Page 9 of Mytho Investigations: Side Stories

“I picked you up. You are in my room,” Vlash said as though it mattered. That was true, but Vlash could’ve had anyone he wanted. “Thank you for making me feel like the hottest man in the room,” he added, as though words had to be dragged out of him.

Maybe they were since he’d been single for the last ten years.

And Mason had thought his ability to hookup was rusty. If his was rusty, Vlash’s was fossilized.

Isn’t this what singles did at weddings? Hooked up with other singles, so they weren’t alone?

Perhaps it was the alcohol or the way he was pressed against Vlash…inside Vlash…but the sting of the broken engagement wasn’t as sharp.

He brushed Vlash’s long hair aside and kissed between his shoulder blades. There was another silvery scar. He traced along its pale length.

Vlash hadn’t moved. He was probably half a second away from kicking him out so he could go to bed, and then Mason would join the other revelers sleeping on the floor, as per tradition. He eased back, and Vlash groaned.

“How’s your ass?”

“Empty, now.”

Mason’s lips curved as he watched a trickle of cum slide out of Vlash’s hole. “I wouldn’t say that.”

He caught the drop with his finger as if he could push it back in. Vlash’s hole flexed as if needing more.

He wanted to lick it. That would be too much. Bud had called it disgusting. He never stuck his tongue near an ass.

Vlash didn’t move or tell him to stop as he played with his cum-slick hole. More slid out. “Are you trying to make me hard again?”

Was he, or was he just enjoying the moment? Something he hadn’t done in a while. “Is it working?”

Vlash grunted, which wasn’t an answer.

Since he was going to be kicked out at some point, he took a chance. “I want to lick you clean.”

Vlash didn’t say anything.

“If you don’t want me t⁠—"

“Kiss me after.” The words were spoken like an order.

“Okay…”

“So I can taste you.” Vlash canted his hips up.

It took Mason another couple of heartbeats to process that wasn’t a no, but a get busy. He placed his hand on the elf’s hip and leaned down, swiping his tongue over the mess he’d been making as he’d played. He lapped up everything that had spilled, loving the way Vlash’s hole was so responsive to his touch.

The heat that had swept through his blood before hadn’t dissipated. As he straightened, Vlash turned. His fingers wrapped around the back of Mason’s neck as he claimed his lips.

Oh…he’d been serious.

Somehow he ended up sitting, with Vlash straddling him, as if his only intention was to ride Mason’s dick again, not kick him out of bed.

His blue eyes were still hard, but there was a curve to his lips that warmed Mason further. He’d put that there.

“You want some of that mead, or do you want to return to the party?”

Vlash’s hand remained on his neck, and while he was unarmed, that didn’t make him any less dangerous.

It was one night, and he had nowhere else to be.

“No one is expecting you?” Mason touched the golden band on Vlash’s head.