Page 120 of The Lost Art of Finding Where You Belong

Brannal laughed, but it turned into a groan when Perian dove back in.

(It absolutely wasn’t a foot long, but Perian was going to make sure it felt like it.)

He added his oiled fingers to the mix soon enough, working one, two, and then three in, going way slower than Brannal wanted from the sound of it, but there was no way Perian was risking hurting him. He crooked his fingers just so, and Brannal practically catapulted off the bed.

“Yeah, just like that. Just like—Oh, Perian, if you don’t stop, I’m going to—”

But Perian didnotstop, and Brannal cried out as he spurted his release onto the covers beneath him. His arms sagged, but Perian prodded at him.

“Oh, no, no, no. We’re not done yet. I want you on your hands and knees, don’t you remember?”

Brannal made a noise of protest.

“Are you saying your muscles aren’t adequate to hold upyour own bodyweight?” Perian asked with mock horror.

Brannal grumbled something that was probably a curse, but his arms and legs straightened out.

Perian thrust three fingers back in Brannal’s ass, and the man jolted.

“Very good,” Perian told him. “You’ll get hard again for me, won’t you?”

“I just came,” Brannal groaned out.

Perian stroked that sweet spot again. “I know you did. And now you’re going to get hard again so you can come with me.”

Brannal squirmed. “I’m not sure I can.”

Grinning, Perian assured him, “Oh, I think you’ll find that it’s entirely possible.”

Perian teased and nudged and massaged until Brannal did get hard again. His ass was still nice and loose, so Perian lined up his cock and pressed forward cautiously, easing himself inside, scrutinizing Brannal’s body for cues.

“How’s that feel?” Perian asked.

“Full,” Brannal said.

Just as Perian was about to ask if it was too much, Brannal wiggled his ass, pulling a gasp from both of them.

“Don’t keep me waiting.”

Perian couldn’t help but smile, but he did make sure to slow down even further, proceeding in such small increments that Brannal finally started to get impatient and to try to push back against him. Perian kept one hand on his ass and pushed back.

“Uh uh uh,” he chided. “Who’s in charge of this encounter?”

Brannal grumbled, but he also let Perian have his way, and Perian got to increase the tension more and more, until finally, even with the slowest penetration in the history of ever (Brannal’s words), he was buried as far inside Brannal as it was possible to go.

Perian was draped over his back, letting Brannal get used to the feeling even as he acclimated to the tight, perfect heat encasing him, the energy dancing between them, connecting them.

Perian loved it.

“Ready for more?” he asked carefully.

“Please,” Brannal said ona groan.

Perian slowly pulled out almost all the way, until just the head of his cock remained inside, and then he slid forward once again, both of them moaning at the sensation.

“You like that?” Perian said, purely because he wanted to hear it.

“So much,” Brannal assured him, voice low and gravelly. “I like you filling me up.”

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