Nevair shook his head. "There's no reason we can't have sex. My goddess doesn't require we remain celibate." Nevair cuddled Lian closer.
"Really?" Relief swept away Lian's anger. He'd misjudged Nevair and he'd never been happier.
Nevair cupped Lian's cheek. "You are the first man ever to tempt me. That puts you in a special category of your own."
Still nervous about touching a man of the goddess, Lian hesitated until Nevair lifted Lian's hands and placed them on his cheeks. "Touch me. I won't shatter and you aren't breaking any laws, legal or moral, I promise."
Nevair's cheeks were rough with wiry hairs, growing in at the end of a day of travel. Lian rubbed his face against Nevair's, reveling in the texture and scent of the man beneath him. Nevair smelled like exotic spices and banked fire. Lian burrowed his nose into Nevair's neck and hummed with pleasure. Tension eased from his body as he soaked in Nevair's essence.
Laughter shook the man beneath him. "I feel like I should apologize for my smell," Nevair chuckled.
"Mmm, never. You smell amazing." Lian took another deep breath, absorbing Nevair's aroma.
His gut clenched with the need to climb inside the other man until they were one.
"I'm glad you like my scent." Nevair took a deep breath. "You smell like flowers."
Lian knew his cheeks were fire red. "It's my cleanser. A family formula."
Perfumers and botanists comprised his mother's side of the family. Before she died, his mother had passed on many of her secret recipes. After learning of Lian's sexual preferences, that part of his family had tossed him out of their lives. In response, Lian kept her notes to himself and vowed to never share them with her kin. The last he'd heard, the family business had started to sink; a petty revenge but a well-deserved one.
Nevair kissed Lian, burning away the bad memories with his touch. Lian moaned against Nevair's lips.
"I have never been as tempted as I am over you," Nevair vowed. His green eyes glowed as he examined Lian.
"I'm glad I could be your temptation." Lian slid his finger beneath Nevair's shirt, stroking the strong muscles underneath. "Yum."
Nevair laughed. "Take it off." He lifted his arms.
"If you're sure." Lian pulled Nevair's shirt off and made a soft sound of approval.
His chest, strong and muscular, had a nice furry patch in the middle. Maybe because Lian didn't grow any hair except on his head, he'd always been a sucker for a big, muscular man with hair on his chest.
Lian lifted his arms and Nevair returned the favor. A sigh escaped as Lian slid his body against Nevair's exposed flesh. Heat and the soft scrape of hair against his skin ratcheted up his desire. He bit his lip. The sharp pain took a bit of the edge off. If Lian didn't take care, he'd come in his pants with only a few rubs.
"Do we have time?" Lian asked.
He didn't want to arrive at Nevair's cathedral stark naked. He might not be a modest man but he wasn't an exhibitionist either. Well, not much of one.
"Trust me, this is going to be quick. Next time I will take you on a proper bed and feed you wine and sweets," Nevair promised.
Lian privately doubted there would be a next time. With a shrug, he pushed aside the worry that once might not be enough. Lian rarely let a man have him a second time. Instead, he preferred a series of hot, entanglement-free moments of bed play. As long as the two people were consenting, no one got hurt.
In the hopes of speeding along their encounter, Lian scooted to sit beside Nevair and scrambled out of his shoes and pants. His fingers fumbled in his haste but eventually he conquered his buttons, zippers, and laces. Pleased he'd won the battle, he looked over at Nevair and damned near swallowed his tongue.
"Wow," he whispered.
Nevair's erection, wide and long, dripped with a line of pre-cum. Lian's mouth watered at the sight. Sliding off the seat he crawled over to settle between Nevair's legs. Leaning forward he lapped at the warm, spongy tip, collecting the sweet nectar.
Unable to resist, he wrapped his mouth around Nevair's cock and sucked.
"Goddess," Nevair swore in worshipful tones. "More. Yes. Please."
Lian hummed his agreement, his lips spread tight around the sticky head. Closing his eyes, he gave full attention to his task. He didn't know how long they had, but he didn't plan to leave the vehicle until he swallowed every last drop. His own erection bobbed hopefully, but maybe he could at least get a hand job before he left. Lian didn't truly expect to get that visit to Nevair's bed. Men often made promises in the heat of the moment.
Before he could get a good length down his throat, Nevair gripped Lian's hair and pulled him off.
"Ow, why did you do that?" Lian didn't even try to hide the hurt in his eyes.
