Chapter Twenty-Two #3
Tor scoffed. “Please. Who do you take me for? I’m looking to show you such a good time that we wipe the slate clean.”
Pel laughed, looking delighted and exasperated at once. “You’re so full of yourself.”
“I don’t know,” Tor drawled. “Is it being full of yourself when it’s true?”
He reached down and lifted Pel up. Pel obediently wrapped his legs tightly around Tor’s hips so that Tor could carry him to bed and lay him down on it.
Tor could already feel the swell of Pel’s erection against him.
It had been weeks since Tor had been able to experience this.
Worse for Pel, since he’d been conscious for all of it, but Tor was still achingly aware of the loss, of the nights where they’d had no privacy or no sleep or were just desperately worried about Tor’s family.
Now there was nothing whatsoever to stop them.
“Want to get naked?” Tor invited.
This morning, they’d gotten cleaned up after the fight, but that had been more matter-of-fact than anything, concentrating on actual cleanliness and ensuring that no one was injured.
Tekilona had taken a look at each of them and given them a little boost, which, now that Tor thought about it, was probably why they’d made it this far without collapsing in exhaustion.
This disrobing wasn’t clinical at all, and Tor delighted in each inch of Pel’s pale skin that was revealed, no injuries marring it. They’d come out of this unscathed. Tor had trusted that Pel would be safe, and he had been.
Once Pel’s tunic was discarded on the floor, Tor tugged Pel’s hose down a few inches so he could lay a hand on his belly and then lean down and press a kiss to it.
“I swear every day isn’t like this, baby. We’re working to have some nice quiet days so you can grow healthy and strong in your father without anything at all to worry about.”
Pel snorted. “That’s incredibly optimistic of you.”
Tor grinned and continued to skim off Pel’s clothing, tugging him completely out of his hose and underclothes. He hummed a sound of approval.
Pel naked was one of his most favorite things, especially when his cock was jutting up proudly, just waiting for Tor’s touch.
“I’m quite sure we’re owed a vacation,” Tor told Pel. “Relaxation and sex all the time.”
Pel shifted his hips restlessly. “That doesn’t sound so bad. Want to practice now?”
Tor tugged off his own clothes and then crawled on top of Pel on the bed, caging him in.
“I really do. Can I fill you up?”
Pel let out a breathy sound that Tor wanted to hear again and again.
“Yes, please.”
Apparently, they’d both packed oil just in case, and Tor savored their optimism. According to Pel, Tor took way too long to prep him, but Tor thought he took just the right amount of time, glorying in the sounds that he wrung from Pel’s lips as Tor stretched him carefully open.
Tor could have lost this wonderful, wonderful man, but he hadn’t. Pel was right here, spread out beneath him, begging for more.
Sinking into his tight heat really did feel like coming home, like Tor was exactly where he was supposed to be. Pel was staring at Tor like he was the most amazing person in the whole wide world, but Tor was entirely certain that was Pel.
Tor leaned in to kiss him, murmuring, “I love you,” against his lips.
“I love you, too,” Pel gasped back, body trembling. “I love you so much.”
Tor hadn’t thought he would ever have this. He hadn’t even known he wanted it. And yet here they were.
“Move,” Pel ordered.
His perfect, bossy bond-mate.
Tor obeyed, but he moved slowly, teasing them both as he pulled almost all the way out and then glided back in, burying himself as far inside Pel as it was possible to get. They both groaned with satisfaction and frustration in equal measure.
Tor wanted this to last forever, the pleasure a blazing connection between them.
“More,” Pel begged, hands clutching frantically at Tor. “Please.”
Tor was powerless to resist the plea, his thrusts picking up speed as he drove them both higher and higher.
Pel’s body glistened with sweat, color reddened his cheeks, and his eyes were dark with lust. He’d never looked more beautiful to Tor as he rocked up into Tor’s thrusts.
“Fill me up,” Pel ordered. “You said you were going to.”
Tor’s hips snapped forward, and Pel grinned fiercely at him.
It only took another handful of thrusts, and then they were both exploding, pleasure overwhelming all of Tor’s senses in a heady daze.
He finally became aware enough of his body once again to clean the two of them up and then help a very pliable Pel tug on a nightshirt. Tor did the same before relaxing back into the bed, and Pel made a happy sound and burrowed against Tor.
Tor wrapped an arm around him. There was really nothing more he wanted from life than this.
Tor was out of bed before he realized what was happening, sword in hand, though he didn’t remember grabbing it.
He was in the hall by the time he heard what he assumed was the second scream.
It took him a moment to orient himself and figure out what room the screams were coming from. He and Stronex reached the door first.
It was Ada and Larexa’s room.