Page 10 of The Lost Art of Revealing Hidden Truths (The Lost Arts #3)

And that was that, apparently—which made Perian feel like the entire dinner was foreplay.

They had to calmly eat their food, but Perian could feel that buzz of excitement and arousal in the air, and he didn’t think it was just him.

There seemed to be a little more brushing of arms and legs and fingers against him than normal, or maybe he was just imagining it.

(He was sandwiched between Molun and Brannal. He was probably not imagining it.)

Perian had no idea what he ate, but by the time dinner was over, his plate was clear. He felt like he was trapped in a foggy haze of lust—in the most pleasurable sort of way.

Then they were finally standing up, and Perian said goodnight to everyone hurriedly. Brannal slipped their arms together, thankfully, and Perian tried to focus a little bit.

“Is it all right if we come visit?” Perian asked, looking at Arvus, since he hadn’t actually been in on the conversation.

Arvus looked amused. “Of course. Especially if thinking about visiting is responsible for putting you in this state.”

Perian was definitely all hot and bothered.

“It seems like a really good idea,” he offered.

“We all agree,” Molun said cheerfully. “We’ll see you in a few minutes, right? Should I change into something slinky and blue?”

Perian nodded happily.

They split off and got ready, and it was only as Perian had slipped out of his clothes and was going for the robe that it occurred to him to check with Brannal.

“I think you said this was supposed to be for you and me.”

Brannal shook his head. “I might not prefer you wearing it in front of everyone, but I would very much enjoy sharing it with those two.”

He looked earnest, so Perian pulled on the robe, shivering happily as it slid along his skin. Then he pulled on sleep trousers.

Brannal raised an eyebrow.

“I’ve experienced that corridor when everyone else is there. I can be a little discreet, sometimes.”

He would prefer not to know what Cormal would do or say if he saw him.

He hadn’t actually encountered Cormal in this hall very often since those early days, and he wasn’t actually sure where his rooms were.

Did they not have a similar schedule? Did Cormal not even have a room nearby but he’d swung by frequently because Brannal lived here?

Brannal’s lips tipped up. “As you say.”

He actually left off a few of his knives in concession to the plan for the evening. He grabbed the book, and then they were slipping through what proved to be the very empty corridor, and after a quick knock, into Molun and Arvus’s room.

Perian immediately slipped out of his trousers, enjoying the looks of blatant appreciation from Arvus and Molun. The latter was also wearing his blue satin robe, and he looked as delightful as Perian remembered.

“How pretty,” Arvus said, gazing at them both.

Molun was slightly shorter than Perian but broader and more muscled. Perian, even with the training he’d been doing, was still slender. Thankfully, the satin robes draped beautifully over both of them.

Brannal sounded equally appreciative. “Quite stunning. You know, I think perhaps we should take the edge off before we show you anything else.”

And this was what led to Molun and Perian both stretched out in front of the fire, robes tied but edges falling to either side so their partners could suck their cocks.

They didn’t often get one another off in a joint way like this.

Usually they took turns watching. But it was glorious, lying there, able to look to the side and see Arvus pleasuring Molun or look in front of him and see Brannal doing the same to him.

The arousal leaped higher and higher inside of him, but Perian tried to hold off his climax.

He wanted to keep experiencing all these beautiful sensations, to feel the pulse of arousal and deep pleasure coming from him and Brannal and the beautiful echo coming from Molun and Arvus.

The more time they spent together, the more attuned Perian seemed to be to them, their arousal obvious and delightful.

He could hear the sounds of pleasure falling out of his own mouth and the ones that came from Molun as their lovers worked them over.

Molun fell over the edge first, and the force of his pleasure washed over Perian like a physical thing, making him arch into Brannal’s mouth and come as well, shooting down his partner’s throat.

Brannal really had become an expert at blow jobs since they’d started, hungrily swallowing him down now, not missing a drop.

Perian and Molun lay there for long moments, panting and catching their breath .

“Oh, that was so good,” Perian said, feeling like he’d been filled to the maximum with satisfaction and pleasure.

They were all smiling at him and nodding in agreement. Molun seemed a little sex drunk, but Perian felt like he was so ready for more. He ran a hand down Molun’s arm.

“Is that enough for tonight?”

Molun blinked and seemed to refocus a little. “Are you kidding? If there’s more, I’m ready for it.”

Perian smiled, then eyed them all and considered.

The four chairs at the table weren’t the most comfortable.

There were only two armchairs, although those could work if they were sitting on top of one another, which was always pleasant.

They could be pushed together so they could all view the book, but perhaps it would be a little awkward.

Perian hadn’t given a lot of thought to logistics.

“Maybe we can curl up in front of the chairs. We need to look at a book together,” Perian said.

The others seemed amenable to this. Arvus kissed Molun softly.

“You want to sit in my lap, baby?”

Molun nodded, and this was what they did, pulling the armchairs together after all, but just so that Brannal and Arvus could lean against them, Molun and Perian in their laps, and all of them sitting close together. Their sides were touching so they could all see the book. Perian held it up.

