Chapter 5
Mason leaned against Vlash. “Thank you.”
“What for? I think we both enjoyed it.”
Mason smiled against Vlash’s shoulder. He hadn’t meant the sex. “For making me feel like I can still pick up the hottest man in the room.”
Sure, they’d both been drinking, but Vlash was still going to be hot come daylight.
“I picked you up. You are in my room,” Vlash said as though it mattered. That was true, but Vlash could’ve had anyone he wanted. “Thank you for making me feel like the hottest man in the room,” he added, as though words had to be dragged out of him.
Maybe they were since he’d been single for the last ten years.
And Mason had thought his ability to hookup was rusty. If his was rusty, Vlash’s was fossilized.
Isn’t this what singles did at weddings? Hooked up with other singles, so they weren’t alone?
Perhaps it was the alcohol or the way he was pressed against Vlash…inside Vlash…but the sting of the broken engagement wasn’t as sharp.
He brushed Vlash’s long hair aside and kissed between his shoulder blades. There was another silvery scar. He traced along its pale length.
Vlash hadn’t moved. He was probably half a second away from kicking him out so he could go to bed, and then Mason would join the other revelers sleeping on the floor, as per tradition. He eased back, and Vlash groaned.
“How’s your ass?”
“Empty, now.”
Mason’s lips curved as he watched a trickle of cum slide out of Vlash’s hole. “I wouldn’t say that.”
He caught the drop with his finger as if he could push it back in. Vlash’s hole flexed as if needing more.
He wanted to lick it. That would be too much. Bud had called it disgusting. He never stuck his tongue near an ass.
Vlash didn’t move or tell him to stop as he played with his cum-slick hole. More slid out. “Are you trying to make me hard again?”
Was he, or was he just enjoying the moment? Something he hadn’t done in a while. “Is it working?”
Vlash grunted, which wasn’t an answer.
Since he was going to be kicked out at some point, he took a chance. “I want to lick you clean.”
Vlash didn’t say anything.
“If you don’t want me t—"
“Kiss me after.” The words were spoken like an order.
“Okay…”
“So I can taste you.” Vlash canted his hips up.
It took Mason another couple of heartbeats to process that wasn’t a no, but a get busy.
He placed his hand on the elf’s hip and leaned down, swiping his tongue over the mess he’d been making as he’d played.
He lapped up everything that had spilled, loving the way Vlash’s hole was so responsive to his touch.
The heat that had swept through his blood before hadn’t dissipated. As he straightened, Vlash turned. His fingers wrapped around the back of Mason’s neck as he claimed his lips.
Oh…he’d been serious.
Somehow he ended up sitting, with Vlash straddling him, as if his only intention was to ride Mason’s dick again, not kick him out of bed.
His blue eyes were still hard, but there was a curve to his lips that warmed Mason further. He’d put that there.
“You want some of that mead, or do you want to return to the party?”
Vlash’s hand remained on his neck, and while he was unarmed, that didn’t make him any less dangerous.
It was one night, and he had nowhere else to be.
“No one is expecting you?” Mason touched the golden band on Vlash’s head.
“The note was from the king. He supplied the lube and aphrodisiac candle.”
Mason felt his eyes widen as his heart stopped. “The king?”
Vlash studied him. “He is a friend, as well as kin to me.”
Right, so the king had noticed and was helping Vlash out.
“What is in the candle?”
Vlash shrugged. “Magic of some kind. Most likely left over from decorating the wedding suite.” His free hand trailed up Mason’s half-hard cock. Magically half-hard. The last half had an elf assist.
“The effects only last while it is lit, so you don’t need to worry unless you don’t want me to make use of this again.” Vlash kissed him as though determined to wring every drop of pleasure out of the night.
“Grab the mead. I need a drink.”
Vlash leaned back, spine arching in a way that gymnasts would be proud of, and picked up the bottle. He opened it and took a swig before offering it to Mason. The sweet liquor coated his tongue, and when some spilled out of his mouth, Vlash licked it up.
He’d been warned that it was much stronger than the human version, but he wasn’t sure if the buzz in his veins was from the alcohol, the magic, or the man.
Vlash rose onto his knees. “You going to help with logistics?”
Yeah. He angled his dick so Vlash could sink onto him. They both groaned. Then grinned.
Vlash unwound a couple of braids and pulled his circlet off, tossing it over the post at the corner of the bed. It spun a couple of times before settling. “I need to take these braids out.”
“Want some help?”
Vlash’s eyebrows drew together, and Mason sensed the edge form even though he was in the elf. Then his face softened. With a sigh, he took another drink and rolled his hips, riding Mason slowly. “I would appreciate that.”
So while Vlash rocked and rationed out the mead, Mason unraveled the braids in his hair.
He was almost done, and so was the mead, when Vlash kissed him hard and rode him harder as if the teasing had finally gotten to him.
Mason forgot about the elf’s glorious hair and gripped his hips, driving into him as if finding release was the only thing that mattered.
Vlash pushed him back onto the bed, his fingers splayed over Mason’s chest as if he were a furious warrior, and they were locked in battle as they sought to come.
Mason gripped Vlash’s cock and stroked. Vlash muttered something in another language as he fucked Mason’s fist and then his dick.
Not Tarikian—he’d heard that enough to recognize it.
He growled, fingernails pressing into Mason’s skin as cum splashed over Mason’s stomach and chest. Vlash’s tongue flicked over his lip, then he scooped some up with his fingers.
Mason opened his mouth, wanting the taste. Vlash slid two fingers in, and Mason licked them clean. He came with his mouth full of elf cum and tongue.