Page 3 of The Lost Art of Finding Where You Belong (Lost Arts #2)

Chapter Two

T wo nights later, Perian and Brannal were having dinner with Molun and Arvus.

Molun was horrified because there wasn’t any dessert, but he made them all laugh by relaying the disaster that had apparently befallen the kitchen.

None of them were surprised he’d heard all the rumors: a full menagerie of animals, children, and a Mage Warrior run amok, thrown trays, a small fire, a minor explosion, and someone tripping and taking out a full table of sweets.

Most everyone had therefore gone short, but that didn’t prevent Molun from protesting.

“My meal doesn’t seem done without a little something sweet afterwards.”

He was pouting. Arvus patted him consolingly on the arm.

Rather than suggesting a drink or telling the other man to behave, Brannal said, with a gleam in his eye, “Something sweet, is it?”

Then he lifted Perian’s chin slightly with his finger and seized his lips in what Perian had to acknowledge was a very sweet—and very hot—kiss. He kept it relatively tame, pulling back a few moments later to ask, “How was that? ”

Perian wasn’t sure whether the question was meant for him or Molun, but the other man said, “I’m not sure yet. I think I need to see it again.”

Brannal raised an eyebrow at Perian, and it was Perian who leaned in this time, kissing Brannal with something that went a bit beyond sweet and strayed all the way to hungry .

Molun sighed. “So pretty.”

Arvus’s voice rumbled, lower than normal. “They really are.”

Brannal moved his mouth along Perian’s jaw and up to his ear, nipping at it before whispering, “Would you like to give them a show?”

They’d talked about this in general terms before, but Perian hadn’t been sure it would actually happen. He’d always assumed Brannal might be the less interested of the two of them, but given he was the one who’d proposed it?

“Yes, please,” Perian whispered back.

“Why don’t you come sit in my lap,” Brannal suggested more audibly. “Back to me so that these two can see how pretty you are when you come.”

“Yes!” Molun exclaimed like he’d won a prize.

“Can we move this somewhere where we can see better?” Arvus asked, ever practical.

Perian hadn’t thought about that, but it was true the table would hide a lot of what was going on.

Excitement was running thick in Perian’s veins at the idea of giving a full show.

He already felt like he could sense the arousal coming from Molun, Arvus, and Brannal, and Perian wanted to make sure everyone was fully satisfied.

They rearranged themselves, shifting the chairs so the table was no longer in the way.

Molun and Arvus stayed across from them with a full view of where Brannal was seated.

Perian climbed onto Brannal’s lap. It was awkward for a moment, the awareness that two people were watching, and did Perian need to be thinking about exactly how he was positioned?

But when he settled properly, he could feel the thick bulge of Brannal’s erection snug against his ass. He melted against the man, head lolling back against Brannal’s shoulder, and sighed with pleasure, which was echoed by the two men watching.

Perian was suddenly sure this was going to be all right. Molun and Arvus seemed to be enjoying watching Perian enjoy himself, so he just let himself feel.

Brannal’s hands began to run up and down the tops of his thighs. Seriously, it was just his hands, and Perian was still wearing trousers, but the drag of Brannal’s fingers, the pressure against his skin, the slight rub of the fabric…

Brannal was adept at teasing him. Perian should not be surprised.

Brannal pressed a kiss to the side of Perian’s head, his hands bypassing the fastening of Perian’s trousers to instead undo the buttons of his vest one by one.

Then he tugged the shirt out from Perian’s waistband.

Strong, callused fingers found the bare skin of his torso, and Perian sucked in a breath.

Brannal’s fingers brushed across his skin, definitely meant to be a tease, rising higher and higher until he was brushing across Perian’s nipples, arousing them into taut nubs.

Brannal pinched Perian’s right nipple, making him jerk, body arching off of Brannal’s for a moment, and Arvus made a low sound of pleasure. The arousal in the air was intoxicating.

Leaning closer to Perian’s ear again, Brannal plucked at his shirt and said, “I think this is in the way. What do you think?”

Perian nodded fervently, and Brannal tugged off his vest and then slowly pulled his shirt up, dragging the fabric over his sensitized skin, taking way longer than he needed to, making Perian whimper because it felt so good, but he wanted more .

Finally, Perian’s shirt was discarded on the floor. Perian leaned back against Brannal, thrilling to the feel of Brannal’s fully-clothed body against him. He loved skin on skin, but being on display like this while everyone else was clothed was heady.

