hitting that spot and making Lesto howl, he was ready to fall apart.
Drawing back with a last kiss, Shemal slicked his cock and slowly pushed into Lesto's body. "Much, much better when I'm not as frantic as a gishti and still have a prison chain dangling from one ankle. Although I wouldn't mind fucking you that hard again once your leg can handle it. Bend you over a table, maybe, instead of spreading you out on the floor."
Lesto bucked his hips, took Shemal's cock deep, winning a startled a groan and a full body shudder. "Less talking, more fucking. I thought you pirates were all about action, not discussion."
Those teal eyes flashed, and Shemal wrapped his hands tightly around Lesto's hips. "You want action, Commander?" He drew back and then slammed in hard, huffing a ragged laugh when Lesto groaned. Did it again, then even faster after that, leaving Lesto overwhelmed by sensation and the force of his thrusts, helpless to do anything but tighten his hold on the bedding and submit to the pounding.
He screamed Shemal's name when he came only a short time later, was still coming down from the release when he felt Shemal's last few short, jerking thrusts before Shemal plastered to him and shuddered through his climax.
Lesto was almost ready to go right back to sleep, but the growling of his stomach was more distracting than his lethargy. When he could breathe properly again, he nudged at Shemal to get off him, then slowly sat up and slid from the bed on stiff, still faintly wobbly limbs. "Hungry? Though I suspect you already had a snack."
Shemal's cheeks flushed. "Only wine and some of the chilri-takata . I've never seen so much of it in one place. I almost ate all of it."
"Well, you certainly can eat all of it," Lesto said. "I like it, but I don't love it. Tins of candied fruit are considered a romantic gift; Sarrica probably thought he was being clever." He walked over to the table and saw the candied fruit wasn't the only effort Sarrica had made—Lesto knew for a fact his favorite wine wasn't stored anywhere on the premises, and the garrison definitely didn't cook lamb that well.
Far be it for him to complain about the perks of being the best friend of the High King.
He sat down and poured a cup of wine, then piled his plate with food. Shemal dragged the chair on the opposite end of the table over to sit close to Lesto. "This looks amazing. I'm going to be become fat and spoiled eating food like this all the time." His expression said he still couldn't believe it was a possibility.
Whatever it took, Lesto would ensure that expression was wiped away completely. He might be a fool moving too quickly, but not a single slow, careful, considered relationship had ever made him burn. The day they'd met, he and Shemal hadn't even really talked. Lesto hadn't even known his name, and their frantic encounter had lasted only minutes. But he hadn't forgotten a single scrap of those stolen moments. He'd remembered every second for a year and a half.
He'd lived long enough to know that meant something.
Chapter Six
Shemal opened his eyes then promptly closed them again. Tried to focus on his breathing until the panic subsided.
All for nothing since it just came rushing back when he opened his eyes again and stared around the simple but opulent bed chamber. He hadn't paid much attention the previous night, more interested in falling asleep than anything else, and the palace as a whole had been distracting enough.
Today, alone in the middle of a bed bigger than some rooms he'd lived in, sprawled on a soft down mattress piled with silk and linen, it was hard not to feel like an interloper who was going to get caught any moment and thrown into the first empty dungeon cell.
Lesto was gone, but Shemal vaguely remembered a soft kiss and a murmur that he had to go, that Shemal should go back to sleep.
A pity that. Everything would be a good deal less overwhelming with Lesto present. He also wouldn't have minded waking Lesto up with
Drawing back with a last kiss, Shemal slicked his cock and slowly pushed into Lesto's body. "Much, much better when I'm not as frantic as a gishti and still have a prison chain dangling from one ankle. Although I wouldn't mind fucking you that hard again once your leg can handle it. Bend you over a table, maybe, instead of spreading you out on the floor."
Lesto bucked his hips, took Shemal's cock deep, winning a startled a groan and a full body shudder. "Less talking, more fucking. I thought you pirates were all about action, not discussion."
Those teal eyes flashed, and Shemal wrapped his hands tightly around Lesto's hips. "You want action, Commander?" He drew back and then slammed in hard, huffing a ragged laugh when Lesto groaned. Did it again, then even faster after that, leaving Lesto overwhelmed by sensation and the force of his thrusts, helpless to do anything but tighten his hold on the bedding and submit to the pounding.
He screamed Shemal's name when he came only a short time later, was still coming down from the release when he felt Shemal's last few short, jerking thrusts before Shemal plastered to him and shuddered through his climax.
Lesto was almost ready to go right back to sleep, but the growling of his stomach was more distracting than his lethargy. When he could breathe properly again, he nudged at Shemal to get off him, then slowly sat up and slid from the bed on stiff, still faintly wobbly limbs. "Hungry? Though I suspect you already had a snack."
Shemal's cheeks flushed. "Only wine and some of the chilri-takata . I've never seen so much of it in one place. I almost ate all of it."
"Well, you certainly can eat all of it," Lesto said. "I like it, but I don't love it. Tins of candied fruit are considered a romantic gift; Sarrica probably thought he was being clever." He walked over to the table and saw the candied fruit wasn't the only effort Sarrica had made—Lesto knew for a fact his favorite wine wasn't stored anywhere on the premises, and the garrison definitely didn't cook lamb that well.
Far be it for him to complain about the perks of being the best friend of the High King.
He sat down and poured a cup of wine, then piled his plate with food. Shemal dragged the chair on the opposite end of the table over to sit close to Lesto. "This looks amazing. I'm going to be become fat and spoiled eating food like this all the time." His expression said he still couldn't believe it was a possibility.
Whatever it took, Lesto would ensure that expression was wiped away completely. He might be a fool moving too quickly, but not a single slow, careful, considered relationship had ever made him burn. The day they'd met, he and Shemal hadn't even really talked. Lesto hadn't even known his name, and their frantic encounter had lasted only minutes. But he hadn't forgotten a single scrap of those stolen moments. He'd remembered every second for a year and a half.
He'd lived long enough to know that meant something.
Chapter Six
Shemal opened his eyes then promptly closed them again. Tried to focus on his breathing until the panic subsided.
All for nothing since it just came rushing back when he opened his eyes again and stared around the simple but opulent bed chamber. He hadn't paid much attention the previous night, more interested in falling asleep than anything else, and the palace as a whole had been distracting enough.
Today, alone in the middle of a bed bigger than some rooms he'd lived in, sprawled on a soft down mattress piled with silk and linen, it was hard not to feel like an interloper who was going to get caught any moment and thrown into the first empty dungeon cell.
Lesto was gone, but Shemal vaguely remembered a soft kiss and a murmur that he had to go, that Shemal should go back to sleep.
A pity that. Everything would be a good deal less overwhelming with Lesto present. He also wouldn't have minded waking Lesto up with
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