...As he watched, the regent’s long fingers strummed over his flat stomach, over the slight mound of his pubic bone, then down along his cock. Beneath the feathery touch, his dick stirred like a beast roused from slumber; Tovin saw it twitch and could feel the shudder that ran through Amery at his own touch. Then the plum-colored knob poked from under the foreskin, pre-cum already beading on its tip.

“Well?” The regent’s voice was low, intimate between them, but Tovin jumped at the suddenness of it. “Will you join me?” Amery asked, “or would you rather watch?”

Without reply, Tovin shed his armor covering and swallowed against the lust rising in him as he approached the bed. Amery watched him with hooded bedroom eyes that smoldered like coals, his lips curved into a sexy half-smile. One thought flittered through Tovin’s mind…Did I lock the door?

Almost immediately, he answered, Who cares? There was no way he was going back, not now. Let the kingdom fall during the night, let the castle walls tumble down around them, let King Adin himself come back from the dead and tear through the door to the regent’s chambers, Tovin didn’t care. All that mattered at the moment was taking the man before him into his arms, pressing as much of his bare skin to Amery’s as he could, and diving so deep within the regent that he never surfaced again.

“Gods,” he breathed as he crawled onto Amery.

The regent started to speak, but Tovin covered his mouth with his own, silencing him with a hungry kiss as his hands roamed the smooth body beneath him. His fingers plucked Amery’s nipples erect, eliciting gasps of delight from his lover. Moving lower, he brushed away the hand at Amery’s crotch and grasped the thick length, massaging it in his fist, working it hard.

“Tovin,” Amery managed to murmur between kisses. When Tovin cupped his balls and tickled one forefinger along the tender skin behind them, the regent arched into the knight’s body and moaned. “It’s been too long.”

Straddling Amery’s hips, Tovin sat back and pulled off his surcoat. “It has,” he agreed with a grin.

The regent reached for him, hands tugging at the scant hair on his chest, then thumbing over his nipples. Each touch sent a sliver of pleasure spiking through Tovin like lightning, striking his overly sensitive nipples and shooting down to stir the blood already thickening in his dick. He could come from such play—one of the first times he and Amery had been together, when they were still teenagers and kissing was the extent of their lovemaking, Amery had been amused to find that a few minutes’ suckling on Tovin’s teats was more than enough to get him off.

Catching Amery’s hands in his, Tovin raised them to his mouth and kissed each fingertip. “Stop that,” he admonished, “or I won’t be able to pierce that sexy ass of yours with my sword.”

Amery laughed and, twisting one hand free from Tovin’s grip, poked at the bulge in the front of the knight’s breeches. “Your sword? Is that what this is? Unsheathe it, knight, and wield it for me. Let me test its breadth and heft. Let me feel its blade.”

Tovin rocked back, his buttocks pressing Amery’s hard cock under them. The regent’s mocking words dissolved in a gasp of delight as his eyes shut against the sensations caused by Tovin’s body against his. The hand at his crotch bunched in the fabric covering his erection with a gentle squeeze that made him moan.

Catching that hand again, Tovin raised it to the other and held both of Amery’s wrists to his chest. “I have an idea,” he announced.

“What’s that?” Amery wiggled his hips beneath Tovin to remind him that he was waiting for something more. “Can you tell me later?”

Tovin laughed. “I can tell you now,” he replied. “I’m still mostly dressed. These pants aren’t coming off until I’m ready.”

Amery pouted and tried to twist his wrists free from Tovin’s grip. “I think you’re ready now,” he declared. “I’m the regent. My word is law. I say you’re ready.”

Laughing again, Tovin leaned down over the regent, stretching his lover’s hands above his head to keep them out of reach. Amery’s nipples brushed Tovin’s; he had to close his eyes against the thrill sparked by that touch. Between them, his cock throbbed in his pants, aching for release.

“I think you’re in no position to argue with me now,” he whispered, touching the tip of Amery’s nose with his own. Amery leaned up for a kiss but Tovin pulled away slightly. “Not yet.”

Amery sighed, frustrated. “Kiss me now. I demand it.”