Playing along, Lian slowly unbuttoned his top. He'd worn his favorite black shirt of Morovian silk created by a group of little old ladies who spent their entire lives learning the skill of spinning. It had been exorbitantly expensive but whenever he wore it he thought it worth every penny.
"I really like this shirt," Nevair commented as he helped Lian slide it off his arms.
"Me too." Lian's lips curved into a pleased smile. His lover had excellent taste.
His shoes, socks, pants, and underwear were quickly removed with Nevair's assistance. He then stripped his clothes off with an efficiency that struck Lian as more erotic than the sexiest exotic dancer. He could almost feel Nevair's need of him with every yank of cloth.
Instead of dragging Lian to the bed right away Nevair kissed Lian gently, almost worshipfully.
Lian pulled away to search Nevair's face. "Did you want to talk some more?"
"No." Nevair's smile hit him in the gut. "I want to make love to you. I don't want to rush you though."
Relief swept through Lian. They'd said they would talk but, really, what could they discuss? They were mates, or they weren't, talking wouldn't change that and, damn, he needed Nevair to fuck him more than he needed to talk their future.
"Rush away. I'm all for the rushing." Lian shouted as Nevair swept him off his feet in a storybook manner. "I'm not a girl," he muttered, feeling foolish.
"No, but you are my man and I take good care of my things."
Lian didn't know how he felt about being a thing but he decided not to argue about it. Sex first, complaints later.
Nevair set Lian on the bed. The cool fabric caressed his back when Nevair climbed on the mattress and settled on hands and knees above Lian. Their hard cocks rubbed together as Nevair leaned down to kiss him.
"Mmm." Lian's fingers curled with the urge to yank Nevair closer. Unfortunately his lover didn't have Lian's experience. Nevair needed time to explore Lian and learn another man's body. "Touch me!" Lian demanded.
He might plan on being more patient but he couldn't prevent his hips from arching up to increase the friction.
"Easy, babe," Nevair growled. "I'll take care of you."
Lian eyes widened in surprise when Nevair took their erections in one large hand and rubbed them together.
"Lube," Lian growled as their dry cocks slid across one another. "It'll ease the friction."
"Good idea," Nevair agreed.
Lian bit back a growl when Nevair abandoned him to grab a small container of liquid on his bedside table. How Lian had missed that before, he didn't know. "Come here often?" he quipped.
Nevair froze. "That." He grimaced. "That was just terrible."
Lian laughed. "I don't improve with time."
Nevair let out a long sigh. "I guess I'll have to get used to your horrible sense of humor."
"You think you can?" Lian asked, his words cutting off when Nevair slicked them up and began his delightful rubbing again.
"I can get used to anything," Nevair said, "but you I will enjoy."
Lian opened his mouth to argue but a particularly good stroke had him gasping instead. Whatever Nevair's experience, the man knew exactly how to handle an erection. Lian moaned, groaned, and sighed his way to a messy orgasm that resulted in his stomach and chest covered in cum.
Nevair released their sensitive shafts and collapsed beside Lian. "That wasn't quite how I planned that to go."
"Did your previous plan involve plunging into me and giving me the fucking of my life?" Lian inquired.
"Uh, huh," Nevair placed a messy kiss on Lian's neck.
"Shame. I guess we'll have to try again later." Lian patted Nevair's stomach.
"Practice is important if you want to excel," Nevair said in a prim voice Lian would bet good money Nevair had learned from his teachers.
