Page 17 of Fox of Fox Hall

“By fucking the nerves out of me, as the knightsdo.” Fox raised his chin. “Unless you’re unwilling, of course. I’dunderstand.”

He’d never get a wink of sleep again, not withdesire for Conall a fire in his blood, but he’d understand.

The mountain, who really did have the softlyclouded expression of someone convinced he was dreaming, blinkedseveral times.

“You’re beautiful. You know that.” Conall had abit of a rasp in his voice too.

“Tastes differ.” Fox even managed a shrug as hesaid it despite the audiblethwapof his tail against thedoor behind him. “You don’t have to worry about the risk of mebearing. That’s taken care of.” He’d never simplyaskedsomeone to bed him before. There had always been teasing orflirting, or someone assuming Fox would say yes. Fox was obviouslyreceptive and such assumptions were often made. He’d neverhadto ask. This must be something of what it was like fromthe other side of things. He couldn’t say he liked it.

Another thwap of his tail revealed more of hisnerves. “Well?” he prompted quickly, ready to run.

“Did you think I would say no?” Conall demanded,then took a steadying breath. “Fox. Are you sure?”

Fox fell against the door in wobbly-leggedrelief and let his tail do what it would. He thought he wassmiling, something wide and ridiculous. “AmIsure? IfDomvoda learns of it, I don’t think he’ll be kind. You’ll need hisfavor if you want to win the largest purse.”

Conall studied Fox for several increasingly warmseconds, then stepped forward, stopping just shy of touching him.“Domvoda shouldn’t mock your knightly streak. It’s charming.” Hewas so close Fox had to lift his chin even higher. Conall smileddown at him and dismissed the king with shocking ease. “But he’scurrently not a concern of mine.”

They were both breathing hard.

“Why would you ever imagine I’d say no?” Conallput one hand on the door above Fox’s head, then the other at Fox’sside. His gaze had not lost any of its usual warmth, which Foxrealized belatedly was pleasure to look at Fox, to talk to him.That warmth wasdesire.

And Fox was supposed to be able to hold aconversationnow? “I was worried the reasons to say no wouldoutweigh the reasons to say yes.” Proud of himself for getting thatout, he rewarded himself by sneaking his tail around Conall’swaist. It made his nightshirt ride up, bunching around his cock andimmediately distracting Conall.

Conall lowered his hands to Fox’s waist, eachone hot through Fox’s nightshirt. “Fetching,” he said, of the shirtor of Fox, then curled his fingers, dragging the shirt up a fewmore inches. “Did you know your clothing is damp?”

Fox was breathless and shivering. “IsaidI’d been thinking of it.”

Conall met Fox’s eyes, startled. “You’ve wet upalready?”

“Conall,” Fox whined shakily, halfway toundone by the quiet hunger in the question, “it’s been a longtime.”

“Fox.” It was Conall’s soft voice again,followed by callused hands reaching around Fox’s back to pull Foxclose. Fox got a face full of chest hair. It tickled, making himbriefly wrinkle his nose before the muscle beneath the hair drewmore of his attention. Conall sighed. “I wasn’t….”

Whatever Conallwasn’twas forgotten whenFox nuzzled then gently bit a swell of muscle. “I’dreallylike you to fuck me,” Fox explained himself. “Soon,” he addedhopefully. He used his hands alongside his mouth, distractedlyfinding hair, and more scarring, and all the hot, smooth skin hecould ask for. He was a little shaky with so much of Conallavailable to him, a minor embarrassment, but he doubted Conallnoticed.

Conall’s hands fell to Fox’s ass, one twistingthe nightshirt out of the way so the other could slide over skindamp with perspiration to find the slippery, faintly viscous slickthat had been dripping from Fox for some time now. Conall stifled asound, surprise possibly, or more hunger, and then let the shirtfall so he could grasp Fox’s ass with both hands to spread him andtest with his fingertips.

Fox rose up onto his toes without thinking,trying to get those fingers inside. He was desperate enough thathis body was already open and there was no threat here to make himtense, only Conall’s lovely skin and strange but also lovely chesthair, and the way he pulled in a breath when he found Fox pliantand ready.

Conall’s words rumbled through him before hespoke.

“I should settle you first,” Conall said, losingFox entirely until Fox realized that he was whining, the soundslightly muffled against Conall’s chest. Fox protested, or triedto, although he didn’t know what Conall meant by ‘settle’ untilConall moved one hand to Fox’s stiffening prick. His grip was goodand tight, slick with some of Fox’s wet, but before Fox had achance to complain that he’d asked for a fucking, Conall remindedFox he hadn’t forgotten anything by slipping two fingers into Fox’shole. Fox’s complaints died in his throat.

“Loose and dripping,” Conall murmuredapprovingly, leaving Fox to squirm with what he wished wasembarrassment. “So ready, aren’t you? I never would have imagined.All that mess for me, thesesoundsfor me. Beautiful.”

Fox had no idea what Conall thought he wasdoing, speaking that way. Fox knew he was beautiful and didn’t needto be told sweet nothings to get him wet. He already was. As soonas he no longer felt like he was gently burning to death fromConall’s praise, he was going to say something.

“Is that a blush?” Conall wondered, watchingcolor spread across Fox’s cheeks. “Are those freckles?” he added,marveling, and hummed in satisfaction when his fingers slippedanother inch deeper. His lips graced one of Fox’s ears before hepushed Fox back against the door, against his hand and the slowinward press that was nearly as maddening as his soft words.

Fox was already on his toes and whimperedagain.

“I’m not going to beg,” he protested unsteadily.Conall’s fingers were big. Fox could take them, but thinking ofalso taking Conall’s cock made him dizzy.

“No, you’re going to come,” Conall returned,calmly brutal, and gave Fox’s prick a squeeze. “You’re going tospill on my hand and gush slick down my wrist, aren’t you?” Hekissed Fox’s ear after Fox garbled some sort of noise that was notthe biting retort he’d intended. “Darker pink now, all over yourface and that neck I’ve…” Conall stopped, then squeezed Fox’s cockagain, drawing a thicker droplet of slick from the tip. He smearedit onto his thumb then took a second to bring it to his mouth. Foxwas mesmerized by the drag of Conall’s lips, the way he swallowedand looked into Fox’s eyes before again saying, “You’rebeautiful.”

If Fox weren’t so desperate, those wordswouldn’t have had him so hot. He should say something about thattoo. He had a second to suck in a breath before Conall leaned downto speak against his mouth. “Lovely Fox,” he whispered, breathy andwarm, his lips close, “hard-soft and wet for me, ready to take mycock. Am I dreaming?”

Fox didn’t mean to tilt his face up, but ithappened, their mouths brushing in a slow kiss before Conalldeepened it. Fox opened for him, whining faintly when two fingersbecame three but soon soothed by another kiss.

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