“Brannal got me this as a gift. We’re going to go through it one by one, but we thought it would be nice to look at it with you.”

It was clear they didn’t quite know what to expect until Perian flipped it open to the first image, and Molun’s breath caught.

“Oh!” he exclaimed. “Are you trying to give us ideas?”

“We have plenty of good ideas on our own,” Perian said staunchly. “But we thought this could also be fun.”

Arvus’s hand was already caressing Molun’s hip, and he agreed, “It looks very fun.”

They looked through the variety of positions together, the pulse of arousal that Perian loved so much growing around them, almost like he could feel everyone’s arousal and not just his own, but of course, Arvus and Molun were entirely obvious in their appreciation.

The arousal spiked sometimes when an image was particularly alluring.

It dipped but never dissipated when they laughed over the absurdity of some of them or shared a story about an attempt gone awry.

It peaked again as they remembered experiences that had gone very right, and it continued to climb as Brannal and Arvus stroked Perian and Molun, hands shifting carefully beneath the book that Molun and Perian were trying to hold steady as they pressed back against the hard erections they were sitting against.

It felt more than a little illicit, somehow, while also being entertaining and open and filled with laughter.

It was a study in contradictions, and Perian loved it, loved how much they could tease and play and build, making that arousal climb and climb and climb until it was practically a taste in Perian’s mouth, and he felt like he could probably have come even if Brannal wasn’t touching him—even if Perian had been across the room watching all of this without even touching himself.

It was like they were all driving towards completion together, looking and touching and laughing.

Perian was moving the pages slower now. He wasn’t even sure how much they were looking at each of the images, but they were still there, lovingly drawn depictions of carnal acts that could be the most beautiful and sensual of experiences depending on who your partner was.

Perian had the best partner, and Molun and Arvus had the best partners, and he was so lucky that he’d found these people and that sometimes they liked to play together.

It meant so much to him that they could do this together, and he was so happy that he was here, and he wanted nothing more than for them to all come together, and—

—that was exactly what they did, almost like they really had been experiencing a joint arousal, like they had all been experiencing the same pleasure, and it had overcome them at the same moment, like a river had overwhelmed its banks and swamped everything in the vicinity with pleasure and joy.

It was silent for several long minutes, the four of them coming down from that high, breath steadying out, basking in the feeling of that shared release.

“Wow,” Molun finally said.

The rest of them laughed.

“I’m serious,” Molun told them, though he was laughing a bit, too. “I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything quite like that, certainly not just by looking at pictures, no matter how arousing they were.”

Perian smiled. “But we weren’t just looking at pictures, were we? We were sharing a beautiful experience.”

Molun nodded. “Yes, we were. It was really amazing. ”

And then he yawned, and everyone else followed suit.

Brannal laughed. “And on that note, I think it’s time for us to find our bed. Thank you very much for sharing this with us.”

“Any time,” Arvus said, and Molun nodded an eager agreement.

Brannal produced a handkerchief to help clean Perian up enough that he could pull on his sleep trousers and look vaguely put together. Perian was clutching the book, which also needed to be cleaned off a little.

“Oops,” Perian said, laughing. “I mean, if there’s any book where that’s probably not a surprise, it’s this one, but I don’t actually want to damage it.”

“We’ll have to move it out of the, er, danger zone next time,” Molun said, before yawning again.

Perian nodded, laughing, buoyed by the idea that Molun was already thinking about doing this again. “Yes, that’s a good idea. But clearly, we need to head to bed now. Thank you so much for sharing this with us. It means a lot.”

Molun pulled Perian into his arms, and Perian snuggled into the hug.

Arvus wrapped his arms around both of them, and then Brannal wrapped his arms around all three of them.

Perian was completely surrounded, and it was almost better than what had just happened.

(Almost, because the sex had been pretty awesome.)

“Thank you for being in our lives, Perian,” Molun said.

Perian melted further into him as the others echoed that sentiment.

“I feel exactly the same way about all of you,” he assured them. “I’m so grateful to be here.”

He hadn’t imagined anything like this, and it was the best.

Arvus yawned this time, and that finally broke them up for good. They wished one another a good night and pleasant dreams—“No doubt of that!” Perian said cheerfully—and then they were separating, Brannal and Perian making their way back to their room.

And this time—bad luck, or had Perian conjured him?

—Cormal was actually coming down the hall as they left Molun and Arvus’s room.

He could not possibly have missed how Perian was dressed, and Perian was so glad he was wearing the sleep trousers.

He didn’t really care who saw him, and he didn’t care who knew that he’d enjoyed himself with people who had equally enjoyed themselves, but there was still something that just…

squirmed in his gut when he saw Cormal—or maybe it was when Cormal sa w him.

The redhead’s lip curled up in a sneer, but before he could actually say anything, Brannal said a very firm, “Good night, Cormal.”

For a moment, it looked like Cormal was going to respond, but although his expression still stayed distinctly unimpressed, he just huffed a breath and pushed past them.