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Scowling, he watched intently as I climbed on and crawled towards him on hands and knees. His chest rose and fell rapidly.

I shifted over him until I was positioned over his lap. Lowering myself down, I settled my weight on the tops of his thighs. His shaft jutted up between us. His hands went to my face and his eyes were fixed on my smiling mouth. He flicked his gaze up as if asking for permission.

“Kiss me,” I said.

He did, before I’d even finished ordering it.

I held the sides of his neck and kept him from deepening the kiss. He strained for me but quickly settled into it, following my pace.

He feathered his hands up and down my back but stopped grabbing.

The kiss turned sweet. His soft exhalations struck my cheek.

I lifted away and kissed the tip of his nose and between his elegant eyebrows on my way to rest my chin on top of his head.

His height meant that, even sitting on his lap, I could only manage it if he bent down.

The arms wrapped around me tightened then eased as we sat together, breathing.

His face was tucked into my neck and I held him, a surge of tenderness welling up from deep inside me.

He rearranged his arms and tugged me closer as he opened his mouth on my neck.

He didn’t push. He sucked gently, brushed his lips back and forth, had a little nibble.

In the end, I was the one who moved things on.

I’d always been more interested in driving a partner towards their own pleasure than receiving pleasure for myself, but with Sayan it had become an obsession.

I leaned back, lifted his face, and kissed him hard.

He grunted, a little surprised by the sudden shift in my mood, but more than receptive to it. I pushed my tongue into his mouth even as I pushed a hand down between us and took him in a punishing grip. His body jerked, hips bucking up and almost dislodging me.

I wanted, fiercely, to take him then, as I used to take. To have a shaft that would harden and stay hard, to slide into him and own him from the inside out, to brand him and let him know that he was mine, for that moment and forever.

My stomach twisted with an acid pang of regret that I couldn’t.

I’d managed to get an erection more than once during the winter I’d spent with Sayan, but it hadn’t lasted and I’d never allowed myself to engage with it beyond observing it and moving on.

But now I wanted to maintain it long enough to use it, dammit.

“Erik,” Sayan murmured against my lips. “Erik, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I angled his face to the side and slid my mouth to his neck. I strung a line of sucking kisses down to his collarbone and back up to the hinge of his jaw. He dropped his head against the pillows and moaned for me.

No one made noises like my Sayan. No one.

I drove my hand into his long, tangled hair, making him hiss. His eyelids lowered and he panted, watching me. I tightened my fingers and pulled, drawing his head back and exposing his throat. He flexed beneath me and his eyes closed, cheeks flushing sweetly.

I darted in to bite at his plump mouth, making his eyes pop open in surprise. “I want to take you,” I growled.

“I am yours.”

I groaned and tightened my grip on his hair again, loving his responsive gasp. “I can’t. Not the way I want.”

His large hands went to my waist and he lifted me with that effortless strength that still—and always would—gave me chills.

He set me in a high kneeling position and slithered down from the pillows to lie flat.

He raised his arms above his head, eyes on mine, and stretched himself out in a long ripple. His muscles flowed like water.

“If you cannot take me exactly how you want, take me in another way.” His knowing gaze went to my cock. It was hard, but not quite halfway. He slid a hand up my thigh and in to hold my balls for a second before drifting behind to stroke at my hole. He raised a brow.

I shook my head sharply. Yes, I’d intended to ride him when I first climbed onto the bed, but it wasn’t what I wanted.

Besides, it might start with me taking him but it always ended with him taking me. He still hadn’t yet managed to not flip me over in the middle of things and finish on top of me.

A smile flickered over my face and I caught his wrist, drawing his hand out from between my legs.

He pouted, turned his wrist in mine, and pulled my hand to his cock instead.

I squeezed it and shook my head again.

Sayan thought for a moment, then grinned. Catching the backs of my thighs with a loud smack, he hauled me up to straddle his chest, and leaned forwards to lick the tip of my cock.

He made a happy sound.

“No,” I said.

His happy sound turned to a disgruntled sound.

I shifted off him. “Lie on your stomach for me.”

Sayan immediately flung himself onto his front, shaking the bed. He humped against the sheets, luxuriating in the slide of silk over his skin.

Once I’d discovered quite how sensitive he was to the feel of fine fabrics, I’d spent a fortune sourcing the very best silk to be found and having it made into sheets.

It still wasn’t as fine as his lovely, immortal skin. Nothing was.

I trailed my fingers lightly down his spine, following the channel between the lean planes of muscle. He flexed up into it, sighed, and pushed his hips down, rubbing himself lazily against the bed.

I covered him again, slinging a leg over to seat myself at the top of his thighs. He bounced his arse up at me, making me laugh.

He shook his head, muffling his own laughter in his crossed arms.

I mapped out the graceful architecture of his strong back.

He was nature’s finest work of art, he truly was.

I began with a light, tickling touch but soon moved to firm strokes, up and down, curling around his waist, tucking my fingertips between him and the sheets, tilting his pelvis and controlling the gentle rocking he hadn’t yet stopped.

He wasn’t laughing now.

He moved slowly but steadily, hungry for sensation, yes, but doing it for my enjoyment as much as his.

I leaned over him, bracing one hand on the mattress and sliding the other beneath him. He stilled, quivering, as I dragged my palm over his lower belly and coasted it the length of his hard shaft before enclosing it in a firm grip. I leaned down and bit his ear. “Move for me.”

Sayan did, beginning with a small, almost delicate rock into my fist and quickly moving to a solid driving thrust. He moaned and leaned up onto his elbows, tossing his hair back.

It scattered over his flexing back in long, snaking green tendrils.

