, voice husky. “You’re so pretty sitting there like that, just waiting for my cock.”

“You going to fill me up?” Brannal asked.

Perian suppressed a groan. Yeah, the two of them could tease quite well.

“I sure am,” he agreed. Then he winked at the other man. “When I’m good and ready.”

Brannal smiled.

Stepping out of his trousers, Perian enjoyed the way Brannal’s eyes dropped to his cock and then swept hungrily up and down his body.

Circling back round to that lovely view of Brannal’s ass, Perian climbed up onto the bed and leaned in and pressed a kiss to one cheek. Brannal startled slightly and then huffed a laugh. Perian pressed a kiss to the other cheek, admiring the smooth, well-muscled skin.

“You have a beautiful ass,” Perian told him.

“Thank you,” Brannal said, sounding amused.

Perian reached for it, giving it a squeeze. He groaned at the same time Brannal did.

“I don’t understand how you’re made of this much muscle, but it’s so awesome.”

Brannal huffed a laugh. “I’m glad you enjoy it.”

Perian ran his hands up Brannal’s cheeks beside his crack, just teasing with his thumbs. He could hear the increase in Brannal’s breathing, could almost feel the desire in the air. Gently, he pressed the cheeks apart, exposing Brannal’s hole. Oh, it was pretty. He bet it was tasty, too.

Perian leaned in and licked at it. Brannal made a strangled sound, body quivering and arousal crackling ever higher. Getting a firm grip on those beautiful ass cheeks, Perian leaned in and really went to town, licking and biting and sucking, until Brannal was coming awfully close to writhing, trying to shove his ass in Perian’s face, which was exactly what Perian wanted.

He especially loved the way Brannal reacted when Perian thrust his tongue inside of him, getting everything wet and loose.

“Fire and water, your tongue,” Brannal panted out. “Is it a foot long?”

Perian laughed, making Brannal moan and twitch.

He pulled back enough to say, “Wait until you see whatisa foot long.”

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