“Understood.”

Onadal gave them all a nod and headed off, and they soon followed suit.

“Huh,” Molun said reflectively. “I see you do it all the time, but I’m still surprised every time you’re just…youno matter who you’re with.”

Perian eyed him. “Was that supposed to be a compliment?”

“It really is,” Molun assured him, his blue eyes soft. “I really like that you treat people like that and are always yourself.”

Perian smiled, touched. “Thank you.”

Nisal patted his arm. “It is absolutely one of your best features. Helps make up for that streak of idiocy.”

“Hey!” Perian protested.

They all laughed, because Nisal wasn’t exactly wrong.

Nisal headed to their room, and Perian made the now expected trek to Molun and Arvus’s by way of Brannal’s to change into his sleep trousers.

Arvus still insisted on changing Perian’s bandage even though Perian had managed thismorning.

“Do you not want me to do it?” Arvus asked.

Perian squinted at him. “I don’t not want you to do it?”

“Just undo the bandage so we can get to the good stuff!” Molun called from across the room.

Perian snorted with laughter, and Arvus’s lips tipped up. He raised his eyebrows in question, and Perian held up his arm.

“Fine. Can’t argue with that.”

A few minutes later, Perian and his freshly clean arm were settled in the armchair by the fire, skin buzzing with anticipation as he waited to see what Molun and Arvus were going to show him today.

And they didn’t disappoint. They both stretched out in front of the fire, head and feet in opposite directions, meaning Perian knew what to expect before they got started, but the actual sight of them swallowing one another’s cocks, the hungry sounds and the noisy slide of skin on skin, slicked with spit… It was extraordinarily appealing, especially when Arvus worked a finger up inside Molun at the same time.

Perian couldn’t even figure out where to put his attention. His gaze darted over both of them, watching them bobbing on one another’s cocks, fondling balls, and fingering with abandon until they both came within one another’s mouths even as Perian came over his fist, sagging back into the chair once more and just letting the pleasure sweep over him.

Arvus twisted around on the floor so he could kiss Molun, and Perian happily watched the sweet moment. Finally, Arvus rose to his feet and helped Molun up as well. Once Molun was settled, he came back for Perian, tending his arm with careful attention.

“Thank you,” Perian mumbled as he crawled into bed. “Thank you both for being so awesome.”

“The same to you,” Arvus said, and Molun mumbled what sounded like a sleepy agreement.

Warm and content, Perian fell asleep in their arms.

Perian wasn’t sure what woke him at first. It was still night, but there was an orange glow in the room. His sleepy mind just had time to confusedly worry “fire” when a voice spoke.

“Well, isn’t this a beautiful picture to come home to.”

Chapter Twelve

Perian was moving before he’d fully processed the words, and there were several exclamations of pain as he squished the people he was in bed with, but Perian didn’t care, he had to get out, had to get across the room. He practically launched himself from the end of the bed, and the flames that Perian distantly realized were, in fact, fireballs, winked out of existence an instant before he landed in the arms of the man at the door.

Brannal caught Perian like he’d been expecting him to fly across the room, a hand under his ass to keep him from falling as Perian wrapped his legs around his waist and his arms around his neck and pressed kisses all over his face.

“You’re here, you’re back, you’re here!”

Perian was scarcely aware of what he was saying, wasn’t sure that any of it made sense, but all he could concentrate on was the fact that Brannal washere, Brannal was back, Brannal was fine, and Perian was in his arms where he belonged. Oh, it felt so good to be in his arms. Brannal was still dressed, Perian could feel the leather against his skin, but it didn’t matter, he was here!