Page 59 of The Lost Art of Finding Where You Belong

Molun, Arvus, and Nisal headed back towards their rooms, and Nisal said they’d leave them to it.

“Do you think I should be spending more time with Nisal?” Perian asked when the three of them were back in Molun and Arvus’s rooms. “I don’t want them to think I’m suddenly carrying on with you two and don’t care about them.”

Molun laughed.

Arvus, more helpfully, said, “No, I don’t think you need to be concerned. They clearly like you, and they’re not interested in what we’re doing.”

“No spark?” Perian asked.

They stared at him, so he explained his discussion with Nisal.

“No spark,” Arvus confirmed, sounding amused.

“Unlikeus,” Molun pronounced warmly. “We could start a fire, couldn’t we?”

“We sure could,” Perian agreed.

“So much that we need to express it tonight?” Molun askedhopefully.

Arvus clucked his tongue.

“That was just a question,” Molun pointed out.

Perian snorted a laugh. “No, that’s fine. And in the spirit of full disclosure, as soon as Brannal is back, nobody but the Queen is getting between him and me, so I’m not totally sure when I’m going to see the two of you again.”

Molun looked completely satisfied. “So we should be seizing our moment while we can, right?”

Arvus looked more indulgent and amused than anything else, and it wasn’t like Periandidn’twant to watch the two of them. So he nodded, Molun cheered, and they went through their now nightly ritual of partially undressing Perian and taking care of his wound before going to get ready.

The anticipation welled through Perian’s body as he got settled, and he wondered if he was ever going to be able to sit in this chair in the future without remembering all this.

The arrival of Molun and Arvus ratcheted up the sexual tension in the room, and Perian was already squirming in his seat as he watched them arrange themselves in front of the fire, this time with Molun laid out on his back. Arvus had brought what proved to be massage oil and proceeded to rub it all over Molun and elicit all sorts of amazing sounds out of him.

Perian palmed his cock and just breathed in the beautiful noises because no one was even touching anyone else’s cock yet, and Perian felt like he was in danger of coming. The massage continued until Arvus had touched Molun from head to toe, dragging fingers over every inch of his skin—except his cock, which was a straining, rigid length jutting up from Molun’s groin, just begging to be touched.

Molun was panting.

“You want me to touch your cock, baby?” Arvus asked with remarkable composure.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Molun babbled.

“You’re going to have to touch mine first,” Arvus told him. “You want to do that?”

Molun nodded eagerly, reaching for it. Arvus climbed up until he was straddling Molun’s chest and fed his cock to him. Perian made an absolutely indecent noise as he watched Molun eagerly swallow it down. Molun made hungry, eager sounds until Arvus came down his throat.

Only then did Arvus reach behind himself, calm as you please, and wrap his fist around Molun’s erection, pumping a handful of times until Molun was coming, his hips arching off the floor, Perian coming in his wake.

As always, Perian was bowled over by the buildup of sexual tension and the explosive release. It felt like his brain was dribbling out of his toes, it left him so drained in the most perfectly sated of ways.

They got cleaned up, Arvus helping Molun and then Perian get ready for bed, and he didn’t even ask verbally this time, just eyed Perian and then scooped him up and carried him to the bed.

Perian sighed happily and was soon asleep.

Perian woke to his now somewhat-accustomed position of cuddled between Molun and Arvus. Tonight, he remembered, was probably the last time he was going to experience it, because tomorrow night, he would be with Brannal! He was really enjoying these sleepy cuddles, but he wanted Brannal more.

And then he remembered his mission today and sat up.

“Oh, I gotta go,” he told them.

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