Page 52 of The Lost Art of Finding Where You Belong

“Yeah?” Perian said, just to be sure.

They both nodded, and Molun said, sounding a bit incredulous, “Were you not here yesterday? That wasso hot.”

Perian could only laugh and nod because he absolutely agreed.

“Whatever you want,” he invited. “I’d like to watch whatever you’d like to show me.”

Like yesterday, they went to get ready while Perian went to get comfortable in the armchair. It was entirely worth the wait. Today, Arvus stretched out naked on the rug in front of the fire, beautiful body entirely on display. Molun, equally naked, knelt betweenhis legs and sucked him off until Arvus arched off the floor, pulsing down Molun’s throat. Then it was Molun’s turn, and he was on his hands and knees, ass up, face pressed into the rug while Arvus knelt between his thighs, spread his cheeks, and ate him out like he was starving, until Molun groaned and spurted onto the carpet, coming untouched, an orgasm that Perian echoed, furiously milking himself, splashing come all across his hand and thighs and chest.

Only then it got even better, because Arvus had had time to recover, and as Molun lay there, lax and blissful, Arvus lined up his cock and slid into him, fucking himself to another orgasm. Perian let out a strangled sound, head flopping back against the chair as he took in the two of them, the satisfaction coming off of them in waves.

He felt ever-so-slightly more functional than yesterday evening, and he managed to take the cloth Arvus handed him after he got Molun cleaned up and bundled off to bed. Then Arvus was there again, smearing ointment and re-wrapping Perian’s arm.

“Do you want to be carried again?” he asked.

Perian admitted, “I really don’t need to be.”

Arvus correctly interpreted that and scooped him into his arms once more. Perian leaned his head against the other man’s chest.

“You’re really good at caring for people,” Perian told him.

He could hear the smile in Arvus’s voice as he said quietly, “Thank you. I’m very grateful to have people to care about.”

And then they were settling in the bed once again, Perian wrapped in and around two men who had figured out how to be together in a way that worked so well for them.

Waking up between Molun and Arvus didn’t exactly feelnormal, but it wasn’t weird now, either. Perian couldn’t wait until Brannal was back, but this cozy connection settled something inside him.

Molun still managed to convince them he should have a few more minutes in bed, and Arvus indulged him and made sure Perian’s wound still looked all right. Perian decidedthat it made sense to leave it clean and unwrapped and head to the doctor’s to have her look at it without them going through the trouble of wrapping it again.

“You sure?” Arvus asked.

Perian nodded. “I’m just going to have breakfast and a cup of tea, and then I’ll head to the doctor’s.”

He assured them both he would be fine and then went off to do what he’d said, cleaning up for the day, eating breakfast, and drinking his tea. Only two more days, and then he could do this with Brannal again, and that would be even better.

Breakfast finished, he grabbed up his shirt and carefully pulled it on but didn’t bother to tuck it in, grabbed his vest and coat but just folded them over his good arm, and headed for the doctor’s. He’d never been so early before, but she was there, just like always, and she smiled when she saw him.

“Ah, Perian, I was wondering when I’d see you.”

“Thought I should come right away before I applied salve for the day.” He offered a sheepish grin. “Or possibly got distracted and forgot.”

She laughed. “Come, sit, and let me take a look at you.”

So he shrugged out of his shirt and came and sat down as directed. She washed her hands and then came to look at the wound, peering at it closely, fingers gentle as they touched his skin.

“It looks like it’s healing very well,” she pronounced after a moment. “While this is by no means a recommendation to get hurt again, you seem to be one of those lucky individuals who heals more quickly than the average.”

Perian laughed. “I’m grateful, but I’ll definitely try not to take advantage of it.”

She nodded, reapplied the salve, and wrapped the wound once more.

“You can leave off the tonic unless you find the pain is not being managed well enough by the salve. No more than two a day.”

“I think I’ll be fine without it,” Perian assured her. “I’m aware the wound is there, but it’s more a sort of… distant ache?”

She nodded. “Continue with the salve and bandages. There’s a reduced risk of it getting infected compared to the first several days, but it’s still very real. You don’t want me to have to cut the stitches, drain the wound, and have to start all over from the beginning.”

Perian made a horrified face. “No, I definitely don’t want you to do that. Wrapping and salve. Every day. Promise!”

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