Chapter Two
Pel
Pel enjoyed everything he and Tor did together, but as the days passed, part of him had begun to wonder if they were ever going to get to the full-on sex stage. Not that everything else they were doing wasn’t great! But… why weren’t they doing the rest of it?
Pel knew, after all, that Tor had sex with lots of other people.
Well, he supposed he didn’t know exactly what they did in the bedroom, but he was sure it wasn’t only using hands and mouths, as amazing as those were.
So why weren’t the two of them doing more?
Pel’s history clamored at him that Tor wouldn’t want—but the rest of him remembered how thoughtful Tor was, how he always gave Pel choices and didn’t want to pressure him.
It was far more likely, he realized suddenly, that Tor was waiting for Pel to broach the topic.
So one night when they’d gathered in Tor’s room as usual after they’d finally escaped from his family after dinner, Pel said, “I was wondering…”
Tor grinned at him—this particular one also something of a leer, because they’d set the tone for what tended to happen during their nights together.
Pel couldn’t help but grin back as he said, only a little awkwardly, “I’ve been more than a little curious as to what, uh, fully penetrative sex is like.”
Because he’d heard the lecture from the other man several times about how sex was sex and it shouldn’t be restricted to precise body parts going in precise locations.
Tor’s smile brightened. “Have you? I’d be very happy to explore that with you. Would you like to be on the top or the bottom?”
They might not have had penetrative sex yet, but Tor had explained a lot.
Nevertheless, Pel was still kind of stunned, because it hadn’t occurred to him that it might be a question.
Because Tor was the High Prince, was Extraordinary, and was way more experienced.
He was older and more attractive, too. The list went on and on!
Didn’t it go without saying that he’d top?
But apparently it didn’t, because Tor had asked, and Pel had been staring for too long, because the smile slipped from Tor’s face. He pulled Pel into his arms, though, and Pel wrapped his arms around him and rested his head against Tor’s shoulder.
“This is all about what we both enjoy,” Tor reminded him. “We don’t make assumptions about what someone else wants or is comfortable with, right?”
“Right,” Pel agreed, despite the fact that he’d done exactly that. He cleared his throat. “What would you like to do?”
Tor laughed. “Nope, that’s not how this works. You asked if we could do this, so you get to tell me exactly what you want to do.”
Pel did not want to be put on the spot like this, but… if Tor had answered the question, Pel knew he would have gone with what the man preferred, regardless of his own preference. Tor wasn’t letting him get away with that.
He swallowed and blurted out against Tor’s shoulder, “How could it be a good idea for me to top first?”
Tor laughed softly, vibrations which Pel felt where his skin pressed against Tor’s.
He pulled back enough to be able to look at the man properly.
Tor looked very pleased, and Pel felt himself relaxing.
He really hadn’t meant to make so many assumptions, and he appreciated that Tor was treating them as equals.
Still smiling, Tor said, “I assume you’re familiar with the idea, if not the reality. I’d be happy to guide you through the process. Or do some of the work. I can prepare myself the first time if you’d like to watch.”
Pel swallowed with a dry click. “You’d be stretching yourself open?”
“Unless you’d like to join me.” Tor’s smile was pure invitation. “It’s a very important step.”
It felt like all of Pel’s blood had rushed south, and they hadn’t even started yet. “I think it’s a good idea if you do that part the first time.”
Tor flashed him a grin. “Whatever you want.”
“Whatever we both want,” Pel emphasized.
This wasn’t supposed to be just about him, either.
Tor’s smile softened, and he leaned in to kiss Pel with a teasing brush of the lips. “Most definitely what we both want. And I was trying really hard not to rush my fences, but just so you know, this is something I’ve been thinking about.”
Pel perked up, feeling a grin brighten his face. “Oh, yes? You’ve been thinking about my cock inside you?”
“I’ve been thinking about your cock in pretty much every configuration possible,” Tor admitted. “Ready for instruction mode?”
This made Pel’s grin widen. “Ready.”
Maybe it should have been embarrassing, but Pel found the clear instructions helped him recognize all he was learning—and it also made him feel cared for.
“Let’s get naked,” Tor suggested brightly.
