Chapter Fifty-One #3
Penn’s tongue dipped between Val’s lips, eagerly deepening the kiss. His fingers tangled in Val’s hair, pulling him closer, as if he wanted to meld them into one being.
Val felt empty now that Penn no longer filled him, but the ache of his cock was more insistent. He wanted to be inside Penn again, to feel every part of his lover surrounding him. He backed Penn against the bed, and they collapsed onto the silk sheets with a laugh.
“Our hair is still wet,” Penn protested even as he peppered kisses along Val’s cheek and down his neck. “We’ll ruin the pillows.”
“I’m sure our host can afford more,” Val replied, running his hands down Penn’s chest, tweaking a nipple with his fingers. That earned him a gratifying groan, and he lowered his head, taking the nipple into his mouth to toy with it, teasing Penn with teeth and tongue.
Penn arched up against him, a low moan escaping his throat. “I see you’re eager to take the lead again,” he said, voice husky with desire. “It was fun while it lasted.”
“You can fuck me as often as you want in the future,” Val promised him, trailing kisses down Penn’s stomach.
His lover shifted and writhed beneath him, as tormented by the light caress of lips as he was from the nip of teeth.
“Maybe even the next round, if you’re up for it.
” A lie, since Val planned to so thoroughly ravage Penn that he wouldn’t have the energy for anything but to beg for more.
Penn snorted, clearly understanding Val’s real intent. But he didn’t protest. He simply pushed Val’s head lower, toward his cock. After their session in the bath, he wasn’t quite ready to go again, but Valerian was happy to assist.
Valerian licked a long line over Penn’s shaft, thrilled to watch it swell and grow.
It’d been a few weeks since Valerian had last taken Penn, but his fingers entered him easily, as if his body remembered Val, had been waiting for him.
Still, he took his time carefully stretching him while he lavished Penn’s cock with licks and kisses, until it eagerly stood at attention, fluid already dripping from the tip.
“Are you going to keep teasing me,” Penn demanded, his voice low and sultry. “Or are you going to fuck me like you promised?”
“I,” Valerian began, positioning the head of his cock at Penn’s entrance, “am going to make very sweet, passionate love to you.”
Penn laughed. “For you, that almost sounds bor-ing.” The second syllable came out in a low groan as Val slid inside him.
“Oh, I’ll make it fun,” Valerian replied, kissing the sensitive spot below Penn’s ear.
Penn’s fingers returned to Valerian’s hair, tugging him down for a kiss. Their tongues tangled, fast and frantic, even as Valerian kept his promise, gliding in and out of Penn at a glacial pace.
Penn’s legs wrapped around Val’s waist, and he tightened his hold, trying to urge Valerian faster, but he had been waiting to come together again for too long. He wanted this moment to last for eternity.
At the back of his mind, he could feel the heat of the spreading fire. Knew that his ‘eternity’ wouldn’t be long at all.
When he finally climaxed, it wasn’t the usual rush or fall. It was a slow tumble into a trusted embrace.
Val rolled over and pulled Penn to him, tucking him close to his side.
Penn’s arm spread over his chest, one of his legs tucked between Val’s.
They should get up, clean themselves off, before either going for another round or falling asleep.
But Val couldn’t let Penn go in that moment, as if he’d known that night would be their last time together.
“My mother died when I was five years old,” Valerian said, his voice low and his eyes locked on the ceiling. “Afterwards, a nobleman took me in to be his son’s playmate. At least, that’s what he claimed. I didn’t know my actual role until the first time a tutor whipped me after Maksim acted out.”
Penn’s quiet, steady breaths were his only reply. This memory of him couldn’t react to something Val had never told him.
And since he would get no judgement, no reaction, Valerian rambled on about every scar, every heartbreak, until his voice became hoarse and his words tasted like smoke. Then he said the one thing he really wanted to tell Penn, even though he knew he would receive no reply. “I love you.”
Penn inhaled deeply, and on his next exhale, Val imagined him saying, “I love you, too.”
This was a calmer death than a lying, mercenary bastard like Valerian deserved, so he pretended that he was only falling asleep. That the darkness closing in was only a transition into his dreams. He tightened his arm around his lover and snuggled closer, burying his face deeper into Penn’s neck.
Inhale the heavy scent of musk, the faded traces of soap and clean skin.
Exhale, stirring the stray strands of hair brushing Penn’s neck.
Inhale, their chests rising together.
Exhale, hot breath burning away the world piece by piece until the only two things left in existence were the lovers tangled together on a bed of nothingness.
Inhale—