“No. Not like Torians do. We don’t gift them as often. But when a couple marries, they exchange matching rings.”
Back to that. Theos sighed, and Finnvid twisted around so they could see each others’ faces. “I can just buy you a different bracelet. Right? It would be okay if I just gave you one, not a matching one.”
“You should hang onto your money. I’ll buy bracelets.” Theos took a deep breath and a moment to be sure he really meant it, then said, “Matching ones, if that’s what you want.”
Finnvid rolled right over and kissed Theos while doing some very interesting things with his lower body. Then he ruined it all by saying, “I wantyouto want it. If you’re just doing it to make me happy, you shouldn’t.” Another strong, deep kiss, and he added, “You already do more than enough to make me happy. I’m happy. I love you, and I like living with you, and I’m already breaking so many Elkati rules with just that . . . it probablydoesmake sense for me to let go of a few more.”
This seemed a bit too good to be true. They kissed more, familiar and warm and safe, and when Theos cautiously slid his hand down past their hard cocks and reached behind, Finnvid lifted his legs and wrapped them around Theos’s hips.
“I feel like I may be stepping into a trap,” Theos murmured, but he stretched for the pot of oil by the side of the bed anyway.
“I love you,” Finnvid replied. “And I love it when you’re inside me. No traps.”
“That’s just what someone laying a trapwouldsay.” Theos made little circles with his oiled finger, nipping the tip just inside and then pulling it out for more circles. More teasing, for both of them.
“Fuck me,” Finnvid ordered, and Theos just raised his eyebrows and kept doing what he was doing.
Finnvid groaned in frustration. “I could go find someone else right now,” he threatened. “Someone more obedient, who’d fuck me when I told him to.”
“You could findlotsof men who’d be more than willing,” Theos promised. “I’d rather you didn’t do it right now, but if you wanted to, you could.” That was a distracting thought. What would it be like if Finnvid was making those breathy sounds for someone else, if his beautiful cock was wrapped in someone else’s fist?
“Or if I was with another man, maybe I’d do the fucking,” Finnvid said thoughtfully. “I don’t really want to fuckyou, but someone else? Maybe I’d like that.”
“You might,” Theos mused. How wouldhefeel about that? Better than having someone else touching Finnvid’s ass, at least. But both options made his stomach tighten in an unpleasant way.
Finnvid ran his fingers absentmindedly over Theos’s shoulders. “Maybe I’d like being with himbetterthan I like being with you,” he mused.
Theos frowned, then saw Finnvid suppressing a smug smile. Theos let his face break into a wide grin. “Impossible,” he declared. “Such a man doesn’t exist. You could never do better than me.”
Finnvid managed to hold off for a moment, but then he wrapped his arms around Theos’s neck and kissed him. “I never could,” he agreed. “And you could never do better than me.”
“Never,” Theos promised. And he meant it.
He slid another finger inside Finnvid, who arched his back and rocked against him. “No more talking,” he gasped. “Just fucking.Please. Theos . . .”
No, Theos couldn’t imagine Finnvid begging like that, not if the plea included any other man’s name. “I love you,” he whispered.
“So fuck me!”
“What happened to my blushing Elkati virgin?” Theos shifted so his cock slidalmostinto place, but he just teased around the opening. Finnvid shuddered and writhed, and Theos wanted to watch him forever. This was Finnvid, and Finnvid washis.His. Every groan that came from Finnvid’s lips was a song for Theos’s pleasure, every shiver of his body a dance Theos could share. He kissed Finnvid’s neck, his cheek, his ear, whatever his mouth could reach without taking their bodies apart. “I love you,” Theos whispered again.
“Prove it,” Finnvid groaned, canting his hips in an attempt to draw Theos in.
Theos ran his free hand down Finnvid’s belly, ghosted it just above his straining cock, and then returned it to his ribs. “I could slay a dragon for you. Or rescue you from rock trolls. Fight a star god.”
“Or you could skip right to the victory fucking.”
Theos let his cock slip just inside, just enough to make Finnvid’s breath catch and his hips roll, and then he pulled out again and went back to teasing. He was so hard he ached right up to his belly; the brief touch of pressure around the head of his cock had been enough to make his balls throb, yet he stayed strong.
“Slave,” Finnvid barked. “Iorderyou to fuck me.”
“I don’t think I’m—” Theos started, but Finnvid made his move then, twisting with his hips, driving with his shoulders . . . he didn’t have enough weight to actually flip Theos, but there was courage in the attempt, and he should be rewarded for that. Also, Theos loved him. And, of course, Theos was about ready for some victory fucking too.
So he let himself be rolled over, squirmed away from the edge of the narrow bed, and watched with warm eyes as Finnvid straddled him, looked down as if to be sure there was no objection, and then slid down, slowly, steadily, stretching himself around Theos’s cock.
Theos gasped and arched his back as his hands found Finnvid’s hips and held on. The heat, the slick, tight slide—it was all perfect. All familiar. What Theos still hadn’t gotten used to, what he wasn’t sure he everwouldbe used to, was Finnvid. Theos forced his eyes to stay open so he could appreciate the view. The beautiful pale body, smooth and unscarred; the fine-boned face, tense with concentration and growing pleasure; and then, when Finnvid opened his eyes and his gaze found Theos’s? The warmth, the challenge, and most importantly, the love.
“I love you,” Theos said. His self-control was leaving him, but he wanted to say these words before he lost himself entirely. “You’re the only one I want. No one else should touch you, or even look at you. You’re mine. Always mine.”
