It felt suddenly really important to declare this, but it had come out totally awkward. Tor had never tried to tell someone that, and he hadn’t truly realized before how woefully lacking he was in experience with anactualrelationship.
But Pel didn’t seem to be offended. “I’m looking for more with you, too. However”—his lips tipped up into something that was definitely a smirk—“that doesn’t mean I’m not interested in something that’s a little morephysical, too.”
He rocked against Tor, and Tor sucked in a breath. Pel’s smirk deepened. It was a good look for him.
Tor leaned in and pressed his mouth to the other man’s. Pel made a hungry sound and kissed him back. This was not, at all, how he’d thought the morning would go, but as Pel continued to rock against him, Tor couldn’t think of anything he’d rather be doing.
Drawing back, panting, Tor managed to gasp out, “What do you think about hands?”
“I like hands,” Pel mumbled, eyes gratifyingly hazy.
Tor wasn’t altogether certain that was an answer to his question, so he moved his hands carefully, starting on Pel’s thigh in the hope that he wouldn’t startle him like he had last night. He found the edge of the nightshirt, tugging it up a bit and slipping a hand under it, fingers pressing against soft bare skin.
Pel’s breath hitched, but he continued to press against Tor. Tor teased his way up the other man’s thighs, and then he wrapped his hand around Pel’s cock. Pel gasped before thrusting forward harder, which was exactly what Tor wanted.
He grinned and pumped his hand, thumbing over the head and smearing the fluid around.
Pel let out a desperate murmur of sound that wasn’t actual words, and this made Tor lean in to press another kiss to his mouth, which Pel returned eagerly.
“Little bit different when it’s not you doing the touching.”
Tor probably sounded too smug, but it was hard not to when Pel was making such lovely sounds.
With his left hand, he fondled the soft skin of Pel’s balls, and Pel made a noise that was a funny mixture of shock and pleasure, so Tor did it again. Pel’s color was high, his gaze unfocused, and his hips kept moving in sharp, jerky movements as he chased the pleasure. Tor happily kept up his ministrations.
Sounding as though it took an effort to get the words out, Pel asked, “Isn’t this supposed to be good for both of us?”
“Oh, itdefinitelyis,” Tor assured him. “You make the most delicious noises when you’re enjoying yourself.”
Pel blinked a few times, his gaze sharpening a little as though he needed to make sure Tor was telling the truth. But hesowas. Yes, he’d like to get off at some point, but he’d never realized just how pleasurable it could be to see a partner fall apart.
He’d always liked to bring his partners pleasure, but with Pel, it just felt like… more. He felt a fiercer sense of accomplishment, a certainty that if all that happened right now was Pel coming, Tor would be satisfied. He wasn’t worried about living up to his reputation or what people would think about the High Prince. No, this was all about Pel, and it was glorious.
Pel was bucking into his hand with increasing urgency, so Tor sped up his strokes, twisting around the crown, and Pel made a little choked off sound and was suddenly coming, his cock spurting ropes of come between them, an expression of bliss on his features.
Tor wondered how long it would be before he could see that again.
Pel flopped onto his back, chest heaving as he worked to catch his breath. Tor used the sheet to clean Pel up, not wanting him to have to deal with a cooling mess.
Several minutes later, Pel said, “What about you?”
“What about me?” he asked, a little to be certain of what Pel meant but mostly because he was a bit of an ass.
Pel glared at him, but it wasn’t nearly as effective when he was post-coital like this.
“How would you like to be left high and dry?” he asked smartly.
Tor couldn’t help but grin. “I would be very sad to have to resort to my own hand after the lovely show you just put on.”
Pel hummed a happy sound and propped himself up on his side, facing Tor again. “Yes, my turn.”
He looked a little uncertain, then, and Tor took pity on him and hauled his own nightshirt up to his waist.
“Just go for it, when you’re ready.”
Pel rolled his eyes, but he did reach out and wrap his hand around Tor’s cock. His grip was tentative, and then he frowned.
“Uh, can we switch directions?”
