Part Two #6
“My mother is The Corilyeth,” Westin answered, then hesitated.
“For now. She would be the landlord, if you insisted. My sister handles most of the land management. But yes, Hely knows. All the locals know. It wasn’t only Hely.
We’re not rich as many noble families are.
I can’t offer you that. We have no desire for conquest or pleasing rulers.
We farm, and do some business, and maintain an old estate, and do not even really have sworn guards, except for a few kept around because they are older.
They were mostly for pride anyway. The heads of noble families often travel with sworn guards, even lesser families.
As for anything else, I personally have my remaining Outguard pay.
Although, with my sister not inclined to diplomacy,” or tact, Westin silently apologized to Besse but it was true, “or palace goings on, when my mother chooses to finally rest,” Westin tried not to sigh at the rising color in Sun’s face, “I will be The Corilyeth. But my money is yours. That is, I will use it to spoil you as best as I can. I can be selfish.”
“You can’t,” Sun protested, but weakly, his mind clearly on other matters. “This is why you lend others money and never ask for it back. Oh, Westin.”
“We are content with what we have,” Westin insisted, repeating what the family believed and had said to each other long before he’d been born. “I have always been content with what I had. Until you. You made me want more. It worried me.”
“Worried you like the cold worries you?” Sun was among the sharpest and cleverest of the outguards.
“I’m territorial about you,” Westin confessed, basking in what the admission did to Sun. “It makes me feel like a beat-of-four.”
“You are a beat-of-four,” Sun reminded him without mercy.
“Yes.” Westin breathed out but it didn’t calm him. “I can be selfish. In one area, I can.”
“With me.” Sun shimmied his pleasure at that and then slid back down as if intending to use Westin as a pillow again.
Instead, he draped himself over Westin’s lap, his chin propped up in his hands, his ass on display, and wriggled when Westin settled his hands on the backs of his thighs.
“I’ve never thought of marriage,” he said with his face hidden.
“I think you’d regret marrying me, in time. ”
He paused.
Westin opened his mouth, then reconsidered the challenge for what it was and put a hand over the curve of Sun’s backside. That backside had been offered to him for a reason, although Westin still did not feel inclined to spank, and if he did, it would not be in a booth for a whole inn to hear.
But the brat was testing him, so Westin spread Sun’s cheeks enough to push two fingers back into his slick body, and Sun gasped in a gratifying way and tried to shift his knees apart.
Westin held him still and pressed in again, seeking and finding where Sun was sensitive from their tupping and stroking with firm pressure. Sun wriggled, then squirmed. He panted and turned his head to glare up at Westin.
“And yet,” Westin said thoughtfully, hot and aroused and wound up in ways that would make Sun proud, “I think you’ll say yes anyway, if only to keep me away from Hely. I am yours, am I not? You can’t trust Hely with me. That’s what you said.”
Sun groaned and turned his head away again.
“I have no problem with Hely,” he puffed out, then jerked away from Westin’s fingers only to shove himself back down on them and shudder. “Wes,” he said weakly. “It’s terrible. It’s so much. Don’t stop.”
“You haven’t answered me,” Westin reminded him, and slipped in a third finger with beat-of-four impulses stirring in his chest again. It was terrible, he silently agreed, and yet shared Sun’s desire to keep going.
Sun allowed it, shaking but somehow pleased by it all.
“What I think you really need is someone to watch your back.” Sun paused every few words to let a whine escape.
“To travel with you when you resolve disputes, or go to the palace, or—West.” Sun tried and failed to get his knees apart.
He would be demanding cock again soon unless Westin got him to spill over himself and the cushions by continuing this correction.
“You should have a sworn gua-ard.” Sun’s voice rose when Westin began to press with steady, regular pressure.
“Are you…? I will be your guard, Westin. I will protect you, even if I am also your pet.” He dropped his head to the cushion to pant. “Are you going to fuck me again?”
“You’ll be sore.” But if Sun wanted it, then yes, he would.
“So I can feel it even when you’re gone,” Sun said.
“Only you won’t be. You aren’t going to leave this time.
” He pushed back into Westin’s touch, then put a hand over his mouth as if that could keep his wail from spilling out.
“You aren’t going to leave and I won’t have to leave you.
I’ll rile you up but I’ll keep you safe.
You’re mine. My one-and-only.” He shivered violently.
“Yes. Yes, West. Even though I’m trouble. You won’t stop?”
“Come back up here,” Westin ordered, distantly alarmed at how easy giving orders was becoming.
But when he gently slid his fingers free, Sun came back up to be enfolded in his arms, and he was all warm skin and a sweet mouth at Westin’s throat.
A risk and a worry. Trouble, but also what let Westin shut his eyes and breathe.
He might wish for a scent that better matched what Sun wanted, but the citrus-and-herb wasn’t unpleasant.
It was a scent for a steady, settled older man, because that was what Sun desired.
“You are trouble,” Westin agreed with him, nuzzling his hair and petting the freckles at his nape.
“A wolfling and a brat.” Another shiver went through Sun.
Westin’s blood stayed hot, but his thoughts were clear at last. “My brat,” he ventured quietly, and slid his fingers back inside of Sun to elicit both a tortured cry and then a weak moan against his neck.
“Lark-in-my-hand,” Westin realized aloud, and gave Sun another kiss amid the sound of heavy rain and quiet, distant, Solace House conversation.