Page 18 of The Lost Art of Finding Where You Belong (Lost Arts #2)

Chapter Eight

P erian laughed harder, so, so glad he’d met these people. He eyed Arvus, who shrugged and nodded.

“All right, you two are ridiculous and the best,” Perian told them. “But this idea actually requires your informed consent.”

“Still sounding good so far,” Molun assured him.

Perian couldn’t stop smiling. “Seriously, though.”

Arvus leaned closer. “He doesn’t do serious.”

“I noticed,” Perian said, playing along. “You remember the dinner where Brannal and I gave you a show for dessert?”

Molun’s lip curled up. “I most certainly do.”

“Well, here’s the thing. I still feel a little weird about doing anything without Brannal being here. I really… That was my favorite part, no offense.”

Molun laughed. “That’s not offensive. You know Arvus and I have a third with us sometimes, but it’s always with us . We don’t do separate partners.”

Perian nodded. He couldn’t imagine the two of them doing that, although it clearly worked for some people .

“Pretty sure Brannal isn’t here,” Molun pointed out.

Perian laughed. “Unfortunately, no. Although, thank the elements, we’re getting there. But what I was wondering was if we could try the reverse.”

Molun looked puzzled, but Arvus’s lips curved into a grin.

“You want us to put on a show for you.”

Perian bit his lip, eying them carefully. “Only if you want to, of course.”

“Oh, we want to,” Molun said, eyes getting that hungry look Perian liked so much. It wasn’t quite so nice when it wasn’t Brannal, but this was a close second, both warm and hot, because it was someone who actually knew him, not just a random stranger who thought he was pretty.

“You’re sure you ’re all right with it?” Arvus asked.

“I mean, I think so? You’re very pretty, and I think if I’m just watching and not participating, I’ll feel all right about it. And if I’m not all right with it, I trust you won’t take it personally if I leave.”

Molun and Arvus exchanged a quick glance, and then they both looked back at him and nodded. Perian was glad they’d confirmed with one another.

“You can ask us to stop, or you can leave at any time,” Arvus confirmed. “And we’ll keep our touching and all contact between just the two of us while you watch. Anything you don’t want us to do?”

“What do you mean?” Perian asked. “You just said you won’t touch me.”

“But is there anything you don’t want to see us do to one another?”

“Oh.” This hadn’t occurred to him, as it had not come up with him and Brannal.

“I kind of thought it was the choice of the people giving the show what they wanted to put on display. I, uh, don’t like pain with my sex, and apart from that, I haven’t experienced anything I don’t like so far.

As long as the two of you are enjoying it, I’m pretty sure I’ll enjoy it too. ”

“Fair enough,” Arvus said, a small smile on his lips. “How about you get comfortable in the chair by the fire. We’ll give you a show in front of it. How does that sound?”

The two of them lit by firelight as they made out in front of Perian?

“Uh, I think all my blood headed abruptly south. What was the question?”

They both smirked at him and took that for the agreement it was. They headed into the bedroom, and Perian went to make himself as comfortable as possible in one of the armchairs .

His cock was already starting to take notice, excited by just the idea of this. A few moments later, the two men emerged from their bedroom. Molun was wearing a blue satin robe that looked perfect against his skin. Arvus was still fully dressed.

Perian had never asked someone explicitly for a show before, but he had witnessed a few back when his father had taken him to the house of pleasure when they first came to town.

His father had known he didn’t have any opportunities on their remote estate, and he’d wanted Perian to understand and enjoy sex.

Who better to teach him than the experts?

So he’d witnessed a few public shows, but he had to admit he enjoyed the intimacy of it being just the three of them here. He’d always liked the surprise element, not being sure exactly what he was going to see but knowing multiple people were going to experience pleasure.

He was harder already, and all they’d done was stand there and look pretty.

It was Arvus who said, “You like my gift to Molun.”

“Extremely. It’s so very flattering.”

Molun smiled wide. “Thank you.”

It left a tantalizing gap of skin on his chest until it cinched at the waist. The material was thin enough that Perian could see tempting hints of muscle through it.

It ended a little above mid-thigh, completely covering his cock in theory, except that his erection was already tenting the fabric.

An injudicious movement, and it was possible Perian would get to see everything.

There were already several damp patches on the smooth fabric.

