“No…”
Theo rubbed his knees together.He was hot, getting sweaty, too turned on to stay still, but that didn’t matter because he couldn’t really move like this, not with Peter holding him, with Peter at his back, with Peter’s breath brushing against his cheek.
Hot tension collected in his belly, then deeper, and Theo could feel that he was seconds away from coming.He tried holding it back, desperate to defy, but too much at Peter’s mercy to succeed.
With a whoosh of air leaving his lungs and his spine arching while his mouth fell open in a near silent gasp, Theo came in Peter’s hand.It was a deep kind of orgasm that lasted for longer than normal, the kind that had previously made him all floppy, breathing heavy and staring at the ceiling without seeing a thing.
Except Theo was floppy on his side, and he was staring at that hot fae romance novel he’d dropped on the bedside table…not even that long ago.
“Hot fae sex,” he mumbled through his orgasm haze.
“That’s not what this was.”
“Like in the book.Evil fae, but hot fae sex.”
Theo felt Peter’s lips curve into a smile before he brushed a soft kiss against the back of his neck.“I think you have evidence enough to realize that I am not an evil fae.You met evil Fae only yesterday.”
“Yeah, but…post-orgasmic free association.You’re hot, fae dude’s hot; you have a sword, hot fae dude has a sword.”
“I see.It might be best if you were cut off from those sorts of books.No more unsupervised trips to the bookstore for you.”
“Corvin made me read it?”
“Are you sure?I can make you tell me why you’re really reading it.I think I already know, but I can make you confirm it.”
The post-orgasmic afterglow was fading, which pulled Theo’s focus back to where they were lying entangled, Peter still hard behind him, still moving against him, but only enough to stay ready for more.
“Actually, I only got that hot fae book because they were out of hot Viking books.You know I prefer a hot Viking, don’t you?Especially if they’re tall.And blond.With blue eyes.”
Peter let out a rumbling almost-growl.“Theodore.I believe it’s time I teach you a lesson.”
“Are you going to show me where you sheathe your sword?”
Peter turned away, and Theo heard him get the lube from the nightstand.
“I’m not a Viking, Theodore.”
Theo turned onto his back.“You’re not going to sheathe your sword, then?Too bad.Maybe I should get up, grab a shower, and leave you to whatever else you had planned.”
Peter was on top of him in a moment.“Don’t go.Stay here.Right here, beloved.”
Theo’s throat tightened with emotion that echoed Peter’s.All he could do was lay a hand on Peter’s side and nod.
Peter kissed him, hard and deep, stealing his breath as surely as the orgasm had.I want to love you, but I’m scared,Theo thought as he reached for Peter, hooked his legs around him, and pulled him close.The embrace went on and on, and Theo only eased his hold when he started getting lightheaded from it all.
Peter pulled back just enough that they could look at each other.They didn’t even need to speak, and Theo wouldn’t have been sure what to say anyway.They kissed again, just as deep.
When they broke apart next, it was because Peter had decided to kiss down the valley of Theo’s sternum, then lower still.Theo’s hands ended up in Peter’s hair, holding on when Peter slowed and lingered just above Theo’s pubic line.
“Can I go on?”Peter asked when him not doing so made Theo writhe.
“Do you even have to ask?”
“Could you just tell me yes, Theodore?”
Theo groaned even while he was writhing.“Yes.There.Happy?”
“Not as happy as I’ll make you.”
