Page 51 of The Lost Art of Finding Where You Belong (Lost Arts #2)

Chapter Twenty-One

B rannal grinned at him. “We can definitely get out of the bath.”

“But we should finish enjoying it first,” Perian said.

“You sure?”

Perian nodded and settled back against all those amazing muscles. “They went to all the trouble of getting the water up here. I mean, unless you’re telling me there is a tiny window of opportunity, and I had better seize my moment now.”

Brannal pressed a kiss to the side of Perian’s head and curled an arm around him.

“You are welcome to fuck me as often as you like.”

Perian settled more firmly against him. “Assuming you like it.”

“Assuming I like it,” Brannal agreed. “But you’re going to make it good for me, aren’t you?”

“So good,” he confirmed fervently.

It would be Perian’s mission to make it the best encounter ever.

They enjoyed the hot water, got themselves clean, and climbed out as the water was finally cooling. By the time they toweled themselves off, they were getting hungry again, so they dressed casually and had dinner in the parlor. They didn’t linger, though.

Back in their room, Perian said, “Are you sure you—” and Brannal tugged him into his arms and kissed him so thoroughly that Perian melted against him and kind of forgot he’d been speaking.

When Brannal finally drew back so they could breathe, he looked Perian right in the eye and said, “Fuck me, please.”

All Perian could do was nod.

“How would you like me?”

“In every conceivable way,” Perian assured him.

This made Brannal grin. “I’m glad to hear it. And just at this moment?”

He considered his options. He wanted to make sure Brannal was going to enjoy his first time thoroughly.

So he smiled and said, “I’d like you naked and on your hands and knees on the bed.”

Brannal proceeded to strip on his way into the bedroom, and then he was naked and arranged on all fours, ass facing Perian.

“Like this?” Brannal asked.

Perian hummed a happy sound. “Just like that.”

He began to strip out of his own clothing, walking around to the side of the bed, admiring the long stretch of Brannal’s body, the sculpted back and shoulders, the muscles bunching in his arms as he held himself up, just waiting for Perian to do something with him.

Perian pulled off his boots and finally went to work on his trousers.

Brannal was watching him with dark eyes. “You like what you see?”

“So much,” Perian assured him, voice husky. “You’re so pretty sitting there like that, just waiting for my cock.”

“You going to fill me up?” Brannal asked.

Perian suppressed a groan. Yeah, the two of them could tease quite well.

“I sure am,” he agreed. Then he winked at the other man. “When I’m good and ready.”

Brannal smiled.

Stepping out of his trousers, Perian enjoyed the way Brannal’s eyes dropped to his cock and then swept hungrily up and down his body .

Circling back round to that lovely view of Brannal’s ass, Perian climbed up onto the bed and leaned in and pressed a kiss to one cheek. Brannal startled slightly and then huffed a laugh. Perian pressed a kiss to the other cheek, admiring the smooth, well-muscled skin.

“You have a beautiful ass,” Perian told him.

“Thank you,” Brannal said, sounding amused.

Perian reached for it, giving it a squeeze. He groaned at the same time Brannal did.

“I don’t understand how you’re made of this much muscle, but it’s so awesome.”

Brannal huffed a laugh. “I’m glad you enjoy it.”

Perian ran his hands up Brannal’s cheeks beside his crack, just teasing with his thumbs. He could hear the increase in Brannal’s breathing, could almost feel the desire in the air. Gently, he pressed the cheeks apart, exposing Brannal’s hole. Oh, it was pretty. He bet it was tasty, too.

Perian leaned in and licked at it. Brannal made a strangled sound, body quivering and arousal crackling ever higher.

Getting a firm grip on those beautiful ass cheeks, Perian leaned in and really went to town, licking and biting and sucking, until Brannal was coming awfully close to writhing, trying to shove his ass in Perian’s face, which was exactly what Perian wanted.

He especially loved the way Brannal reacted when Perian thrust his tongue inside of him, getting everything wet and loose.

“Fire and water, your tongue,” Brannal panted out. “Is it a foot long?”

Perian laughed, making Brannal moan and twitch.

He pulled back enough to say, “Wait until you see what is a foot long.”

Brannal laughed, but it turned into a groan when Perian dove back in.

(It absolutely wasn’t a foot long, but Perian was going to make sure it felt like it.)

He added his oiled fingers to the mix soon enough, working one, two, and then three in, going way slower than Brannal wanted from the sound of it, but there was no way Perian was risking hurting him. He crooked his fingers just so, and Brannal practically catapulted off the bed.

