finger before Lesto could say he hadn't particularly minded. He liked seeing his ring on Shemal's finger. It was true he needed the imperial ring back, but he wouldn't be needing it for much longer. He hadn't missed its presence in the slightest, and realizing that would have set his mind on retirement if he hadn't already come to that decision.
He slid the rings on his own fingers, too sated and lazy to bother getting up for something as trivial as a chain.
Shemal caught his hand as he lowered it, ran his thumb over the rings much as Lesto had a moment ago. "Are you going to be missed, staying in here?"
"They're happiest when I'm out of sight and mind, and I almost never visit this garrison anymore, anyway," Lesto said with a snort. "Even if they did need me, they'd have to manage without. Everyone with half a brain knows exactly why I locked the two of us in here and just how painfully they'll die if they interrupt us for any reason."
"I see," Shemal said with a laugh. He pressed his face against Lesto's shoulder, and Lesto could feel the soft, warm brush of his lips. "What about the mercenaries? The kidnappers?"
"The kidnappers are long gone, and I think it safe to say whatever is going on, it comes back to Treya Mencee and Lord Bestowen. By now, Sarrica has ordered everyone even remotely connected to those two groups arrested or otherwise held until he sees fit to deal with them. Anyone not already at Harkenesten is currently being dragged there one way or another. So there is nothing for us to do until we're home again."
"So it would not be completely remiss of me to take a nap and then wake up to fulfill a promise to fuck you?"
Lesto smiled, lifted a hand to curl it into Shemal's hair. "You'd be remiss not to do precisely those things. I can't remember the last time I took a nap. I certainly have never dropped everything to spend time with a lover. I'm sure that rightfully upset most of them."
"Who cares about the previous ones?" Shemal asked with a smile. "I think we both know what I'll do if you ever stop paying sufficient attention to me."
"Yes, I can guess," Lesto said. "Your ability and willingness to throw a punch is certainly a testament to your belonging here."
That got him a smile worth all the gold in Harken, and a kiss that banished any last ingrained desire to get back to work.
He settled more comfortably and fell into a doze, enjoying the distant, muted thrum of the garrison, the much closer sounds of Shemal's steady breathing beside him, the warmth and weight draped along his side.
At some point, he stirred to the sound of the door unlocking, but Rene and Sarrica were the only other two who possessed a key to his room, so Lesto didn't bother moving. There was more noise, and the smell of food stirred him faintly, but then it all faded off again, and he happily let sleep pull him back under.
When he stirred the second time, it was to deft fingers wrapped around his cock and a tongue dragging across one nipple.
"Shemal…"
Looking up, Shemal said, "I like when you say my name that way, all rough and needy, too sleepy to do anything but what you want."
"What I want is for you to get back to work," Lesto said and growled several choice words when Shemal instead withdrew.
He was somewhat mollified when he realized it was only so Shemal could slick his fingers. Lesto spread his legs gladly, reaching back to grab tightly to the bedding on either side of his head.
"This is much more fun when we're not in a hurry," Shemal murmured against his mouth before kissing him, tasting like wine and candied fruit. Someone had gotten up to enjoy a snack, and leave it to Sarrica to dig up something as hard to find in Brimin as candied fruit.
A slick finger pushed at Lesto's hole, teasing and gently pushing, pressing in so slowly Lesto could think of nothing else, could only suck and lick greedily at Shemal's mouth as he worked Lesto open.
By the time he'd gotten two fingers inside, twisting and stretching,
He slid the rings on his own fingers, too sated and lazy to bother getting up for something as trivial as a chain.
Shemal caught his hand as he lowered it, ran his thumb over the rings much as Lesto had a moment ago. "Are you going to be missed, staying in here?"
"They're happiest when I'm out of sight and mind, and I almost never visit this garrison anymore, anyway," Lesto said with a snort. "Even if they did need me, they'd have to manage without. Everyone with half a brain knows exactly why I locked the two of us in here and just how painfully they'll die if they interrupt us for any reason."
"I see," Shemal said with a laugh. He pressed his face against Lesto's shoulder, and Lesto could feel the soft, warm brush of his lips. "What about the mercenaries? The kidnappers?"
"The kidnappers are long gone, and I think it safe to say whatever is going on, it comes back to Treya Mencee and Lord Bestowen. By now, Sarrica has ordered everyone even remotely connected to those two groups arrested or otherwise held until he sees fit to deal with them. Anyone not already at Harkenesten is currently being dragged there one way or another. So there is nothing for us to do until we're home again."
"So it would not be completely remiss of me to take a nap and then wake up to fulfill a promise to fuck you?"
Lesto smiled, lifted a hand to curl it into Shemal's hair. "You'd be remiss not to do precisely those things. I can't remember the last time I took a nap. I certainly have never dropped everything to spend time with a lover. I'm sure that rightfully upset most of them."
"Who cares about the previous ones?" Shemal asked with a smile. "I think we both know what I'll do if you ever stop paying sufficient attention to me."
"Yes, I can guess," Lesto said. "Your ability and willingness to throw a punch is certainly a testament to your belonging here."
That got him a smile worth all the gold in Harken, and a kiss that banished any last ingrained desire to get back to work.
He settled more comfortably and fell into a doze, enjoying the distant, muted thrum of the garrison, the much closer sounds of Shemal's steady breathing beside him, the warmth and weight draped along his side.
At some point, he stirred to the sound of the door unlocking, but Rene and Sarrica were the only other two who possessed a key to his room, so Lesto didn't bother moving. There was more noise, and the smell of food stirred him faintly, but then it all faded off again, and he happily let sleep pull him back under.
When he stirred the second time, it was to deft fingers wrapped around his cock and a tongue dragging across one nipple.
"Shemal…"
Looking up, Shemal said, "I like when you say my name that way, all rough and needy, too sleepy to do anything but what you want."
"What I want is for you to get back to work," Lesto said and growled several choice words when Shemal instead withdrew.
He was somewhat mollified when he realized it was only so Shemal could slick his fingers. Lesto spread his legs gladly, reaching back to grab tightly to the bedding on either side of his head.
"This is much more fun when we're not in a hurry," Shemal murmured against his mouth before kissing him, tasting like wine and candied fruit. Someone had gotten up to enjoy a snack, and leave it to Sarrica to dig up something as hard to find in Brimin as candied fruit.
A slick finger pushed at Lesto's hole, teasing and gently pushing, pressing in so slowly Lesto could think of nothing else, could only suck and lick greedily at Shemal's mouth as he worked Lesto open.
By the time he'd gotten two fingers inside, twisting and stretching,
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