Arvus, meanwhile, looked every inch the stern Mage Warrior.

Every moment they stood there staring at one another, the amount of sexual tension in the room was rising, and it was beautiful . It felt like an answering thrum was rising in Perian, like they were all linked by this shared experience of beauty and pleasure.

Arvus instructed, “Undress me.”

Ooh, a strip tease.

Once Molun had finished with all the exterior weapons—Arvus didn’t have quite as many as Brannal, but he still had a solid handful—he took off each article of Arvus’s clothing one at a time, using teasing touches and fingers that lingered a little.

Arvus was very pretty to look at as each inch of skin was revealed.

Perian couldn’t help comparing him to Brannal.

He might actually be a little bit broader across the shoulders.

They were both very well defined and of pretty similar stature.

That firm chest and those tight abs looked especially appealing with Molun’s hands running over them, plucking at nipples, caressing skin.

Perian ran a hand over his own chest, emulating the show he was watching, teasing himself.

Molun’s robe moved as he did, giving tempting flickers of skin, losing the battle to keep his cock contained for a moment, but then the fabric moved again, and it was lost from view.

Perian bit his lip, wondering if Brannal would like to see Perian in a robe like that.

Once Arvus was naked from the waist up, Molun knelt at his feet and undid his boots.

He lifted one foot at a time so the boots could be pulled off.

Molun peeled off the socks as well, and then he was kneeling at Arvus’s feet as he stood there in only his trousers, the bulge of arousal at his groin unmistakable.

Perian’s cock was hard and straining against his own trousers.

Molun reached up to unfasten Arvus’s trousers, then tugged them and underwear down, exposing Arvus entirely.

Wow. For a moment, that was the only word in Perian’s mind. Arvus’s body was a work of art. He was strong and very well hung. Perian was pretty sure Arvus was better hung than Brannal.

Perian knew he had it bad, though, because without hesitation, he would still pick Brannal every time.

But Perian was still grateful he got to watch this right now, and he reminded himself to thank Brannal when he got back for suggesting this. If he was separated from the other man, then a distraction like this was an amazing gift.

The firelight had been inspired, flickering over all those muscles and making everything that much more alluring and mysterious.

Maybe Molun and Arvus did this regularly. Perian felt like he must not have acquitted himself nearly as well when he’d been on display for them. Perhaps it gave him goals to work towards?

Arvus reached for Molun’s head and guided him right to that big, erect cock.

Perian squirmed in his seat, and for just a moment, Arvus looked up and snared his gaze.

He winked, and then his attention was back on Molun, who had taken Arvus into his mouth like he was born to do it, gagging a little as it hit the back of his throat from the look of it, but then relaxing around it so he could take it all the way in.

Perian was lucky to not have had much of a gag reflex to begin with, and he had always been able to swallow anyone down, but he’d seen people struggle with it.

Arvus had his hand on Molun’s head and was directing him, firm but gentle.

Perian watched the way the firelight glistened on the spit on Arvus’s cock as Molun pulled back, and then his mouth descended again, stretched around Arvus’s girth.

He bobbed up and down, spit sliding out of the corners of his mouth as he enthusiastically swallowed Arvus’s cock.

And then Arvus’s grip in Molun’s hair tightened.

“That’s enough, baby.”

Molun pulled off his cock. His face was a mess, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, spit and precome around his mouth.

He looked beautiful. Arvus evidently thought so, too, because he dropped to his knees and pulled Molun in for a hungry kiss.

They devoured one another, sucking and biting at one another’s mouths.

Perian might have made an embarrassing sound of enjoyment, but he didn’t think it was audible over the sounds of the messy, perfect kissing.

They were both breathing heavily when they pulled apart, and Arvus said, “Hands and knees. We’re going to show Perian how well you take my cock, aren’t we?”

Molun and Perian whimpered at the same moment, and Arvus smiled.

Molun obediently moved into position, and Arvus pushed up the satin fabric so it was bunched at his waist, exposing his beautiful ass.

Truly, it was like these men had been sculpted from marble and then brought to life.

Perian knew they trained a lot, but seriously, how lucky was he that two of them were in front of him right now, doing really sexy things to each other while he watched?

(Only Brannal would make it better, and he would be back in only three days. He was coming. Not before Molun and Arvus, obviously, but he was coming.)