“Yeah, just like that. Just like—Oh, Perian, if you don’t stop, I’m going to—”

But Perian did not stop, and Brannal cried out as he spurted his release onto the covers beneath him. His arms sagged, but Perian prodded at him.

“Oh, no, no, no. We’re not done yet. I want you on your hands and knees, don’t you remember? ”

Brannal made a noise of protest.

“Are you saying your muscles aren’t adequate to hold up your own bodyweight ?” Perian asked with mock horror.

Brannal grumbled something that was probably a curse, but his arms and legs straightened out.

Perian thrust three fingers back in Brannal’s ass, and the man jolted.

“Very good,” Perian told him. “You’ll get hard again for me, won’t you?”

“I just came,” Brannal groaned out.

Perian stroked that sweet spot again. “I know you did. And now you’re going to get hard again so you can come with me.”

Brannal squirmed. “I’m not sure I can.”

Grinning, Perian assured him, “Oh, I think you’ll find that it’s entirely possible.”

Perian teased and nudged and massaged until Brannal did get hard again. His ass was still nice and loose, so Perian lined up his cock and pressed forward cautiously, easing himself inside, scrutinizing Brannal’s body for cues.

“How’s that feel?” Perian asked.

“Full,” Brannal said.

Just as Perian was about to ask if it was too much, Brannal wiggled his ass, pulling a gasp from both of them.

“Don’t keep me waiting.”

Perian couldn’t help but smile, but he did make sure to slow down even further, proceeding in such small increments that Brannal finally started to get impatient and to try to push back against him. Perian kept one hand on his ass and pushed back.

“Uh uh uh,” he chided. “Who’s in charge of this encounter?”

Brannal grumbled, but he also let Perian have his way, and Perian got to increase the tension more and more, until finally, even with the slowest penetration in the history of ever (Brannal’s words), he was buried as far inside Brannal as it was possible to go.

Perian was draped over his back, letting Brannal get used to the feeling even as he acclimated to the tight, perfect heat encasing him, the energy dancing between them, connecting them.

Perian loved it.

“Ready for more?” he asked carefully.

“Please,” Brannal said on a groan.

Perian slowly pulled out almost all the way, until just the head of his cock remained inside, and then he slid forward once again, both of them moaning at the sensation.

“You like that?” Perian said, purely because he wanted to hear it.

“So much,” Brannal assured him, voice low and gravelly. “I like you filling me up.”

Perian grinned. “I’m glad. Now, would you like it slow and sweet or fast and hard?”

After a moment, Brannal said, “Fast and hard.”

With something like glee, Perian didn’t hold back, withdrawing only to thrust back home at just the right angle, making Brannal moan and curse.

“Perian, please!”

He upped the tempo, thrusts growing frantic as the pleasure increased, knowing they were so close, sure that he could make Brannal come with his cock untouched, he just had to push that little bit harder, and—

Brannal cried out, the sound wrenched from his lips as his orgasm burst from him, his body tightening, making Perian come too.

He collapsed on Brannal’s broad back, losing several minutes to pure bliss.

He roused as he realized this was terrible manners. “Sorry about that.”

“There is definitely nothing you need to apologize for,” Brannal assured him, still sounding beautifully sated.

Perian pressed a kiss to the smooth skin of his back. “Thank you. Could I… stay for a little while?”

“You can stay as long as you want,” Brannal said immediately.

“No, I meant—”

“Fill me up,” Brannal finished. “I know. Relax. Stay.”

He lowered them both carefully to the bed, because of course it didn’t matter to his tremendously muscled body if Perian was kind of slumped on top of him. This put Perian with his head pillowed on the top of Brannal’s broad back, and really, there were no downsides here.

Some people really didn’t like this, Perian knew. Once they’d come, they wanted to be separated and done. But Perian had always liked the connection, though he had rarely been able to indulge it before now, with a partner who really wanted him to stay.

He was rising and falling gently with the rhythm of Brannal’s breathing, and he didn’t even realize when it lulled him to sleep.

Perian knew that it wasn’t reasonable to expect every day to be like the days of their holiday, but he had to admit that waking up still inside Brannal, having sex again, and then getting another gift—a dagger this time—because Brannal was the best person ever, did feel rather like a pinnacle that it would be hard to beat.

Brannal was amazing, and Perian felt so lucky to have found him—or been found by him, rather. And while he believed Brannal truly didn’t want Perian to run out and buy him gifts to try to match him, he’d like to do something .

It hadn’t occurred to him while they were walking the main street to get something for Brannal, he’d only got that blanket for Renny—

Oh!