Page 13 of The Prince's Sacrifice

Pel leaned in and kissed the globe of Tor’s ass, his left hand stroking the smooth skin. Gradually, he felt Tor relax around him, his muscles going lax.

“Keep going,” Tor said.

Pel obeyed, moving at a glacial pace until his fingers were as far inside Tor as they could get. He carefully pumped his fingers in and out, feeling the constriction of the tight ring of muscles.

“Scissor your fingers,” Tor told him, voice low.

Pel obeyed, carefully stretching and rubbing against Tor’s entrance, delighting in every murmur of pleasure that Tor made.

Finally, he suggested, “Third finger?”

“Yup.”

Using supreme caution, Pel worked in a third finger, ready now for Tor to tense up a bit, prepared to wait until he relaxed again. He wiggled and stretched and moved his three fingers in and out over and over again as Tor’s hips began to move restlessly and he pushed back against Pel.

“What do you think?” Pel finally asked.

Tor’s voice was thick with desire. “I think you better get in me already.”

This surprised a laugh out of Pel, and he withdrew his fingers. “All right.”

He grabbed the bottle of oil and poured more into his hand so that he could coat his cock. He’d been so focused on Tor that he somehow hadn’t thought about his own body, but he was hard and aching.

Stroking himself with his oily palm, he sucked in a sharp breath and had to think some unpleasant thoughts to ensure he didn’t embarrass himself. He lined up the head of his cock with Tor’s hole, now pink and shiny.

“Ready?” he asked carefully.

“Just go slowly,” Tor told him. “And what are you remembering?”

For a second, Pel had no idea what the other man was talking about… and then he remembered.

No wonder Tor had stressed the importance of this.

“No babies. All my magic in me.”

His magic was always inside him, but Pel concentrated for a moment on thinking about it being buried deep in his core. He was about to be connected with Tor in a way he’d never been connected to anyone before—butnotwith his magic.

And then, ever so slowly, he pushed forward.

It turned out that while using his fingers had hopefully prepped Tor, it hadn’t prepared Pelat allfor the feeling of his cock inside the other man. He made himself pause once the head of his cock was engulfed in Tor’s heat, because Tor had frozen again. Pel stroked a hand down his spine and waited for Tor’s muscles to unbunch.

“All right?” he asked.

“Fine.”

The word was… short.

“Is that an actual fine, or an ‘I don’t want to tell you that you’ve already made a complete mess of this’ fine?” Pel asked.

Tor let out a laugh that was a little shaky. “Actually fine. But I, uh, appreciate the slow and steady pace.”

“Of course,” Pel agreed.

He inched his way forward as slowly and carefully as he could, trying not to think about the perfect heat around his cock and instead watching as Tor’s body loosened and relaxed beneath his. Finally, Pel was fully seated, buried as deeply inside of Tor as it was possible to get.

Pel blew out a breath.

“Wow. Does it always feel like this much of an ordeal?”