“You’re very beautiful.”
Pel looked a little bit… confused, like he didn’t think those words could possibly be directed at him.
Tor didn’t like that. He stepped closer.
“You have beautiful muscles.” He pressed a kiss to Pel’s upper arm, and Pel huffed out a laugh. “Truly,” Tor assured him. “It’s no wonder with the work you do with the guards and your bow and arrow, but it’s extra noticeable when you’re naked. If you wanted to stop wearing tunics, I would have no objection.”
Pel rolled his eyes. “Have you looked at yourself in a mirror?”
Tor made a face. “Sure. But I’m not attracted tome. That would be weird.”
Pel snorted a laugh.
“All I can do is promise that I see you now,” Tor said intently. “Though I do wish I could undo the pain I caused in the past.”
Pel shook his head. “No, that’s all right. It wouldn’t have worked before, would it? At most, you would have taken me to bed, and while I assume I would have had a good time, that would’ve been the end of it.”
Tor couldn’t deny the allegation, and he cleared his throat. “Have I mentioned that I think I’ve recently grown a lot smarter?”
Laughing, Pel said, “I’ll keep that in mind. And it’s not like you were the only one making assumptions. I thought you were a total ass.”
Tor stepped closer still. “But a hot ass.”
Pel rolled his eyes, but his hands came up to splay across Tor’s abdomen, which was firm and well-muscled, if Tor did say so himself. All the horse riding, training with guards, and decrease in drinking had helped with that.
Tor had always been proud of his appearance, he supposed. He liked that he could always find a partner if he wanted one, although that was tangled up with being High Prince. But he didn’t think he’d ever been so delighted by someone else’s appreciation. Because Pel’s eyes were hot and bright on him, and that made Tor feel like he was ten feet tall.
Tor wanted to make sure Pel understood that he thought the same in reverse, that hewantedand that he wasn’t disappointed in anything he saw.
He smiled. “I like everything about you. You look strong and rather as though you’d fit perfectly wrapped around me or with me wrapped around you—or under me or on top of me or any other sort of configuration that we could possibly come up with.”
Pel’s ears went slightly red, but his lips tipped up.
“I’d like that,” he said bashfully, his eyes still intent on Tor.
“Also.” Tor stepped still closer, reaching out—slowly enough that Pel could see what was coming and move if he wanted—and wrapping his hand around the other man’s cock. “There’s definitely no chance that I could be upset about this. This is an absolutely lovely cock.”
Pel’s eyes flickered closed as Tor carefully pumped. He opened them again after a moment.
“It’s not as big as yours.”
Trust the man to have made the comparison.
“You’re not as tall as I am,” Tor answered easily. “It fits perfectly in my hand, and I’m sure it’s going to feel lovely in my mouth—and anywhere else you might like to put it. But if you’re worried I don’t like it, I’d be happy to show you how much it appeals to me.”
Pel’s eyes grew darker, and he smiled at Tor. “Yes, please.”
So Tor slipped to his knees and leaned over to press a kiss to the tip of Pel’s cock, causing a sharp inhale of breath that made him smile. And then Tor sucked that pretty cock into his mouth, burying it down his throat, and Pel’s gasp was louder this time, his hands coming up to clench in Tor’s hair. He never pulled hard enough to hurt, but it was clear he was enjoying himself.
Yes, Tor was showing off a little, but he loved the sounds Pel made, and he wanted this to be a wonderful experience for him. He sucked harder.
“Oh, goddess,” Pel gasped out. “Tor!”
Tor redoubled his effort, bobbing on that perfect cock until, with a cry of pleasure, Pel was spurting down Tor’s throat.
Tor drew back reluctantly, releasing the softening cock, and Pel’s legs wobbled. Tor helped guide him to the floor. Pel licked into Tor’s mouth, and he explored for a moment before he pulled back to say, “Salty.”
Tor laughed. “Yes, it’s a bit of an acquired taste.”
