“Sweetheart.” Deyvid kissed a line across Sy’s chest as he added a second finger. “I missed this.”
“Me too.”
“I can tell,” he said, almost equally breathless but still managing to come off as more controlled thanks to his wry tone of voice. “Otherwise, you’d have the patience for bed.”
Sy doubted that. He’d have let Deyvid jerk both of them off in the bath before he let him stop for anything, even the promise of a thorough fucking in bed. They’d have to be more careful here, but— “Deyvid,” Sy hissed as the head of his lover’s cock kissed the edge of his hole, nudging up against the fingers that were already there. Holy hells, was he going to—
He didn’t, in the end, just pulled his fingers out and wiped the oil that remained along his cock before he began to enter Sy. It was still a tight fit, slightly rough, but the hint of pain just madethe pleasure even more incredible. Sy’s mouth dropped open on a moan, and Deyvid kissed him again, thrusting his tongue back inside just as he bottomed out inside of Sy.
Sy’s whole body throbbed with pleasure. The empty space inside of him, the ache, was finally satisfied. He wrapped his arms around Deyvid’s neck and began to slide up and down, staying clenched to prolong the tension growing in his abdomen.
“Baby,” Deyvid panted, and oh, when he called Sy that it meant he was close. Deyvid was always sweet, but that was a word saved for moments when he was close to losing control. He’d barely been inside of Sy for a minute, but Sy didn’t care. Slow could happen later.
“Fuck me,” Sy said, holding himself a little ways up. “Fuck me, come on.” And Deyvid did it, raising his hips in short, sharp thrusts that hit inside just where Sy needed them. He moved his slippery hand to Sy’s cock and gripped right up at the head, so Sy’s slightest shifts felt magnified. That, combined with the slick sensation of the oil and Deyvid’s cock moving so perfectly inside of him, was more than enough to ratchet Sy’s pleasure up, spiraling him higher and higher until he finally clenched down and came in pulse after pulse against Deyvid’s hand. Deyvid followed right after, burying his face against Sy’s collarbone as he stiffened and spent inside of him.
After the worry and pressure of the past week, release made Sy feel like he was floating on a golden cloud. Every care was wiped from his mind, and for a long time, he and Deyvid stayed like that, until Deyvid finally softened enough to slip free of him. Sy pressed a kiss to his forehead, then his lips. “I love you.”
Deyvid smiled up at him, his handsome, hawkish face framed by the few strands of gray that remained in his dark hair these days. “I love you too, sweetheart.”
“I’m sorry that was so fast,” Sy added with a bit of a blush.
Deyvid shrugged. “We’ve been too long apart lately. Who could blame us for being eager?” Then he made a face “Other than Petur.”
Ha.Petur liked to tease them, but he was the most demanding of them all in the bedroom. “Always Petur,” Sy agreed, then looked toward the door. “The food must be nearly here. Shall we dress for dinner?”
“If you like.” Deyvid looked him up and down and grinned. “I’m happy to stay undressed, honestly.”
“Let’s not scandalizetoomany of the new staff yet,” Sy said dryly as he pushed to his feet and reached for the robe hanging from the hooks above the bath oils. Now that the magic school was nearly complete, Sy had given his majordomo permission to hire and train the staff that would be working there. That meant plenty of new faces, and unlike the ones who’d known Sy from childhood and were essentially imperturbable when it came to his antics with his spouses, the newcomers could and had been absolutely scandalized by their behavior at times. He’d be glad when they could be shifted to their new responsibilities with the students full-time.
They both put on the minimum of clothes needed for company, and when the knock at the door came, Deyvid greeted the server with a kind word. “You can put the trays over there,” he said, pointing at the small, round table with three chairs—well, four if you included Bee’s booster, but that was up against the wall right now.
“Of course, sire.”
“Not sire,” Deyvid corrected their server firmly. “Horsemaster, if you must have a title.”
“Aye, but …” The boy, who couldn’t be more than fourteen, looked between them with confusion. “You’re married to our king, sire.”
“Not exactly.”
Sy came to the rescue. “I’m married to Prince Petur,” he said. “Big man, brown hair, sometimes turns into a raven or wolf.” Or an otter, or his truly terrifying warrior form, but he didn’t want to overwhelm the boy with too much information. “This is Deyvid Windwest, our consort.”
The lad goggled. “Three people in the same bed?”
Goodness, he must be either very new or very forgetful. “Didn’t Mistress Deane give you a proper introduction to the castle?” Sy asked.
“She did, sire, but …” The boy’s face was red with embarrassment now. “I guess I thought he was yourhusband’sconsort.”
“I was at first, but they share me now,” Deyvid said, then sighed dramatically. “It’s a lot of work, balancing the needs of two crowns, but I do what I can to keep them both happy. And who could blame me? Look at your king, isn’t he splendid?”
Sy, wearing an oversized doublet that belonged to Petur and a pair of plain black trousers, scowled at Deyvid. He was anythingbutsplendid right then. It didn’t help that the boy was nodding eagerly, probably trying to put his gaffe behind him. “Thank you for dinner,” Sy said pointedly, and their server left with the alacrity of someone making their escape.
Dinner was cold venison, warm smashed potatoes with thick gravy, and a tray of cut vegetables with three different sauces to dip them in. Simple, palatable food that Sy usually enjoyed, but tonight he felt distracted as they sat down to eat. Deyvid, being himself, noticed immediately.
“What are you thinking?” he asked as he dipped a slice of cucumber in a sweet red-vinegar sauce.
“Do you think a lot of people misunderstand us?” Sy asked, knowing he was frowning but not able to stop. “Assume that we’re not all together, I mean?”
Deyvid shrugged. “I’m sure most people know the truth … the ones who live here in the capital, at any rate. Anything that goes beyond the bounds of typical is harder for some people to grasp, of course.”