Brannal ran his hands along Perian’s now-exposed chest, touch firmer this time but no less arousing, stroking every inch of his heated flesh, as if he’d heard Perian’s thought about how much he liked skin-on-skin.

He pressed a kiss to Perian’s shoulder, the side of his neck, his ear. Perian squirmed against him.

Perian could hear the rumble of Brannal’s laugh through his chest.

“Something you want?” Brannal asked, voice warm and low.

“I want you to touch me,” Perian told him breathily.

The fingers dragged down Perian’s side, a hint of nails, and Perian swallowed heavily.

“I am touching you.” A pause, and the fingers stopped. “Do you not like these touches?”

Perian managed a scoff, but it was a bit weak. “You are such a tease.”

Those smiling lips pressed against his neck again. The soft touches resumed.

“But I am touching you,” Brannal pointed out again. “You’re going to have to be more specific if you want something else.”

Well, two could play at this game.

“I want you to undo my trousers and take out my cock,” Perian told him. “It’s hard and aching just for you. I want you to wrap your hand around it and let me fuck your fist.”

He heard an unsteady breath from either Molun or Arvus, he wasn’t sure who, and he didn’t care, because the arousal in the room leaped higher, dizzying and wonderful, and Perian could get lost in it. Brannal’s cock jumped beneath Perian, making him smile smugly.

Brannal bit at the side of Perian’s neck, then soothed the mark with his tongue.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it, telling me what you wanted?”

“So hard,” Perian and Molun said at the same time, and that made them laugh.

Strangely—or maybe not so strangely with this group—that didn’t diminish the arousal.

Brannal’s hands finally fell to Perian’s trousers, and he unbuttoned them and reached in to stroke Perian’s cock.

Because he really was a tease, he touched Perian through his underclothes until Perian was practically rutting in his lap, trying to get more contact and being denied, one of Brannal’s hands on his hip preventing him from moving too much.

It was delicious. Molun and Arvus apparently thought so as well, because they each freed their erections from their trousers, and wrapped their fists around them. Perian was practically panting with want.

“Brannal,” he whined.

And finally, finally , Brannal drew out Perian’s cock.

Perian hissed when Brannal’s fingers were finally wrapped around his flesh, and the sound echoed around the room.

Perian closed his eyes, needing a moment to ensure he didn’t come instantly.

He wanted to come—but he wanted to draw this out even more.

Brannal apparently felt the same way, because he maintained his loose grasp around Perian’s cock. Perian could hear the slightly labored breathing of everyone in the room, and the arousal was so high he could almost taste it.

Brannal began to stroke, not firmly enough to actually bring Perian off yet, just a teasing pressure, up and down his shaft, twisting on the up stroke, pausing to gather any pre-come and smear it around Perian’s shaft, increasing the glide.

“You look so perfect like this, in my arms,” Brannal told him.

Perian preened.

That hand on his hip still prevented Perian from moving much, and Brannal effortlessly demonstrated his superior strength as Perian tried even harder than he had before to arch his hips and rut into his lover’s hands as pleasure built inside him.

He squirmed and moaned as Brannal kept driving them higher.

Periodically, Perian would open his eyes to see two pairs of hungry eyes watching him avidly, two hands stroking their own cocks in time with Perian’s pleasure. It made his own that much greater, but then he’d have to close his eyes again, the stimulation too much.

Finally, the speed of Brannal’s strokes increased, possibly in relation to the amount of begging Perian was doing; he wasn’t even fully conscious of the words and sounds that were falling out of his lips, it all felt so good, and he wanted, he needed—

With a cry of ecstasy, Perian came, arching into Brannal’s hand, cock pulsing and spurting over Brannal’s fist. The feeling fizzed through Perian’s body from head to toe, pulsing everywhere.

Across from him, there were two cries of equal satisfaction, and he felt as much as heard the quiet grunt from Brannal that heralded his coming in his trousers.

Brannal kept pumping Perian, stroking him through his orgasm.

Perian went even more loose-limbed against Brannal, utterly spent.

That had been so good.

It was completely silent for a long moment, as everyone seemed to catch their breath and recover.

Perhaps predictably, it was Molun who finally spoke first. “Wow.”

It made Perian huff a breath, and he could feel the rumble of Brannal’s amusement through his chest again. This was nice. Maybe Perian could just stay in his lap forever.

“I have never experienced a show like that,” Molun said, a trace of wonder still in his voice.