Henry sighed and tightened his hold around Loch’s waist. “I’m really scared, Loch.”
“I know you are, my mage. But never forget that you have all of us watching over you. Just as your wards protect us, I would protect you with my sword, my wings, my life.”
Henry raised his head and kissed Loch’s chin. “You’re really sexy when you get all warrior on me.”
“Yes? Shall I unsheathe my weapon and show you what it can do?”
Henry groaned. “Who taught you that one? Cause that’s bad, Loch.”
“What?” Loch said.
Then Henry realized Loch had actually moved his arm and reached for his sword. He actually meant his sword. The one he carried. Henry snickered. Then began to laugh.
Loch scowled at him as he did, but Henry couldn’t stop.
“Everyone says I’m strange,” Loch complained. “I think you are strange. I do not understand what is so amusing. You normally find my sword-play arousing.”
It didn’t help, and Henry began to laugh harder. When he was finally able to breathe again, he smiled up at Loch. “I thought you were being cheesy and offering to unsheathe your other sword.”
“My other—”
Henry glanced down, then back up to Loch’s face.
“Oh. The sword in my pants. You wish for me to unsheathe my penis.”
Henry had to fight back another laugh. “Yes, Loch.”
Loch grinned and pulled him closer, finally catching onto the double meaning in his words. “I am a master at the sword, you know.”
“Yes, Loch.”
“I will wield my weapon now and show you why I am a champion.”
“Please do.”
“I find this very awkward, my mage. My penis is not actually a weapon.”
“Understood. However, I have a place where it could be sheathed.”
Loch frowned at him for a second before he got it. “Oh, yes.”
Henry grinned and Loch pulled him into a kiss. Their bodies pressed together and Loch once more surrounded Henry with his wings. He fumbled for the fastening of Loch’s trousers, wanting them gone. Loch kicked them away before pulling back and giving Henry a very stern look.
“Remove your clothing.”
“Twist my arm.”
Loch scowled and reached for his arm.
“No, I mean. Dammit.” Henry pulled his shirt over his head. “It’s an expression. I’ll explain it later.”
He pushed his pants down and kicked them off. Loch’s scowl eased and he looked Henry up and down with a predatory gleam in his eye. He stalked forward again, pushing Henry back until his thighs bumped against the table.
“I cannot get enough of you,” Loch confessed. His ran his hand down Henry’s side, then guided him back so he was spread out on the table. Henry pushed the books aside without taking his eyes away from his mate’s.
“The feeling is mutual,” Henry said.
“It is such a strange thing to feel,” Loch added. He traced his fingers over Henry’s chest, tweaking his nipples as he went. Then over his belly to rest at Henry’s groin, framing his cock with his long, thin fingers.
