“And?” Dagan asked with a sweet smile and a flutter of his eyelashes.
“Your legs,” Hendrik said. “Your thighs especially. Very strong and, ah, flexible.”
“Mmm, yes, they are.” Dagan arched slightly as Hen’s fingers tickled just above his navel. His prick, now lazy against his thigh, stirred even as he chuckled.
Hendrik dipped his thumb into Dagan’s navel and then traced his way downward through the dark, soft hair below. “Everything about you feels like magic.”
“I’ve always thought sex should.” Dagan’s lips, swollen and pink, formed a thoughtful pout. “When I use my lifecasting, I sort of become a part of the earth. To feel another person like that would be divine.”
“Never thought I’d want to dedicate my life to magic, but suddenly…” Hen chuckled, rolling the idea around in his mind to find the exact shape of it. He hadn’t even tried to meditate with Dagan, though he’d been invited, so he still didn’t believe he could have the same connection to the earth and its mysterious magic. But the ability to find such a connection with Dagan was something he would gladly work for.
“Do you like to fuck?” Dagan asked.
“Yeah. I don’t remember the last time I got fucked, now you mention it,” Hen admitted. He and Kass had been doing it more often than they used to, but Kass always wanted to bottom lately. Probably because he knew he looked good doing it. Hen chuckled at the thought, but then remembered, “Well, with anything but a finger.”
“You’re a man of varied and fine tastes, darling, has anyone ever told you that?”
“No but thank you.” Hen was smiling so much tonight, his face was starting to hurt. “What about you?”
“I like to fuck and to get fucked. There’s something so wonderfully feral about getting inside someone else. About having them inside me. Ugh, it’s been a while for me, too.”
“I like both, too. It’s just been longer since I bottomed. And now I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“All in good time, sweetheart. What else do you like? I want to know everything, so I can fantasize properly. It’s how I come up with my best ideas for the bedroom.”
“I don’t know.” Hen couldn’t stop laughing, though. “What about you? Do you want to be taken care of? Or do you want to give orders? Or something else?”
“Yes,” Dagan sid. “Some days, when I’m tired and don’t want to think, I just want to be held or told what to do or fucked out of my senses. Other days, I want to experiment and play all night, and tease and taunt and positively ruin someone.”
“Why am I not surprised?” Hendrik traced the point of Dagan’s chin, then down his throat.
Dagan raised an eyebrow.
“You’re a beautiful contradiction, remember?” Hendrik flattened his hand over Dagan’s heart to feel it thrumming. “You’re more than any single person I’ve ever met.”
“Ha! Does that mean I’m a lot?”
“It means you’re everything.”
Dagan’s breath seemed to catch there, his dark eyelashes falling and then reopening slowly. “If I weren’t already flat on my back, Hendrik, I would swoon.”
Hen laughed and shook his head. He’d never been great with words, but he’d never had a reason to try, either. “You were such a mystery to me all moon. It felt like much longer, too. I spent a lot of time trying to figure out why and how.”
“Did you? You don’t have to seduce me all over again, sweetness. I’m ready and willing to repeat this performance.”
“Did you really not know?” Hendrik asked. How could Dagan not have known, was his only real question now? Did he not see the way Hendrik had watched his every move in the forest, that last week they traveled together? How it had gone from suspicion to admiration to something far more desperate, and it all went back to those two days by the lake in the Mushroom Conservancy?
Did he not realize that he’d become the engine of Hendrik’s new and surprising will to find a new life, and when combined with desire that made a devastating combination?
“I really will swoon.” Dagan’s sigh was one of pure delight.
In that moment, Hendrik decided that no matter how long this lasted or where they ended up, he would somehow prove to Dagan that he was really and truly magnificent. So that next time someone told him he was, he would be able to say, I know, sweetheart, but thank you for noticing. And mean it.
“What about you? You like it when I’m bossy and when I’m obliging, but what does that mean?”
Hen chuckled and resumed his lazy, methodical tracing of Dagan’s soft skin. The point of his hip bone where it jutted elegantly, the curve of his ass from the side. “It means I like all of you,” he decided. “You’re probably right that it depends on the day. I never thought about it like that before.”
“Do you like to be teased? Tied up? Spanked? Marked up? Dirty talked? Edged?”
“I don’t know what some of those things are,” Hendrik admitted. “But I would really like to.”
Dagan grinned. “You’re certainly excellent at administering delightful torture.”
“That was only the front.” Hen squeezed the side of his ass. “If you liked it, tomorrow I’ll kiss every inch of your backside, and find some of the good spots there.”
Dagan shivered and arched his back. “Mmm, I can’t wait. Just so long as you’re sure it’s what you want, what you need, I’m game for anything.”
“You can ask me for anything, too,” Hendrik assured him. “I appreciate you being careful, and I promise I’ll keep it in mind. But I just…I feel so soft when we’re alone.”
“Soft isn’t a word I’d use.” Dagan slipped his hand down to palm Hendrik’s prick, which was more than half hard-again.
Hendrik huffed. “No, I mean…I don’t know what I mean.”
Dagan rolled over and snuggled into his chest, rubbing his cheek against Hen’s chest hair. He slipped a leg between Hen’s, too, and let his head rest on Hen’s scarred bicep. Dagan never flinched from the scar, though it was ugly and pink while the rest of him was…normal. “You don’t strike me as especially comfortable showing vulnerability.”
Was that what it was? Hendrik had considered himself vulnerable in the recent past, yes, but only after Dagan had used the word in explaining why he shouldn’t “seduce” him on the forest path. He was pretty sure he wasn’t vulnerable anymore, though. Sure, he wasn’t sure what in all the fiery hells he was going to do for the rest of his life. But especially now that he wanted to have one, and knew that Kajja and Piret and the few people he’d missed from the City were, at least for the moment, safe…was he still vulnerable? “Do you think I am?” he wondered, putting his arm around Dagan and kissing his gorgeous hair, glistening almost black in the dark.
“Will you stop being vulnerable if I say you are?” There was a smile in Dagan’s voice. “Because if so, then no. If not, then yes.”
