I swallow, but as I try to take him deeper, streams of thick release leak from my lips to pool on his groin. I suck until hestarts to shudder, then use my tongue to clean him off as he draws in heavy, panting breaths.
“Fuck,” he grunts as I run my palms along his thighs, then he yelps when I roll him onto his stomach and swat his ass.
“Now that the princess had his third morning orgasm, we have breakfast waiting. Time to return to the real world for a while.”
“Do we have to?” he mutters into the mattress, but obediently rolls over… even if his flop onto his back borders on a tantrum.
“We do.” I lean over him and kiss him before grabbing his wrists.
He rag-dolls his way to sitting as his wild hair falls around his shoulders.
“You’re no fun,” he complains.
“The jizz swimming in my stomach begs to differ.”
A surprised laugh pushes out of Xeni, and his grin is magnificent as he looks up at me. I kiss him again just because I can, and head over to the dresser to search through the drawers.
I feel his presence before his shadow casts over me. “What are you doing?”
“The lady who owns this place said there might be some clothes in here that would fit you. I didn’t want you to have to put the uniform back on.”
Xeni comes closer and wraps his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind. “Thank you for taking care of me,” he whispers.
I pause my search to grip his arms and hug him back. “It was always my favorite thing to do.”
He presses a kiss onto my cheek, and I soak in the comfort of being in his arms.
When we separate, I nod at the pile of leather. “We’ll need to bring those with us. Your eyepatch is with them, along with your underwear.”
Xeni snorts a laugh from behind me as I finally locate a pair of black shorts and a blue t-shirt that look to be his size. I turn in time to watch his naked ass walk into the bathroom, carrying a familiar strip of pink fabric.
I choke on a laugh. “Were you really wearing lacy panties the entire time they had you locked up?”
“I was,” he calls from the bathroom. “And let me tell you, they started chafing my ass after a few days. Two out of ten, would not recommend.”
“Two out of ten? Not zero?”
Xeni pops his head out of the bathroom door and wiggles his brows at me. “I got at least a little enjoyment out of them.”
I toss the clothes at him with a chuckle. He dresses quickly and runs his fingers through his hair to tame it before we walk into the hallway, hand-in-hand.
Publicly displaying our affection is novel, even in the confines of this apartment. At Ljómur, people had their suspicions, and a few of our close friends knew we were a couple, but we were careful never to act like one in public. Something as innocent as holding hands could’ve sealed our fates long before Xeni’s slip. It’s such a small thing, but it brings me endless joy.
We walk into the kitchen to find Cato washing dishes, but Ego has disappeared.
“That was ten minutes,” the woman teases from over her shoulder, insinuation heavy in her tone.
“Apologies, ma’am,” Xeni says, and I almost roll my eyes at the syrupy sweetness. “That was my… fault.”
She turns around with a motherly smile, carrying two plates loaded with food.
Xeni looks shocked. “You?” he finally whispers.
“Sit and eat.” She guides us toward the two empty chairs. “We’ll talk over breakfast.”
Xeni is still stunned as he drops into a seat and stares at the stack of pancakes in front of him.
“You know each other?” I ask after I offer the woman a quiet thanks when she gives me a plate as well.