I didn’t pull it, even though that was, I suspected, what he wanted.

Sayan leaked copiously against my hand, significantly more than a human would. It was a part of his naiad nature, designed to help ease his way into lovers without hurting them, despite his size, despite his tendency to overwhelm.

I was about to use it to overwhelm him.

I let him work for a few thrusts more, and drew my hand away. He whined, spreading his legs wider and pushing his hips down onto the mattress.

The whine caught in his throat and he froze, quivering, when I slipped a finger between his buttocks and rested over his hole. I leaned down, pressing my front against his heaving back, and said in his ear, “Take it for me.”

Sayan gasped with excitement, nodding.

I pressed inside.

I knew that he liked this. It was new for him but he’d told me he did, when I’d asked. His body told me so now. He shifted restlessly beneath me.

I took my time rearranging myself. I lay on top of him, canting to one side to give myself room to play with his beautiful arse.

Next time, I thought, I’d have him kneel up for me. At the head of the bed, facing the wall. Perhaps I’d find us a mirror. I’d have his cock in one hand and take him with the other.

That was for next time.

Now, I began to flex my wrist slowly, getting him used to the sensation.

He panted into the covers, his hips returning to that steady, rolling movement.

“Touch yourself,” I told him, and he eagerly complied, shoving an arm down and reaching beneath to grab himself.

I guided his movements, pushing him into it, letting him draw slowly back, pushing him forwards again.

I had two fingers inside him, and he groaned.

He was tight. I got lost in the feel of him, his body beneath me, around me. He said my name, over and over.

I tucked another finger in and he began to shake.

“Hold still, now,” I said, and he did his very best, as he always did.

He shook beneath me in hard clenches. His hips twitched constantly, his shoulders tightened and released.

He was up on his elbows again and he dropped his head low, letting it hang.

He was trembling so much that his arse was quivering. And what a sight that was.

Without warning I pulled my fingers free and lay down over him. I took a round, firm cheek in each hand and slid my shaft between them. I didn’t try to enter him. I wasn’t hard enough to do it, and I didn’t need to. This was enough.

“Yes,” Sayan was whispering, “Erik, please. Please . Please, Erik.”

I held his cheeks together and began to thrust. I groaned at the familiar sensations, at the pull in my thighs, in my hips. The tension low in my abdomen.

While I wasn’t on Sayan’s level as a lover, I had been good at this, once.

Apparently, I was good at it still.

Sayan was rolling beneath me, doing his best to meet my thrusts. He was endearingly clumsy at it; it was, after all, familiar to me but new to him. He adjusted his pace, his rhythm, trying his best to work his arse back against me as I worked against him.

I smacked a hand down on his right buttock—not a slap but a sharp grab, and I dug my fingers in.

Sayan cried out, high and surprised, and came suddenly.

He was beautiful as he did it, writhing in long, spasming pulses. I squeezed him tighter around my cock, which only made him moan louder and jerk harder. I thrust against him again and again and again, the thrill of watching him come undone beneath me rising and rising.

The pleasure crested and spilled through my body, billowing through me and leaving me energised and thrumming. But I didn’t climax as I once used to. I’d thought, for a moment, that I might…but no.

I gazed down at where Sayan lay spent and sated between my legs. His head was turned to one side. His eyes were closed and his lips curled in a dreamy smile. His large, strong body shimmered with relaxation.

Even though he was lying in the wet spot.

I slowed my thrusts to something gentler, enjoying the sensation of pushing between his tight buttocks, entranced by the erotic sight of it. Sayan lifted a heavy arm and reached back to clasp my thigh.

“Yes,” he said, and held on, pulling me forwards gently.

I took it to mean keep going, and I did, for a while.

He moved with me subtly, the same way I’d seen him do when he talked to me of his lake, as if even when he wasn’t in it, he still felt its currents flowing through him.

My heart rate slowed and so, eventually, did my movements, until I stopped with a sigh and draped myself over him.

He breathed deeply. I rose on his inhales and fell on his exhales. We lay there together in silence. I felt his heart beat back against mine.

“I love you, Erik,” he said quietly.

“I love you.” I parted the warm, damp hair at the base of his neck and kissed him there at the very top of his spine.

He lifted up, rolling me until we were lying on our sides. He tangled our legs together, and pulled me in to press against him.

His beautiful face was shy, his eyes lowered. He licked his lips. “I liked that,” he said, and darted a quick glance up at me before looking away.

“As did I.” I touched his chin, bringing his gaze back up to mine. My chest swelled with tenderness as it always did when he let me look at him. Really look at him, not just admire him.

He shuffled closer, until we were wound together as close as we could be.

It was another thing he loved to indulge in, this closeness.

I was almost certain that he enjoyed the intimacy and the afterglow more than the actual act of making love. He loved to wind himself around me, hold me close, as if I’d drift away from him if he didn’t.

It was strange, but I felt his love then like a physical thing. It was a warmth inside and all around me, a mingling of the invisible parts of me with the invisible parts of him.

It was pure chance that we had found each other.

Chance, that I had come here to Laskeld at the same time as he had woken from the sleep that could well have lasted the rest of existence itself, and had seen me on the shore. Followed me onto land. Seduced me, and allowed himself to be seduced in turn.

Or perhaps it had nothing at all to do with chance. Perhaps it was fate, the work of the gods themselves.

While I was a lowly and insignificant human, Sayan was, after all, an immortal who shared their blood.

Perhaps one of them had looked upon him, decided that he’d been alone long enough, and had drawn me here just for him.

I smiled.

To be on the safe side, I sent out a silent thanks to them all.