“Kiss me deeper,” Pyxlevir whispered, tilting his head slightly to the right.
Although Gramlithyn lacked experience, he went with instinct and slid his tongue into Pyxlevir’s inviting mouth. His palms began to sweat, dampening Pyxlevir’s silk tunic, but he barely noticed.
He swore electricity crackled between them as they explored and eagerly sought to please one another with little flicks and longer strokes of their tongues. In the confines of his boxer-briefs, his dick hardened. Gramlithyn ignored it. Later, in the comfort of his room, he could relive each kiss as he stroked himself.
For now, it was about Pyxlevir and his exquisite taste. The perfect way he fit against Gramlithyn. And the tiny moans escaping him as they made out. In that moment, Gramlithyn promised himself, the zebra dancing in his head, and an unknowing Pyxlevir, that he’d dedicate himself to ensuring he and his mate never missed another opportunity to hold each other close.
The comfort of having Pyxlevir in his arms was as beautiful as the pleasure zinging through him. Gramlithyn could escape to Europe or scour every other corner of the globe, but there was no one else as sexy, kind, and endearingly mischievous as Pyxlevir.
For the first time since Gramlithyn learned Pyxlevir was his other half, he thanked Fate wholeheartedly for bringing the elf into his life and tying their souls together. The goddess had understood things far better than Gramlithyn ever had, and he was grateful she existed.
“I won’t fuck this up,” Gramlithyn muttered against Pyxlevir’s mouth.
“Trust me, you’re doing everything right,” Pyxlevir replied, then bit gently on Gramlithyn’s bottom lip. Pyxlevir hadn’t known what Gramlithyn had truly meant, but it was satisfying to know he was pleasing his mate.
Eager to lose himself to their kisses, Gramlithyn shut his brain off. Worrying could wait, but moments with his lips sealed to Pyxlevir’s weren’t to be missed or wasted.
Chapter 25
On Sundays, Pyxlevir liked to relax and allow his brain to recharge for his upcoming work week. But after two fantastic dates and a thoroughly satisfying make-out session with Gramlithyn the previous night, Pyxlevir wasn’t only calm but on top of the world. Even in his barely remembered dreams, Gramlithyn had been there at his side.
Pyxlevir hummed to himself and wondered how close it was to dinner. Although he’d eaten plenty at breakfast and lunch, he was already starving. Out of nowhere a hand darted out and grabbed his upper arm. Pyxlevir opened his mouth to shriek but fell silent as he recognized the pretty green skin of his mate hauling him into the bathroom.
“Sorry, I know I scared you shitless,” Gramlithyn said once he’d encouraged Pyxlevir into the room and shut them inside.
“Damn right you did. What the fuck?”
Pyxlevir’s hands itched to touch Gramlithyn despite the way his heart was thudding heavily in his chest thanks to his fright. Instead, he crossed his arms and stared narrow-eyed at his other half as he waited for an explanation.
“I can’t believe you didn’t see me before I grabbed your arm,” Gramlithyn said, clearly amused at Pyxlevir’s soul nearly vaulting out of his body.
“Excuse me for being lost in my thoughts.”
“All I’ve been thinking about today is how much fun I had with you this weekend.”
A little mollified by Gramlithyn’s words, Pyxlevir made no attempt to scoot away as Gramlithyn gently caressed his silk-clad hips.
“I was actually looking forward to dinner,” Pyxlevir confided. “But I was also thinking about how much I enjoyed making out with you last night.”
“It was fantastic, wasn’t it?”
“Yep. Did you drag me in here so we could practice some more?”
Gramlithyn chuckled. “No, but I like where your mind is at. The reason I wanted a moment alone with you is that we need to confront our roommates. Last night was weird.”
“Oh right, I was going to ask them about it, but my head has been in the clouds all day.”
“You won’t hear any complaints from me. I know exactly how you feel, but we need to talk to them because they were being odd at lunch too. Each one of them basically has plans at night forever, but they can’t tell us why.”
Pyxlevir grimaced. “I wasn’t paying attention at lunch. But okay, want to help me get to the bottom of this?”
“Of course, what’s the plan?”
“Hmm, Dasan is your bestie, so let me confront him. It’ll hopefully catch him off guard and he won’t have a chance to craft any stories. Want to talk to the twins?”
“Yeah, let’s see…I think I’ll tell them I need Pyx wooing advice to get them alone. Then you can approach Dasan in the living room. I’m pretty sure that’s where he is right now.”
“Perfect,” Pyxlevir said. He lifted his chin. “Kiss first.”
