“Take them off, Leo,” Jarryn whispered as his fingers tugged gently at the ties of the demigod’s breeches.
Oh, good.
But Leander protested in an undertone, something about the tent entrance being open and anyone could see what they were up to. He knew from Jarryn’s titter of laughter that the prince didn’t give a shit about anything other than chasing orgasm with abandon, including whether or not his retainers saw him with Leander.
“Let it be known, a side effect of growing up as a filthy rich prince is that I take issue with having to ask for things twice,” Jarryn murmured, a hint of playful threat in his tone as his tongue explored Leander’s chest.
Leander pulled at Jarryn’s hair, a silent command forthe prince to pull down the fucking tent door cover, gods damn it.
Jarryn hissed in shock more than pain. When his eyes opened, they flashed with desire and the promise of pain. “Oh, Leander, you are going to pay for that.”
Leander had no idea what expression he had on his face exactly, but when Jarryn saw it, he capitulated with a huff of annoyance. The prince paused to pull the canvas across the entryway of the tent to give them privacy before returning to his ministrations.
“What am I going to do with you?” Jarryn murmured, annoyed that he had had to stop for those brief seconds.
“I can draw you a map.”
Jarryn paused, then laughed.
It didn’t require much thought. His brain could take over but then he would be left thinking, meandering though yet another awkward conversation aboutfeelings, and he would be left wondering what could have been.
Instead, he shut off all racing thoughts and leant forward again, claiming Jarryn’s lips once more.
The remainder of their clothes were shed with reckless speed.
“Like what you see?” Leander breathed out as his back arched when Jarryn found that sweet spot.
“Every flaw you perceive on your body is just another way I can remember exactly what you look like. Magnificent, Leander.”
“Sure…” said Leander, unable to say more because he was suddenly dealing with the abrupt rushing of blood to somewhere significantly less conversationally useful than his brain.
They explored the sensation of each other’s bodies while they warmed each other on this cold spring evening together, growing bolder with each movement. Both of their hands seemed to come unshackled from inhibition and roamed freely. Order and planning were forgotten. Leander found himself having done things without any realisation that he’d even started them.
The young demigod was… inexperienced to an extent. A hedonist, yes, but his time had been spent mostly with women. Time spent in the company of other men, truth be told, was limited, having some time ago decided that he wanted Jarryn, not one of Jasmine’s well-paid and utterly incomparable male whores. The kissing part was easy, though. He knew what he was doing there, and Jarryn seemed more than a little willing.
Alive to one another’s lips and hands like they had never been before, Leander and Jarryn sought out spots on each other where the reactions were simply the most delectable, the most sublime.
His kisses started out feather light, gentle and cautionary, before his lips parted and his invited Jarryn to do the same, his tongue venturing forwards, looking for its counterpart to dance with.
Leander allowed himself to be carried away by the moment. All his worries, desires, needs… everything. It all fell away until there was nothing left but Jarryn and him, lying in a tent in the woods. Nothing else seemed to matter in that moment.
When he pulled away, Jarryn heaved a great breath of air, his eyes alight with lustful desire. He spoke, in a huskygrowl. “I knew that tongue could be put to better uses than talking.”
Jarryn gripped Leander’s buttocks and squeezed, not hard enough to hurt, but firmly. With the pressure of his hands resting there, their hips met and the clear evidence of their mutual arousal was indisputable.
And from Leander’s lips, Jarryn drew a deep, elongated moan, such were the meticulous ministrations that even Talia was unschooled enough to consider.
Jarryn’s lips moved away from Leo’s to travel across his cheek and down his neck, the kisses interspersed with soft bites, all causing Leander to squirm as he felt the tickle of Jarryn’s growing beard, which hadn’t been shaved since before his auction.
Hands drifted from Leander’s buttocks to under his thighs, where Jarryn shifted Leander’s legs apart and repositioned himself to lie astride the demigod.
“You seem to know what you’re doing…” Leander murmured as he shifted his weight to make himself more comfortable underneath Jarryn and let his head fall back with a deep sigh as he enjoyed Jarryn’s lips on any part of his body that he could reach.
His own hands settled on Jarryn’s arms, his fingers tracing patterns on the bare skin.
Jarryn growled his displeasure and shifted to reach across and take Leander’s hands, forcing them over his head and holding them there. “What a pretty position I have you in… shame I can’t keep you like this all night.” And his hands tightened around the demigod’s wrists as he went to work.
Glancing down, Jarryn caught both of Leander’s wristsin one hand and used his other to stroke Leander’s painful erection. From under lowered lids, he looked up and spoke in a soft growl. “Well now, that does look uncomfortable… perhaps you need some help?”
