This is what really matters.
At last, Sei stands completely bare. The fur-trimmed wedding cloak is plush beneath his feet. Sei thought everyone was watching him at the ceremony. That was nothing compared to how intensely Marek looks at him now. His gaze rakes from Sei’s throat to cock, then back up to his lips.
“My turn,” Sei says.
Marek removes his own boots and cloak. He spreads his cloak out next to Sei’s, then steps onto it so Sei can strip his finery away too. The clothes aren’t as complicated as they look. Or maybe Sei’s motivation is so great, he finds each buckle and button with skill born of desperation.
There’s just one problem.
“You’re too tall,” Sei complains halfway through Marek’s shirt. “Do the rest of your buttons.”
“Are you sure? I’d have to stop touching you for about twenty seconds.”
Sei considers. “I’ll allow it.”
Grinning, Marek finishes stripping on his own. Sei sits back on the cloak to watch. His cock leans against his stomach, aching for touch, but he denies himself. He wants to soak in every moment of watching Marek.
Sei doesn’t know where to look. He wants all of Marek, from the pelt of dark chest hair to the thick contours of his thighs. Beneath the flickering firelight, Marek’s body maps out his life. Scars from wounds not fully healed by blood magic. His sun-tanned arms, almost as dark as Sei’s, contrasting the paler skin of his legs. Then there’s his cock.
Proportionate would be an understatement.
The past few weeks have been too busy for Sei to get better acquainted with Marek’s cock. He really wants to fix that now.
Marek tosses aside his trousers and snags the bottle of salve. He pauses above Sei, a towering figure so tall and broad, he makes Sei feel tiny. Then Marek sinks to his knees, breathing, “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.”
The way Marek says it, Sei has to believe him.
Sei winds an arm around Marek’s neck, pulling him closer. “Your twenty seconds are over,” Sei says between kisses. “You have to keep touching me now.”
“I think I can manage.” Marek runs a hand along Sei’s side. “I’ve been trying to decide how I want you this time. Turn over, beautiful.”
Sei scrambles onto his knees and elbows. Marek crowds behind him, and the glass jar clicks open. Marek’s knees tickle the insides of Sei’s thighs, almost making Sei laugh before blunt, wet fingers meet his legs.
“I had grand plans about teasing you for hours.” Marek traces the curve of Sei’s ass. “I was going to make you come on my fingers, then play with you until you were ready to come again on my cock.”
“Interesting,” Sei says, dazed by the idea. “Maybe another time. If you make me wait tonight, I’m divorcing you.”
Marek’s laugh shakes through them both. “Fuck, I—”
He cuts himself off.
Sei barely wonders what Marek was going to say before Marek’s fingers slide over his hole. Instinct pushes Sei back in shivery pleasure. He’s never done this before, but Marek doesn’t question him. Sei said what he wanted, and Marek agreed.
Of course, Sei has fingered himself before. That’s nothing compared to Marek’s thick finger sliding into him. Sei tenses on instinct—then relaxes with a deliberate deep breath. Guild training proves surprisingly useful as Sei’s nerves sing around the new intrusion.
“Really like your hands,” Sei gasps out as Marek works a second finger into him.
“I like every part of you.” Marek leans over him, the heat of his body surrounding Sei. “I think I’m into ears now, because yours look so fucking delicious turning red like that. You’ve got these dimples above your ass. And this tiny mole right next to your…”
Sei laughs. “I get the picture.”
“I don’t think you do.” Marek fucks his fingers deeper until Sei sees stars. “I don’t have the words to describe how much I like your ass.”
“Just fuck me, Marek, please,” Sei begs. “Your cock isn’t going to get any smaller.”
“It better not. I want you on every fucking inch of me.”
Marek’s words alone nearly finish Sei off. He manages to last as Marek replaces his fingers with his cockhead.
