Page 42 of The Lost Art of Finding Where You Belong

“What?”

Perian kind of gestured at his bottom half.

Arvus smirked when he realized what Perian meant.

“You can see it again later.”

Perian nodded. That was all right, then.

“Is it all right if I clean you up?” Arvus asked.

Perian nodded.

Arvus carefully wiped him clean, touch gentle but methodical, nothing sexual in it. It was nice to be taken care of. Arvus even remembered to spread the salve carefully over Perian’s wound and then re-wrap it.

“You’re smart,” Perian told him. “And kind. And really sexy. Thank you.”

Arvus smiled gently at him. “You’re very welcome, Perian. Now, I think you should come to bed with us, all right?”

He nodded. As long as it didn’t involve actually moving, it sounded good to him. Arvus huffed out a laugh, and then leaned close, and a moment later, Perian was in his arms.

“S’nice,” Perian said. He burrowed closer to the other man’s neck, pressing his nose into his skin. “Not as nice as Brannal, but nice.”

He felt the rumble of another laugh in Arvus’s chest. “I’m glad. Here we are.”

And sure enough, a moment later, Perian was set down on a bed where it looked like Molun was already sleeping. What a good idea. He scooted over and wrapped an arm around Molun. The bed dipped again, and a moment later, another warm body was pressed up against him from behind. So much sleepy satisfaction. So, so good.

A kiss was pressed to the top of his head.

“Sleep.”

Yes, that was a very good idea.

Perian woke feeling warm and very, very content, and after a moment, he remembered why. Although Brannal wasn’t back yet, and Perian’s arm ached, he was sandwiched between Molun and Arvus after watching them put on the most amazing show yesterday. Like, truly, it had been an honor to be able to watch it.

He just lay there, basking in the connection to the two men. He realized he could feel Arvus’s erection pressed against him again, and it weirdly just filled him with a feeling ofcontentment. They’d done something amazingly sexual the night before while respecting all of Perian’s concerns about sex without Brannal, and this morning felt like an extension of that, everything already figured out.

He lay between the two men, drifting in and out of sleep until Arvus roused behind him.

“Mm, good morning,” he said, voice rough with sleep.

“Morning,” Perian agreed.

“How are you feeling?” Arvus asked.

“The most gloriously fucked I have ever felt without actually being fucked,” Perian assured him.

Arvus laughed, and Molun squirmed in front of Perian and said, “Same. Except actually fucked. That was awesome.”

Perian grinned. “It really was.”

He was so glad they all seemed to feel the same way. It was only belatedly occurring to him that this could have been awkward, but it somehow wasn’t at all.

“We don’t have to get out of bed, do we?” Molun asked.

Arvus’s arm tightened from where it was laid across both of them.

“You present a most tempting picture, but we really do.”

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