Glimpses by Lynn Flewelling Page A

the
long hardness of Seregil’s shaft against his hip now, and his own
against his belly.
    Pulling back a little, he gasped, “Show
me.”
     

     
    And Seregil, ever the willing teacher, did
so, slowly at first, with fingers, lips, and tongue, touching him
in ways that made Alec gasp and shiver. Seregil showed him
sensitive places he didn’t even know he had: the side of his neck,
the crook of an elbow, an ankle, behind his balls. Drowning in
sensation, he lay there, letting Seregil do what he wanted; this
was like nothing he’d ever felt, not even with Myrhichia. His cock
ached but Seregil didn’t touch it, even when Alec began to move
under his hands, trying to coax him there.
    Seregil chuckled softly, then stretched out
beside him and kissed Alec’s right knee. Then just above it, and a
bit higher, and then a little higher, slowly working his way to the
edge of the small island of dark blond curls at the base of his
shaft. Alec’s breath quickened as Seregil swirled his tongue across
the sensitive skin between there and his hipbone. Myrhichia had
taken him in her mouth and pleasured him with her tongue. That had
been exciting and pleasurable, but it was all the more so when
Seregil did the same, and with skills rivaling those of the
courtesan. Stroking Seregil’s hair with shaking fingers, he was
half aware of his own whispered, incoherent pleas for release. But
Seregil stopped too soon. Far too soon.
    “Not yet, talí,” Seregil said, tracing the
length of Alec’s shaft with his tongue one last time from root to
foreskin. He guided Alec up to sit with his back to Seregil’s chest
and began kissing and nipping at the back of his neck and across
his shoulders, all the while caressing his chest and belly, just a
few tantalizing inches from where Alec most wanted to be touched
again.
    Seregil murmured something in Aurënfaie
against his skin.
    “What?”
    “My heart is yours forever.”
    “So is mine—” Alec gasped as a thumb skimmed
his left nipple. “Yours, I mean.”
    Seregil laughed softly, a deep, rich throaty
laugh, then licked Alec’s ear and teased the stiffened nipple again
between two fingers.
    Alec felt a little faint. Ylinestra had been
domineering and had cheated with magic; Myrhichia had been sweet
and kind. For the first time now, Alec experienced the confluence
of love and sex and it was better than any magic.
    Too good, in fact. When Seregil took Alec’s
cock in his hand and stroked it as he nipped at that place where
Alec’s neck met his shoulder, it was too much. Alec arched in his
arms, vision gone white in a long agony of pleasure, and came all
over his chest, belly, and Seregil’s hand. Mortified beyond words,
he weakly tried to struggle free, but Seregil held him tight.
    “It’s all right, talí. I take it as a
compliment,” Seregil murmured against his cheek, then licked one
glistening finger, like it was coated with honey.
    Alec felt a fresh spike of desire . He found
his discarded shirt and wiped away the mess. Then, twisting around
in the circle of his lover’s arms, he cradled Seregil’s balls in
one hand and ran his fingers up the length of his smooth, hard
length with the other, amazed at the weight of another man’s cock
in his hand. “Show me more.”
     
    ***
     
    Seregil had never seen anyone look so
innocent and so wanton at the same time, but somehow Alec managed
it. That, and Alec’s amazingly sure touch, nearly undid him.
Pulling Alec down with him, Seregil whispered, “Touch me the way I
touched you.”
    Alec had always been an apt pupil, and this
was no exception. Seregil swallowed something dangerously close to
a giggle as he thought, if only he was this quick learning sword
play!
    Kneeling on the bed beside him, Alec ran his
hands over Seregil’s chest and sides. The tips of the fingers on
his right hand were slightly rough from pulling a bowstring.
Seregil shivered deliciously as those hands roamed further afield,
over his shoulders, down the insides