Page 15 of The Prince's Sacrifice

Tor sucked in a sharp breath, and his entire body shuddered.

Oh.Oh.

Pel tried again and evidently missed, but the next thrust after that, he got a bitten off exhalation and a moan.

“So, that’s your sweet spot, huh?” Pel sounded way too satisfied, but he couldn’t suppress it.

“It sure is.”

Tor sounded utterly wrecked, and Pel felt a bit like he’d suddenly become Extraordinary. He couldn’t seem to hit the sweet spot every single time, but he found it as often as not, and Tor’s increasingly desperate sounds were music to Pel’s ears.

His own pleasure was fizzing through his whole body, bigger and brighter than anything he’d ever felt before, but he was desperately clinging to control because he wanted Tor to come first.

He managed three consecutive thrusts where he nailed Tor’s sweet spot, and Tor’s entire body went still for a frozen instant, and then he shuddered and gasped out Pel’s name. His muscles clamped down around Pel, and with two uncoordinated thrusts, Pel was coming too, spilling inside the man, shaking with exertion and triumph and pleasure.

And then Pel realized he’d half-collapsed on top of Tor, who was slumped against the bed.

“Sorry about that,” Pel said, sitting up properly.

“Not at all,” Tor told him, sounding totally blissful. “That was wonderful.”

Pel couldn’t help but grin. He eased out, and Tor winced. Pel’s stomach dropped.

“Are you all right?” he demanded. “Did I hurt you?”

“It’s all right,” Tor assured him immediately, twisting to face him. He half sat up, reaching out a hand to squeeze his arm. His eyes were bright and intent. “Post orgasm, we tend to feel a bit sensitive and notice the size of a cock, that’s all. It’ssoworth it for what comes before, I promise.”

“If you’re sure,” Pel said uncertainly, stomach still a little queasy.

He couldn’t bear the idea of hurting Tor.

Tor flopped onto his back and tugged at Pel so that he fell down on top of him.

“I’m so sure. It was fabulous, and I’d do it again a hundred times. A thousand! Are you listening to me?”

Pel sagged against him. “Yes, I’m listening. Sorry. Again. I don’t mean to be so… needy.”

Tor rolled his eyes but kissed him with a softness that was a reassurance in and of itself.

“No one is going to complain about you being solicitous of your partner and wanting to know how it went. I meant it when I said it was fabulous.” He gave a rueful grin. “I’ll confess to my shame that my first time, not only did I not succeed in making the other person come before I did, I… sort of forgot they were supposed to come at all. You succeeded in making it wonderful for both of us—unless you didn’t enjoy it.”

Pel scoffed. “Of course I enjoyed it. It was amazing!”

Tor grinned at him. “Don’t you forget it.”

Quietly, Pel confessed, “I don’t ever want to hurt you.”

“A tiny bit of discomfort, that’s all,” Tor said easily. “If you decide that you’re going to let me do that at some point, you’ll see for yourself. So worth it for the pleasure of the whole experience.”

Pel settled more firmly against the other man. “I’m glad.”

After a moment, Tor confessed, “But I’m in the wet spot.”

Pel couldn’t help but laugh. “Oops. Come on, you’d better show me how to do a polite and thoughtful cleanup.”

It was straightforward enough, really, though Pel found himself staring quite a bit at the pink and puffy hole that he was carefully wiping clean.

Tor grinned at him over his shoulder once more. “It can be a bit tender and sore, but most people consider that a nice reminder of the fun they just had. Oh, and some people prefer to do the cleanup themselves. So it’s good to check in with your partner, like you did. Obviously, I want to get your hands over me as often as possible.”