Page 91 of The Lost Art of Finding Where You Belong

Brannal snorted. Perian pulled back enough to lean in and kiss the man properly. It was Brannal’s turn to melt into the kiss, and Perian made sure to keep it warm and affirming.

When he drew back, he asked, “Do you have to rush back to wherever you rushed from, or do you have a few minutes for tension relief?”

“I absolutely do not have time for tension relief,” Brannal said, but Perian couldn’t help but notice he wasn’t pulling away, and his eyes were bright and hot.

Perian slipped to his knees and reached for the fastening of Brannal’s trousers.

“I guess I’ll have to be very efficient,” Perian said with a wink before he freed Brannal’s erection and swallowed him whole.

Brannal’s hands migrated to Perian’s hair, twining in the strands and tugging a little bit, just the way Perian liked. He fondled Brannal’s balls, and it wasn’t long before Brannal was coming down his throat, his satisfaction almost making Perian feel like he’d come too.

Perian made sure to lick Brannal altogether clean before tucking him away and carefully fastening his trousers again.

“Feel better?” he asked.

Brannal hauled him up so he could kiss him thoroughly, chasing his own taste in Perian’s mouth until Perian felt altogether plundered.

“Much,” Brannal said, voice such a low rasphecould have been the one giving the blow job. “What about you?”

But Perian just shook his head. “That was for you. I need to get back to myunpacking, and you need to get back to work.”

Brannal hesitated for a moment, then he pressed one more kiss to Perian’s lips. “Tonight,” he promised. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

Perian flashed him a grin. “Looking forward to it.”

He very much enjoyed the anticipation.

He felt bad for inadvertently upsetting the other man so much, but there was a little part of him that was… kind of rejoicing that Brannal seemed to view the prospect of his departure with such dismay.

Was it still too early to label what they felt for one another in a sort of… permanent way? He’d never felt like this about someone before, never wanted to spend so much time with them, never loved not just the sex but all the other time they spent together. He’d never been soinvestedbefore.

Brannal might be a few years older, and he’d certainly led a more adventurous life, but moments like this gave Perian hope.

All of his new belongings squared away, Perian went and found one of the runners and requested that his trunk be stored, so it could be gotten out of the way immediately.

Brannal had apparently decided they were not going to waste any time with other people, because dinner arrived shortly before the man himself did.

Brannal smiled when he arrived. “I want you all to myself.”

Perian grinned. “I am entirely at your disposal.”

What he hadnotbeen imagining was that he would end up in Brannal’s lap, riding his cock as they ate dinner. It was not at all the smoothest dining experience they’d ever had, but it was hugely entertaining. It was a fun way to extend their play, making them both pause and not make any untoward movements while they tried to eat, and then one of them would shift, the other would groan, and they would get distracted again.

It was the ultimate tease, and Perian would definitely remember it for later.

Probably predictably, it got quite messy at the end, as they started feeding one another, and they gave up on utensils…

They wound up with a lot of food smeared in places it shouldn’t go, but oh, it was fun.

Afterwards, Brannal stood, carrying Perian with him as though he weighed nothing.

“Let’s get cleaned up.”

He drew a bath, and they tried to wipe off the worst of it before they climbed in. They scrubbed one another all over, and Brannal brought Perian off again because he seemed to like these sneak attacks in the water.

Perian wasn’t complaining.

Once Perian was limp and sated, Brannal got them both out of the bath, mostly dried off, and then into bed. And then he lined them up on their sides, back to front, and pushed back into Perian from behind.

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