They both stripped down, and then Tor retrieved a small container from the bedside cabinet.
“You’ve seen how oil can help… smooth the way.”
Pel nodded. They didn’t always use it, but Tor’s demonstrations had made it amply clear how pleasant the glide could be, even if it was only while using their hands.
“If we want, we can manage without when we’re using our hands or mouths. But when it comes to cocks in asses—or anything else in asses, for that matter—oil makes it much more comfortable. Make sense?”
On the point of asking what other things people might use, Pel decided that it was probably better to stay focused. He could ask his questions later.
“Makes sense,” he confirmed.
“So the first thing you want to do is get the passage all slicked up, and then you want to stretch it so that it can accommodate something as large as your cock.” He gave Pel an up and down look that was so heated Pel’s cock twitched—which just made Tor gaze even more intently at it before finally meeting Pel’s eyes again.
“That’s usually done with your fingers: first one, then two, then three.
If someone has a really big cock, you can use four fingers.
And some people like more of a burn and only want one or two, but when in doubt, err on the side of lots of stretching. ”
Pel looked down at his fingers and his cock, trying to compare them.
Tor’s voice was full of amusement as he said, “You scissor your fingers. It’ll make sense when it’s happening.”
“If you say so.”
“I always say so,” Tor answered cheerfully. “I’m a fount of knowledge.”
Pel could only laugh. “You certainly have a lot of useful information when it comes to this particular topic.”
Tor’s grin was broad. “There are a number of different positions. The most comfortable way for the first time is generally hands and knees.”
Pel nodded. Then he blinked at the other man. “Wait. How do other configurations work? Don’t we… not line up right?”
“Pillows under the hips, bent over furniture, bent legs, some people are really flexible,” Tor counted the options off on his fingers. “There are actually lots of ways it can be done. But it can be a little awkward for the first time, so I would suggest hands and knees.”
Pel appreciated that Tor gave recommendations but still listed options. He was so used to people in his life dictating the way that it should be—and usually telling Pel how he fell short of that ideal.
His stomach was churning, and he couldn’t quite tell if it was excitement or dread. Maybe both?
At last, Pel said, “That sounds very sensible.”
Tor raised an eyebrow. “But are you feeling sensible right now?”
Laughing, feeling more certain all of a sudden, Pel said, “Yes, I’d like to make the first time as easy for myself—and you—as possible.”
With a bright smile, Tor agreed, “Easy it is. In that case, you just need to get on the bed—or whatever surface you’ve chosen, of course—and get the oil out.”
Tor climbed up on the bed and went to his hands and knees so that he was facing away from Pel.
His ass was perfectly on display, round and smooth and beautiful.
Actually, all of him was beautiful. Pel didn’t often get to appreciate Tor from this vantage point, his strong shoulders and back, the gentle curve of his spine, and the incredible swell of his ass.
Tor wiggled his pert bottom before he looked over his shoulder and gave Pel glorious bedroom eyes. “Coming?”
He swallowed and managed after a moment, “That’s definitely not going to be a problem.”
Tor laughed. Then he twisted round and sat on the bed facing Pel. “Actually, that brings me to one more important point, and I think it’s better to discuss it now, since I suspect I’ll be a little distracted later.”
He patted the bed next to him, and Pel joined him, curious.
“You’re aware of my opinion on your father.
” Pel made a face, because in bed was the last place he wanted to talk about King Forex.
Tor looked surprisingly serious, though his lips had tipped up a bit.
“I’m not sure if anyone has had this conversation with you, so I’d like to make sure that we have it now.
If you already know all about it, just let me know. Magical intent when you’re having sex.”
Pel stared at him for a long moment, because they’d been having all sorts of sex, and this had never come up before. Why would he need—
“You’re worried that I’m going to get you pregnant?” Pel asked, shocked.
Tor’s expression softened. “Not as such, no. But I don’t feel like I’d be doing my duty if I didn’t make sure you know how this works.”
Pel supposed he could appreciate in the abstract that Tor was treating this seriously.
“Doesn’t it take the magical intent of both participants to make a baby?”
Pel might not be an expert, but he knew that much, didn’t he?