Page 8 of The Prince's Sacrifice

“This is all about what we both enjoy,” Tor reminded him. “We don’t make assumptions about what someone else wants or is comfortable with, right?”

“Right,” Pel agreed, despite the fact that he’d done exactly that. He cleared his throat. “What would you like to do?”

Tor laughed. “Nope, that’s not how this works. You asked if we could do this, so you get to tell me exactly what you want to do.”

Pel didnotwant to be put on the spot like this, but… if Tor had answered the question, Pel knew he would have gone with what the man preferred, regardless of his own preference. Tor wasn’t letting him get away with that.

He swallowed and blurted out against Tor’s shoulder, “How could it be a good idea for me to top first?”

Tor laughed softly, vibrations which Pel felt where his skin pressed against Tor’s. He pulled back enough to be able to look at the man properly. Tor looked very pleased, and Pel felt himself relaxing. He really hadn’t meant to make so many assumptions, and he appreciated that Tor was treating them as equals.

Still smiling, Tor said, “I assume you’re familiar with the idea, if not the reality. I’d be happy to guide you through the process. Or do some of the work. I can prepare myself the first time if you’d like to watch.”

Pel swallowed with a dry click. “You’d be stretching yourself open?”

“Unless you’d like to join me.” Tor’s smile was pure invitation. “It’s a very important step.”

It felt like all of Pel’s blood had rushed south, and they hadn’t even started yet. “I think it’s a good idea if you do that part the first time.”

Tor flashed him a grin. “Whatever you want.”

“Whatever webothwant,” Pel emphasized.

This wasn’t supposed to be just about him, either.

Tor’s smile softened, and he leaned in to kiss Pel with a teasing brush of the lips. “Most definitely what we both want.And I was trying really hard not to rush my fences, but just so you know, this is something I’ve been thinking about.”

Pel perked up, feeling a grin brighten his face. “Oh, yes? You’ve been thinking about my cock inside you?”

“I’ve been thinking about your cock in pretty much every configuration possible,” Tor admitted. “Ready for instruction mode?”

This made Pel’s grin widen. “Ready.”

Maybe it should have been embarrassing, but Pel found the clear instructions helped him recognize all he was learning—and it also made him feel cared for.

“Let’s get naked,” Tor suggested brightly.

They both stripped down, and then Tor retrieved a small container from the bedside cabinet.

“You’ve seen how oil can help… smooth the way.”

Pel nodded. They didn’t always use it, but Tor’s demonstrations had made it amply clear how pleasant the glide could be, even if it was only while using their hands.

“If we want, we can manage without when we’re using our hands or mouths. But when it comes to cocks in asses—or anything else in asses, for that matter—oil makes it much more comfortable. Make sense?”

On the point of asking whatotherthings people might use, Pel decided that it was probably better to stay focused. He could ask his questions later.

“Makes sense,” he confirmed.

“So the first thing you want to do is get the passage all slicked up, and then you want to stretch it so that it can accommodate something as large as your cock.” He gave Pel an up and down look that was so heated Pel’s cock twitched—which just made Tor gaze even more intently at it before finally meeting Pel’s eyes again. “That’s usually done with your fingers: first one, then two, then three. If someone has a really big cock, you can use fourfingers. And some people like more of a burn and only want one or two, but when in doubt, err on the side of lots of stretching.”

Pel looked down at his fingers and his cock, trying to compare them.

Tor’s voice was full of amusement as he said, “You scissor your fingers. It’ll make sense when it’s happening.”

“If you say so.”

“I always say so,” Tor answered cheerfully. “I’m a fount of knowledge.”